#king bjorn

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Stories IV (Bjorn x Mermaid!Reader)

Summary: You find Bjorn injured and take him to a cave where you can heal him. He sees a figure in the water when you are away. You see the same woman after saying goodbye to Bjorn and something strange happens to you.

Warnings: strong language, mythical elements, angst, fluff, a long-anticipated 4th part is finally here

Word Count: +3k

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Vikings Masterlist

There are only so many places you can go to look for Bjorn, where streams, rivers, and other bodies of water link up to the fjord you were released into by Hvitserk during the raid on Kattegat. Still, you’re determined to find him no matter what. You can’t bear to think that he has died for something like... the title of King. 

It’s almost like hunting, sensing any prey moving around in the water or at the edge of the water. If it’s not Bjorn you find and instead another human, you can make them find him. You can be intimidating if you want to, even though you haven’t used your intimidating looks in a long time. Maybe the feeling of your nails turning into claws will feel weird to you. But if it will work to get someone to help you then so be it. 

You sense something in the distance, like a call to you through vibrations in the water. Pausing for a moment, you wait to see if you feel it again just to make sure it’s something and that you’re not following a dead end. But you sense it again. And you know it’s blood. Human blood. 

It’s not hunger that pushes you forward, propelling you through the water. It’s fear. You know what’s going on out there in the surface world. You know that there’s a war going on and you know that Bjorn is involved in it. You know that where there’s blood, there’s a man and if he’s still alive, you can find Bjorn and make sure that he’s alright. 

The stronger the smell of blood gets, the quicker you swim, popping your head out of the water every now and then to see if you can see something before you get to it. When the water starts turning red, stained with blood, your heart drops in your chest.

Then you see it. The figure that had set your senses off. And you’d know that braid of hair anywhere. “Fuck,” you mutter before pushing yourself forward. With just a few flicks of your tail, you get to the water’s edge and to Bjorn lying face down with his hand in the water.

Pushing yourself half out of the water, your tail still in the water, you roll him over onto his back and see a broken arrow embedded in his chest. “Shit,” you whisper, turning your attention to his face that you cup between your hands, hoping that his eyes open. 

His eyes flutter open at your touch and that’s enough for you to pull him into the water with you. Keeping his body close to yours as you swim with his head above water, you can feel his slow heart beating against his chest. You can feel the breath in his lungs, the life in his body. 

It’s hard to keep yourself above the surface with Bjorn dragging you down, but the determination inside of you to keep him alive and safe is enough to keep your tail beating against the currents. You hear him muttering your name, your head turning down to him for a second. Fearing that he doesn’t have much time left, you force yourself to go faster, ignoring how tired you are. 

You finally get to where you want, an underwater cave where you push yourself to go faster than ever because you don’t want the already unstable man in your arms to drown. But when he’s finally on the rocky surface, you can allow your tail to rest for a moment. Your tail can rest, but your mind cannot. You try to push aside the constant warnings that he does not have a lot of time, that whatever you need to do, you must do it now. 

Your claws come out without even a thought, ripping open the tunic covering his chest to inspect his wounds. The thundering in your heart deafens you to the dripping sounds in the cavern or how Bjorn calls out your name again. Now that you know what his wounds look like, you know what you need. You only hope that these seas have what you need. 

Bjorn’s eyes catch sight of your tail before you disappear under the water. He smiles to himself, happy that his plan to find you worked, happy that you had stayed, that you didn’t swim away home when you were released. But most of all, he’s happy that you’re alive and out of Ivar’s reach now. 

His mind goes blank, thinking about you, imagining the glee you must have felt to be back in open water. In his mind, he can see the way your tail flicks in excitement and the smile on your face to be out of the confinement of the tank you were living in. He wishes he could see it himself.

He feels something against his face, something wet that breaks him out of his dreams, and his eyes snap open to find you hovering above him. There’s a glowing light around you, making him think he’s still in a dream. Perhaps he has gone to Valhalla and you are a part of his. 

“Tell me you’re alive,” you whisper to him, caressing the side of his face with the back of your hand. 

He reaches up to touch your hand, taking it in his as he smiles. “Only if you were the one to save me,” he whispers back, his eyes adjusting to the light of the cave so that he can see you smiling down at him. 

“I thought I couldn’t,” you say, moving closer to him as you glance down to his chest, his wounds now covered in a substance that you had made with sea life, a substance your kind uses to heal wounds. You didn’t think it would work above the water, but it did. “You have different sea life here than at home. But it worked.”

“And I didn’t think you would find me. I thought you had gone back to the sea. But I thought that if there was still hope that you stayed, maybe you could find me by my blood,” he says, trying to move but you stop him by placing a firm hand on his chest. 

You laugh at his words, shifting closer and causing your tail to move out of the water. “It worked. And now you should rest while I look for food,” you say, reaching up to caress his cheek. 

He grabs your wrist, almost as if he’s asking you to stay. But he’s not strong enough to keep his grip on your wrist. You smile gently at him, the softest you’ve ever given him, and you lean closer to his face. Then, you start singing in a language Bjorn has never heard before. It sounds like a lullaby from the soft, gentle melody leaving your lips. He wonders if it’s the song you said your kind uses to lure men to their deaths. If it is, at least he will be happy when he dies. 

When he drifts into a restful state, you smile down at him and continue to caress his face. Your eyes drift down to his lips, your fingers making their way down to them as you remember how close you’ve come to kissing him, the times when he wanted to kiss you but you stopped him. You stopped him not because you didn’t want to kiss him, but because you didn’t want the story of The Mother to be true and you end up turning him into a merman. It would not suit him. He is the King of his people and how can a King lead if he does not live with his people. 

Thinking about that now, you make it a note in your mind to make a stop before hunting for food. You’re going to find out what happened with the war and if there are still people fighting. You’re going to find out if there is a way Bjorn can get back the throne that is his.

When Bjorn wakes, the cavern is quiet except for the dripping sound somewhere in the distance. He opens his eyes, and pushes himself up to look around to find you. But you are not at the water’s edge. He almost misses another figure in the water, his head doing a double take and looking in the distance at the head just jutting out of the water’s surface. 

“(Y/n)?” he calls, squinting to see if it is you. 

It’s not you. He sees that when the figure moves closer. Bjorn shifts back, cautious that this is another mermaid that has found him and sees him as prey. He moves away from the edge of the water, but the woman keeps moving forward. 

But when she gets to the shoreline, Bjorn can see that she does not have a tail like you have. Instead, she has legs. She smiles down at him, holding out her hands to show that she means him no harm. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice echoing in the cave as she comes to kneel down in front of him. 

She said something to him, but it is as if her voice gets lost in the air, the sound floating around him as she rests her hands on his chest. He feels a stir in her heart and it’s as if the breath is being pushed out of his lungs. Then he hears her last words before his mind goes black. 

“Give her a good life.”

His eyes open when he hears rocks clicking together, echoing in the cavern. When he sits up and turns to the sound, he sees you propped up with two stones in your hand and a makeshift fireplace beside you, and a big fish next to it. You mutter curses to yourself as you continue to strike the rocks together. Bjorn can tell that you’re trying to start a fire. 

Before he pushes himself up, he looks out to the water where he saw the woman. He tries to figure out if it was a dream or if it happened. Considering the wounds he has, he must have been in a fever that caused him to be in and out of dreams. 

“I didn’t think you knew how to make fire,” he speaks, catching your attention and making you turn to look at him. 

You laugh, shrug your shoulders, and look back down at the rocks in your hands. “I don’t know anything about it. Only that you use it to cook food because you do not eat it raw like I do,” you say, looking down at your tail. “I only know things to do with water.”

Bjorn moves closer to you, sitting beside you, and reaches for the rocks in your hands. “I will teach you if you want to learn,” he says, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the rocks from you. 

Nodding your head, you train your eyes on his hands to watch him strike the stones together with such skill that it only takes a few tries before you see a spark. Seeing the spark makes you gasp in excitement, your eyes growing wide to see him do it again. Then, one final strike lights the fire pit. 

“You built it well. Strong,” he mentions, smiling at you as he reaches for the fish you had brought back on your hunt. 

You smile, happy with the praise given to you. “I watched you do it,” you say, looking up at him in glee. He imagines that it’s the same look you had on your face when you saw the open ocean again to hunt. 

And yet, you still came back to him. 

“I went back to Kattegat,” you mention when he starts to cook the fish. His eyes snap up to you, his jaw tightening at the thought that you might have put yourself in danger. “Hvitserk is still fighting against Ivar. There are still people that are loyal to you,” you explain, thinking that he would be happy to hear that. But he instead casts his attention back to the fish. “When you are strong again, you can fight back again.”

“And what about you?” he asks, your smile falling from your face at the question. 

“What about me?”

“What if I win? Would you want to go back into that tank now that you are free?” he asks. “I do not think I could do that to you again.”

He doesn’t look at you but you can see there is guilt in his mind. You reach out to lift his gaze by touching his cheek. “This is my home now. I cannot go back to where you found me. I will stay in the fjord and all you have to do is call me and I will come,” you say, shifting closer to him, your tail making the water splash around it. “I can help as much as I can in this fight. Whoever is closest to the water, I can take.”

Seeing your enthusiasm to fight and give him back this throne makes him smile. Knowing that you have decided to stay makes him all the happier. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, knowing that if he tries to kiss you, you will only pull away again. He knows you have some kind of fear in your mind about it, but he doesn’t know what. 

You rest your forehead against him, leaning into his touch when he cups your cheek. The quietness in the cave makes this moment all the more intimate. There is no shouting from outside like there was when you were in his room in Kattegat and you know there is no way someone can burst in and interrupt the two of you. 

It’s perfect. And you wish to have more moments like this in the future.

You’re surprised at how quickly Bjorn’s strength came back. You thought that it was almost as if The Mother had blessed him to heal quickly. It took him a day to be back on his feet and the next day, you’re confident that he is strong enough to go back and fight again. You can only imagine that the cold cave isn’t the best environment for a human to stay in. It’s ideal for you as a mermaid because of the dampness and you think that you might come back here after Bjorn is king again. 

When the sun has set and you’re both ready to leave the cave, you lead Bjorn into the water where you both float on the surface where the underwater entrance is. You take his hand in yours, smiling gently at him as your other hand comes to his shoulder. “Take a deep breath,” you whisper, moving closer to him.

He can feel the fins brushing against his legs, reminding him of when he swam with you in that pond. He remembers the moment he had with you under the water. “Don’t eat me,” he teases, making you laugh as you start pushing him down by his shoulders when he takes a deep breath. 

“I’ll try not to,” you tease back, with a big smile on your face. 

Bjorn swims with you, knowing that you’re taking it slow and that you’re not swimming at your normal speed so that you can keep up with him. It’s always amazing to see you swim. The way your tail moves in the water is so strong and so majestic, the bubbles forming in the water seem to be like little pearls leaving your tail. It only makes his decision to not cage you anymore stronger. 

Hvitserk is waiting for Bjorn at the boat builder’s house, not far from your cave. When you get there, Bjorn pushes himself out of the water and onto the dock where a boat rests beside it. You pull yourself up to rest your arms on the wood, keeping your tail in the water. Bjorn sits beside you, his legs hanging off the edge as he reaches for your hand. 

“Don’t die away from the water where I cannot save you again,” you say, holding his hand tightly. “If you are hurt again, go to the water and I will find you.”

Bjorn can tell that you’re scared that this fight isn’t going to go well. You’re scared that he will get hurt again and you won’t be able to save him again. You’re scared to lose him. 

He cups your face in his hands, leaning closer to you as you push yourself farther up to get closer to his face. “I will see you again. This I promise,” he whispers, causing you to smile. 

You know that there are men at the end of the dock watching the two of you. They only heard stories about you, only being able to see part of your tail during the movement from the Great Hall to the pond. This must be the first time they’re seeing you in your full glory. But you don’t care. 

You mutter a small prayer to The Mother before you do what you do next. 

Pushing yourself up more, you press your lips to Bjorn’s, finally kissing him as you wanted to do for the past few days. You push away the fear that your kiss might turn him into a merman, thinking that if he is on land and you don’t pull him into the water, it won’t change him and he’ll remain a man.

Bjorn pulls your face closer to his, relieved that you have finally allowed him to kiss you. He kisses you back, his hands weaving through your damp hair. He wants this moment to last forever, but when Hvitserk calls his name, making you pull out of the kiss. But you keep your forehead against him and he keeps his against yours. 

“I will meet you at the docks in Kattegat when it is over,” you whisper to him. 

Instead of saying anything in response, Bjorn just places another kiss to your lips before he lets you go back into the water. The last he sees before you disappear under the water in the fins of your tail. 

As you swim, you feel something stirring in your chest. Your vision goes blurry and it’s like your lungs are screaming for air. Unsure what’s happening when your tail starts to falter, not allowing you to swim forward anymore, you quickly breach the surface and take a deep breath of air. 

Breathing the fresh air outside of the water has never given you such relief. You pull yourself out of the water, and onto the shore with a tree canopy overhead. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you glance down to your tail, only to find that your scales and fins have started to disappear. It’s as if your tail starts to split in half, but you feel no pain. And when the scales fade, the skin replaces them, and feet and toes replace your bottom fins. 

Hearing someone walking closer to you, you lift your head and see a woman a few feet away from you, holding a pile of clothes in her arms and a loving smile on her face. You know exactly who she is. 

The Mother.

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#MASALLADELDESTINO | FANFIC EDIT| ELIN, EL MENSAJE DE LOS DIOSES

Cuando llegó el nacimiento de la última hija de Bjorn y Elizabeth, la madre se encontraba débil y la pequeña Elin había nacido pequeña y débil..algunos decían que no sobreviviría.

Fue cuando llegó el séptimo día en el que Lagertha había expresado su deseo de retomar Kattegat, que vio a la pequeña ..se preguntó a sí misma si aquello era una señal de Los Dioses.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Coming Back || Björn Ironside x Oc

gifs by: unknown & @gifshistorical

Summary: Bjorn returns back to Wessex just in time for the birth of his first child with Evangeline. After being forced into marriage, it is the first time they see each other after the wedding.

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Kingdom of Wessex

“Move it!” Björn yells as he moves past servants and guards rushing around the place. Ragnar follows, amused at his son’s mood. They had just set foot back in Wessex after news came that Evangeline was expected to give birth very soon. Of course shocked, Björn wanted to be by his wife’s side when his first child is born.

The married couple had not seen each other in many months as he left right after their consummating ceremony. Although their marriage was only a political matter, Björn still cared about her.

“Ah, my son-in-law! How are you Björn?” King Ebert opens his arms wide. Björn awkwardly looks to his father before hesitating and moving closer to the King who pulls him in for a hug and a pat on the back.

“My dear Evangeline has missed your presence, but rest assured, her pregnancy has been very smooth. I pray to the God above that she delivers the child safely without much pain.” He does the sign of the cross as Björn slowly nods. “And where is she? The soon to be mother of my child?” His deep voice questions the King.

King Ecbert beckons a servant, “Take them to the birthing room,” And with that, Björn quickly follows the servant, Ragnar following suit but not before giving a look to the King.

The two walk into a hallway where they could already hear Evangeline’s cries of pain. Björn stiffened at the sound of her screams, it was his first time becoming a father so he did not know what to expect. Ragnar takes ahold of his son’s upper arm making him stop. “When you go in there, she is obviously in a lot of pain. Take her hand, comfort her. And pray to Freyja.” He says lowly to Björn who just nods before exhaling from his nose.

The servant waited in front of the door. Björn nodded and the door opened revealing his wife pacing slowly around the room. Her hands on her back as she breathed heavily. Her hair was sticking to her shiny face and her white gown slightly covered with blood. Evangeline had not yet noticed his presence in the room.

Another cry left her mouth as she threw her head back, massaging her stomach as servants press a cloth to her sweaty forehead. Ragnar stayed leaned up by the door, his eyes scanning around the room. “Evangeline…” Björn called out making the princess turn her head to his direction.

In a matter of seconds, she stormed up to him, hitting his chest a few times. “Where have you been! I have been waiting for you-“ She stopped mid sentence as she winced and leaned her head against his firm chest. “Because of you, I seem to be fighting against a demon inside my stomach!” She fumed before she turned back around and continued pacing.

Björn watched his wife in shock as she kept yelling “get out, get out, get out” over and over. He looks behind his shoulder to his father for help but Ragnar only chuckles. “Sounds like a typical Viking baby” He shrugs as Björn walks to Evangeline. He takes her shoulders, “I think you should this to the bed, yes?” He says to her with his slight accent.

“I think that is a great idea, my Prince. Let’s go lay down in the bed shall we?” An older handmaiden gently takes Evangeline’s hands and move her to the bed. Now that he was married to the Princess of Wessex, he was technically considered Prince. It sure was still new to Björn.

Evangeline laid down on the bed with her husband trailing behind, his hand on her lower back. Björn takes ahold of her hand, just like what his father told her to do, placing a kiss on her knuckles before silently praying to Freyja.

“Princess, you need to start pushing!” Evangeline screams in pain but nonetheless pushes. “What are you doing?” She says in between her yells of pain. “Praying to the Goddess Freyja, so that you safely deliver our son or daughter” Björn says as he looks her in the eyes.

She doesn’t say anything but continues to push, tears streaming down her face from the pain she was experiencing. “This baby is going to be the death of me!” She screams before she gives one final push, her hand squeezing hard with Björn’s but he did not mind.

For the first time that afternoon, the villa fell silent until the noise of a baby crying broke it . Evangeline fell back on the bed, exhausted with her eyes closed. Björn stares amazed at the newborn, his child, a daughter. The handmaiden wraps the baby in cloth before taking her to the exhausted mother.

“Look, isn’t our daughter beautiful?” Björn softly whispers in Evangeline’s ear as she slowly opens her eyes, her daughter resting on her chest as tears of joy flow down her face. Björn couldn’t stop smiling at the little human being he helped create.

“She’s beautiful,” Evangeline whispers, looking down at the baby. “What should we name her?” The Princess looks at Björn with searching eyes as he takes a moment to think before looking to his father.

“I think we should name her Ingrid. It means beautiful goddess, because I know our daughter already is one,” He smiles down at the baby, her tiny hand wrapping themselves around Björn’s finger. Evangeline’s eyes move to Björn as everyone in the room exchanges looks.

No doubt were they questioning the name of the Princess’ child as it was old norse originated. “Ingrid. Princess Ingrid. I like that name,” Evangeline says softly as Björn smiles at her and kisses her cheek.

“Where is my granddaughter!” King Ecbert rushes in and stops to see the sight infront of him. His eyes immediately soften before coming to his daughter’s side, Evangeline notices his older brother Aethulwulf standing by the door awkwardly. Evangeline carefully gives her father Ingrid as the King admires his granddaughter silently.

The young Princess beckons her older brother who takes a hesitant step forward. He moves past his father and engulfs the younger in a hug. “How are you dear sister?” He rubs her back as Evangeline lets out a breath. “I’m fine. Though rest and sleep is all I can think about right now,” She chuckles as the others around do the same.

King Ecbert than passes Ingrid to her uncle. Evangeline watch as the two fuss over her daughter as she rests her head on Björn’s chest. “Thank you for being here,” She looks up to him with a gentle smile. He says nothing but moves her closer to him and places a kiss on her forehead.

The door opened and revealed Lagertha and Ragnar. The famous Shield-maiden immediately moves to the bed where the couple laid. She engulfed Björn in a tight hug before giving Evangeline one aswell. Lagertha moves to the other side and Aethulwolf passes Ingrid to her.

“Oh she’s beautiful,” Lagertha softly says, looking at Evangeline and Björn. “What is her name?” She questions as she brushes Ingrid’s cheek. “Ingrid.” Evangeline answers with a proud smile. “Ingrid.” Ragnar nods, moving behind Lagertha to look down at the baby in her arms.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful baby,” Ragnar acknowledges with a smile and winks at the young Princess.

[rapid-apathy]

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒆𝒕

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: mentions of blood sacrifice.

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You see, hear and know things that others do not. 

・Some may say they are abilities or powers, but it’s something that you were born with. 

・Your ‘powers’ made you an outsider. People were afraid of you. Of your truth. At times your mouth spoke before your mind could think, and what came out wasn’t desired by those who had heard

・For many years you wished it away. You ignored your senses and tried to be like others

・But for the life of you ... you couldn’t. 

・Vikings are a spiritual people, and the elders were much more open to your thoughts than the younger people (they thought they knew everything, whereas as you get older, you realise there’s a lot you don’t know.)

・So you had never fit in with others your age. And that made you miss out on a lot of experiences. 

・It saddened you and your family tried to make up for it as much as possible.

・Because even though your father was an odd man, your abilities didn't come from him nor his line. It came from your mother's mother and so on. It always skipped a generation. No one knew why.

・But you relied on your family for a lot, and they too relied on you. You took great solace in the fact that you always had a home. People to go to.

・As you aged, you became even more powerful. So much so, that The Seer had asked Bjorn to go out and find you - to ask your family if you would like to be mentored by the old man

・Bjorn was hesitant, since he was now rising in ranks, becoming more of a leader himself. 

・However, the Seer had seen something. And Ragnar’s firstborn had to be the one to fetch you. 

・The ride took a few hours, yet you knew exactly who was coming.

・When the sound of hooves approached, you opened the cottage door and gave the lone man a warm damp cloth to freshen himself up and when he followed you inside, he saw that there was a feast waiting.

"We thought you would be hungry," your mother called. Her braided hair a tad messy from all the flittering about she'd been doing for hours. Trying to make your home as inviting as possible.

"Oh, thank you," Bjorn said with a genuine smile and wiped the snow from his clothes.

・Your mind made life both amazing, and horrid. You could be five steps ahead of everyone else, but then they all look like you're out of your mind.

・Bjorn ate with you and your family, getting to know them with grace and diplomacy.

・This was to be your last family dinner for a long long while. Your mother, and younger sisters had lit every candle in the house, arranging them specifically to honour the gods.

・There were even offerings that you and your father had brought in this morning. And you had seen two black ravens following you the whole while.

・The blood from the rabbit sat in a bowl on the altar. Each of the family had been blessed, by you. They had given you the honours of blessing the household as well. Leaving your mark on the home.

・Bjorn sat opposite you, a fingerprint of blood on his forehead. He was exactly as you had envisioned.

'Handsome' you thought, and then came the thoughts that were not your own, 'tough, adventurous, wants to explore.'

・It was one of the things that you were gifted with... You had only been around him for less than 30 minutes and you knew what type of man Bjorn was already.

・It's why many of the townsfolk don't like you.

・Even though they come to you for help, they want to be told certain things. But you hate to lie. And if these people wanted the truth - that's exactly what you gave them.

"So, Bjorn, have you received any word from your father?" Your own father asked, one of his large hands clutched around the wooden spoon.

"Ah well, here and there," he replied in his low gruff voice.

"I have always loved the stories about your father. Ragnar will be remembered throughout history!" You cringed at the obvious love your father had for Ragnar...

・After dinner, your parents kissed you, with tears in their eyes and your younger sister squeezed you tight.

"I'll see you again soon," you mumbled into her hair as you leaned down, hugging her back.

"You promise?" She said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Yes, I have already seen it." Well, you could stomach to lie to those you care about.

・Bjorn thanked your family and strapped your bag to the horse, while you had one last moment with your family.

・Releasing them, you walked out the front door, from the home that you grew up in, felt safe in. And you stepped into your future.

[myocsfanfictions]

Under the Devil’s Eye

Vikings FanFiction

MASTERLIST

Selethryth, a young lady with strange eyes and prophetic dreams, is both feared and revered in King Ecbert's court. Though he sees her as a powerful tool for his ambitions, it is Ivar, the brutal and unpredictable son of Ragnar, who is drawn to her. As their fates collide, Selethryth finds herself entangled in a dangerous game where her gifts may lead her into the arms of darkness.

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Chapter 1

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[artverso]

Bjorn Barends - King Spawn

[nooterstan]

have some Troubled Vikings™

[lupisspiss]

I did manage to draw something yesterday but I was too tired to post lol

It's my lovely, criminally chill king - -

Odin!

He's actually just the best character sorry not sorry. If anyone at any point in the story had actually listened to him JUST ONCE nothing would've ever gone wrong

I didn't technically finish it but like I'm probably not gonna hehe

Click for slightly better resolution but it's still not gonna be great❤️❤️

[atane-is-here]

the boys part 3 1,2

[idontcarecarebear]

Let me tell you something if I was in the alien movie Romulus I would be holding the fuck out of Andy's hand, skipping down the corridors, and avoiding the aliens from face fucking me.

You want to let this pregnant bitch die my king, then let her fucking die.

Want me to kill Bjorn, the cousin fucker for you, with pleasure!

[irmawrites]

Requests are open!

I've been in a bit of a writing slump lately, but I'd like to get back into it. So I've decided to open up my requests to more fandoms and characters! In addition to House of the Dragon, you can send me ideas for The Last Kingdom and Vikings. I would love to write for the following characters:

House of the Dragon : Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Gwayne Hightower, Otto Hightower, Ser Criston Cole, Cregan Stark, Jacaerys Velaryon, Ulf the White, Davos Blackwood and Martyn Reyne. 

The Last Kingdom : Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric, Sigtryggr, and Rognvaldr. 

Vikings : Ivar, Hvitserk, Ubbe, Bjorn, King Harald Finehair, and Ragnar. 

I'm happy to write SFW as well as NSFW, but of course I reserve the right to refuse a request if it contains anything illegal (although I do write Targaryen incest in the HotD universe) or that I'm uncomfortable with.

Don't be shy, ask away <3

[bluemargotrobbie]

Bjorn y Ubbe (+Elizabeth) 🥹😭💔

“Te fallé hermano, lo siento”

“Esto es culpa mía ”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Vikings Oc

Evangeline, Princess of Wessex

gifs by @myrcella

Alexandra of Northumbria

gif by @anakintargaryens

[levithestripper]

“He is King now.”

VIKINGS 03x01 “Mercenary”

[vikingschristiansff]

Chapter Thirteen

 Since the weddings Hvitserk had become determined to find out why Elsie was so angry with him. She no longer cuddled with him, instead keeping her body as close to the edge of the bed as possible. She ignored him throughout the day, and would pretend to already be asleep when he came home. After days of this Hvitserk had enough. Fairly drunk, he stumbled into their home where again, Elsie was pretending she was asleep. Hvitserk angrily tossed the furs off of her, turned her over so that she was laying on her back and crawled on top of her. He hovered menacingly over her.

“What do you want?” Elsie snarled through clenched teeth. 

“Why are you behaving like a child?” Elsie almost gagged from the stench of alcohol on his breath as he spoke. “We were happily married a few days ago, now you despise me. What happened?”

Elsie gave him a look of disgust, refusing to answer his question. “TELL ME,” he scream.

“I saw you with the slave. The blonde one. I am not stupid, as I said before my affection for you  was a momentary lapse in judgement. This isn’t a marriage, it a business arrangement. And I think, from now on, we should keep it as such.”

Hvitserk's demeanor softened, and he rolled off of his wife so he was now sitting beside her. “I didn’t know that would hurt you, and I will never do it again. Not with Margarethe, not with anyone.”

“No need. I don’t care what you do. I’m not hurt, I’m not angry. I know what men do, Scottish men have mistresses all the time. It’s just… my father didn’t and growing up I was promised a marriage like my parents. I forgot that promise was broken when my father made his deal with Bjorn.” With that, she tucked herself back under the furs and turned her back to her husband to go to sleep. Hvitserk, however, didn’t get much sleep that night. 

* * * *

Olivia sat upon a boulder, drawing a landscape of Kattegat. However, her peacefulness was soon interrupted. 

“Hello Princess Olivia,” Cella said. Olivia remembered her, she was the thrall that dressed her for the Viking wedding. 

“Hello Cella. Can I help you?”

“Prince Sigurd has ordered me to accompany you throughout the days. He said you were lonely and having a hard time adjusting to life here.” 

Olivia just smiled and nodded. She knew what Sigurd was doing, having Cella with her all day everyday would deter her from having a friendship with Harald. She felt the anger boil within her but she kept a calm demeanor, not wanting to take her emotions out on someone as sweet as Cella. 

Olivia waited up for Sigurd to come home that night. 

“Why are you still awake?” He asked when got into their bed. 

“Is having a thrall become my shadow really necessary?”

“You’re the one who wants someone to talk to,” he smirked. 

“I don’t understand you!” Olivia stood from the bed and began to shout. “You don’t want me and yet you won’t allow me to even speak to another man!”

Sigurd stood up as well. “I don’t need you being seen constantly with King Harald! Embarrassing me! Making a fool out of me!”

“You make a fool out of me everyday! You are always with Margarethe!” She spill out the thralls name with vitriol. “If you hate me so much, why don’t spend your nights with her as well!” 

“I will!” Sigurd grabbed his clothes and stormed out of their house, slamming the door behind him.

* * * *

Per request from Ivar, Aslaug and Bridget began to spend time together. Aslaug hated Bridget, and Bridget hated her back. Aslaug insisted Bridget was a bad wife and was not keeping Ivar happy. And of course, it was Bridget’s fault that she was not with child. 

Bridget had to bite her tongue form tell her mother-in-law that Ivar lacked the skill to make a baby and it was most certainly not her fault. They hadn’t tried again since the wedding night, Ivar was too scared of being embarrassed again. Instead each night he had his wife hold him tightly like she did that night. He found calmness and comfort in her arms, though she could not say the same. 

* * * * * 

Lagertha decided it was important to teach Leith sword fighting. It was not going well, but they were both enjoying their time together. 

Once again Lagertha knocked the sword out of Leith’s hand. “You are excellent with the shield, but you lack strength.” She grabbed Leith’s thin arm, that was sore beyond belief, and let it flop back to her side, making both of the women laugh. Ending their lesson, they took a seat to catch their breathes.

“How is your marriage going, Bjorn is a lot like his father in some ways, so I’m sure it is not easy?” 

Leith thought for a moment. “I think, for an arranged marriage, it is going well.” 

“But?” Lagertha questioned. 

“It is just still very awkward,” Leith paused, thinking if she wanted to say what was on her mind. “I fear — Bjorn may not like me. I would like us to be friends, to make this situation easier.”

“Oh darling,” Lagertha laughed. “Trust me, Bjorn likes you. Perhaps even more.”

Lagertha’s words lingered in her mind the rest of the day. Leith knew she and Bjorn needed to have an honest conversation when he returned home that night. 

* * * * * 

“I am sorry for accusing you the other night. I should have trusted you when you said you were with your sister.” 

Greer turned in bed to her other side, becoming face to face with her husband. “Why didn’t you?”

“I do not have the most experience with women emotionally. I was worried about you, and I —,” Don’t let that Christian make you stupid brother. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Greer smiled, pulling her Halfdan in for a kiss.

* * * * * 

Ubbe had left for the day when Isla went into labor. Thralls flooded their house, preparing everything they needed and shouting instructions at Isla. The pain, the chaos, the noise was all too much for her. She mustered her strength and pushed the women out of the room, locking the door behind them.

“Princess Isla, open the door!” The eldest thrall, Agnes shouted and banged on the door. “We need to help you! The baby is coming early it is dangerous!”

Isla let out another agonizing scream, “I will do it myself! I do not want anyone to help me! I do not need help! AHHHHH!”

Agnes continued to banging, “Princess, if you do not open the door I will get your husband to break it down!”

“I am not letting anyone in here!” 

Isla didn’t hear Agnes tell another thrall to go find Ubbe and tell him what was happening. 

“AHHHHHHH!”

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