#marco ilsø x oc

[hashnna]

Husband; Hvitserk.

Sinopse: Você e seu futuro marido ainda tem muitas coisas a fazer antes do casamento.

Notas: Ok, eu tive um mini surto a tarde e cá estamos 🤓 o que posso fazer se amo esse cara.

Avisos: Conteúdo sexual, sexo oral, sangue(apenas um machucadinho no dedo),eventos aqui antes do retorno de Ragnar(4° temporada).

 Hvitserk já está a alguns bons minutos te observando, embora você ainda não tenha percebido, tão distraída que está, sentada sobre um tronco, as costas apoiadas na árvore grande que colabora com a sombra confortável da floresta. A aquele horário da tarde, ainda era confortável estar no meio da floresta sem que sentisse medo por estar sozinha.

 Em seu colo está um tecido bonito de um tom branco suave, ao seu lado está a cesta de palha onde repousa outra peça de tecido com um tom um pouco mais puxado para o dourado, você costura distraidamente o vestido que, de acordo com seus planos, será usado em seu casamento com um dos filhos de Ragnar.

 Hvitserk havia te pedido para ser sua esposa, inicialmente, teve certeza de que era uma decisão impulsiva dele ou que estava apenas brincando, mas, quando Hvitserk simplesmente foi direto até seu pai, com a certeza de que queria casar com você, e provou isso pedindo sua mão ao homem na sua frente...você realmente se convenceu.

 Seu pai, um dos navegadores fieis de Ragnar, havia participado de várias invasões ao lado do Rei, desde quando era apenas conde e antes de sumir após o acontecido em Paris. De cara, o mais velho não gostou da ideia, não por ter algum problema com o príncipe, mas por achar que era muito cedo para que sua filha se casasse, e cedo para que o Lothbrok quisesse um compromisso tão sério, o achava imaturo para isso. 

 Mas bem, Hvitserk nunca esteve tão firme em uma decisão. Você era um pouco mais nova que ele e, durante toda a adolescência, ele não conseguia tirar os olhos de você, principalmente quando acompanhava sua mãe e irmã mais velha até o grande salão, quando sua mãe ia ver Aslaug, de quem a mulher era consideravelmente próxima.

 Bem, você aceitou. É claro, por quê recusaria? Os dois haviam se aproximado muito ao longo dos anos e em poucos dias veio um beijo, depois outro e outro. Até que estava passando algumas noites na cabana sozinha com ele, montada nele ou com o corpo suado dele sobre o seu.

 — Acho que não devia estar vendo você fazer o vestido.

 A voz repentina de seu futuro marido um pouco às suas costas te fez saltar, inevitavelmente espetando a agulha no dedo sem querer.

 — Hvitserk! - reclamou, o encarando por cima do ombro enquanto ele caminhava até estar ao seu lado, se agachando à sua frente e alcançando sua mão.

 — Desculpa - ele ainda tem um tom risonho no rosto mesmo com uma leve culpa pelo susto que te deu, ele encarou o sangue manchando seu dedo, segurando sua mão e levando seu dígito aos próprios lábios.

 — A quanto tempo você 'tava aqui? - questiona, encara os olhos verdes brilhantes dele, nunca viu homem mais bonito em toda a sua vida, tem certeza disso, Hvitserk tem o rosto mais lindo que você já viu.

— Não sei - Deu de ombros selando o dorso de sua mão antes de soltá-la, ainda sentindo o gosto de seu sangue na língua dele. — Me distraí olhando pra você. Você é bonita demais.

 Sorriu tímida, as bochechas ficaram coradinhas, desviou os olhos dos dele, tirando o tecido de seu colo e o levando de volta à cesta junto com a agulha e a linha. 

 — Achei que você estivesse com seus irmãos - dá de ombros, volta a olhá-lo, fingindo ignorar as mãos dele afastando sua saia, expondo suas coxas.

 — Nah, eles não são tão divertidos. 

 A sua risada o faz sorrir também, se abaixa a altura de duas pernas, sela seu joelho devagar, sobe alguns selinhos, beija suas coxas, ficando entre suas pernas.

 — Prefiro ficar aqui com minha futura esposa - comenta, afastando mais suas pernas sem vergonha alguma. — Quer saber? Mal posso esperar pra te ouvir me chamar de marido.

 — Bom - Dá de ombros, um tom inocentemente bobo, sem vergonha alguma ao ter a cabeça do loiro entre suas coxas, quase em sua intimidade descoberta. — Nós já estamos quase casados, mesmo - seus dedos se entrelaçam entre os fios dele, não se importa de bagunçar as tranças que prendem os cabelos longos. — Eu já posso te chamar de marido.

 — É? - ele levanta os olhinhos travessos, te olhando enquanto agarra suas coxas, te puxa um pouco para frente. — chama, então.

 — Hm... - Suspira, sente a língua dele lamber sua intimidade. — Marido...marido, marido! - Você ri, o sente sorrir contra sua buceta antes que a língua morna se ocupe totalmente em deslizar entre seus lábios, desce até sua entradinha. — Hvi...

 Suas mãos seguram a cabeça dele onde está, arfa, geme sem se importar com o volume, a língua dele te lambendo inteirinha te deixa molinha, sequer consegue fingir ou fazer doce, não quando está nas mãos do viking.  

 — Marido... 

 As mãos dele agarram firme suas coxas, deixa a marca dos dedos na pele, aproveita seu gostinho, aprecia cada reação sua, a forma como apoia as costas na árvore, os olhinhos fechados e os lábios abertinhos soltando aqueles gemidos melosinhos que hvitserk é completamente apaixonado. A mão esquerda sobe por sua cintura, agarra seu seio por cima do vestido, os mamilos eriçados se espremem contra a palma da mão dele. 

 A outra mão agora vai até seu íntimo, se junta aos lábios na intenção de te comer, enfia dois dígitos em seu canalzinho sem pressa alguma, sentindo seu sexo apertar em volta dos dedos dele.

 Ele afasta seu vestido, expõe os seios bonitos sem se importar com o nó do decote que se partiu no processo. Os dígitos em sua intimidade iniciam um ritmo constante agora, te faz escorrer, o sonzinho molhado do ato deixa Hvitserk zonzo. 

 Sua pele parece pegar fogo, o vestido incomoda seu corpo, tão quente você está, seu estômago revira, as coxas se apertam em volta da cabeça do Lothbrok, repete a palavra "marido" mais algumas vezes como se tivesse acabado de descobrir que o termo te incendeia como nunca, goza nos dedos dele, revira os olhos fechadinhos sob as pálpebras.

 Hvitserk sorri, aquele risinho sacana dele que te deixa fraquinha, quando ele levanta, ficando de joelhos entre suas pernas você o puxa para perto, iniciando um beijo afoito, o gosto de sua buceta está por toda a boca dele, nos lábios, na língua esperta, na barba. 

 Sorri travessa quando ele quebra o beijo, morde os lábios vermelhinhos enquanto suas mãos agarram o cordão da calça dele, desfazendo o nó.

Vocês tem definitivamente muita coisa a fazer antes do casamento.

Notas finais: tô desgraçadissima da cabeça gente-

[survivingthejungle]

dreams and restless thoughts—hvitserk ragnarson

we just closed our production of tuck everlasting... so this one’s for you, good girl winnie foster :’-(

hvitserk x oc (tove; fc elle fanning)

this is ridiculously self-indulgent, enjoy!

It was the first day of summer and Tove Erlandsdottir could not have been more anxious to go into town if she tried. But seeing as it had only been a month since her father died, she had a feeling that her mother would be less than pleased with the idea of her frolicking about the town acting like she didn’t care. The sun was just barely peering over the horizon as Tove strolled around the garden of her front yard, barefoot and with only a nightdress on. She had woken up an hour or so earlier and was too nervous and excited to go back to sleep, so she took to walking around outside instead. The rays of the sun illuminated the mist and morning dew covering the rolling fields of Kattegat and for a moment Tove stood still, mesmerised by the beauty of the scene before her. Her little home was situated up on a little hill away from the rest of town; the view was lovely, but the isolation was not. Pacing back and forth, she said a silent prayer to the Norns. “Today is the one I have been waiting for,” she told them, “The first day of summer; there will be a festival today… And if handled just-so, I might convince mother to let me go!”

Her mother appeared as if on cue at the frame of the door, a panicked look on her face. “Tove! Come inside, you’re not properly dressed! You’ll get dirty,” she chastised.

“Coming, mother!” Stalling a bit longer behind her mother’s command, she continued her silent plea. “I never get to leave the house because of mother’s rules… and the gate. Ever since father died she won’t even let me go to the market.” A small bird flitted past her, the wings fluttering so quickly it sounded like the splashing of a fish. “I wish I had wings. I think I’d look good with a pair!” She turned her gaze up to the sky. “If I can’t have wings, can I at least go to the festival?” She skipped around the house to the backyard to gaze out into the woods that she had dreamed of exploring her whole life; the ones she was never allowed to venture into. “Please, Norns, let this be the day mother lets me out for the evening. What I would give to dance along to the music they play in the town! I can’t handle one more boring day living like this away from everyone else in Kattegat… I can’t live like a prisoner in my own home forever.”

Resigning from her prayer, she finally came inside to where her mother and grandmother were waiting… like they were every day. “Mother?” she called.

“Yes?”

“I have a surprise for you. Would you like to see it?”

Her mother had a look of pure surprise (and a little unease) as she nodded. As she rushed off to her room to change into the dress she wanted to wear to the festival, her grandmother gave her a wink. Tove told her grandmother everything; they were almost equally as restless and adventurous as each other. Of course she had been the first one to know about Tove’s plan, and supported it wholeheartedly.

The dress in question was a light pink gown that her father had given her the year prior. She hadn’t worn it since he brought it home to her as a birthday gift, and she knew it would be perfect to wear to the summer celebration. She slipped it on, tied it up, and slipped on a pair of appropriate shoes for the event before calling to her mother. “Close your eyes, mother!”

“They’re closed, dear.”

Tove bounded down the hall before standing before her mother and grandmother, who was already dozing off at this early in the morning. “Ready? Open!” she grinned, excited to hear what her mother thought of her pretty dress and wonderful idea.

Her mothers eyes opened and then widened, confused by the sight before her. “Tove? I don’t understand,” she admitted, inspecting the dress. “Why are you dressed like this?”

”Well I can’t wear my normal dresses to the festival, mother,” she explained, hoping that her plan would catch on. “Can’t we bend the rules just this once?” Her grandmother then zoned back in to the conversation.

“Surprise!” she exclaimed to her daughter. Tove shook her head, signaling that her timing was not, in fact, impeccable. “Did she say yes?”

“No. No I most certainly did not. I’m sorry Tove. It’s hardly been a month since your father died… We can’t just be seen carrying on as if nothing has happened. Now please take yourself back to your room and put your proper attire on.”

“Oh, Audhild,” said grandmother.

“I told you she wouldn’t let me have any fun,” Tove said, moving to her grandmother’s side.

“Tove! Mother! We have fun every day,” her mother tried.

“Potato peeling and cutting the heads off of the chickens isn’t fun, Audhild,” grandmother snapped.

Tove tried a different approach. “Father would have taken me to the festival.” Her mother’s face fell, a look of sadness and longing in her eyes.

“I know he would have. But… things are different now. You can’t go, Tove, and that’s final.” Her mother brought her palm up to cup Tove’s cheek, looking down at her with sympathetic eyes. “If you won’t follow the rules for me, follow the rules for him. Be a good girl now, and go change,” she commanded.

“Yes, mother.” But instead of going back to her room, she took a detour and went back outside to the garden to collect her thoughts. “Norns, look at me,” she prayed, “I’m trapped in this sad, lonely little house. Is it bad of me to say I want to have fun just this once? I think I’d probably try to sneak out if I wasn’t so afraid of upsetting mother… If there were anything for me to do around here, maybe I’d do it!” The rustle in the grass pulled her from her thoughts. Tove froze, keeping sharp watch on the flowerbed and searching for its intruder. A moment passed, then another, and then out peeked the head of an orange and yellow cat. A stray? Did Freya send it? “Oh, hi kitty!” she cooed, kneeling down to the cat’s level, coaxing it out from behind the stems and the leave. She held her hand out in a gesture of peace, and the cat nimbly lurked forward, seemingly ready to dart away at any moment. It sniffed her hand once, twice, three times, before pressing its head up against her palm. She scratched its scalp, between the ears, and the cat meowed, and then stalked even closer to her. “Are you lost? Or are you here for me?” The cat tilted its head at the loss of contact before pawing up at her, signaling that it was ready for more affection. Scratching it’s head a few more times, she made a move to pick the cat up and nestle her in her arms.

She entered the house once again and passed her mother in the hallway; her attention was turned away from Tove, so she didn’t see the cat in her arms. “Well. I think that’s enough surprise for one morning, don’t you agree?” Before Tove could respond her cat meowed once more, and the girl’s eyes widened as her mother turned around to face her. “Tove, did you just meow at me?”

“Meet my new cat!” She grinned, hoping for the best once again. “I found her out by the fence.”

“Tove, you have no idea where that cat came from! It could belong to someone else; that’s stealing! Put it back outside where it came from, right now,” she commanded, a cold look in her eyes as she stared at the cat.

“Yes, mother.”Once again she found herself outside. “I wish I could break the rules just once… if I didn’t feel so guilty about it.” She set the cat down by the gate, gently scratching her fur. “Well, cat… that didn’t go so well,” she said, more for herself that for the cat. “But at least it got us out of the house! Now; go on. Go back to where you came from, you heard mother. Are you from the wood?” she asked, looking up at the forest surrounding her home and her town. “I’m not allowed to go there. I’m not allowed to go anywhere,” she muttered. The cat took her leave and slipped through the opening in the fence, strolling around back to wherever it was she came from.

“Tove! Come back inside, please!” her mother called from the kitchen.

“Coming, mother!” She obediently marched back inside, when suddenly there was a loud blow of the horn coming down from the bottom of the hill where the rest of the people of Kattegat were just starting their days. The horn blew again. Tove tried to see what the source of all the commotion was through the door frame and caught sight of tens of boats sailing toward the city in the bay. The warriors were back! She ran to find her mother and dragged her over to the door to look out at the city before them.

“Look, mother, they’re all back! It’s a sign! We can go to the festival, like we used to!”

“Tove Erlandsdottir, we will be doing no such thing. I gave you my decision and that’s final! Now go back inside and change.”

“But, mother—”

“No, Tove! I told you to go do something; now do it! You aren’t going to the festival. There are rules to abide by… Besides, those warriors are dangerous. Especially for young girls like you going out and about all by yourself. This world isn’t safe, Tove, and it is my job as your mother to protect you.”

Tove snapped, all of her pent up frustration finally causing her good-girl resolve to crack. “Protect me? From what, having fun?”

“Tove! You go back inside right this instant and change you dress, and your attitude.”

“No.” She glared up at her mother, the shock in her eyes goading Tove on. “I hate you. And I hate your rules!” Grandmother was watching the scene unfold from her seat in the common area.

“Audhild… Let her go. She’ll come back inside when she’s ready to apologize.”

Tove stormed off to the back of the house, sitting herself down in the middle of the garden; she let out a frustrated huff and resting her chin on her palm. There was a patch of dandelions to her left, some still yellow and some going to seed. She picked one of the white ones up and made a wish to the Norns: Give me a sign. Then a meow pulled her from her thoughts. “Cat! You came back!” she noted, grinning widely. The cat waltzed over to her, making herself comfortable in Tove’s lap and pawing at her hand for attention. Tove complied, scratching the cat’s belly gently and raising a yellow dandelion over her face to entertain the both of them. “The only thing stopping me from leaving is that gate…” She glanced at the gate behind her, and the city and the bay and the mountains out beyond it. “If I don’t go to the festival today I’ll regret it for the rest of my life,” she muttered to the cat. Tove moved her off of her lap so that she could stand up, brushing the dirt off of her dress before sneaking around to the front. Upon reaching the gate, her hand stopped itself before it reached the latch to open it. She turned her head back to look in the open window of her home; her mother was nowhere to be seen. The cat jumped through the opening in the fence like she had earlier, and all Tove’s worries followed with her. “Kitty! Wait for me!” and the gate flew open, Tove finally leaving her front yard for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She followed the cat’s lead as she darted left and right, headed into the woods that encompassed the town.

Minutes passed; those minutes soon turned into an hour, then another. Tove was content walking in silence with the cat, whose name she had yet to choose, and admiring the nature around her and her newfound freedom. The guilt of what she had said to her mother had yet to begin eating away at her conscience. “I think I know what I’ll call you, cat. You seem to me like a Dagny.” The cat paused from her walking and turned her head toward Tove. “Do you agree?” The cat meowed. “Very well! Dagny it is,” she smiled, and the two of them continued their stroll. The two strays suddenly found themselves in a clearing, in the center of which were many weapons and targets which the fighters must’ve practiced with. A rustle came from one of the surrounding trees, and she bent down to pick Dagny up, holding her close to her chest in a gesture of self-comfort. She was not afraid, she never was; she only wanted to keep the cat safe. Another rustle and Tove began to suspect that the noises were coming from above her so she tilted her gaze upward, only to be met with the image of a person’s body climbing higher and higher. “Hello?” she called, startling the climber. “What are you doing up there?”

“Climbing the tree, what do you think?” the voice, a man, snapped back.

“Why are you climbing?” she wondered. He peered down at her, his face no longer hidden by his arm, and she could see that he was very handsome. His hair was blond, pulled back into two braids, and his sleeves were rolled up and showing off his forearms. He began to retreat back down to the forest floor. “Don’t let me stop you!”

“I’m not,” he informed her, landing on his feet just a few steps away from her. “I’m bringing you up with me.”

“What?” she asked, startled. “Why?”

“You want to know why I’m climbing the tree?” She nodded. “I’ll show you. C’mon.” He held a hand out to her, the other one holding on to a branch above him. Tove set Dagny down, instructing her to wait on the ground for her and to go find mother if something bad were to happen; the boy smirked at this outside of her line of view. She stood back up straight and stared at the boy’s hand a moment longer before taking it. “What; don’t you trust me?”

“I just met you.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, smiling and intrigued by her meekness. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“My name is Tove. My mother doesn’t let me go into town much… Not ever, really.”

“Huh. That’s strange.”

“What’s your name?”

He looked almost startled by this. “You mean you don’t know who I am?”

It was Tove’s turn to be shocked. Of course she didn’t know who this strange boy was! “No, I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name?” she asked again.

“You can call me Hvitserk,” he told her, expecting it to ring a bell; but no such connection was made.

“Okay, Hvitserk. Now, what were you going to show me?” He was fully enthralled by the strange girl from the woods now.

“Come with me. Have you ever climbed?” She shook her head; he grabbed her hand. “Watch every step I make, alright?” He helped her pull herself up to the first branch, waiting for her to find her balance before bringing her attention back to him. “Try not to grab the weak branches; you don’t want to fall.”

“No, I do not.”

“Don’t look down, either. Just keep pulling yourself up; do what I do.” She obeyed, taking special care not to look below her, only keeping her eyes on the boy above her and how he maneuvered his way through the branches, following his lead.

“Where are we going?” she called to him, after minutes of climbing with no lead as to what the purpose of the adventure was.

“The top of the world,” he grinned down at her. Come up here. Look!” She obeyed and pulled herself up to an adjacent branch, finally getting another good look at his face as well as the setting around her. She could see everything; the entire city—even her home— the bay, the rest of the forest, and all the mountains surrounding Kattegat. “This is my favorite place to be.”

“It’s beautiful up here,” Tove mused. “I can see everything!” He laughed at this, enjoying her sheer, almost childish enjoyment. “I don’t ever want to go back down.”

“Are you going to the celebration tonight?” he asked her. She nodded her head. “Well then you’ll have to. Unless you want to miss it.”

“Oh, gods no! I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she reminded herself, and began to make her way back down to the forest floor. Hvitserk followed behind her. Once they reached the bottom, she began to lightly interrogate him. “Why did you show me that?” she wondered.

“You seemed like you were looking for an adventure.”

“I am!” she giggled. “I just ran away from home.”

“Oh, did you now?” he asked her, almost jokingly. “Well, Tove, I hope it was worth it.”

“I do, too. Are you going to the festival as well?”

He considered it for a moment before giving her a proper answer. “If I get to see you there, I think I’ll have to.” She smiled softly, almost blushing before Dagny leaned up against her legs. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, gesturing to the cat.

“This is Dagny. She’s my cat.” Hvitserk knelt down to pet her.

“She’s very friendly,” he noted. He stoob back up, patting off his knees before giving Tove his attention once more. “I’m headed into town; would you like to join me, Tove? I could show you around, since you never get to go yourself.”

“Do you mean it?” He nodded. “Yes, please! Let’s go!” He held an arm out to her; very proper and respectable of him, she thought. She looped her arm in his, Dagny trailing along at her side.

[ivarsqueen]

These cuties.

[all-things-multi-fandom]

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[peaceisadirtyword]

Hello there💕

look at Marco’s face my little baby he's so cute

My name is Salma, I’m from Spain (you probably don’t care about that sorry) and, after overthinking it for like months, I’ve decided to start a blog about Vikings.

I’m starting this blog mainly to write, improve my writing skills and my English, meet new people and have a place to fangirl over my boys all day (my boys being Alex Høgh Andersen, Marco Ilsø and Jordan Patrick Smith). 

I’ve always wanted to start my own blog and write. I would like to be a writer some day so I thought this may help me (actually the only thing that would really help me would be a miracle bc my writing is not very good lol). No one has ever read anything I've written, so I'm a bit nervous but I think I can handle it.

I have something written (Ivar/Reader) and I wanted to post it now, but I need to re-write some things first because I honestly think it’s the worst thing I’ve ever written. Sorry. I’ll try to post it soon and if someone for some reason wants to read it and tell me their opinion, I would be very grateful.💖

If you read all of that, thank you, and sorry for wasting your time rambling about things you probably don’t care about.

P.S. gif its not mine but its the best gif ever

P.S.2. I do need to improve my almost-non-existent writing skills

[betheworstyoucanbeandenjoyit]

I’m so in love with Marco and Alex ugh its insane.

[clumsywonderland]

Playing Games

Summary: Hvitserk being picky. Words: 411 Warnings: Some swearing and mentions of sex. A/N: Just a short one-shot :) Also, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes. Please let me know if you happen to notice any!

Tagging: @angryschnauzer @lisinfleur @girlwhoisfearless

'How about that one?' she asked him, subtly pointing towards a girl in the far corner of the room. She was pretty enough. Her blonde hair was combed backwards and braided down her back, away from her face and a few curls had sprung loose, framing her sun kissed complexion. She had blue eyes and when she laughed at something her friend had said, her breasts slightly bounced and threatened to spill out of her green dress. She was his type. She looked at Hvitserk, but he remained quiet. 'Well?' He sighed, shoulders falling heavily. 'I do not want her.' She rolled her eyes and watched as he drowned his ale, hiding his face behind his cup. She searched the room again, examined faces and body's - too old, too young, married. It was busy and loud and her stomach growled when she smelled freshly baked bread and smoked meat. She soon found another girl, she had wild, untameable red hair, dark eyes and was covered in golden freckles. She was pretty and skinny, but maybe a little young. 'What about her?' He shook his head again. She groaned in frustration, usually he liked this game they often played. She would pick a girl for him and if he accepted they would place bets on how long it would take for him to convince her to join him underneath the furs in his room. 'Well, you have been complaining to me for several days that your bed has been cold, and now you're turning everyone down. Why is that?' He looked at her and she could not place the strange look in his eyes, they seemed darker than usual. He studied her, almost able to look straight through her skull and examine the inside of her brain, reveling in the secrets that were hidden there. His eyes wandered over her, leaving behind a burning trail where the dark pupils had lingered. His tongue slipped out from between his lips and she couldn't help but to watch as he - agonizingly slow - licked his upper lip. 'She is not the one I desire.' She sighed. 'Why not?' Next to her, Ubbe suddenly made his presence known by letting out a frustrated growl. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and index finger. He seemed ready to pull his own hair out as he barked at them. 'Why don't you two just fuck each other already?'

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Update reblog

A Taste of Heaven Masterlist

Coming soon after Rest Your Weary Hands' last chapter is published in the next day or two.

Contains: Lots of fluff, Smut (oral sex F and M receiving, P in V, CONSENT, food play but not feederism, gentle dom Hvitserk, fingering.) OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. Rest Your Weary Hands the relationship between the brother will be healthy and loving. Ivar will still have osteogenesis imperfecta. Food, cooking, recipe books, historical food and meals.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical 💉Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

A snippet is an optional one-shot that adds context to the story and expands on some small themes that will appear throughout the story, not reading them won't affect the story but it will take away some of the more fluffy and/or mundane 'day in the life' elements.

After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

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Part 1❤

Part 2❤

Part 3😨❤

Part 4 😨🔪❤❤

Part 5❤❤❤❤❤❤💦

Part 6 ❤❤💦

Part 7❤💦💦💦

[survivingthejungle]

taking a break from little lies and a few other stories bc this last show i was in inspired me to write a story with — wait for it — an oc?

we’ll see how it goes... be on the lookout loves!

[ivarsqueen]

This picture is perfect.

[solinarimoon]

I am so beyond relived and glad that you liked this story. I can’t tell you how anxious I was about it! For so many reasons!

And believe me, writing it gave me allllllllllll those same questions!!! What happens after here?!

What is Sihtric’s backstory in this universe? And how is still just to most fully, and gentle Dane ever who could easily kill you? Will Hvitserk still ultimately fall into his pit of self loathing and self medicating or will having Alba as a friend/someone to pine for turn all that off? Would there be any jealousy or rivalry? Could Amma be in the picture somewhere because I will never not be salty that was not explored for Hvitserk.

How about is there some sort of issue from her past that needs resolving and therefor needs Hvitserks and/or Sihtric’s help?! Who knows!!! Maybe I do?

I don’t necessarily have plans to expand on this buuuuuuuuuut you never know. And it’s fun to think about 😁

Thank you letting me participate and for always having such supportive and kind words! You’re wonderful!

Little Sea - Part II

AN: This is Part II for my contribution to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 followers challenge.  Part I here. Congratulations once again on such a great milestone, Ana!  Enjoy the conclusion of my reimagining of The Little Mermaid. More notes at the end of the story.

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, a bit more angst, hurt/comfort, non-canon or rather not exploring certain aspects of canon

My Masterlist

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Part II

When Alba woke the following morning, she was alone in the small hut.  The door stood open and she could see a grey morning rising.

Slowly and carefully, she stood and walked outside only to be met with confusion.  

The man, Sihtric’s hut was nestled amidst looming pines and a small clearing that overlooked the water.  It was not too far from her own small hut on the beach below.  

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[ivarsqueen]

Brothers

[ivarsqueen]

Vikings second half of season 5

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Okay @lisinfleur that was PERFECT!!!!!

Wrapped Dog

Requested by Anon

I have to say it was hard to make him insecure, love. And soon I’ll make some more ideas over what you suggested, but for now, I hope you enjoy it!

The last thing I deserved after jumped that boat to stay with him was that: being treated like a dog for the second brother in a row… And worse: In front of her eyes. After that stupidity from Ivar, how could I be able to look at her? Such a shield maiden, such a warrior, such a woman, smiling with the corner of her lip aside my brother as I left the room, humiliated.

I went to the walls, to take some fresh air. My eyes were teary, my chest torn apart. I still could remember Ubbe’s eyes to me, so betrayed when I jumped that boat… He could have treated me like his faithful dog, but he never humiliated me that way…

“Lord Odin… Did I made the right choice?” I tried.

My eyes lost on the sky, trying to hold the tears.

“Give me a sign… Help me…”

I still could hear them laughing. Does Ivar ever thought about how I would feel with that stupid joke?

Does he ever thought how was I feeling now?

Does Ivar ever think about anyone else but him?

So many questions and memories were numbing my thoughts and I once again saw myself questioning my own actions.

Did I made the right choice? Shouldn’t I had gone with Björn back to the Mediterranean sea? I was so tired of following my older brothers’ directions, but if it wasn’t this what I was supposed to do, so…

“What is my destiny?”

But I had no time to figure out any answers or to see exactly who was coming from the door I had came from. A bunch of arrows hit the place where I was, obligating me to pull myself down. But the person coming was unwarned about the arrows and whoever she was, would be on cross fire soon. So I didn’t thought twice when I saw the figure leaving the door to the walls: I just jumped over her, feeling an arrow scratching my shoulder as soon as I dropped with her, causing me to grunt in pain.

Better a scratch in my shoulder than a shield maiden dead at the walls.

I wasn’t expecting it was just her life I saved with this jump… My eyes got wide when I saw her body under mine in the ground. And she smiled to me that way that always made me embarrassed.

“Thank you, prince Hvitserk…”

What was so different with that girl? Why her smiles were able to make me so speechless?

“I… You’re… welcome…”

 “You hurt yourself…” she said, touching my arm, staining her fingers with my blood.

“It was nothing… Just a… scratch” I tried to minimize it, but she smiled again and my words just vanished.

 “It seems this little puppy needs some tending tonight” she said, rolling over my body and then getting up with that amazing way to move her hips when walking “Why dont you come, my prince? I’ll take care of you tonight…”

It was really happening? I couldn’t be sure, but I got up and followed her steps as a lost puppy indeed. She got me wrapped around her fingers and if she was my answer… If she was my destiny…

So thank Skuld and Odin for this, cause I would be the happiest man on Midgard…

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[ivarsqueen]

The are so adorable💘

[lisinfleur]

Masterlist for cellphone users!

I noticed some of my followers aren’t able to see my Masterlist cause the cellphone app is not showing them secondary pages, so here is the masterlist for them!

MASTERLIST

LONGFICS Anything with more than 2 chapters.

Requests are CLOSED

·         The Wolf, The Dog and The Maiden (Hvitserk x ReaderFem Shield Maiden, plus Ubbe) Warnings: ANGST, SMUT, NSFW, Mentions of DEATH, MURDER, VIOLENCE, +18 CONTENT, DETAILED SEX, DIRTY TALK. Contain SPOILERS. >>> CHAPTER LIST

The Arrival

The Faithful Dog

The Lurking Wolf

The Beauty and the Beast

Meeting With the Pack

Heathen War

Harvest of Sorrow

Torn

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RAGNARSSONS IN Headcannons with the boys reaction or behavior in any situation you want to see them!

Requests are OPEN / WITH QUEUE (There is a waiting queue so it might take a little until you see your request fulfilled!)

>>> LIST

Angel

Bad Bad Nights (Night Terrors, NSFW)

Bad Past...

Badass Girl

Ballerina

Being a Beard

Belly dancer (NSFW)

Bisexual (NSFW)

Blanding

Blind

Braiding

Brave

Bride

Bridesmaid Disaster

Broken Heart

Child Free

Clever

Come on to the Back (NSFW)

Daddy Kink (NSFW)

Dating a Gods’ Descendant

Distant

Dominansspil (NSFW)

Escort Babe (NSFW)

Family Day (Modern Time)

Family Day (Viking Time)

Family Living (personal analysis)

First Steps

First Time (NSFW)

Forbidden Love (Christian S/O)

Future Girl

Glasses

Good Bye

Got Me (NSFW)

Her Colors

Her Secret...

Hidden

Horror Movie

Insulted

Insulted II

It’s over…

Labor (NSFW)

Lazy (NSFW)

Lazy II (NSFW)

Little Drunk (NSFW)

Loki’s Ex

Lost (suicide, NSFW)

Massage (NSFW)

Model (NSFW)

My Child’s Hero

My Little Girl’s First (NSFW)

My Sweet Girls

No More

Not Mine (NSFW)

Not you…

Now it’s Mine

Now it’s Mine II (Marriage)

Oops... (Caught cheating, NSFW)

Oops… II (Man friend in love)

Oral Sex Giving (NSFW)

Orphan

PPD

Pregnant Warrior

Rejected

Relaxing (NSFW)

Rites of Passage

S/O Bad Working (NSFW)

S/O Cheating (NSFW)

S/O Cheating II (Fem Lover – NSFW)

S/O Depressed

S/O Self Harming (NSFW)

S/O Shield Maiden

S/O Shy

Saved

Sex, S/O and Period (NSFW)

Sharing (NSFW)

She loves children

She Wants to Bath (NSFW)

She... Won?

She’s Amazing

She’s Dancing (NSFW)

She’s Gone (at the labor, NSFW)

She’s Insecure (NSFW)

She’s Singing (NSFW)

Shouldn’t be this way…

Sickness

Snooper

Snow Day (NSFW)

Some things are good when missing (#nogagreflex, NSFW)

Stage Kiss

Stained

Stay

Sterile (NSFW)

Strip Tease (NSFW)

Stripper

Sweet Names

Sweet Sarcasm

Trance

Try not to laugh

Twin Love

Twins

Warrior Queen

With Child

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SHOOTS Little texts, scenes and little fics with 1 or 2 chapters. 

Requests are OPEN / WITH QUEUE (There is a waiting queue so it might take a little until you see your request fulfilled!)

>>> LIST

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Different (Ubbe x Reader) Requested by @lokigoddess Warnings: little ANGST, romance

End of Me (Ubbe x OC) Not requested Warnings: ANGST, Mentions of choking and attempt of murder, +18 CONTENT

Special Day (Ubbe x OC) Requested by: Anon (Birthday gift) Warnings: FLUFFY, double language (English and BR Portuguese / Português do Brasil)

Hvitserk Ragnarsson - The White Shirt

And so, we meet again… (Hvitserk x ReaderFem Princess, plus Reader’s little brother) Requested by: Anon Warnings: Hvitserk being a troll hahaha

Back Home (Hvitserk x OC) Inspired by: Marco Ilsø IG (@ilsoemarco) Warnings: Nothing but the love we think Hvitserk deserves.

Hvitserk’s Cheating (Hvitserk x ReaderFem Shield Maiden x Margrethe) Requested by: Anon Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, cheating, oral sex (Male receiving), murder, blood, Mentions of choking, death and a bad ending.

Wrapped Dog (Hvitserk x OC) Requested by Anon Warnings: Hvitserk being humiliated, attacked and fluffy!

Wrong (Hvitserk x Reader) Inspired by @astormofships Warnings: Sex insinuation, cursing.

Sigurd – The Snake in the Eye

Mine (Sigurd x Reader) Inspired by @whenimaunicorn to Friday Night Heathens: Spring Prompts Warnings:  smut references, fluffy

Ivar Ragnarsson - The Boneless

Steps (Ragnar Stepfather x ReaderFem Stepdaughter x Ivar Stepbrother) Proposed by @lupy22 Warnings: NSFW, NSFL, +18 CONTENT, sex, incest, dirty talk and all the things you don’t want your mother to know you have been reading!

Breaking the Habit (Ivar x ReaderMale Slave) Requested by Anon Warnings: handjob, cursing, homosexual interaction, eventual mistakes (it’s my first time!)

Neutral fictions – No couple, Vikings world

King (No couple, Reader’s interaction with Hvitserk, mentions of Ivar) Requested by: Anon Warnings: Humor scene, might have some mistakes, cursing, battle mentions.

The little ones (no couple, reader’s son interacting with the five Ragnar’s sons) Inspired by: Anon Warning: little scenes, fluffy.

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VALHALLA PANEL The Ragnar’s Sons went to Valhalla together and they’re now around the same table, drinking, feasting, fighting and answering whatever you wants to know!

Requests are OPEN (Click HERE to send yours!)

Before sends your request, please read the rules to participate!

>>> VP RULES

Have fun with every scene already done with these guys!

>>> VP SCENE LIST

Plot list will receive a post to cellphone users soon!