#katia moodboard

[flare-queen]

Hogwarts AU

Lagertha - Slytherin

Katia - Ravenclaw (Dark Arts)

Aslaug - Gryffindor

Torvi - Hufflepuff

AxelFlare9700 had inspired me to make my own Hogwarts Vikings AU, I had been conflicted for Aslaug and Torvis common houses.

[devilznights]

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Katia McKinley ✤ Hallelujah

When Katia McKinley first met the Winchester brothers, she had no idea who they were.  Dean was nothing more than the hot new guy in her class who she made out with in the janitor’s closet and slept with in the backseat of his car, and Sam was only the little brother he’d mentioned once or twice.  Nothing memorable, beyond how good the sex was, nothing important.  And then Katia McKinley died, and the Winchesters were the farthest thing from her mind. But then she woke up.  Still dead, technically, but somehow surviving a vampire attack that really, truly should have killed her.  Her new instincts wanted her to hunt, to kill, to feed, but Katia didn’t want to become the monster that haunted her every waking moment.  So she became a different kind of hunter.  Under the guidance of Bobby Singer, Katia learned about all things that go bump in the night, and she learned how to protect people.  For years she dedicated herself to her new cause: not killing monsters, but protecting innocents.  Protecting people like she’d once been, completely normal and entirely unaware of the danger lurking around every corner. And still, she never gave the Winchester boys another thought.  Not until she goes to Toledo to investigate a possibly haunted mirror, and runs into a familiar but long forgotten face.

Fandom: Supernatural

Face Claim: Candice King

Love Interest: Dean Winchester

Theme song: I Want My Innocence Back, Emilie Autumn

Pinterest: tbd

Playlist: tbd

( format / layout insp )

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[axelflare9700]

Mafia AU - Katia x Ivar

[otpcutie]

Moodboard game

tysm for the tag @muse-of-gods this was fun!! omg it was so hard to choose some tho q(≧▽≦)q

Rules: in a new post, use the template guide (under the cut) and show yourself as each square's topic.

Tagging: @ghotifishreads @stargazing-enby @the-flaming-nightmare @siobhanhazel @katia-anyway

@professional-benaddict @writer-or-whatever @starksvinyls @blackwood4stucky @late-to-the-party-81 & anyone else who wants to play!!

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[pumbkinrabbit]

💕Katia moodboard🐍

[ghosting-medium]

・❥・ Northeast ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐻 ꒱

Information by me, help from @moonlight1237

Moodboard:

Looks Like:

Credit: Top Left: Link: https://pin.it/4mpxHsmD8 | Top Right: Princess Katia, Played by Alicia Agneson | Bottom Left: Unknown | Bottom Right: Unknown

Description: She's very pale like North like she has no blood, dark brown hair with occasionally grey strips, that goes down her back that she occasionally puts up in different ways normally half up half down. She wears lots of furs normally brown like her hair that's the same color as the fur she has in her bear form. Very sharp canine teeth with tinted dark red lips. Her eyes are a very pale basically Grey with silver specks in the iris. Her bear form looks like any grizzly bear would she's possibly a tad bit bigger than a normal bear. She's very cold to the touch like North, and likes to speak quietly over making loud sounds. - Moon

Residence/Palace:

The Cabins (more on this below) are in her area, but she also doesn’t have a Palace. She has a region, and it’s defiantly more arctic/tundra. It can almost lead into a Boreal forest, but the vegetation is more dense and thick. There are “dry” areas with little to no vegetation, yk what Tundras are known for (treeless plain). Dead organic material functions as a nutrient pool, and adds to decomposition and therefore the nature of death. It is both the Alpine Tundra and the Arctic tundra. Alpine Tundras are located on the mountains throughout the world at high altitudes where trees cannot grow.

She doesn’t have a specific residence per say, but she does frequently visit and rest at the cabins. Other than that she can be sen moving throughout the Northeast area, and roaming about. She mainly looks for stragglers, the dead, spirits, and other signs that would be out of the ordinary.

Kai - I was tasked by the Morrigan to make an energetic/spiritual realm for deceased spirits to be at peace at, or for them to find loved ones before moving through the veil. Mainly for wounded (emotionally or physically) spirits. Originally I was going to make this place in the Astral, but on a whim I though of East or North. Truthfully, I did forget about Northeast and how one of her epithets is “She who leads the spirits of the dead through the twisted branches”. After talking to East, she pointed my direction to Northeast, which we had a brief but informative conversation about what this spirit realm would be, the operation and boundaries. Confirmation cards pulled: “7 of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, and the Empress”. Northeast’s only notes was that the realm was to have snow, or a light dusting of it. The photos I originally had planned out seemed very East aligned in a field, and a cabin in the woods surrounded by fields.

(Still Kai btw), so the operation of the realm would mainly be handled by Northeast, with North and East assisting depending on the seasons. Although, I’m not one of the main leads on the realm, it will still be my duty to upkeep the place, settle disputes, and help spirits in need. The Lower Entities can also help if they so wish. As for boundaries it is commonly determined that if a spirit is being rude, disrespectful, rough and abrasive then they are to be let out unless they decide to change, or calm down. The main thing for myself is that I’m not always in the mindset for intense spirit work, so for myself there it the boundary of, ‘if low on energy, not in the right mindset/headspace, or other circumstantial reasoning then spirit work cannot be preformed unless given permission by the Morrigan or Northeast.’ I’ll be adding photos of the spirit realm here as well for my benefit as well as documentation :).

Correspondences:

Days of the Week:

Tuesday - Ruled by Mars; planet of action, vitality, and drive. Mars is an energy that determines your motivations and confidence. Paired with Northeast it’s mainly about getting as much done as possible. Daylight might not be a long time so prioritizing what’s to be done at day versus night is essential. Be focused, and quick footed as there might be a lot of ground to cover in little time. Get moving, getting started on new projects. Don’t let the day slip away from you with Northeast (especially on Tuesday)

Saturday - Ruled by Saturn, the planet of structure and discipline. A methodical and responsible energy can sweep, paired with Northeast’s cold hands it is a sure recipe for getting something done. Much like Tuesday time is of the essence. Make your plans now versus on Sunday, and Monday. Those are days that people might be more naturally sluggish on. So getting ahead of the curve today is important. Wake up a bit earlier today, so you can go to bed earlier and start Sunday on a better note.

Special Days:

1, 7, 8

Winter months: December - February

Winter Solstice

Gemini's Meteor Shower - December 13, 14

Ursids Meteor Shower - December 21, 22

Quadrantids Meteor Shower - January 3,4

Elements:

Earth - Primary

Water - Secondary

Numbers:

1, 7, 8 - Based off personal associations

1 - the start of something, spend more time thinking about your actions, and create a solidified plan before moving forward. New beginnings, new ideas, starting to plan, stability, structure, trust in what will happen, figuring identity out. With Northeast and her strong ties to death, I see this as the aftermath of death and starting anew.

7 - Strange experiences will start to occur more frequently, check in on your wards and such, reestablish authority and courage in yourself. Evaluate your thinking and thought patterns and remember to be kind to yourself. Controversy, strange experiences, check wards, set protections, grounding, clarity, assertiveness, leadership, honesty

8 - remember to continue with the movement of the past, this isn’t the end of the cycle yet. The lucky but unlucky number, death and life is a cycle in itself, don’t be afraid of the subconscious, and the occult. Movement, transformation, rebirth, death and life, opportunities, victory, achievement, moderation, purpose

Colors:

Gray, Black, Silver, Blue, Purple

Cool Tones

Dark Colors

Deep red, and plum colors

Planet:

Saturn - With Northeast, Saturn’s energy is a call to continue working and work hard. Discipline and responsibility are so important to her. But as well as being responsible, being respectful. Working alongside death, and dead spirits can be difficult but remember to remain respectful. It’s not something to make a performance about, it’s somber and at times bittersweet. Life is time, as well as the result of life (death). Remember that lives can either be cut short, or can be long. Some spirits have not done everything they want to do. Don’t remind them of their shortcomings, instead listen to them and be a warm presence (Boundaries are still huge though). Being able to reflect on your time spent is crucial with Northeast. There are restrictions in life, and in death. Learn life from spirits, they are great sources of information if they wish to be.

Pluto - Farthest from the sun, and one of the more colder (if not coldest) entity in the Fellowship. Her energy can either be very subtle or very strong, the effects however regardless can be felt and seen. The planet is about transformation, regeneration, rebirth, death, power, rebellion. In many cases Pluto will get rid of what you don’t need anymore, to make way for the new. Northeast can be just as secretive and hidden as this planet is to us. Northeasts’s elusiveness is chosen though, it’s by her own doing. Pluto also deals with destruction, and death. Both of which Northeast rules, or associates with.

Zodiac Signs:

Pisces, Capricorn, Scorpio

Animals:

Bear - Grizzly, Polar, Black

Arctic Tundra

Herbivorous: caribou, arctic hares, squirrels Carnivorous: arctic foxes, wolves, polar bears, musk ox, moose Birds: ravens, falcons, snow birds, snowy owls, arctic tern, puffin Fish: cod, salmon, trout

Alpine Tundra

Mammals: marmots, mountain goats, sheep, elk, tall sheep, ermine, lemming Insects: beetles, grasshoppers, butterflies

Plants, Fruits, Flora:

Apple

Red algae

Fungi

Not many, those found in Tundra

Arctic Tundra

Low shrubs Reindeer mosses Liverworts Grasses Crustose, foliose lichen Dwarf willows Arctic willow Dwarf willow Arctic poppy

Alpine Tundra

Tussock grasses Dwarf trees Small-leafed shrubs Heaths Bearberry Arctic moss Tundra rose Cottongrass Saskatoon berry Pasqueflower Arctic crocus Labrador tea shrub Arctic lupine Moss campion Snow gentian Purple mountain saxifrage

Essential oils/incense:

Woodsy scents

It's really a ask and she'll let you know whether or not she likes it

Crystals:

Black Tourmaline

Black Onyx

Hematite

Chalcedony

Obsidian: Black, Snowflake

Moldavite

Garnet

Smoky Quartz

Aquamarine

blue Sapphire

Iolite

Amazonite

Moonstone

Amethyst

Malachite

Labradorite

Jade

Moss Agate

Divination associations:

Tarot:

Hanged Man Hermit Death 8 of Cups Knight of Pentacles

Runes:

Isa Tiwaz Perthro Hagalaz Fehu

Ruling, Domain:

Death, corpses, rotting, anguish, security, possessions, new beginnings, interference, crisis, disruption, changes, obstacles, damaging forces of nature, corrections, self-concentrated, challenge, leading to strength, harsh reality, mystery, hidden things, seeking knowledge of fate, honor, rationality, justice, sound judgement, restrictions, escapism, withdrawal, introspection, readjustment, improvement, loss, transition, metamorphosis, seeking truth, persistence 

Family:

East - Her sister

History, Mythology:

Epithets:

The one of the dying hand

The one of the rotting corpse

She who leads the spirits of the dead through the twisted branches

Offerings & Devotional Acts:

Listening to Music:

She likes Russian ballet

Learning about the tundra biome, and the food chain within it

Locating Ursa Minor and Major in the night sky

Wear layers of clothes, wear clothes in her colors, wearing veils

Offer her cake (she likes the sweet treat once in a while)

Honoring East and North’s special days

Honoring the dead, respecting the dead

Talking to Ancestors

Making to-do lists (specifically on Saturdays)

Raising awareness for animals in colder climates that are losing their habitat from global warming, climate change

Donate to homeless shelters, especially when it starts to get colder

Offering apples cut into two (so the 5 pointed star on each side is visible), or offering an apple (or a part of an apple); then either consuming it after the offering is accepted, or giving it to Earth or an animal (that can safely eat the apple!)

Make a simmer pot at the beginning of the winter months to bring in abundance, hearth, and life

Growing plants that survive in colder climates (really only works if you live in said colder climates though, unless you have the necessary means to give them the specific temps and care they need)

Be comfortable and present in Death’s energy

Set deadlines, and due dats for yourself; keep to promises you made

Go on a walk in the snow

Make cold, icy drinks

Stock up on supplies for the winter

Visit the Cabins (In Residence), talk to spirits and if able help spirits meet their families and cross the veil if needed

Drink peppermint tea

Pick up knitting or crocheting

Make pictures or sigils in frost on the windows, or condensation

If able take a hike in the mountains and enjoy the coldness and nature of it all

Devote time in her name, she doesn’t speak much so spend time in her presence

Altar Suggestions:

Cloth - Black, Deep Red, Plum, Navy Blue

Bones - ethically sourced

Oddities related to death, bears, snow, winter

Have the altar be facing Northeast

Candles with herbs (peppermint) with them

Keep a chalice, bowl, some vessel of water on her altar

A pelt of an animal (ethically sourced)

Winter related flora

Pressed, or wilting flowers

Crystals, or anything else associated with her

Animal imagery

Artwork of her

Keep a small altoid/tin box altar for her, she loves traveling so having a traveling altar would be so neat

Terrariums - possibly get graveyard dirt (with permission, be super respectful, leave an offering in return, follow graveyard and death work etiquette)

That is all the documented information that we have on Northeast currently 🐻

Signing off, Ghost ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[quinn-of-aebradore]

*waves* hello! this plant thing is so cool! I'd love to see Percy and Vex. :) P.S. I loved your most recent Vox Machina relationship mood board. Just FYI.

Hello Katia!! I'm glad you liked the moodboards, I'm very pleased with them, and I'm glad you're enjoying plant hours! Perc'ahlia for you!!

Percy gets white-pink geranium for ingenious talent! He is terribly clever. Also the white and pink is a good Percy vibe, love that his d20 in the VM d20 set is pink. Very good choice from Taliesin. Fun contrast to his usual blues.

And Vex!! She's got dahlias for dignity, which is fun considering the ever iconic "we don't do anything with dignity" XD idk, it's good Lady Vex'ahlia vibes but Vex was just very difficult to pick for. I'm pleased with her having dahlias but if I come across a better one, I may change it still.

Send me a character and I’ll give your their plant

[violent-backed-starling]

thank you to my most beloved @yallwildinrn for tagging me! this challenge is to a make a moodboard out of pictures from Pinterest you found by searching [name]core.

these are the images that i found which spoke to me. my chosen name has a very intense idea attached to it because it is from mythology.

tagging: @alexisapossiblepenname @katia-dreamer @frankpricely and anybody else who feels so inclined!

[vibepinterest]

─ kat castellano icons 📬 ♡ 📦

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give me the credits if you have taken !

[flare-queen]

Katia modern Au, the royal seductive trouble making lady, Ivars dark other half. She enjoys teasing Ivar and playing with his brothers, she tends to fly off the handle but is also sweet probably because she wants to stir the pot.

[sunshineandviolets]

My Keeper: Aditya Shah from @keeperofthesunandmoon

A kind, emotional, chaotic Kitsune with a saviour complex. Doesn't shy away from using her fists towards a demon possessing a brat.

Romancing: Katia & Seraphina 💕

[serasvictoria]

Katia as Nyx, goddess of the night.

All images from Pinterest

Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @vikingstrash @pomegranates-and-blood @quantumlocked310

[nitia95]

I tried making a mood board for Katia... Could do better but it's late @.@

[pastelog]

name moodboard for Katia

- bee

[fandomficsnstuff]

Across Time -33

Summary: Infiltrating the Ministry of Magic for the locket was hard enough, but what will you do when the time turner you were wearing starts to spin as you’re apparating out of there in a panic? Letting go of your friend’s hand to stop it turning, you land on soft grass, hitting your head on something hard and knocking out. When you come to, you’re in a cabin with an old man, eyes crystal blue as he takes care of you, speaking a language you’d never heard before, he introduces himself as Ragnar after you’ve cast a spell to understand his language. You travel to a small town with him, everyone is dressed as though you’re in the ninth century and you're greeted by four men, all of them sharing the clear blue eyes of the man you had been travelling with, all with the same colored hair, all except for one of these men. Raven black hair and the most blue eyes you’ve ever seen, even the whites of his eyes are blue. Ragnar introduces you to Ivar, the raven haired cripple who is one of his sons. As you travel to England in hope of finding a way back, you realise that this was not your England, not the one you grew up in. Defeated, you return to Kattegat with Ivar but soon he figures out, as Ragnar did, that you are not quite all you seem. How will you get home, if ever? A broken time turner, stuck in a time before your own, how can you fix the time turner and get back to your friends before it’s too late?

(Warnings: some mentions of blood, angst and some fluff, that’s it:3)

Credit for the moodboard goes to @quantumlocked310

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You rolled your eyes as you saw Ivar kill the guard before the guard could say anything, ever the conversationalist, you thought with sarcasme, apparating behind the man as you put your knife through his back for good measure, turning around and plunging your knife five times into the gut of another guard before turning to face Ivar who looked at you with shock, pointing the bloody knife at him as you winked at him “didn’t think I’d truly stay behind, did you, my love? You boys always make a mess of things” you said teasingly before putting your knife away as you hurriedly helped Igor with the beam covering the gate, Ivar studying you as you gave Igor a quick kiss on the head with a soft smile before following Hvitserk and Katia to the back of the wagon. You were wearing your armour again, although your bump was quite noticeable so he guessed you had used some magic to make it more comfortable, satchel over your shoulder, dagger strapped to your hip and he guessed the sword was in your bag, as it was too big to move around quietly with.

Ivar couldn’t help but shake his head as he whipped the horses to move “I am only surprised you didn’t show up sooner, my dear” Ivar chided back and you chuckled, crawling over the hay to kiss the back of his head, despite the hood being in the way, before you sat in the back with Katia, digging through your bag as you had your wand in one hand. “Here, drink this, and don’t throw up” you muttered with a cringe as you handed a vial to her, watching her take a sip and immediately gag, about to put the vial down when you tipped it back, forcing her to drink the rest “what are you doing, hm?” Ivar asked in a hiss over his shoulder, making you scoff “you didn’t actually think the princess could just sit in the back of a hay cart and get out, could you? It’s Polyjuice potion, there was some left in my kit, only enough for one person, the hair is from some maid I nicked it off of” you explained softly, turning to a confused Katia as she watched her own hands change. “Don’t panic, it’s okay, it won’t last for forever but we can exactly drag your face out of here in plain sight” you muttered under your breath, pulling out your old cape that Eleanor had made for you, putting it on and closing it to disguise your armour, pulling up the hood as well as you turned to Katia who looked like a completely different woman. “Let’s hope it lasts long enough, there wasn’t much” you muttered and she nodded nervously. She no longer had a soft face, instead it was rough, dark rings under her now brown eyes, her hair a dark brown and without saying a single word, you began to braid it in a messy braid for her, so it’d look like it was done in haste. “Good luck, Ivar knows where to meet me” you muttered before apparating out of their sight, ending up in the forest where Ivar had told you that Mathilda had died, sitting down on a rock as Minerva flew towards you, landing on top of your knees as she surveyed the area, twisting her head all the way around before looking back at you, a soft smile on your lips as you softly stroked her under her beak, waiting patiently for your Ivar.

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You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Dir bark at Igor, who howled back at him, tears in your eyes as you watched him be picked up by Dir, smiling from ear to ear, it made your heart flood with joy at the sight. “King Ivar, I had no idea how you would affect your escape from Kiev” Dir muttered as he shook hands with Ivar, Ivar eventually giving him a sort of cross like necklace with a smirk, Dir taking it with a smile “I felt certain you would manage it” Dir added with a nod before turning to you. “And this must be your beautiful wife, (Y/N)! Ivar could not stop talking about you, he has told me so much about you” Dir said and you blushed a little, shrugging lightly “all bad I hope” you joked, Dir chuckled as he kissed your hand briefly before letting you join Igor, your arms wrapping around him in joy, you hadn’t been able to for so long, tears forming in your eyes once more as you felt him eagerly hug you back. You looked up at Ivar with a grin of pure joy, melting his heart as he smiled softly at you while you continued to cling to Igor. “Tomorrow, we will plan our attack on Kiev! The challenges are great, but we must act… so in the meantime, we prepare.. Come… celebrate!” Dir shouted the last word and people erupted into cheers, you even found yourself cheering with them, laughing with Igor as he finally parted from you, pulling something out of his shirt, sowing you the pendant you had given him so long ago, your eyes watering at the sight as you kneeled down to his height, eyes locked on it before you looked back at Igor. “I kept it, never took it off, just like I promised” he said and a single tear fell down your cheek that you quickly wiped away with a big grin, chuckling briefly “oh sweet Igor” you muttered, cupping his face in your hands lovingly before standing up, kissing the top of his head before hugging him again. You looked at Ivar as he turned to Katia, hesitating before sighing softly “whoever you are, you saved Igor, you saved my wife, my unborn child, and for that I love you” Ivar admitted softly, watching her as she thought things over before lowering her gaze, Ivar nodding before turning back to you, finding you still smiling at him. You parted from Igor to follow along with Ivar, taking his hand in yours as you gave him a smile you hadn’t given him in years now, not since you lost Balder, but now, now you smiled at him like that again. Maybe it wouldn’t last, but that just meant that Ivar enjoyed every second of it more thoroughly.

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Ivar dodged the bowl you threw at him, barely having any time to straighten up before he had to dodge a goblet aimed for his head, yet he kept his composure, keeping a calm expression as he dodged all manner of things that were within your reach. “You pixie! You foul, evil, pixie!!” you snapped as you threw a spoon at him, this time hitting him right in his forehead, your chest heaving as you panted, glaring at him. “So what am I supposed to do, hm? Sit here with my thumb on my arse?! ‘Hope’ that you’ll come back to me in one piece, alive?! I’m not staying here all alone, Ivar!-”

“You are carrying my child!” Ivar finally snapped, his voice echoing off of the small room you had both been given. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, looking away from him in annoyance as Ivar rolled his eyes and groaned. “You are carrying my child, (Y/N), I will not have you following me into war while pregnant!” Ivar snapped, albeit with a much softer voice, a pleading look on his face that almost broke you, almost. “And what am I supposed to do if you die, hm?... Just wait here for the news? Hope? Pray? I will not watch Hvitserk carry your dead body to my feet” you hissed while approaching Ivar, tears in your eyes as you let out a heavy breath you had been holding. “I don’t doubt you, Ivar… but Oleg is-... Oleg is-.... Mad. Oleg is mad and crazy and cruel! But he’s also clever, he’s smart, Ivar! He will already be anticipating an attack! I’m not waiting for your body to be dropped at my feet when I can come with you and potentially save a lot of lives!” you begged softly, cupping his cheeks in your hands in hopes that it would convince him to let you come with him. “It will not happen, my love… and if you had not been pregnant I would gladly have welcomed you at my side, but our child is growing stronger, bigger… I remember how difficult it was to move once Balder had gotten big enough, and you did not have to fight back then. You are with child, and in a few months, you will give birth” Ivar stated in a matter of factly voice but you finally sighed, shaking your head softly as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, hands clinging to the leather that covered his chest. “I’ll come with you… I’ll stay in the back, I won’t fight, I promise, but if something happens, I need to be there Ivar…” you begged softly, hearing him sigh heavily before giving a brief nod, relief flooding you as you nodded and turned around, beginning to unlace your dress, giving your wand a wave as everything began to undo itself until you were literally naked in front of Ivar, about to begin dressing in your armour when you felt a hand wrap around you from behind, placed on your stomach as you felt the leather of Ivar’s armour press into your naked skin.

“My child… my wife… this child will not be born christian…” Ivar promised himself softly and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you smiled softly “Ivarson… has a pretty good ring to it, doesn’t it?” you asked with a smirk, hearing him chuckle briefly as he gave your shoulder a kiss, your body growing cold from being exposed to the chilly air, and Ivar felt it, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent before kissing your shoulder once more “I will tell the others to prepare a horse for you” Ivar stated softly as he let go, he knew you still weren’t fond of horses, he could feel the light glare you gave him before beginning to dress.

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You couldn’t help but scoff as you walked back towards Ivar and Hvitserk through the high grass, a scowl on your face as you had a hand over your bump in annoyance, Ivar instantly noticing your annoyed expression, frowning as he held out his hand in a silent request that you understood in a heartbeat, sitting down by his side with a sigh after manoeuvring yourself down on the grass. “What is the matter, my love, hm?” Ivar asked softly and you groaned quietly as you laid your head on his lap, rubbing you bump in annoyance “Balder didn’t jump around on my bladder like this one does… nice and quiet except for the kicking at night” you mumbled with a scoff, eyes moving to your bump as Ivar smirked at you, amusement clear on his face as he studied you. “What will you name your child?” Hvitserk asked, for the first time even allowing himself to acknowledge the fact that you were pregnant, he hadn’t dared to ask because of how you reacted when he mentioned Balder. You hesitated for a few seconds before deciding he had been out in the doghouse long enough, a sigh leaving your lips as you shrugged. “We haven’t really had time to think about it… Ivar thinks it’s a girl” you stated with a soft smirk, looking at said person who shrugged lightly. “I was right about Balder, no?” he asked amused and you chuckled lightly, nodding “yeah, but I don’t know, but no matter if it’s a girl or boy, they’re growing quite big, like Balder” you said with a fondness to your voice, smiling down at your stomach lovingly as Ivar admired you. Hvitserk took in the scene in front of him, his mood dampening a bit as he watched how happy you were with Ivar, carrying Ivar’s child for the second time, sitting by his side, still wearing your wedding ring, and he guessed it hadn’t come off since the day Ivar put it on you. “What about you Hvitserk?” you asked softly, snapping him out of his daydream as he forced a smirk and a casual shrug. “Perhaps the Gods will give you another son, since they took the last one from you… but perhaps it will be a fierce shieldmaiden” Hvitserk gestured to Ivar as he spoke, a scoff leaving your lips as you looked back down at your bump with a big grin.

As you heard the sound of horse hooves approaching, you frowned, lifting your head from Ivar’s lap to look up, your gaze immediately finding Igor as you had seen the riders approaching. “Igor, help me up?” you asked with a soft smile, a clever way to make him closer to you, in case anything should happen. Igor walked over and helped you up as you groaned dramatically, gathering the attention of the newly arrived strangers but you couldn’t care less when Igor was smiling up at you before looking back at the newly arrived men. “Merlin’s beard, this one is heavy…” you muttered, smirking at Igor before glancing at Ivar, making Igor glance at him as well. “I think it’s because of how fat Ivar is, this one is taking after their father” you whispered jokingly and gestured subtly to your bump, getting a small laugh in return that made Ivar turn his head towards the two of you, not having heard you before. “What? Why are you laughing?” Ivar asked with confusion and you chuckled, leaning down and cupping his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before parting with a smirk “nothing, nothing at all my love” you teased before standing back up, smirking at him before putting a hand on Igor’s shoulder, giving him a small wink that made him smile amused.

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You could practically feel your stomach turn with worry as you approached the abandoned gates, a frown on your brow as you studied it, getting out your wand, “it’s a trap” Ivar announced, your eyes glancing at Ivar before looking to Dir who was getting off of his horse. “Dir! Wait” you called, the man halting as he frowned at you. You got off the horse carefully, with some help of course, and approached the gate cautiously, Ivar watching you, sick with worry, this had to be a trap, right? No way Oleg would just have abandoned Kiev. You lifted your wand, aiming it at the gate, giving a nervous glance at Dir who watched you with curiosity, eventually turning his gaze to the gate when you did. “Homenum Revelio” you looked around the top of the gate and the nearby towers, watching them closely before looking at Dir as you lowered your wand. “No one is in the towers or waiting atop the gate…” you admitted and Dir nodded, eyeing your wand with caution before allowing you to walk back to Ivar and Hvitserk, who were still mounted up on their horses. Some men approached, the same ones who helped you down from the horse, ready to help you back up but you scoffed and shook your head “I’d rather ride a dragon than jump back up there” you muttered annoyed before turning to stand in front of Ivar’s horse, by Hvitserk’s side, in between the two of them as you smiled at Ivar over your shoulder as he smirked at you. “She is scared of horses” Ivar explained to the confused men who were still ready to help you up, though you turned and glared at him “I am not scared of them! I-” you stopped yourself as Ivar’s horse shook it’s head, your eyes wide as you backed up into Hvitserk’s leg, making him laugh briefly. “I’m not scared” you stated firmly before turning back to watch the gate, Ivar shaking his head softly at you, amused, as he called out to Dir that this was most certainly a trap. “I’m telling you, it’s a trap” Ivar announced once more and you couldn’t help but feel more nervous with each second that passed, even as the gate was pushed open by Dir, not a single sign of life evident in Kiev, you still felt nervous.

“I told you” Ivar added and you looked over your shoulder at him with a raised brow, Ivar rolling his eyes at you which made you smirk amused as you looked back at the gates and Dir. You watched with caution as a man approached Dir, your wand in it’s hidden pocket as you gripped your sword tightly, slowly drawing it out of it’s sheath, placing it in front of you with the tip in the ground, both of your hands resting on top of your sword as you watched the man with caution. Hvitserk had to admit, you looked more fierce now than he remembered you, clad in armour, hair braided back in true viking braids, pregnant yet still fiercely ready to fight. You might not have come from a viking family, or even a viking time, but you were certainly born for it, it made him wonder if the Gods had written your fate long ago, that you would end up here, marry his brother, a thought that soured his mood a little, and eventually stand here, on Rus soil, sword sharp and ready, tip in the dirt as you watched with narrowed eyes, the man slowly drawing his sword before offering it to Dir. “Prince Dir, the army of Kiev salutes you, and offers you, and Prince Igor, our profound love and loyalty from this day forward. By the grace of God” the man announced loudly and you felt your muscles relax a tiny bit, your grip on your sword loosening ever so slightly as you continued to watch the scene unfold. Dir stepped forward and took the sword, “thank you, by the grace of God, amen” Dir handed back the sword to the man who bowed his head and turned, showing the sword to what seemed to be an empty city until people began to spill out from every corner, cheering happily and rejoicing, a smile tugging at your lips as you sheath your sword with confidence. “A trap, was it?” you asked with a smirk over your shoulder, watching Ivar as he rolled his eyes “do not gloat, my love, it does not suit you” Ivar stated softly, repeating what you had said to him at the negotiations with Lagertha, Björn and Ubbe back in Norway, an even bigger smile tugging at your lips as you chuckled. “But it does, my love, it suits me just fine” you chided back with a wink before shaking your head amused, walking into the city, patting Dir’s shoulder as you passed by him, immediately picking up a girl you recognised from when you were skating, the little girl you had helped teach how to skate, and it seemed she was more than happy to see you as well. You hugged her before giving her back to her mother who seemed to recognise you as well, taking one of your hands in both of hers, bowing her head until you stopped her with a soft smile.

You moved towards Ivar as you had greeted a few other people, kissing his cheek even though he stood in front of Dir. “You seem happy, my love” Ivar stated the obvious and you chuckled lightly “now all we need is Oleg’s head on a pole… speaking of, where is he? He hasn’t fled Kiev, has he? He doesn’t seem the type” you muttered and Dir shrugged, acknowledging the truth behind your words as he sighed “for now, let the people rejoice, and if I may ask… Ivar has told me a little more of your powers… what you did at the gate-”

“It was to see if anyone was hiding behind the walls or something, I learnt it many years ago… with my friends. But there was none hiding on the walls” you admitted softly, Dir nodding as he smiled softly “I would love to know more” he admitted and you nodded softly, Ivar admiring how comfortable you were while talking about your powers, even showing magic in front of others. It had taken years, but in his eyes, you were finally starting to truly accept that you were superior to all others, you had the powers of the Gods, he was proud that you did not hide it anymore. As people began to quiet down, you frowned, following everyone’s gazes and there he was, Oleg himself, on top of his balcony. “Well shit” you muttered quietly, your hand reaching Ivar’s, subtly giving his hand a squeeze to let him know that you had a bad feeling in your gut, and he knew, he felt it as well. “A shame his head is still attached, no?” Ivar asked softly to lighten your mood, feeling you become less tense even though you didn’t say anything or display that you found it amusing, which you did, you were just too horrified by Oleg to actually react. “My brothers,” Igor was about to walk forward when you gently grabbed his shoulder, making him turn and look at you and when you softly shook your head, he walked back to you, allowing you to place your free hand on his shoulder, a silent warning to Oleg to stay the hell away from him. “Let us all live in peace together” you scoffed at Oleg’s words. That ship has sailed, crashed and sunk to the bottom of the bloody ocean, you thought, your eyes glancing at Igor just to be sure that he was alright, even though nothing had happened, except Oleg appearing and ruining the good mood everyone was in.

“Let us live as God intended… let us talk and forever put our differences aside” Oleg’s way of speaking made you frown confused, turning to look at Ivar, softly shaking your head at his questioning gaze “something’s not right… he’s-... either drunk or high as a jinxed broom, he’s not sober, that’s for sure” you whispered and Ivar nodded softly, silently agreeing with you as you both looked back up at Oleg. “Igor, I love you like a son! And you Ivar, like a brother…” Oleg exclaimed and you could practically feel your blood boiling, eyes glaring holes into Oleg’s head as you itched to grab your wand and jinx the living shit out of Oleg. “Don’t believe him, he doesn’t believe in love. It’s a joke, he’s lying” Dir assured Igor but his blue eyes turned to you, your harsh glare gone as you softly stroked his head, smiling softly at him “I don’t believe Oleg is being truthful, it’s up to you if you believe him or not, you’ll always have Ivar and me, but remember what he did to you, how he took you, scared you, destroyed your room, a place meant to be safe for you…” you whispered softly, cupping his cheek in your hand as he continued to look at you, conflicted. “You’ll always have Ivar and I, you know that, sweet Igor” you promised softly and he finally looked back at Oleg, just in time for Ivar to move away from you, letting go of your hand, giving you a soft look before turning to walk over to a few soldiers, taking a bow from them and instantly you subtly gestured to Katia with a subtle head nod for her to join you, which she did, subtly bringing Dir’s wife with her. “Stay here” you whispered to Katia and she nodded, glancing nervously at Ivar who was almost in the centre of the street. “Hvitserk, be ready” you whispered as you stood by his side, your wand out as you looked up at him, seeing him nod and grab his sword, ready to draw it if need be. You frowned as you watched Ivar give Igor the bow and a single arrow, your feet carrying you to them just in time for Ivar to tell Igor to not be a cripple anymore, something that halted your steps as you sighed, meeting Ivar’s gaze. There was a long conversation in the split second gaze the two of you had, and eventually, you walked up to Igor, placing a hand on his shoulder, you could practically feel the doubt running through him. “I don’t know… perhaps, in his own way… he does love me” Igor muttered and you sighed softly, gathering his attention as you made sure you had his attention. “Remember when we were in Norway, and you were meant to burn King Olaf?... it’s okay to be scared to do something, bravery is doing what you’re scared of anyway, sometimes because you’re scared of it…” you whispered softly, kissing the top of his head, lingering for a brief second, praying and begging to whatever or whoever was out there that this would be something good for him, that this wouldn’t be something that completely destroyed him later on. “We’re always proud of you” you added before giving Ivar a small nod. “If we don’t kill him, you will never be free” Ivar added, glancing at you before looking back at Igor “I love you, you know that, you know that (Y/N) loves you, that is love, hm? Not whatever Oleg has made you believe… let me help you” Ivar offered and Igor hesitantly nodded, making you take a step back as Ivar got ready to fire the arrow, until Igor stopped him, Ivar looking at him confused for a few seconds before Igor sighed.

“Let me kill him, let me do it…” Igor’s words made you sigh heavily, but not in a disappointed way, you had hoped he didn’t have to, but you trusted him, Igor wasn’t a naive child, he had experienced too much for that to be the case, but he was still a child. Ivar glanced at you and only when you nodded softly did he give the bow and arrow to Igor, letting him draw the string back, your gaze turning to Oleg, the way his face fell as he realised Igor was going to be the one to do it. “No! Igor no!!” Oleg screamed and for a second you worried that Igor was going to actually believe that Oleg loved him. “I’m sorry…” the arrow flew through the air, landing under a rib on Oleg’s side, you gaze stern as you glared at him, the shock evident on his face enough to make you feel even prouder of Igor than you already did, which was nearly impossible. You watched Oleg’s body land with a heavy thud on the ground, your eyes moving to Igor as he began to walk towards the body, your gaze softening as you followed him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he watched the body of Oleg lying on the ground, motionless, the arrow that had pierced his body had been broken in half as he fell over the railing, shortly before he met the ground.

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You laughed with Ivar as Igor was picked up to join the others in dancing, only for your smile to fall as people began to drag you with them as well, two men about to put you on your shoulders despite you being pregnant and having the extra weight, a yelp falling from your lips as you were hoisted up in the air as though you weighed the same as Igor, your eyes finding Ivar who was laughing, more than you had seen him do in years, it made your own smile and laugh return as you yelped when they began to walk around with you on their shoulders, Dir taking your hand and Igor’s as you all laughed, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much you were smiling, your stomach starting to hurt with laughter as you cupped Igor’s face in your hands briefly, you felt happier than you had in so many years. You were unaware of Katia approaching Ivar, leaning against the steps to Oleg’s old throne as she turned and looked at you, Ivar studying her before following her gaze to you. “She is quite a woman…” Katia mentioned softly, turning her head to look at Ivar with a soft smile as he nodded, admiring you before looking back at her “yes, she is” he confirmed with a nod. “So,” Ivar started, looking down before looking back up at her “don’t worry Ivar… I know of the trouble I put your wife through… the worry… I still harbour affection for you, but I am carrying Oleg’s child, and I want to be the kind of mother that she already is, and I have great respect and admiration for her, for tolerating me, still making sure I was safe, that I could get out of Kiev safely should we be stopped by someone. I still don’t know how she did it though, but that only increases my admiration for her” Katia admitted softly and looked back at you as you continued to laugh, having been put back down on the ground, now dancing, as much as you could with an almost seven months big baby bump, and spinning with the others, laughing and grinning from ear to ear, the sight making Ivar smile softly. “And I cannot be like her if I still harbour affection for a married man who is clearly devoted to his beautiful wife… Oleg had never been such with me, despite how he acted around others… I will make sure my son will never treat his future wife as such…” Katia stated with a soft smile, still watching you, even as Ivar turned his gaze back to her “you will be a great mother… perhaps you will marry again to a man who is worthy of you” Ivar stated softly before taking a sip of his drink, looking into the cup before back up at her, finding her gaze already on him “you are kind, Ivar the Boneless” Katia stated softly, kissing Ivar’s cheek gently before walking off, Ivar nodding softly to himself, looking back at you just in time to see you walk towards him, panting and grinning from ear to ear as you had a hand on your stomach, still somewhat chuckling from before.

“What were you talking about?” you asked calmly, taking Ivar’s drink from him and taking a large sip, realising too late it was wine and you cringed at the thought of it, and then downed the rest of the goblet, much to Ivar’s amusement. “Katia is pregnant with Oleg’s child” Ivar announced and your eyes grew wide as you looked around for Katia “what? Merlin’s beard… that’s wonderful! I mean not that it’s Oleg’s but that she’s pregnant, children give us a chance to do things differently, you don’t have to live a bad life to make better choices for the sake of one’s child. I’m happy for her” you concluded with a soft smile, looking back at Ivar who continued to stare at you, admiring you, your flushed cheeks, the way you mindlessly rubbed your bump as you looked around, that beautiful grin on your lips that warmed his heart and made his knees weaker than they already were. “Listen people! People! Listen. We have overthrown a tyrant whose only ambition was to make himself the king of the Rus!” your gaze moved to Dir as he stood by Oleg’s old throne, a smile still on your lips as you reached for Ivar’s hand without really thinking about it, taking his hand in yours as you continued to look up at Dir. “Oleg was my brother… but even so! I could not allow that to happen to my country! Nor could I allow that to happen to my young nephew Igor, the true heir to this land!” at the mention of Igor you turned your head to the boy, smiling brightly at him with pride that filled your chest to the brim. You laughed and chuckled as Igor was brought to Dir, your gaze moving to Ivar who was chuckling as well, his gaze locked on the boy and you couldn’t help but admire him. He had gotten more scars since Kattegat… he seemed older than he actually was, just a small bit, it was in his eyes, but other than that, he was happy, he seemed to be happy. You looked back at Igor as he sat down on the throne, his gaze meeting yours and you nodded softly at him, getting a nod in return.

“But none of this could have been possible without the intervention of our two viking brothers, and the beautiful woman called (Y/N), who has powers which were granted to her by God himself! We salute you all” Dir ended and you picked up a goblet which was given to you by someone passing by, raising your goblet as you turned to face Ivar who was already looking at you. “Skål” you whispered before putting the goblet to your lips, taking a small sip as Ivar chuckled quietly, softly shaking his head as he repeated the word in a mumble. Ivar continued to admire you as you stayed by his side, sipping from your goblet every now and then as you had a hand over your bump, in two months he’d be able to hold his child, his first child. He had held Balder for a brief while, even though he was dead, he had ordered everyone out after you had passed out and they made sure you were alright, and the second he had been alone with you and Balder, he cried. He had sobbed uncontrollably as he held his dead son in his arms… that wouldn’t happen this time. This time you’d give birth, and you’d be the first one to hold your child, squealing and pink until your arms would wrap around your child, this time he wouldn’t bury another dead infant, and especially not his own, not again.

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