#lagertha imagine

[claymoresword]

Fatal Attraction | Pt.2

Lagertha Lothbrok x Farmer Fem!Reader

Summary: After a long day of working on your farm, you have an accidental encounter with a gorgeous shield-maiden.

Pairing: Lagertha x Reader

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, smut, cunnilingus, g!p reader, soulmate elements, in my mind lagertha & y/n live happily ever after

Note: hi, so this is a continuation from the other Lagertha one shot i did with the same title :D before anyone asks, no this won't be a series lmaoo i don't have the time or willpower to commit to one right now but trust there will be more Lagertha stories whenever i get the inspiration.

hope u enjoy!

Once you've laced up your breeches properly, you swiftly extend a hand, assisting Lagertha as she gets to her feet.

Quietly observing as she retrieves her own sword off the ground, the shield-maiden courteously reaches for your ax as well.

“Thank you.” You mutter, unable to wipe the evident smirk off your face. Lagertha rolls her eyes in a playful fashion, fastening her sword belt, whilst you do the same.

You soon take Lagertha's hand in your own, guiding her through the dense forest, towards your farmhouse. “Come, this way.”

It is nearly nightfall now so you had to move quickly, else risk being stranded till morning.

A period of comfortable silence as you walk side by side before Lagertha addresses you.

“Can I ask you something– before we get to your house?”

You nod, pushing past more undergrowth and brush. “You can ask me anything.”

“How old are you?” Lagertha inquires, her eyes fixed upon your face, as if eager for a response; anxious to dismantle you.

“Two and twenty.” You reply after a beat.

You manage to catch the way the older woman's brows furrow for an instant, before her expression sets impassively once more.

“How old are you?” You nudge her with a shoulder.

The distant noise of streaming water is all you hear before the other woman finally responds.

“Older.” Lagertha says simply, this time it is your turn to roll your eyes.

You scoff.

“I gathered that, but how much older?” You attempt, and once more the shield-maiden is opposed to answering.

“I am asking the questions.” She asserts, gesturing to herself.

You bite your bottom lip to conceal your amusement, holding your arms up in mock surrender. “My apologies, go on.”

“How many siblings do you have?” She asks, glancing at the riverbank as you come upon it.

“None. It was only me and my mother.. but she is gone now.” You admit, Lagertha accepts your hand as you ascend the bridge.

You cross the river in silence, but you can sense her stare. Intrigue and pity.

“I am sorry, the wound of losing a parent never truly heals.” Lagertha finally states, and you can only grace her with a nod, hoping to move away from the topic of your mother.

“How long have you been operating your farm alone?” Another question, you can feel your shoulders relax– merely thankful for the diversion.

“Five, almost six years now.” You have no issues replying with the truth once more, you relish the way Lagertha clasps your hand slightly tighter.

You anticipate her next words, willing to answer any question Lagertha might have, all night if necessary. Especially if it meant remaining in her company.

“Have you ever thought of getting married?” Her words prompt a smirk, you steal a swift glance at the older woman before responding.

“I have thought of it.. I suppose I have yet to meet a woman I would want to spend my life with.” You say, looking at her again.

Lagertha's brows furrowed once more, and you quickly realize that she does that because she is thinking. The sight makes your heart pound harder in your chest– she is truly the most enticing woman you have ever met.

“And what would you consider a woman you would spend your life with? What do you desire in a wife?” The shield maiden inquires, as her expectant gaze meets your own, you are tempted to pull her close and kiss her once more.

“Oh, that is easy to answer.” You remark as an idea occurred to you.

Tugging on Lagertha’s arm, you guide her to the body of water before pointing to it.

“You need only use your eyes.” With little light left in the sky, the river is dark, but her reflection is visible enough.

You watch it ripple as you both stare. The older woman is quiet for a while, though you swear she is fighting a smile.

“I don't think a fish would make a reliable companion.” Lagertha finally jests, brushing past you, her hand slips out of your grasp.

You can't help the involuntary laugh that erupts from your chest as Lagertha turns back to you with a grin. She waits for you to catch up and continue your journey back to your farmhouse.

“You are funny.” You compliment, and the older woman simply hums in acknowledgement.

“And you have a very smooth tongue.” Lagertha notes, now that you are practically beaming.

You don't fight the urge to reach for her hand once more; a sense of triumph as you feel the shield-maiden entwine your fingers in a more intimate manner.

“Just wait till you see what else I can do with my tongue.”

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You reach the farmhouse just as the sky has fully darkened, now the world is quiet, apart from the distant noise of crickets in the nearby forest. Even then, the sounds come few and far between. The insects must be hiding out to escape the cold– something you both should also do.

“After you, my lady.” You gesture into your home after pushing the door open.

Lagertha chuckles at your mock gallantry, she has her arms wrapped around herself for warmth as she steps through. “Thank you.”

You observed as the shield-maiden immediately began wandering around the inside of your home, taking in her surroundings. You let out a quiet sigh at the realization that you've left the space tidy enough, initially not expecting any company.

-

Routinely, you fetch a pile of firewood, making your way over to the hearth.

Lagertha's tentative stare is accompanied by a wild fluttering in your belly. She watches you feed the fire as if it was the most fascinating sight in the world– you had to bite back a grin.

“Do you really live alone?” The older woman asks again, and your expression contorts incredulously for a moment.

Why is that so difficult for her to believe?

“Yes, it is just me.” You respond in earnest as you move from a squatting position to approach her.

You hold her eye contact as you stand only an inch or two away. The shield maiden is first to avert her gaze– somehow she is even more gorgeous now, with light from the firepit dancing on her skin.

“Can I ask you another thing?” Lagertha's brows are knitted together once more. Now it is a familiar sight to you, you allow yourself to smile as you reach out to caress her cheek.

“What is it, beautiful?” You coax.

You desperately want to feel her lips against your own, though you decide to wait patiently for her next words.

“Do you believe that sometimes two people are meant to cross paths, for better or worse?” Lagertha inquires, and your expression grows almost mirthful as you quickly understand her meaning.

“Yes, I do believe that.” You ensure, shifting even closer, your gaze flits down to her mouth for an instance.

To your delight, Lagertha is first to eliminate all space between you– practically crashing her lips against your own, your tongue slips in her mouth, allowing you to taste her as you swallow her whimper. The shield-maiden's hand swiftly gets lost in your hair.

Lagertha gasps as your lips part, as if it pained her to separate. Although she maintains a firm hand against your chest, forcibly keeping you at a distance so she may speak.

“I do not understand it but– it feels like I am supposed to be here with you.” She breathes and you nod in agreement it feels as though you had been waiting for her all your life.

“Yes, I feel the same.” You admit, kissing her again, hard and eager until she moaned.

*

You feel your cock quickly stirring within your wool breeches, you want her again, you need her.

Lagertha seemingly shares that sentiment as she swiftly unclasps your ax belt before slipping her hand underneath the hem of your tunic, lifting it over your head to leave you in your smallclothes.

You repeat the same with her garments, and soon enough she stands before you bare, flushed and vulnerable.

“You are breathtaking.” You praise as your open mouth finds her neck. Lagertha is already panting by the time your hand cups her breast, she can only moan at the contact, guiding you closer to your bed.

You watched as the shield-maiden climbed onto your bed, unreservedly, as if it was her own. In truth, she looked as though she really did belong here, in your home.

You can hardly fathom a time when she wasn't in it.

“Come here.” Lagertha coaxes after she catches you staring, her legs parting willingly as you settle yourself on top of her.

Your clothed groin makes contact with her swollen, wet heat as you kiss. She immediately wraps her legs around your waist, seeking more friction.

Her arousal begins to leave a wet patch on your breeches, and the feel of it makes you groan.

She is utterly intoxicating.

“Fuck–” You grunt into her mouth, you needed to feel her and taste her, properly.

Lagertha’s grip on the nape of your neck tightens as you pull away, but the feel of your warm tongue on her breasts causes an involuntary shiver to run through her body.

She is weakened at the mere feeling of your mouth on her flesh, and it makes you giddy with want.

The older woman gasps once more as you deliberately nip at the skin just above her belly button, before smoothing over it with your tongue.

Lagertha trembles anew.

“Please..” Her voice is meek and desperate. What she is pleading for is unclear, although her insistent hand guiding your head further down her body gives you a clearer idea of her desires.

You decide not to deprive either of you a moment longer. Propping her thigh up slightly, at last your mouth makes contact with her weeping sex, ripping a wanton moan out of the older woman.

Her fingers tighten in your hair as you begin to run your tongue through her folds, sucking and licking with little reverence.

“Y/n– oh, Gods–” You proceed to coax a slew of incoherent muttering and groans from Lagertha as you continue to pleasure her with your mouth. Determined to make her feel the best she has ever felt.

The volume of her moans would suggest that you are succeeding.

You begin sucking on her already sensitive clit, and soon the shield-maiden arches her back, grinding her cunt against your mouth.

You decide to present her your tongue once more, this time dipping it inside of her entrance, and this is all it takes for Lagertha to come undone.

She screams out in ecstasy, her hand has fallen away from your hair to grip the sheets next to her, as the violent orgasm rips through her body.

You pull back, moaning at the taste of her on your lips. You kiss a gentle path up her still writhing frame until your face is once more, hovering over hers.

Lagertha's eyes are visibly glossed over from pleasure and arousal. She lets out a breathless chuckle as she looks up at you, wiping your mouth clean.

You kissed her palm then, and she hastily drew you close in response. Her chest is still heaving as her mouth meets your own, heavy and passionate.

As your lips eventually separate, you open your mouth to speak, but the words swiftly die in your throat.

Lagertha's hand begins to travel further down, she expertly locates your hardened bulge.

The older woman squeezes your cock through your breeches, and now all you can manage is a grunt. She beams at your reaction, leaving a contrastingly innocent kiss on your cheek before pulling her hand away and propping herself up on her elbows.

“Lay back.” Lagertha commands.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Hewooo! If it's no bother, may I request something pls? It's for Vikings. I thought of another situation for the time traveler!reader thing (i am such a sucker for those). So like, what would they do/how would they react if they see 21st century person dancing to modern music? So like kpop dances or tiktok dances as long as theyre modern. Thanks in advance, have great day (or night idk where you are)!! 🙇‍♀️

first of all, thank you anon for wishing me a great night. Yep, seems like the time traveler trope is becoming my thing...

i love getting requests though don't get me wrong

for this imagine, you'll be dancing the love nwantiti dance (credit goes to the absolutely gorgeous dancer) from tiktok since i think that it's one of the few dances on there that look like actual dancing

reacting to you dancing will be Ragnar, Lagertha, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Harald, Halfdan, Kalf and Kwentrith

Ragnar

You're in the great hall alone, humming to yourself as you remember a dance from back home. Slowly, you begin moving to the rhythm. Lost in thoughts, you don't notice Ragnar sneaking up to you until he already has his arms around your waist.

"Is that how they dance where you're from?" he whispers in your ear, swaying along to what you'd just been dancing.

"Do you like it?" you reply cheekily.

Ragnar chuckles. "Who wouldn't?"

You turn around, boldly staring at him. "Want me to teach you?"

"You'll teach me?" he asks. You nod, smirking.

It's safe to say you end up somewhere else...

Lagertha

It's been another long day in Kattegat and Lagertha wants nothing more than relax and soak in a bath. She's ready to close her eyes and forget about the day when she hears humming outside her door.

Lagertha opens her eyes and sees you, the one that magically appeared one day. The one from the future.

Curiously, she slips over her nightgown and quietly opens the door. She expects to chuckle, but Lagertha only feels heat rush to her cheeks.

You have your back to her, swaying from side to side in tune to whatever song you're humming.

"Are you dancing?" she asks and you whirl around.

"I- yes." you reply, slightly blushing. She smiles at your reaction.

"Invite me next time." she replies, already disappearing to go back to her bath.

"Wait!" you call. "I could teach you some dances."

Lagertha is a quick learner, but she's a good teacher too and the two of you end up dancing the night away.

Bjorn

Bjorn fell in love with Porunn when he watched her dance, so seeing you dance was bittersweet.

A farmer had brought you to Kattegat, saying that you were mute and dim-witted. Bjorn wasn't sure what was true about you though.

You were singing quietly wiping the table as you danced by yourself.

"You aren't stupid, are you?" Bjorn asks.

Your head whips around abruptly, and you stop dancing. You lie your head sideways, almost like a dog. Your eyebrows knit together.

Bjorn has to admit, you are very cute.

"Well," he says, waving his hands, "don't stop because of me."

You blush, but you seem to comprehend and continue dancing. Suddenly, you rush towards him and guide his hands.

Bjorn realizes you're attempting to teach him. He lets himself relax and forget his worries as the two of you dance to the sound of your voice.

Ubbe

Ubbe is glad that you settled into his longhouse. He cannot imagine what it must be like to be in such a situation as yours.

Foreign melodies float through the door of his house. Ubbe slings his rabbits over the shoulder as he pushes the door open.

Your strange device lies on the table as you dance, eyes closed and a slight smile on your face.

Ubbe has to chuckle. At the sound of his laugh, you stop, startled. The song continues playing over the phone though.

"You look very beautiful when you dance." he compliments.

"Thank you." you mumble.

"Would you dance with me?" Ubbe invites. Of course, you oblige, the game of his last hunt already forgotten.

Hvitserk

Hvitserk is too cheeky for his own good, you should know that by now. Yet, when he asks for something from the future, you can't resist his smirk.

"Fine." you say, tapping the song on your phone. A familiar beat fills the room.

You can tell that his greedy eyes are on you watching. Almost, you blush.

Hvitserk jumps up, and you barely manage to open your eyes before he barrels into you, pushing you against a wall.

He wants to watch you dance again and again but can't help interrupt himself.

Sigurd

It's awkward between the two of you. You sit in the Great Hall while everyone else has left, probably to get Ivar to calm down.

Your norse wasn't good enough to follow the conversation so now you sit here, with him.

"So..." you begin, "you play the Oud?"

Sigurd looks up, still looking slightly annoyed. He nods.

"Cool." you sigh. Please say something dude

"Do you play an instrument?" he asks and you shake your head.

"I do dance a little though." you reply and he nods to you. You push the bench away from the table. After humming the tune a few times, Sigurd can recreate it on the Oud well enough.

He smiles as he watches you dance.

"You know, if you ever got tired of princehood, I'm sure you could become a traveling musician." you joke. His smile gets even wider, and you think it's the first time he's genuine about it.

Ivar

He watches you dance and attempt to teach a very drunk Hvitserk, who dared you to do it in the first place.

It's times like these when Ivar especially curses his legs. He wishes he could just stand up and dance with you too.

You're out of breath when you sit back down next to him.

"Did you enjoy yourself with Hvitserk?" he asks bitterly.

"Yeah it was fun." you reply carelessly, grabbing your cup. You stop when you see his expression.

Suddenly, Ivar feels your hand grabbing his.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"I have to make you forgive me somehow." you reply, leading him to his room

Ivar's eyes are filled with awe as you dance, only for him this time.

Harald and Halfdan

The new thrall is a curious thing. Still sporting a bruise from a fight the day before, the new servant hums as they clean the table.

Unlike the others, this one refuses to bend. A bad thrall, but entertaining.

The seller gave the thrall away for almost nothing, saying that they'd been nothing but trouble. Not understanding any known language and seemingly not understanding any basic work, with pride matching that of the brothers.

"This one isn't what they seem." Harald nods. Halfdan agrees. They watch from the shadows as the thrall wipes the table clean.

When they begin dancing, both brothers' eyes flit from the thrall to the other.

"All spoils go to the winner." Harald announces, before quickly walking towards the thrall.

Kalf

You're strange. Unlike Lagertha, he can't figure you out. Apparently, you came to her farm after Ragnar first sailed west. By now, you're like another child to her.

You dabble in everything, not settling for a trade. You can fletch arrows, know basic herbs, fight a bit and weave a bit, but you never seem to settle on anything.

Now that Lagertha has gone away for a bit, Kalf uses his chance to get closer to you.

What surprises him is your dancing. It's foreign, but Kalf can't take his eyes off you.

"Why do you keep watching me?" you ask him. He thought he was being sneaky. Apparently, he was wrong.

Your voice is still colored by a slight accent, but that only adds to the allure.

"Can a man not admire?" he replies, walking closer.

"Dance with me." you challenge. For once, Kalf doesn't know what to say.

Kwentrith

Kwentrith is fascinated by Lagertha, but you, you put a spell on her. She's heard the rumours.

The one that travels through time, the one that's from the future.

As if that wasn't enough, you were Lagertha's most loyal warrior and on top of that, Kwentrith saw you dance after you'd gotten slightly drunk at the feast.

Kwentrith liked to dance. It helped her forget about everything else, made her feel light. But when you danced, it was different.

She almost storms up to you before she manages to stop herself, but you've heard her.

You turn around, and her breath catches. She's confident, but you aren't just some transaction. She wants you to like her.

"I dance too." she admits, almost shyly. You smile lightly.

"I'd like for you to teach me a Mercian dance sometime." you reply, taking another sip of her wine.

Then, Kwentrith can't stop herself and surges forward, placing a kiss on your lips.

"You have put a spell on me." she whispers.

"So have you." you reply, already pulling her away from the crowd.

tagged: @alicedopey 

[whenimaunicorn]

Happy birthday, darling!! 😘🎉🥳

Slap, lick, or fondle:

Ivar, Lagertha, and Harald.

This feels like a 4b scene. Ivar and Lagertha can barely even stand to be next to each other. Harald has to stand in between them, and by the way they all shift their weights as they wait there with their eyes closed, I know no one is calm.

I trace my hand along Lagertha’s cheek. She smiles softly, in that distant, arrogant way that she gets. She’s not ready for the strike that reddens her cheek. Her eyes open as she nurses the pain. I’m not sure if the look she flashes me is a threat or a promise.

Ivar, as always, shows all his feelings on his face as I step to him; he’s nervous, and can barely tolerate waiting for anything. Although a smirk still lingers from his satisfaction to hear that someone else got the slap. He flinches anyway when I touch him, tracing my fingertips along his jaw. I move slowly up behind his ear, carding my fingers through his thick, glossy hair. I scratch softly at his scalp and watch him melt. That hits him so much deeper than a slap.

And onto Harald. He can’t be sure what he’s getting but he’s already grinning. That alone makes me wish I saved the slap. But there’s the little thought I never seem to be able to get out of my head. Time to indulge it. I put one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his head. I tip it gently until I can see the thick, gnarled scar on the side of his neck. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like under my tongue.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Ragnar- Lagertha

Pairing: Lagertha x Reader (Platonic)

Characters: Lagertha

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 414

Author: Aaron

“That cheating BASTARD!” Lagertha unleashed a torrent of grunts as she sunk three heavy headed axes into the effigy from the great distance at which she stood. With a primal, short lived shout she ran her hands through her intricately braided hair as she marched up to retrieve her weapons. “I cannot believe he would lie with that WHORE.” It did not take long for those blades to be deeply lodged again in the chest of the training mannequin. “How long do you think it took for him to decide to throw away his wife, son and daughter just for that so-called princess.”

“That my dear Lagertha, is simply the weakness of men. It has been the same since the day Ymir’s flesh became the ground we walk upon. Unfortunately, I do not think it is something that will ever change. A woman opens her legs and most men would not think twice before diving in, not all men of course but a vast majority. Of course, do not think I am defending that fiend, as far as I am concerned, I think you should leave him where he stands. He is nothing without you behind him.”

Lagertha sunk her axes deeply into the soils beside the target.

“But it is not just me that I have to worry about. You are fortunate, you could smash the skull of your husband if he pissed you off enough and you would have little to worry about past finding an extra pair of hands to till the field.” With despair in her eyes you joined Lagertha in making your way to her home, to prepare dinner, for Ragnar no less.

“You could always just slip a little something into his food.” You jested, gesturing to the toxic hemlock that grew around the town’s boundaries. “A leaf here, a leaf there, I highly doubt that he would notice.”

“Very funny y/n. Please do not tempt me, I have envisioned the blade of my axe cracking his thick skull in two more times than you could possibly imagine. It would be so simple too, wait until he is asleep and then no more Ragnar. Of course I would never, far too many people depend on him, and obviously he is still my husband.”

“I guess you will have to do it the boring way then and just not speak with him, staring at each other awkwardly from across the market square.”

“I think I prefer the other option.”

[fangirlings-things]

"You know I will have to overthrow, probably kill her, to become King of all Norway, don't you?" Harald asked you with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows raised in your direction. "This feelings you have for her... I'm afraid they will turn you against me"

"Of course they will not" you assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder as you said so. The smile on yours lips was enough to convince him. "I may have grown fond of her, brother, but I love you and I do want you to achieve your dream"

"Don't feel bad about your feelings" Halfdan told you after Harald left the hall, leaving you two alone. The little smile on his lips made you understand that he did not blame you about what you felt. He did not judge you.

"What if Harald is right, brother?" there was exasperation in your voice as you let out the thought that had been troubling you the most. "What if my feelings for Lagertha get in the way of our plans?"

"His plans" Halfdan corrected, giving you a meaningful look. "To become King of all Norway, that is his dream. At some point we will have to follow our own dreams and if yours have a name and a face, you should follow it"

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gif credit: @imdancingintherain07 ; @allsonargent

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

Imagine being from the future and living with Lagertha. One day she has to do things that she can’t bring you to so Bjorn has to look after you

“I’ll be gone for only a few hours. Just make sure they’re okay” Lagertha told her son before she left

“Mother they are an adult, I’m sure they can take care of themselves.” Bjorn told his mother trying to get out of such duties

All Lagertha needed to do was give her son a look and he knew

“Yes, mother.” Was all he said before turning to you and walking away.

You followed him like a lost puppy, still feeling in need of someone in this strange time

[simptonius]

imagine:

Lagertha insists that you sit beside her when she has to receive allies or negotiate treaties. She feels the weight of her responsibility heavily, but you make her feel like she can defend her people. You remind her what's at stake. What she has to lose.

[littlemessyjessi]

“Three Things”: Lagertha Imagine

Lagertha Imagine, Vikings Imagine Lagertha x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader Vikings x reader: PS Reader, Plus Size reader 

The flaxen haired woman before me stared at me in what I could only assume was amused irritation.

But she let me talk anyway.

"There are three things you need to know before we continue." I said pacing in front of her as she lounged gracefully on the throne.

Lagertha lifted a brow at me but waited for me to continue none the less.

"One.  I am not your whore."  I said and she simply closed her eyes, probably due to pure frustration with me.

"Two.  I am not Bjorn's mother.  I mean, you're his mother but I'm not his other mother." I said. "I mean, regardless of the fact, he and I are about the same age anyway- I will not be mothering him!"

"Three. I do enjoy a nice cuddle from time to time I'll be requiring your presence in bed on occasion.  If you're naked, well that's just a bonus."

"Have you finished, my demanding little nymph?" she asked in amusement and I nodded.

The seasoned shield maiden patted her thigh and I made my way to the throne before she gathered me onto her lap.

"While you are most certainly not my whore...I might enjoy being yours." she teased, a twinkle in those eyes of yours.  "As for Bjorn- he's capable of caring for himself so I advise you to remind him of that if he tries to guilt you into anything.  And to the demands of warming your bed....well I have no intention of you ever leaving mine again...so you'll be well taken care."

I damn near purred with happiness and she giggled as she pulled me further into her embrace.

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[nothereforyou]

Lagertha explaining why mom isn’t coming home, insp.

“Tyr, Asta, Kari, come sit. I have something to tell you.” Lagertha reached down to smooth Asta’s hair, trying to soothe the children. She had not idea how to tell the children you’d raised and loved you were gone. 

She had no idea how to deal with you being gone. 

“Your mother...she has gone home to her God. She tried to stay. She...fought to stay. But she’s gone.” 

[imaginestuffandthangs]

[whisperer-of-freya]

“You’re going to have to be faster than that, (Y/N)!” Lagertha growls at you with eyes ablaze. “Pick up your feet, come on!”

You growl back at her as you stalled her strike against your sword. Your sword slightly shivered under the viciousness of her surprisingly compelling strength.

As you sparred with one another, you hadn’t noticed that you had taken the attention of the youngest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Ivar watched your impressive tactics and movements against the famous sheildmaiden. Although you were still being trained, he knew you would be adept in battles.

“Has the fearsome and ruthless Ivar, perhaps, fallen in love?” Ubbe questioned as he came to stand beside his little brother. 

Ivar offered Ubbe a smirk then looked back to you. “I think she will be of great use in battles, Ubbe. I am sure of it.”

Ubbe genuinely smiled and turned to watch you spar with Lagertha.

“And yes, perhaps, a little bit.” Ivar replied to his brother’s question, not wanting to fully admit that he was intimidated by your beautiful presence in Kattegat.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Fight- Lagertha

Pairing: Lagertha x Reader (Platonic)

Characters: Lagertha

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 406

Author: Aaron

The almost impossibly sharp blade flew past your face, and dug itself deeply into the traitor’s chest. Lagertha shrugged her shoulders in a cocky waltz as she quickly retrieved her axe from the invader she had just removed the entrails from.

“You should be more careful of your surroundings.” She scoffed, her eyes darkened with war paint and her hair dirtied hair coiled in tight braids over her head like woven snakes. “We do not have the fighters for you to be parading around and not paying attention.” Almost as soon as she had pried the blade from the sternum of her victim she brought it thundering down on the shoulder of another attacker, severing the arm from the torso almost completely.

“Thank you Queen Lagertha.” She wiped the sticky blood from her hands and quickly charged back into the centre of the battle with you loyally at her side. An almighty thud crashed against your shield and send shivers down your arm as the hammer of a member of Ivar’s forces smashed a hefty hammer against it, you did not fall, you regained your balance and pierced his stomach with your sword. He fell to the ground with bliss in his eyes at the thought of Valhalla upon him, without a glimpse of care Lagertha separated his head from his shoulders.

“I need you to make me a promise.” She regained what little breath she could in the little breathing space that she had. “If you come face to face with that little cripple bastard.”

“Yes Lagertha, anything.”

“Promise me that you will make his death slow… slow and painful.” You saw the anger, pain and will in her eyes. “Promise me you will not give him the joy of a quick end.” Quickly you and her became encircled again by the betrayers footmen.

“I promise.” Lagertha pushed her back against yours in a defensive manoeuvre as the bloodthirsty Vikings stepped closer and closer. “Although I do not know if we are going to make it that far.” You both swung your weapons out in a wide arc, keeping the attackers at bay. The furled, snarling lips of your would be killers curled into a tight smile as they heard the patter of a horses step quickly approaching.

“It is Ivar.” Lagertha’s voice fell into a deathly quiet and sombre rasp. “It was enjoyable fighting by your side y/n.”

“Your’s too my queen, yours too.”

[ivarsqueen]

🖤Slay Queen Lagertha🖤

[imagine-valhalla]

imagine:  lagertha stumbling upon you in the forest and being taken aback by your breath taking beauty. 

lagertha gif : source - �� & 🏹

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[enfantlunaire]

Imagine being the one to make Lagertha laugh when she is in a bad mood.

“What would I ever do without you, y/n?”

[simptonius]

imagine:

Lagertha calling you ‘My Princess’, you calling her ‘My Queen’.