#r: sigtryggr

[queenofcarrion]

Wolland in the background giving death stares to the Saxon soldiers.

He loves Sigtryggr ❤️🥺

You have time to make it up to me still.

(requested by @fefe-marty) 

[paula-in-dreamland]

WIP Anagram Tag Game!

Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word! (For dialogue, feel free to include the descriptor as well)

Thank you for the tag @holy3cake and @lord-aldhelm :))))))))

I got BATTLE and MERCIA - Going to use my current WIP (Sigtryggr/Stiorra HG AU)

B;

But in the end, their primal need to love and to be loved eventually won, even with all the programming from the Academy

A;

As the crowd erupts once more into cheers, he leans down capturing her lips in his own earning a few whistles amongst the applause and jubilation of the crowd.

T;

Taking one finger, she dragged it underneath the narrow five inch slash across his upper peck, wiping away the blood that had begun to trickle out. 

T;

The sound of his voice is enough to lull her heart rate as he moves in beside her.

L;

Liv always did hate Stiorra - the strawberry blonde with emerald green eyes always coming second to Stiorra

E;

Even when she does see him, he mostly ignores her - only asking questions to be polite before pulling her father away and handing Aelfweard off to her. 

M;

Even though she ached to join them, Lagertha suddenly felt strangely contemplative.

E;

Eardwulf’s declaration pulls Sigtryggr back into the conversation, his jaw clenching as he listens for the she-wolf’s response.

R;

Rolling to her left side, she reads the clock, another frustrated sigh releasing itself. 

C;

Content with her post-shower ritual, Stiorra returns to her bedroom, planning to watch airings of past games in hopes of deducing what advice other mentors might typically give their candidates

I;

“I don’t think we should ally with them. Or at least, most of them.”

A;

Alone again, she begins to fidget with the label on her bottle prodding at it with nimble fingers until it comes off cleanly.

For my no pressure tags, your word is "SWORD"

@ariona @arcielee and any one else interested :)

[tlkdragons]

Uhtreda x Harald ( Leo)

Aethelstan - Cilantro ( R V) - Comprometido con ???

Aethelstan Gemelo - Luna ( R R) Comprometido con ???

Stiorra - Sigtrygrr ( R R) - Comprometida con:

Osberta - Ronaldo ( R R

Fianna x Ragnar

Edward - Solo pero casado con Aethelflaed JR

Osferth - Aethelflaed JR ( V V)

Aethelflaed JR - Osferth ( V V ) Casada con Osferth

Oswald - Vibeke ( R V

Alfred x Eadith

Ronaldo - Osberta ( R R )

Sigtryggr - Stiorra ( R R )

Aethelred x Aethelflaed

Vibeke - Oswald ( V V) Comprometido con ???

Henrik - Aidena ( V V ) Comprometido con

Alfred x Uhtreda

Astrid - Klaus ( R V) Comprometida con

Uhtreda x Sihtric:

Luna - Aethelstan gemelo ( R R) Comprometido con ???

Fianna x Sihtric

Cilantro - Mujer - Aethelstan ( R V) comprometido con ???

Klaus - Astrid ( R V ) comprometido con ???

Aiden - Mujer - Henrik ( V V) Comprometido con ???

[tvrnpike]

love how sihtric sigtryggr and sitruic r the exact same name

[lisinfleur]

Blómstur

The request:

Author’s Notes | This was definitely one of the cutest things I ever wrote. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @blonddnamedhandz​ for 5CW Ivar II. Posted for HTGI Event. Title translation: Flower. Words | 1306 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions to labor pains, Ivar’s ableism about his children.

It was what? The fifth one? The sixth if he would count the twins as two. There was Sigtryggr, Ingvar and Ímar - the twins. There was Udir and the little ones Erik and Einar - this last one his major concern since he didn't have left your boobs when Ivar accidentally got you full of his seed once again.

Would he be able to avoid his children from hating each other as Sigurd and he had done for so long?

Another sip of his mead, and, one more time, the cup almost fell from his hand with a growl of pain in your voice coming from the bedroom.

Why did it have to be so loud every single time?

Sigtryggr was taking care of his little brothers for him, outside of the house, to grant none of them would listen to your screams. As the older one, he had already age enough to understand those moments, and he knew how afraid his little brothers could be. He was thinking about getting a wife himself, on top of his fifteen years, and maybe carrying for his little brothers was a good way to learn how to behave when it was the time to see his wife screaming to put his children into Midgard like you were doing for his father's one more time.

Another scream cutting his thoughts.

"Gods..." Ivar mumbled, drinking from his cup one more time. "Why does it have to be so painful?"

Couldn't the gods be merciful about the birth part of that process?

To make the children was something so pleasurable! Why should putting them into this world be that horrible, bloody, and painful way?

You cried once again, louder. And Ivar swore he heard the midwife asking you to be strong and do it one more time.

Fuck that shit! You were the strongest human being he'd ever seen in his life!

Sword wounds? He could handle them.

Burning bleeding wounds with red-hot blades? Easy!

Now passing something as big as his children through a hole where his dick was used to feel tightly compressed? This was something his manly mind wasn't able to figure out how it was possible.

You'd always had long deliveries. His children were painfully big, healthy boys he could call everything but little. Sigtryggr was fifteen, and he was already taller than him! Ivar could bet he would be as tall as Ubbe or maybe Björn! And the twins weren't going through a different way: tall children, all of them! Big babies, all of them!

A new scream cut his ears. Were you giving birth to twins once again?

He got his crutch, forcing himself to stand.

It was taking too long!

Thinking closely, Siggtryggr had taken one day and half of a night. The twins took two days to be born. Erik was the shorter with one whole night. And Einar had taken almost as long as his twin brothers - the lazy thing. This one was approaching the end of its first day, but fuck! It was supposed to be quicker now, wasn't it?

Ivar thought about sitting down once again. What would he do inside that room but bother the women's work? What did he know about labor, to start with?

But what if something was wrong with this baby?

What if it was something wrong like...

Ivar felt startled by his own thoughts. Was it possible that the gods would allow Hel to touch one of his children like she had caressed his legs? After all the others, this one?

His eyes looked at the door, his heart speeding, his breath becoming shorter until everything stopped in his mind.

And around him.

A freezing cold shiver slid down his spine.

Why was everything so deep silent?

As fast as he could, Ivar rushed into the room, not minding the scared expression on his face when he opened the door, catching all the pairs of eyes into that place at once.

You were laid in bed, tired and sweaty like the last times you've done that. Ivar's eyes ran over the midwives, none of them seeming to be scared or anything but surprised with his sudden entrance.

One of them approached you, delivering a moving package in your hands.

It was smaller. Why was it smaller than the others?

Ivar's heart sunk into his chest as he approached the bed, but your smile confused him for a moment before you could show him the little package in your hands.

"Isn't she lovely, husband?" you asked.

And everything broke into shards of stars and light around him.

She was smaller than the others.

She.

His little gift from Freya was looking at him, with icy little blues exactly like his, filling his eyes with tears and making his lips break in a giggle that remembered that knock-kneed fool's voice for a moment.

Oh, Floki would be surely laughing at his anxiousness if he was there to see that moment. Or else, he would be making any stupid joke about how visibly melted Ivar's heart was with the sight of that little preciosity in your arms.

"A girl..." he mumbled, giggling again. "You gave me a beautiful little girl."

"Yes, my love. And I want to name her Aslog Ivarsðóttir. To remember your beautiful mother she'll probably grow to follow in beauty.”

He giggled again.

Oh, damn that fool! He would grow into an old wreck just like him.

But how wouldn't he be happy in front of such a thing? You passed the little package into his hands, and he cut the cord like he'd done so many times for his children before, marking her little forehead with the blood as a blessing.

"Oh, gods, look at you..." he mumbled, speechless in front of the small blue eyes looking at him so full of curiosity.

How, in the name of Odin, could something be that beautiful?

"I grow, I get older, but the gods don't get tired to bless me, do they?" he asked the little one as if she could answer him. "I've seen many things in this life, my child, but none... None was as beautiful as you are, looking at me like this."

His words were making you feel your heart full.

"My father once told me his daughter was the light of his heart. I never understood what he was talking about... With the many sons he had, how could she be different?" Ivar said, looking at you.

And then, turning himself to caress his little girl's face, as gently as if his fingers could break her delicate skin like the flowers you've once seen him braiding into a crown for you.

Maybe now, he would have more flower crowns braided by his hands in the course of his life.

"I get him now," he said. "It is different." Ivar completed.

He loved his children. Every single one of them.

But that moment was unique, and her way to look at him was unspeakable.

His heart was sure he would never see the world the same way once again.

She would be the light to enlighten his way. And what once was black and white had just been painted in the most beautiful colors Ivar ever had seen in his life.

"Are you happy, husband?" you asked.

Just to see him lifting his teary eyes to smile at you.

"No... Happy is too little of a word to define how enormous is what I'm feeling now."

Happiness is nothing, his father once said.

In that little girl's eyes, he could understand it too. It's nothing.

Happiness is nothing compared to the wonders he could experience with you by his side.

Happiness was nothing compared to what it was to hold that little package knowing his world would never be dark ever again.  

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[honestsycrets]

5CW: Ivar || Sy’s Masterlist

M x F [ Reader Insert ]

Like Me V

⇢  Angst, light sexual innuendo || Multipairing || wc: (?) || tw: cheating, dirty little secrets

Summary: Rorik and Reader solidify their next steps. What are those noises, anyway?

Lies by Omission

⇢  Light Angst, Smut || Ivar x Stripper!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: lies, secrets, stripping, hurt Ivar, nsfw, lapdancing

Summary: You probably should have told him you were a stripper.

The Wet Nurse 

⇢ Smut || Ivar x Wet Nurse!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: breastfeeding

Summary: Ivar’s new slave seems uncomfortable. He can do something to help that.

Extra Small

⇢ Fluff & Angst || Ivar x Crush!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: none

Summary: Ivar doesn’t know what shirt to wear on his first date. Hvitserk claims he can help.

Feels Like Home

⇢ Fluff || Ivar x Irreplaceable!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: none

Summary: Ivar returns home to his wife-- finally without child. She’s self conscious of her worth.

Jin-Woo

⇢ Slight Humor, Pouty Ivar || Ivar x Valentines-Fuckbuddy!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: nsfw

Summary: Aren’t those your heels? Secretary Jin-Woo knows he’s in shit now. 

His Cupcake

⇢ Ridiculous Nonsense || Ivar x Valentines-Pissy!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: slap

Summary: Ivar regrets smushing a cupcake in your hair as a child. So maybe he embarrasses you on Valentines more than he should.

First Kicks

⇢ Fluff || Ivar x Irreplaceable!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: none

Summary: Little Uxi was always the rowdiest of their children. Even in your stomach.

More for the Milkmaid

⇢ Smut || Ivar x milkmaid!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: loss of virginity, breeding

Summary: Ivar seeks comfort from his milkmaid.

Persephone’s Kiss I

⇢  Angst || Ivar x Persephone!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: seizure, forced marriage

Summary: A revamp on my Persephone and Hades piece.

Weak Spot

⇢  Angst, Smutty || Ivar x Dark!Reader  || wc: (?) || tw: dark!reader, noncon, kidnapping, brother selling

Summary: Hvitserk has his own way of becoming king.

D r a b b l e s & S h o r t S h o t s

Lips Shut

⇢  Humor || Ivar x Reader x Bisexual!OC || wc: (?) || tw: threesomes, nsfw, slight ass Ivar

Summary: The earl wants WHAT now?

Lost Time

⇢  Angst, some fluff || Modern!Ivar x Babymama!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: abandonment, cheating, anger

Summary: ivar has looked for you for a year. he finally finds you.

Where He Can’t See

⇢  Love Bites || Modern!Ivar x Student!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: biting

Summary: Ivar likes to bite. Too much.

 Moonlight

⇢  Scrap || Alpha!Ivar x Alpha!Reader || wc: (?) || tw: abo dynamics 

Her Helping Hands

⇢  Smut || Sub!Ivar x Reader || wc: (?) || tw: abo dynamics

P l a t o n i c

More Than Her Legacy

⇢  Father & Son Pairing, Fluff and Angst || Ivar x Sigtryggr || wc: (?) || tw: angst

Summary: Sigtryggr failed. But, at least he has his wedding to look forward to... right?

M o o d b o a r d s 

Enter the Wood

Spoiling with Ivar

Bloom

M i s c 

Love Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

E d i t s

Girlfriend

Ragnar + Ivar Comparison

Ragnar + Ivar Father and Son Aesthetic

[destinyisall-tlk]

Girllll im in love with Sigtryggr’s voice tooo!! im so happy you uploaded that😍 Like i love how calm his voice is, i could listen to it for hours. and that subtle accent he has when he pronounces that “r” like that, im weak everytime i hear him😂

at times his voice is sorta playful, which is really cute. like when he says "well then, i would say this love of honour makes you a dane". or "go on, i like this game" or even "i see the dane in her". i can practically hear him smirking through my headphones. 😅

[sagabrielle]

Alfred: Awkward. Plus, peasants shant touch the Lord King. Jealous wife.

Wolland: don't know enough about him. He'd have to buy me a drink first.

Erik: only if he knew you. Otherwise you might be risking death.

Aethelstan: also, so awkward. I think especially if you are a woman. Seems...shy.

Young ragnar: i think a hug would thoroughly perplex him if you weren't brida or uhtred.

Sigtryggr: side-hugger at most.

Uhtred: severely underestimated in the hug department. Dude is s t r e s s e d. He probably would really like a hug right about now.

Osferth: absolutely good hugs. Would give MORE hugs if the people around him would let him.

Sihtric: isn't going to initiate a hug, but if you give him one first he will totally hug you back.

Finan: loves hugs. Period. Especially after he's had a drink.