#lagertha my beloved

[haharuspex]

a little colourful thingie i made for a dragon age ask (first time, suuuper excited to see how it goes)! featuring my girlie lagertha cadash in her tired inquisitor glory!! <3

[skreehaw]

love how i have a whole show abt vikings but the character that becomes my favorite is the token christian

[wildwarriorsdottir]

𝙓𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙙ó𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙧

"I am my father’s daughter. Perhaps you're afraid the gods will favor me."

Xena Lagertha is the daughter of Cailan and Edda, Lady and Princess of Northumbria and all of England and the granddaughter of Ivar the Boneless and Xenia, niece of Vidar, Iwan, Finan, Caye, Marlena, Illian, Ellinor, Baldur, Leja and Ragnar and cousin of Ragnar Ivain, Lidija and Ranva and is the great-granddaughter of Ragnar Lothbrok. Xena was born in Northumbria after her parents, warrior king and warrior queen of England, fought for her father's birthright and declared England a Viking country again. For her parents, she was the surprise they had always hoped for; she was given her middle name in honor of Lagertha, who taught her mother and gave her her sword and shield maidens. So, as a surprise to the family, Xena returned to Kattegat as a small bundle, closely guarded by her father and loved more than anything by both parents, together with her uncles. There the little girl grew up well looked after within her family, taught and always kept under the watchful eye of her father and grandfather, as well as Bjorn, her great uncle, with whom she has a particularly close, deep bond and special relationship and is considered his little darling, just as he and her father are her role models and her closest confidant. From a young age, Xena is idolized by everyone, but also strictly taught and prepared for her future task, especially by her grandmother, while her grandfather, like Bjorn, is always lenient. However, as Xena has been a little tomboy from a young age, Xenia does not succeed in this, as Xena, like her mother, has her own strong will, which is also that of her grandmother, and refuses to do what is asked of her, preferring to do what she thinks is right and thus defying all expectations, which is why she has a difficult relationship with her grandmother. Because Xena, the little tomboy and princess, takes after her father. Xena decides for herself what she wants to do and who or what she follows and always believes in what she thinks is right. Like her father, Xena is wild and free and cannot be bound by expectations or the shackles of what others want or demand of her. She not only has the looks but also the strength of her father, no matter what setbacks she encounters or the consequences that her behavior could lead to, and is considered strong and independent. Like her mother, Xena knows what she wants, is brave and, like both of her beloved parents, is a combative nature through and through. She is not afraid of honesty and harsh words and always says what she thinks, even when she should rather keep quiet and doesn't take any nonsense. There is nothing Xena loves more than her family, who always surround her, watch over her father and uncles and always knows what is going on because she carries the sharpness and intelligence of her mother and grandparents within her. Nevertheless, the young princess knows that she will one day rule her destiny and is not afraid of it should it come her way. Always with her family, Xena is a determined, open-minded, open, cheerful and, thanks to her demeanor and the blood of her beloved mother and grandmother, graceful and impressive woman, cheerful and stubborn and always there for her family. When she is not with her beloved father or great-uncle, she is always at her grandfather's side, who never leaves her and takes care of him. To help and support her family and in her will, she asks Bjorn to teach her how to fight, who teaches and shapes the bright princess strongly. Despite her Saxon blood through her father, she is, like him, a Viking through and through. ( 𝑽ikings )

[princessandshildmaiden]

My beloved king, my husband, all alone my Cailan and father to me, our beautiful, brave, strong Xena Lagertha, our little surprise, our princess, the crowning of our love. My beloved family, I still can't believe how grown up you have become when you stand in front of me, my little girl. When I moved to England with your beloved father, I didn't even know that I was already carrying you in my womb, you, our love and our pride. And how happy I was when I held you in my arms, to see that you were more perfect than I could ever imagine, to see your father's pride and tears as he held you and looked into your face, that it was his. You came to Kattegat as a surprise for us and the family, tiny and also for your family. Immediately loved by them as by us. Our little girl who is now a young woman, just like her father, my two loves. I am the happiest wife and mother in all of Midgard and there is nothing I love more than you and your father. ♥️ @falcon-af-lys @wildwarriorsdottir

[vikingshieldmaidenx]

Torvi is a shieldmaiden, who was trained by Lagertha. She was a princess, was the wife of Jarl Borg, Erlendur and Bjorn and is now the wife of Ubbe, was the mother of Guthrum, Hali and Asa, who all three died. She's the mother of Ragnar and Leja Talvi, her children with her husband Ubbe. She was the second hand maid of Lagertha, has a close relationship with her. Torvi is a caring, beautiful, smart, and strong-willed young woman. Bjorn described her as "having a wildness that can only be just contained," which Bjorn also says is what he loves and admires about her. Torvi is very protective of those she loves, willing to go as far as killing. For example, when she killed her second husband Erlendur, when he threaten to kill her son and attempted to force her to kill Bjorn. Since becoming a shield-maiden, Torvi has become ruthless and more fearless. She does not let her emotions get the better of her. She becomes Lagertha's second-in-command. Torvi is very observant. She is always quick to notice a potential attack. Torvi seems to be more shy and less outspoken with her now ex-husband Bjorn, despite how outspoken she generally is. She has a close bond with Edda and is a part of the shieldmaidens which are subordinate to Edda. With Xenia and Caya she has a strong and close bond and a sister like relationship.

Proud wife of @ubbesonofragnar and proud mother of @ragnarsonofubbe and @daughterofashieldmaiden - my beloved favorite men and my perfect little girl, my family. I love you so much. We will stay together, always.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Daughter of Ragnar

Masterlist

You never had the best relationship with your father: Ragnar Lodbrok. You didn't like the way he teased you, the way he talked, the way he acted. You found him boring and too noisy. You preferred the company of your mother: Lagertha. It was nicer as well as that of your brother: Bjorn, and your sister, Gyda. You were the eldest of the siblings and that wasn't very pleasant. You were their first child, the eldest of the legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. Everyone expected a lot from you. Especially after he returned from England and defeated Jarl Haraldson, becoming the Jarl of Kattegat himself. Bjorn and Gyda admired you, they loved seeing you train with your mother or your uncle Rollo. You rarely trained with Ragnar.

No, you didn't want to train with him.

You preferred to train with all the inhabitants of Kattegat than with him. You respected his fighting skills, but as a person, you hated him. This feeling was accentuated when Ragnar decided to leave with Bjorn, leaving Kattegat prey to the plague which took away your beloved sister. You had cried in Athelstan and Lagertha's arms, asking why Ragnar wasn't there during such an important moment. When your brother and your father came home, you avoided him as if he were carrying a new plague. You acted like he was dead in your eyes. It was his fault your sister died, it was his fault the plague hit Kattegat, it was his fault you were unhappy. But the breaking point was when this woman: Alsaug, arrived in Kattegat, pregnant to the eyeballs, with Ragnar's child. You understood it when you saw the surprised expression on your father's face.

He dared to deceive your mother.

There’s no way you’re going to let this affront go by.

Ragnar ordered to prepare a party for his guest and to your dismay, you were seated across from her. Facing Aslaug. She was disgusting. She acted as if this Kattegat belonged to her. As if she deserved to be with your father.

No.

The only woman who deserved to stand by Ragnar was Lagertha and no one else. And you were going to make him understand it.

"It's nice to meet you (Y/N). Your father told me a lot about you," Alsaug said, giving you a smile that was meant to be friendly.

You took a sip of your mead, deliberately ignoring her. You preferred to focus your attention on your younger brother who was as uncomfortable as you. Ragnar looked at you, nervously stroking the lamb he held in his arms.

"You are truly a pretty young woman. Your father kept praising me of your beauty and intelligence," she continued, taking a bite of her meal. “I loved that we took the time to talk.”

You got up from your seat, going around the table to stand next to this whore. You brought your hand to her necklace, examining the jewelry.

"This necklace belonged to my grandmother, then my mother before me. It's very valuable," she said, smiling at you.

"Oh yes?"

“Yes, mother was Brynhildr, the shield warrior.”

“I see, so this gem is very precious.”

“Yes, he is.”

“Okay.”

With a sharp jerk, you tore the necklace from Aslaug's neck, she looked at you surprised while you said that you would take good care of it. You put the necklace on, face down on the wood of the table, rubbing it as you returned to your chair. Ragnar shook his head slightly seeing you torturing her like this. You dipped your fingers in the sauce before coating the collar with it. You apologized for this clumsiness before dipping it into the jug of mead. All while looking into her eyes.

And this was all just the beginning.

One morning, you took advantage of Aslaug going to the market to go to her room and steal all of her things to give them to the pigs. You loved seeing her panicked and angry expression when she realized what had happened.

“(Y/N),” Lagertha called. "It has to stop."

"What are you talking about?" you asked without taking your attention away from your loom.

"Aslaug's things ended up in the pig pen. I know it's you."

"So what? If this whore is going to rule our house, she must pay the consequences," you say, pulling the scratched and deformed necklace out of your pocket. "I was thinking of giving it back to her. Two pigs ate it before shitting it. As a token of friendship. You see, I'm nice."

Lagertha sighed and returned to her loom. If there was one thing Lagertha knew about you, it was that you were as stubborn as Ragnar. No, you were Ragnar and that was something you never accepted.

Another evening arrived and this time Aslaug had decided to prepare a feast. Supposedly as a thank you. When the dishes were placed on the table, you left your seat, drawing your sword. You looked into Aslaug's eyes, pushing the feast across the floor with a deafening noise, attracting the attention of all the guests. Aslaug's smile faded as you leaned on the edge of the table, eyeing her with a blasé look.

“Sweetling,” Ragnar began, sighing and reaching for his mug of mead. "Why did you do that? You wasted food, you know."

"You'll just have to feed them to the pigs. They'll be nice and fat because of that," you said without taking your eyes off Aslaug. "I'm just showing our guest how things are done here, what happens when an unwanted insect shows up. It's crushed unceremoniously, no matter how hard that insect tries. That's what you got me always learned, father."

"Yes. Yes, that's what I taught you," he said, finishing his mug of mead.

“Good, and now this bug has to clean everything up.”

“A beg you pardon?” Aslaug asked, looking at you annoyed.

"You heard me right. You are the one who prepared this meal. You are the one who cleans and without the help of your maids. You are a big girl, Aslaug. Show us all, how a princess cleans . Is a princess capable of getting her hands dirty?"

"I am pregnant."

“And you think that stops other women from working?” you asked, giggling and going to take a seat on the invite seat. “Clean up.”

“I have no orders to receive from you,” Aslaug said through her teeth.

"Do you think so? You are not at home here. You have no title here. You are just one woman among many others. And the women here, they all worked. A capricious princess does not "Are you a capricious princess, Aslaug? It seems so, from your reaction. I mean… I'm sure you're the kind of woman who would sacrifice her child for a little bit. comfort, don't you? Who even tells us that you are the daughter of Brynhildr, the warrior with the shield, and Sigurd, the Dragon slayer? And to stop you, this necklace does not proves nothing at all."

You threw the damaged necklace at Aslaug's feet. You were delighted to see his face turn red with anger, his fists clenched. Would it be inappropriate for you if you could get her to lay a hand on you? If you did, all of Kattegat would hate her. But your mother asked you to come back and sit down and let the slaves take care of the cleaning. You sighed, returning to sit next to Ragnar, letting the guest of honor sit next to your brother.

“Sweetling, let our guest sit in the place of honor.”

"This woman has an honor? After all, this woman opened her legs to a married man," you said loudly enough for the entire longhouse to hear your words. "If she did it once, it's quite possible she did it with other men. Who knows whose child she's carrying."

At the end of her nerves, Aslaug left the longhouse, returning to her chambers. You smiled, happy to see her leave. But Lagertha got up from her seat to approach you. She grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow her to her room. She was angry.

"What are you playing at?! Do you realize you're humiliating us?! You're humiliating your father's guest!"

"Ragnar should have thought of that before he let that whore stay here. He should have thought of that before he fucked her! Ragnar has humiliated you for too long and he continues! I protect your place as a wife. I know what that woman has in mind! She just wants to take your place, so I am honored to show her how it works here.

"I don't need your protection. I need you to calm down! This has to stop (Y/N)! You've humiliated Aslaug enough. She's a princess!"

"Nothing tells us that it's true. Nothing tells us that the child she is carrying is indeed Ragnar's," you said, looking at your mother. "She doesn't deserve to be called by her name. She doesn't deserve my respect."

"So when will all this finally end? When will she be gone?"

"Yes, and I'm trying to do it like you. Ragnar is too cowardly to do anything. Not me."

You walked past your mother, leaving her room to lock yourself in yours. You locked the door, laying down on your bed, frustrated with the whole situation.

Why did Ragnar have to lift this woman?

Why did this woman decide to come here?

Why didn't your mother do anything to make this wayward princess go away?

But you couldn't help but feel guilty. Not for Aslaug, but for your mother. Lagertha was at her worst because of this unwanted guest and you were adding to it.

For Lagertha's sake, you decided to leave Aslaug alone.

You went about your business, ignoring her existence as well as that of her enormous belly. Lagertha and Ragnar were relieved to see that you had stopped attacking Aslaug. They could finally breathe. Until Ragnar, completely drunk, proposed to Lagertha and Aslaug a threesome, for the sake of the children.

It was too much humiliation for your mother.

This stupidity of Ragnar's was too much stupidity for you.

That evening, you and Lagertha packed your things with Bjorn's help, but Torstein spoke with your brother, telling him he had a choice to make. Either go with you and Lagertha, or stay with Ragnar, where he belonged. Apparently, Torstein had managed to convince him to stay in Kattegat. You hugged Bjorn close to you, whispering in his ear that he was the one to make a decision and that the others could go fuck themselves with the fact that he was Ragnar's son.

Ragnar was the only one at fault in this story and Bjorn didn't have to pay the price of losing his mother to a spoiled princess.

After that, you followed Lagertha to an unknown destination. According to your mother, an old friend owed her a favor. Kattegat was no longer in sight when Ragnar arrived, on horseback. He had made his mount run as fast as he could to catch up with you. Ragnar stood in the way, preventing your horse from continuing forward.

“Are you really going to abandon me?!” he exclaimed, dismounting to get closer to Lagertha. “Without even saying a word to me?”

"You insulted and humiliated me in public. I have no choice but to leave you and divorce you," Lagertha replied bitterly.

"I don't want you to go. Nor our daughter."

"It's fate."

You observed the scene without saying anything when you saw Ragnar looking towards the small bridge. You and your mother looked in that same direction to see Bjorn coming running. The boy looked sternly at his father, announcing that he had changed his mind and was leaving with you and Lagertha.

It was the first time you saw Ragnar so devastated.

But that wasn't surprising. Because of his stupidity, he had just lost his family. Ragnar hugged Bjorn, kissing him one last time and asking him to take care of you and your mother. He helped Bjorn into the cart, telling him to watch over you and your mother. You helped Bjorn onto your lap to save space when you felt your Ragnar grab your hand. You turned your attention to him, he looked at you with so much sadness.

"(Y/N)… even if you hate me… even if… I no longer mean anything to you… if you have the slightest problem. I will always be there for you, you can always count on my protection. You are my daughter… I love you…"

“We're going,” Lagertha announced.

Ragnar let go of your hand as the cart started moving again. Ragnar stood there, helpless, watching his family abandon him because of him.

[queenofcarrion]

I watched season 2 episode 1 finally and my thoughts on harald x freydis season 1 are:

My all time fave eternal beloveds are (tlk) Stiorra and Sigtryggr but they don’t get much opportunity to share humor and they’re story is 😭. The way Harald x Freydis are so honest, playful and different to every other romance is appealing to me.

I think Harald falls fast for Freydis, and for the Greenlanders as his mates, because their lack of reverence for him, and their honesty appeals to him. I know he tells Canute it’s Leif’s courage that draws him to him but I think it’s more than that.

Harald wears his heart on his sleeve so I think he loves that honesty of Freydis calling bullshit on his I’m a prince “… great grandson of Harold Finehair” etc bullshit.

She is a Greenlander and an outsider, so even the low key formalities of Norway are not her style. She knows a rich entitled kid when she sees one, but to Harald’s credit he just falls harder for her the more she mocks him (is that healthy? I don’t know, lol)

Extra: I love Freydis. She just shows up, bangs a prince, joins Haakon’s warriors, cuts off her enemy’s head, saves her dude, no fucks given.

Freydis is fucking badass. I think having her show up and save Harald at the end of season 1 was so cool and reminded me of Lagertha and I loved that. Thank you tv world for giving us strong female warrior leads.

“You’re no longer a hunter, you’re a warrior.”

Yeah, and…?

Love it.

But then Harald tells the Greenlanders’ story and makes her cry and I’m like 🥹🥰😍 yay for love. I love watching her fall for him.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for anyone who is interested xo

Ps. I did not expect to like this spin off at all. I thought my Vikings days were over, but man has this sucked me in.

Pps. I am also still grieving hard for Stiorra x Sigtryggr. Srsly man. I need to stop with the falling in love with these fake dudes.

[errruvande]

OR VIKINGS OR BOTH

Vikings baby yeaaaaah

My fave female character: obviously without any doubt Lagertha. I mean, she's literally the least questionable character in the show (if we forget the raping Harald scene we've spent hours talking about with @bilbotargaryen)

My fave male character: Aethelstan. I just love him. He's so confused and lost 24/7. My baby just needed rest

My favorite season: ahhh the second one. Bloody Aethelstan, who fight with Vikings, slutty Ecbert my beloved, blood eagling jarl Borj and killing Horik, cause they're pieces of shit, Aethelstan battling his faith driven battles... I can go on and on)

My fave episode: "whenever you go I will follow" my beloved the most important Athelnar episode ever. Too bad I don't remember the number lmao

My fave cast member: oh gods, a lot of them were so gooood. I think my fave is Gustaf Skarsgård, cause he played wicked Floki so damn flawless it's unbelievable!

My fave ship: Athelnar 100% and Ecbert/Lagertha!! They rocks

The character I'd die defending: Eathelwolf. He did nothing wrong. He was so damn robbed of EVERYTHING. Even the damn son wasn't his... And he died pathetically 😭

A character I just can't sympathize with: Ivar. Little me was practically in love with Ivar, but the older I get, the less I like him.

A character I grew to love: Harald. Not that I didn't like him from the beginning, but damn do I LOVE HIM NOW? Yes

My anti otp: Ivar and Heahmund. It just feels as if they tried to play around heathen/christian again, but it's just so off for me. And Heahmund, I hate him.

Again, thank you for the ask love ✨💕

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/25/2024: SATAN'S LITTLE HELPER, I GUESS

Goddammit, Joe Bob. Why did you fucking do this to me? I was really counting on The Last Drive-In to give me something cool to write up, without me even having to go to the trouble of choosing, but you really can't trust anyone these days. I don't even know what I want to say about this, but I can't break my blogtober oath to myself over SATAN'S LITTLE HELPER.

Jeff Lieberman, who once made some fascinatingly subversive movies like JUST BEFORE DAWN and BLUE SUNSHINE, decided he absolutely had to come out of a ~10 year hiatus to make this grossly inappropriate cheapie about a delusional little boy who thinks a costumed serial killer is his favorite video game character. I guess one of the messages here is that if you go into show business you have to find a way to stay there, because it could be confusing and difficult to transition into getting a regular job later. A huge portion of this alleged horror movie is just family hi jinx; the kid thinks the killer is a living cartoon, the sexy older sister thinks he's her boyfriend in disguise, and there's just, for some reason, a relentless stream of jokes about how the whole family wants to fuck each other. I do not know what that's about. It's one thing for the little boy to have naively icky feelings about his vivacious sister, but then the mom (Amanda Plummer, my darling, blink twice if you're not safe!) and the sister are always exchanging horny banter about each other, and like, I really did not get it. It's the kind of thing I usually only see in Victor Salva movies, and as far as I know Jeff Lieberman is not a pedo, so I don't know what his fucking problem was on this movie.

The film's main quality is this push-pull between being extremely infantile, like something for really little kids, and being intrusively inappropriate, whether it's the family talking about each other's bodies or the child having to watch his father get graphically murdered right before his very eyes, knowing that it's all his personal fault. I just had a really hard time picturing the ideal viewer of this movie.

Anyway, the last thing I'll say about it is that the older sister is played by Katheryn Winnick from Vikings and it made me kind of sad. Lagertha, my beloved, what did you let these freaks do to you? I guess the moral of the story is that you just have to eat a lot of shit if you want to be the queen of the vikings. The End.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

CHARACTER ASK GAME!!!

Emma: 2, 4, 14, 24

Loki: 5, 15, 16, 25

Tony: 7, 11, 19, 22

Goodness! So many asks! YAY!

Emma Frost:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

She's highly intelligent and incredibly snarky. She knows who she is, she knows what she wants, and at least by now (I hope), she's not going to let another person treat her like a consolation prize/second choice.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Well, she's been in a movie by a fantastic actress to play her, but the writers were shit and decided that they were just going to treat her like eye candy fluff instead of the beautiful badass that she is. I'd like to see her in a movie again, but I'm not sure how much I trust the MCU (Disney) with her portrayal - and she wouldn't get to interact with some of my favorite characters for her to interact with because the MCU killed those characters off or sent them back in time to 'dance' with the handsy, red-flag giving person who brought Hydra into S.H.I.E.L.D. Emma would probably be better utilized in a book where the powers of her snark and sass and mind aren't hinging on some screenplay writer's/director's shitty sexist agenda.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Expensive Parisian Runway in the Streets, Comfy Borrowing Her Boyfriend's T-shirts in the Sheets.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Lagertha from Vikings. Maybe a little bit Bedelia du Maurier from Hannibal but without Bedelia's petty jealousy in Season 3. Maybe a blending of Montespan, Palatine, and Henriette from Versailles.

Loki:

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Nature Boy by Nat King Cole

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Tony Stark. Runners up: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Emma Frost, Justin Hammer. Following those four: Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Fandral.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Thor and the Grandmaster.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Okay my first-first impression of Loki as a Marvel character was that he looked fucking stupid and how could they disrespect my beloved deity that way. (My ex showed me the 80s comics he had, and I had this view of Loki from the first shot - nevermind that I don't mind the look now with Richard E. Grant because it served a fun purpose, a Glorious Purpose, as it were. But I mean, my ex also showed me Logan in those same/year comics, and I thought he looked stupid af, too.) Now I think they do better to portray a good look for Loki as well as his not-evil morally gray sass, but also I love him in the series as well because it shows a versatility to the character as is meant to be in a trickster and not just some one-mood (brooding/dark) that so much of his fans in fandom seem to cling to.

Tony Stark:

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

When fandom pays attention to his PTSD and lets other characters actually notice his PTSD and try to help him rather than mock or try to humiliate/denigrate him for it. When fandom highlights Tony's big loving heart and his love languages with other characters.

11. Would you date this character?

Without hesitation.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Pepper Potts. I love them as friends, I do not love them as a romantic relationship because she's too dismissive of his PTSD and all the good he's trying to do. I'm also not partial to his relationships with Janet Van Dyne and Patsy (Trish) Walker (comics).

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Like: Kind of a repeat of the #7 question above, but also I love when writers perfectly capture Tony's sass and sarcasm. I love the extent that writers (including myself) will go to in order to come up with Tony's nicknames for other characters.

Don't Like: When writers imagine Tony as utterly selfish and spoiled and deliberately cruel. When they make his failures that he learns from and gets back up and does better the next time as some sort of unforgivable crime.

Thanks for all the asks! Don't be afraid, y'all! Give me more asks and other characters and fandoms if you like! These are a blast!

Character Ask Game.

[queenfinehair]

Ask game: Vikings :)

Oooh thank you for sending this!

Ahem:

The first character I first fell in love with: It has to be Athelstan. He was soft and sweet and completely stole my heart the more I saw him develop.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Jarl Borg lol idk, he can carry my skull around in tormented love and agony any day 🤷‍♀️

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: idk that EVERYONE loves her... but it has to be Margrethe, sorry

The character I love that everyone else hates: Hmmm... Gosh idk about this one. Do people hate Harald?? If so, him lol

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Probably Lagertha. Nothing against ya babe, but I've moved on ✌️

The character I would totally smooch: My beloved Halfdan, definitely

The character I’d want to be like: It's gotta be my woman Judith 😎

The character I’d slap: Ivar lmfao

A pairing that I love: Halfdan and Bjorn really surprised me with their friendship and I loved it

A pairing that I despise: lol Margrethe and anyone 😭😭😭

[nothingtolosebutweight]

Convention babbling

Last weekend, I had another chance to meet some of the Vikings cast. We germans are quite lucky, aren't we?

In comparison to the Vikings Con last month (that was really really crowded [Alex himself said it was fcking mental 😂]) it was so much more chill this time (at least in regard to queues in front of our beloved Vikings).

There wasn't really a queue in front of Alex on Saturday morning. That never happened before in my convention experience 🤣 So we went straight to him and gosh. I think everybody knows by now what an absolute sweetheart he is. So kind, so welcoming, so touchy. He already greets one with such a big smile on his face that even haters must be melting by then :D

He also most of the time stays next to his table (and not behind) to be nearer to his fans (maybe it's also more convenient because of all the selfies).

He said something about my hairdo and looked at it more closely and I said I have a question but might be too nervous to read it (from my phone) so he said oh don't be nervous and he laid his arm around my shoulder and squished me nearer against him - as if this would help to not be nervous anymore 🤣🤣So I gave him my phone so he could read the question: Which part of your character would you have loved to explore more in-depth.

He said oh it's a good question and I said..I know (in a joking way)...and he mimicked me and snorted :D (gif 1 ♥)

Then he said...maybe the softness...and I asked if he meant this in regard of his brothers or his wife and he said, in general because there was not a lot of love with him...I threw something in about Igor (that he was soft with him after he got humbled down in season 6) and he went on saying Ivar deserved the most to get some love and Alex proposed the idea for a romcom for Ivar to me. He would find this hilarious (and gosh he spoke this part with a smile on his face - gif 2 ♥) :D...and then he got serious again and said he would have loved to see Ivar experiencing some true and heartfelt love...I chimed in and said, but he did love Freydis though, right? He said yes, but it was also soooooo toxic..it was a toxic relationship for sure...and maybe the love for himself /selflove would also be a good answer to my original question. That would have been interesting for him to portray more in-depth--because if you don't love yourself you can't love others (he said it).

And then it was Selfie time :) I put my arms around his waist, squeezed into his arm, and got my photos and some funny scenes. Thanks to @vaire-gwir who recorded the whole encounter ♥♥♥

Afterward, I went to Clive and pretty much asked him the same question after I thanked him as well for being here again and always being so kind and engaging with us fans. He also took his time answering and I could ask a few additional question and tell him about my own opinion. I !of course! have this encounter recorded as well, thanks to the wonderful Vivi ♥♥ Who would never forget to record a special moment (I got forced to write this now xd)

Clive would have loved for Rollo to explore his story with Lagertha more. They had this scene when they talked about Bjorn being his child (i chimed in and asked..is he??? and Clive said YES!! but he nevertheless wasn't his father because for that it means more then giving sperm) and he would have loved to go back and showing a few more scene with Lagertha and him back in time, because it is somehow important to understand Rollo as a character, cause he always gets things taken from him (like his first love by Ragnar, his ambitions by Ragnar and so on. He would have loved to have something of his own, not always be in the shadow of someone else like it was with Ragnar. He always was overlooked in his ambitions and Clive would also have loved to see more of Rollos later achievements or the ones of his son - as in making a Sequel for what is going on in Frankia. We talked a bit over that...if there is a sequel planned or any mentions in Vikings Valhalla, but he doesn't know but might pitch the idea to Leo Sutter (who was there as well) XD At some point the conversation led to Siggy and Gisla (I can't remember why it happened), but we ended up agreeing that he treated Siggy poorly and that he deserved a wife like Gisla who had him somehow under control :D

When it came to the Selfie we started figuring out the pose and suddenly there was a wild Alex with us in the picture 🤣🤣 He photobombed us and I so don't mind XD When you do a Selfie with them, they often have the power over the phone (they are pros in doing Sefies xd) and they push the button not just once so I still have also a Selfie with just Clive 🤓

Jordan: Oh gosh, he is also such a charmer ♥ and his thick Australian accent sounds so soo good. First thing he said after the hello how are you, was, that my eyes are pretty cool and my mind went blank 🤣🤣🤣 I bounced it right back at him and we talked a bit about why he had the surfboard with him at the airport (he's going to Australia after the weekend) and he wondered how many people knew of this and I said..yeah I mean you posted it on your Instagram?? (Why is he wondering, right XD) And he said he never thinks about that people actually watch his stories 😂

A changed the question a tiny bit and asked him if there was anything he wished Ubbe could have done more.

He answered that he would have loved to act out Ubbe's aggressive side more / he wished he could have done more violent scenes. Ubbe was always the responsible one and he would have loved to just slice some more people xd Especially for him, Jordan, that would have been fun. Also, a bit like Clive, he said that he wanted something that Ubbe had for his own. Not always be just a part of something his brothers did, but taking his own space instead.

He was also so kind to allow another selfie after the paid one, where my friend could also squeezed in ♥♥

I went back to him on Sunday as well to get the selfie signed by him (printed it as a photo). The Vikings panel was before that and one question there was if there is any scene they shot that didn't make the cut. He talked about the scene where he is sitting at Sigurd's grave, talking to him. Originally Sigurd talked back to him, but it ended up looking weird. So when I went to him afterward, I told him that this scene is an extra on the DVD and he was so surprised and asked me how it turned out and I told him it's 'just' him talking to Sigurd but no talking back and that I always wondered why they deleted this scene cause it's so important in my opinion and it's also kinda nice to see that at least one brother cared about Sigurd (Jordan didn't even remember Sigurd's name during the panel XD) and he said he needs to check it out. And then he started the signing and I asked him in the meanwhile if he remembers the scene in York when Ivar is sitting in front of his chariot, screaming and Ubbe comes into the place, but holds all his warriors back for a minute - why did he do it?? And Jordan said he also wondered about it while shooting the scene but he thinks that Ubbe already sensed that Ivar lost himself a bit and that it would only get worse. He went on a bit philosophizing about his answer :)

During explaining his thoughts about it, he pointed the open pen at me and made a gesture like scolding me and out of reflex I chimed in and guided the pen down what made him laugh (luckily 🙈) and he went on thinking about the scene and at the end he kind of thanked me for this good question 🤓🤟🏻 He also asked me if I wanted a hug as well when I was about to grab my photo and of course I went for a hug with him XD Who would have said no thanks 😂😂

For Alex, my friend and I went to the Meet & Greet with him and there were only 3 more people so we had a great experience and I again could interact with him some more (asking questions, just holding a conversation, sharing a laugh and so on). Last time in Düsseldorf were over 20 people so it wasn't that interactive. It was such a great experience ♥♥ He is just such a sunshine ♥♥

Sorry it got so long (not sorry at all xd) and I could go on and on about it, but I don't want to bore you all to death. Don't pay too much attention at spelling and grammar...I wrote everything in a rush :P

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The Rightful Queen

My entry for @vikingsevents Prompt Holly of their winter solstice event. Margrethe deserves much more love and therefore, have a little drabble for this beauty.

Her husband was still in England, when Margrethe decided to use what she had at hand to accomplish her desire to be queen. The Seer called her mad and perhaps she was. But if Margrethe knew anything, it was that mad men were always in power. She took it as a compliment. If the time she'd been a slave had ever taught her anything, it was how to survive in a hostile environment. And to do what had to be done. She had no love for Kattegat's new queen, Lagertha. It was her fault Ubbe wasn't king after his mother's death, but Margrethe would change that. She would be the leader Aslaug used to be. She started gathering holly- knowing of its magic. Many a times Margrethe and the other enslaved women would eat just one of the berries and be too sick to be used for their bodies. It was a simple remedy and if one learned how to suffer through it, the sickness was almost a relief. Margrethe poisoned both Torvi and Lagertha with a few berries a day hidden in their food, until they were too weak to fight back a simple pillow pressed to their faces. She was not a shieldmaiden after all and had to use tricks to her advantage while her beloved husband was away. When Ubbe finally came back to Kattegat- his heavy heart at the loss of Hvitserk visible, Margrethe was already waiting for him on the throne. Hali and Asa still in her care, seated near her. She told her husband that she avenged his mother, and his gratitude was unmeasurable. There was something akin to hope growing in his eyes. Come Yule- her belly full of life- she wore her holly crown with pride. After all, she was The Rightful Queen of Kattegat.

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lagertha, my beloved, and her silly little redesign (i’m obsessed with an idea of curly head and her cute headband)

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Not Today XLII

A/N: And we're finally back with another update! I posted on my last update to Can You Imagine? That I was going to try and get on a system of posting an update weekly, rotating which fic I'm updating, which means this will probably be updated about every three weeks going forward. So that said, I hope you all enjoy being back to this story, and I hope you'll stick around for the coming updates- I told you this wasn't abandoned XD Skål!

Summary: When Ivar takes the throne of Kattegat, Lagertha flees to Wessex along with Björn, Ubbe, Torvi, and the Bishop Heahmund. There, they seek the aid of King Alfred. This aid comes in the form of his sister, Aethelind, who agrees to travel to Kattegat and try to reason Ivar, who she spent some time with during their youth, when her grandfather King Ecbert hosted Ragnar Lothbrok in their castle. Now, she is the only hope for Lagertha and her supporters to retake Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless.

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Asta felt like she was going to explode. Talking to Olaf had brought up all the grief she’d felt over the years, everything she felt she had locked away when she left Kattegat, and now it was threatening to burst out of her if one more thing happened to bring it out of her. That’s why she needed to talk to Ivar- if anyone would know how to stay sane in the face of everything they were facing… Well, it wasn’t him, but he could help her sort through things at the least. 

She let Hvitserk lead her back through the town quickly, indulging herself in the protective arm he’d wrapped around her shoulders. How would she be able to stand it if something were to happen to him, or to Ivar? She’d already lost so much… Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle it- and not like this, when she wasn’t sure she’d handled what had happened so far just yet. If she went through it in her mind- the father she hadn’t known, Heahmund, the father she had, Aethelred, her mother, Freydis, Lagertha, Bjorn… And those were only the deaths. What about Alfred, and Torvi and Ubbe who she hadn’t heard from in… who knew how long at this point? 

Her mind turned back to something her beloved Freydis had once said to her, after the death of the Bishop Heahmund. When she had confessed her heart had broken with news of his death, Freydis had told her that her heart would repair. But that had been before everything else she had lost. She wasn’t so sure anymore that was true. Very suddenly, she held out her hand and held it to Hvitserk’s chest. “Wait,” she said, and he looked down at her confusedly.

“Princess?” he questioned. “What is it?” 

“I think I need to be alone,” she confessed. “I need… I need to think. Please.”

“Of course,” Hvitserk replied. “Where will you be should we need you?” 

Asta swallowed, looking out over the mountains. “I’d say wandering, but that wouldn’t be of any help, would it?” she said with a quiet chuckle. “There’s a clearing not far from here, take the path out of Vestfold and follow it to the east. I’ll be there.”

Hvitserk nodded a little. “Be careful,” he warned her. “Keep your sword about you at all times, just in case.” 

“I will, thank you, Hvitserk,” she replied. “Will you let Ivar know?” She didn’t worry about clarifying, sure enough of him to believe that he would know what she was asking him to tell his brother. And happily, she saw she was right, as Hvitserk asked no questions. Instead, he kissed her on the head and wished her well before heading toward the palace. 

Now all alone, Asta started down the path she’d indicated to Hvitserk, keeping an eye out as he’d requested. Besides, as little as she trusted Oleg and his men, she didn’t want to take any risks.

In the days since Asta left Wessex, she had noticed something about the way she’d picked up Viking customs. She didn’t pray the way she once did, not anymore. She had grown up praying in church, on her knees in the pews, hands clasped together and head bowed. Now, she just… prayed. The rituals had all stayed behind in England, and in their wake was left comfort and familiarity, a relationship as opposed to religion. Freedom she hadn’t once known.

Unlike Kattegat, Kiev had been stifling. She had to hide so many things there, for fear of what Oleg may do if he learned, even having to resort to hiding away to say a prayer. It wasn’t because Oleg had something against Christians- on the contrary, the man claimed to be one himself- but rather because everything he believed about her would begin to unravel if he learned this one truth about her. Asta knew Oleg would never understand how a wanderer who came to Kattegat, and became the wife of Ivar the Boneless, had become a Christian in her time there in Kiev- and to not partake in the rituals of the Kievan Rus would simply make him question things even more. She knew if he continued to pull on that thread, it would inevitably lead him to the truth- that she was English, and nearly everything he knew about her was a lie. No, she couldn’t allow that.

Thus, she waited until she was well enough alone to pray, and even sought out a hidden place to do so. Somehow, she found that just stepping into that space released the restraints she felt she now lived her life in, and she let out a long breath as she felt the peace of it wash over her. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. “My life has changed… so much in the past years, Lord. My family are all but gone, my past buried so deeply inside me that I can hardly tell where the truth ends and this lie begins. Add to that how miserable I feel with each and every lie I tell, and I just… I’m so lost. Telling my story to King Olaf has brought it all back, every part of myself I’d silenced, and I know now that I cannot continue on this path I’ve set myself on. But what happens to Ivar and Hvitserk, if I reveal the truth? They’ve known me for years now, won’t Oleg know this? Know what they’ve done in helping me to conceal this? What will he do to them for covering the lie? I need You to show me what I am meant to do, to give me the strength to do it. I’m so afraid, Lord… of losing anything more than I already have.” She swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “Help me overcome these fears. Bring me back to You. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.” 

The sound of footsteps approaching interrupted Asta, and she turned back to see Hvitserk running down the path. “Asta, you need to come now,” he said, urgency lacing his voice. “They are going to kill King Olaf.”

Asta’s eyes widened as she processed the words, and she blinked a few times. “What are we doing?” she questioned. “What does Ivar want us to do?” 

Hvitserk shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered. “He wants us to attend the execution, but we will not interfere. He wants to keep Oleg’s trust still.” 

As little as Asta liked the idea of just letting this happen, she nodded. “Alright,” she replied. “Then we should go.”

They nearly ran back to town, to the docks where the execution was to take place, so they wouldn’t miss any of it, and by the time they wormed their way up to the front Asta could see that Olaf had already been tied down to a chair. Ivar, Oleg, and Igor were there as well, standing up at the front to watch the execution. Hvitserk moved to lean against a post nearby, while Asta came to stand beside Ivar, watching as two men stepped forward and began to pour oil all over… the wood piled around the chair? Oh. It was then that Olaf began to speak, and Asta’s eyes widened.

“There is someone beside me,” he said.

Oleg frowned. “There is no one beside you,” he said. “You are all alone.”

“No, there is someone beside me,” Olaf reiterated. “Although I cannot see Him, I know He is here.”

“How do you know, you old fool?” Oleg demanded.

“Because He speaks to me,” Olaf said. “I hear His voice.”

Asta swallowed as she realised what he meant, and a chill ran down her spine. Anticipation began to build in her. Listen.

Hvitserk glanced over at Asta, noticing the suddenly attentive gaze she had pinned on King Olaf. He hadn’t confessed to this earlier, but he’d heard the tale end of her prayer. He knew now what the woman was struggling with, so he asked, “And what does He say?”

Olaf answered, “He says, ‘He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. I am the resurrection and the life. I shall walk beside you. Always. Always.”

Asta was stunned. I shall walk beside you. She glanced over at Ivar, who she could tell understood the point of Olaf’s words, and had grown concerned. Why, she couldn’t say, but she knew what it meant to her. She had to do what was right, and the rest wasn’t up to her.

Still, she was distracted from trying to figure that out by Oleg’s interruption, as he instructed Igor, “Don’t listen to him, get on with it.” When he shoved the boy forward, a torch in hand, Asta felt anger boil up inside her. He was really going to make a child do this? He had the gall to order a man’s death, but not to go through with it on his own? To do it himself? She wasn’t sure her opinion of him could get any lower than this. Then, she noticed how anxious Igor clearly was, and her heart clenched.

“This isn’t right,” she murmured from beside Ivar. “He’s a child…”

“I know,” Ivar whispered in return. “But we cannot stop it. Not without raising suspicion.”

She swallowed again as she heard Olaf trying to comfort Igor, even as the young Prince was preparing to end his life. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, though in Asta’s experience that rarely actually helped.

“I can’t,” Igor replied.

“Think of me as already dead,” Olaf advised. “Nothing more can hurt me. Not the thunder, nor the deep swell of the waves, nor yet, the tongues of fire.” 

Igor turned back to Ivar, as if silently asking whether or not he should go through with this, and while Ivar nodded to encourage him, Asta glanced over at Oleg. He was clearly quite unnerved by this, seeing that Igor preferred Ivar’s encouragement to his own, and that, at least, brought a small smirk to Asta’s lips as she turned to watch the execution again. Let him stew on that. Children rarely sought strength from the person who pushed them too far, anyway.

The boy knelt down in front of Olaf, lowering the torch toward the pyre built at the King’s feet. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” Olaf replied. “My lands are in order, and I am ripe for Heaven.”

He offered Igor a reassuring smile, and Igor finally lit the pyre, before standing and beginning to back up. Ivar reached out and wrapped his arm around him to pull him back, protecting him from the flames that grew quickly to ensnare Olaf within them. To the surprise of most there, however, the man lifted his hands as if in prayer, and gave nothing even close to a cry of pain as he was consumed. Oleg shook his head and stalked off.

For once, his behavior left Asta unbothered as she watched Olaf’s life fade before her eyes. She hadn’t known him for very long, but she had quickly realized how wise he was, the depth of his knowledge, and the fact he had asked the question that had been the catalyst to her awakening was something she couldn’t simply overlook. It hadn’t taken very long at all, but King Olaf had become quite an influential figure in her life. But the Lord worked in mysterious ways, she knew, and all paths crossed for a reason. She found herself thanking God for Olaf’s life, and for the chance she got to meet him, swallowing as she blinked to clear the wetness from her eyes. The crowd began to disburse, and Ivar asked her if she was coming along with him, Hvitserk, and Igor, but she answered that she wanted to be left alone for a while. 

She stayed until there was nothing left to stay for, a lone figure on the dock. 

Eventually, Asta returned to the Great Hall, and she quickly became aware of Ivar at her side. “My love,” he whispered, disguising it with a kiss to the side of her head. “Are you alright? Hmm?”

She nodded slightly and leaned her head over against his. “Just tired,” she answered. “I don’t think I’ll stay for the feast tonight. I need to get some rest, think about some things.” 

Ivar frowned, not convinced at all that Asta really was ‘just tired’ as she said. But, he wasn’t about to force the truth out of her in front of this crowd, so instead of trying he simply nodded and kissed her head again. “I’ll come and join you soon,” he promised. “And I’ll bring you food and drink. Go rest.”

Asta smiled up at him lovingly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Thank you,” she said. “You don’t know how much of a comfort you are to me.” She leaned up to kiss him softly, and rested her forehead against his, taking a deep breath as if she could draw some sort of strength from him. Ivar returned her kiss before pressing one of his own to her forehead, and releasing her. 

She wandered off to head to their room, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Igor’s head and telling him she was proud of him, and when she got in there, the sounds of the feast now distant, she felt a weight come off her shoulders. Running a hand through her hair, she went and flopped down on the bed. It was then that her door opened, and she looked up to see who had come in.

If there was anyone she had expected to see, it wasn’t Igor. Still, she smiled a little when she saw him, sitting up to greet him. “Igor,” she said. “Can I help you with something?”

“You did not seem like you were well when you left the feast,” he told her. “I wanted to come and see what was wrong.” 

Asta let out a touched sort of sound and smiled at him, reaching out to invite him to come and sit with her. “Oh, sweet boy,” she said affectionately. He did as she offered and settled in beside her, so that she started to run her fingers through his hair. “I’m more worried about you than you need to be about me. How are you after today?”

Igor swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to kill him,” he said. “I’m not even sure what he did wrong.”

This brought forth a sigh from Asta, who ended up laying back with Igor and holding him close still. “Nothing,” she said. “Your uncle wanted him dead because he feared the loyalty King Olaf could inspire in the remaining Vikings. This sort of thing isn’t exactly uncommon in war, but…” She paused and gave a soft sigh. “It wasn’t right, especially not the way it was done. Your uncle made the decision, and he should have seen it through himself- not passed it off to his young nephew. I can’t tell you how sorry I am he did that, and how much I wish he hadn’t.”

Igor shrugged a little as if he wasn’t all that bothered. “He said he wanted to teach me how to be strong,” he said. “So I had to be the one to do it.”

“Killing a man doesn’t make you strong, darling,” Asta told him. “Although you are strong for enduring what your uncle made you do today. But killing in itself isn’t what defines strength. In fact, your uncle showed a lack of it when he didn’t kill King Olaf himself.”

“He did?” Igor asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

She hummed as she nodded. “He did,” she confirmed. “Never forget this, Igor. If you ever decide to execute a man, you must always be willing to carry it out yourself. If you aren’t so convinced it’s the right thing to do that you have the strength to do it, then it isn’t right. Do you understand?”

He nodded at her. “I think I do,” he confirmed. 

It was just then that the door opened again, and Ivar was coming in with a plate full of food, a cup balanced carefully on it and leaned up against his arm. He blinked a few times when he saw his wife and Igor laying together. “Did I miss the invitation?” he deadpanned.

“Yes,” Asta teased him in response. “I was just telling Igor how he couldn’t trust you anymore, and he could only trust me.”

Ivar raised a brow and asked Igor, “Is that true?” 

“No,” he replied. “She was teaching me about strength.”

“Ah,” Ivar said. “This makes more sense. I did not think she would betray me that way.”

Asta chuckled softly. “Mm, but he could be lying, you’ll never know,” she joked. 

Ivar smirked and brought her food and drink to her. “Then I suppose I will just have to trust you,” he answered, and once the food was sat on the small table beside the bed, leaned down to kiss her softly.

That was when Igor gave a fake gag and got up. “I’m going to go now,” he announced, causing Asta to fall into a fit of giggles. “Enjoy… that.” He shuddered and then walked out of the room.

“Should we have stopped him?” Asta asked, looking up at Ivar and trying not to laugh, especially when he shrugged.

“I wanted to see if you were doing better anyway,” he said. Her laughter died down instantly. “Mm, you are not. Hvitserk told me you had left the village to pray. You only leave for that when something is bothering you. What is it?”

Asta swallowed and looked away from him, sitting up slowly as she took in a deep breath. This wasn’t a conversation she had expected to have this way, but… she had asked for a path, hadn’t she? The time had simply come to take it. She looked back up at him, and said, “I think we need to talk.”

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Hewwo Nai my beloved! It is I, Tha, here to drop Lagertha from Vikings who, unfortunately, has gone to sleep. Maybe she'll be back someday... She was housed in Suite 11. Thank you, love you xuxuu! <3

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LAGERTHA has been dropped for you.

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