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[axelsagewrites]

Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

[dreamonseems]

Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

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Vikings imagine (Ragnar)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut

You went in the lake to go for a swim. Of course you were naked.

„What are you doing there?“, you heard your husband Ragnar. But he wasn’t talking to you. Just now you realised that Athelstan was watching you from the distance.

You pretented not so see or hear them.

„Nothing.“, Athelston replied but clearly he was lying.

Ragnar sighed „We offered you to join us just a few days ago, but you rejected it. Now you don’t deserve this view.“

It turned you on, knowing that those two were watching you. You started to rub your clit because you were getting horny.

You turned around while pinching your nipple.

Ragnar took his clothes off within seconds and walked towards you, followed by Athelstan who was still dressed.

Your husband reached you and said „Is that what you’re doing when I’m gone?“

You nodded and grinned cheekily.

„Do you think of me, while doing it to yourself?“, he asked while kissing your neck.

„Sometimes.“, you teased him. He slapped your bum.

„I always think of you.“, you said and kissed him.

„Athelstan, you stay here and watch us. As a lesson.“, he said.

It’s been a few months since you had slow sex or even did a foreplay. When he came home after been gone for months, you couldn’t wait and had rough sex.

Ragnar sucked your nipple and made sure Athelstan was watching. You wrapped your legs around Ragnar’s waist and felt his hard dick.

You moaned and rubbed your clit against his dick. He couldn’t resist anymore and started fucking you.

You both came together. Afterwards you went home and cuddled. Athelstan stayed in the water and asked himself, if it was a mistake rejecting the offer.

Maybe a Part 2? 🤔

[katttiia]

Ragnar's sons will be remembered!

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[sciencestyled]

Skalds, DNA, and a Winter So Cold It'd Freeze Your Horns Off: Ragnar Lodbrok Spills the Mead on Our Ancestors' Epic Survival

Ahoy, Tumblr kin! Gather 'round our digital campfire, for we've got a tale that'll make your modern-day struggles look like a walk in Valhalla. You see, Ragnar Lodbrok here, yes, the Viking hero of old, has taken a break from raiding to narrate a saga so epic, it'll make your ancestors' bones rattle with pride.

Picture this: 900,000 years ago, Earth was gripped by a winter so brutal, it made Jotunheim's frost giants look like icicles at a summer feast. Our ancestors, those plucky predecessors of ours, were facing a deep freeze that could freeze the blood in their veins. Not your everyday chill, but a freeze that would make the bravest warrior shiver in his fur boots.

You're probably scratching your head, wondering how a battle-hardened Viking like me knows about such ancient times. Well, I've been chatting with some scholarly types, like Nick Ashton and Chris Stringer. These brainy warriors have been scouring the past like I've scoured seas, using their smart-people tools to uncover secrets about this icy epoch.

During this frosty era, known as the Middle Pleistocene transition, our world transformed into a frozen wasteland. Forests bowed to the relentless march of ice, and creatures either adapted or kicked the bucket. Our ancestors, a hardy bunch, but not quite Vikings, were a leaner breed of human, struggling to survive in a world turning against them.

Ashton and Stringer, these scholarly heroes, say this merciless winter caused a 'population bottleneck.' Imagine trying to pour mead through a narrow horn, and only a trickle gets through. That's what happened. Their numbers dwindled, squeezed by the frosty grip of this endless winter, until there were only about 1,300 breeding warriors and shieldmaidens left.

These few, these brave few, clung to life like barnacles to a longship's hull. For almost 120,000 years, they battled this frigid foe. This wasn’t a battle of axes and swords, but of will, grit, and a burning desire to survive against the odds.

What's more, this chill left its mark on us, in our very genes. These modern-day seers have used FitCoal (Fast Infinitesimal Time Coalescent) magic, reading the runes hidden in our DNA to find traces of this struggle for survival.

So, raise your horns to those ancient warriors of survival. Their battle against a winter that would chill the bones of Ymir himself is a story we should never forget.

Now, let's talk about FitCoal, the seer’s tool more cunning than Loki. It's a method to peer deep into the past, using our genes. Think of it as a longship, not with oars and sails, but with the power to voyage back through the murky seas of time.

FitCoal is like having the sharpest-eyed raven in the skies. It looks at the patterns in our DNA and relays dispatches of our ancestors. They found that our forebears' numbers dwindled down to a mere 1,300 souls. For 120,000 years, they clung to life, their numbers as scant as leaves on trees in the dead of winter.

But how did these transformations occur? It was the result of unflinching pressure, the kind that turns coal into diamonds. This period of hardship may well have been the forge in which the chromosomal fusion, a hallmark of our species, was crafted.

Our ancestors' trials shaped our genome, carving out traits that would see us thrive in a world that was constantly shifting. Our capacity for adaptation, our unparalleled knack for survival, is their gift to us.

The future skalds, the scientists and storytellers of tomorrow, have yet to write their revelations, their discoveries yet to be told. The scripts of the past are a guide; it's their hand that will carve the scripts of the future.

So, there you have it, Tumblr folks. A story of survival, resilience, and icy battles that makes your winter woes look like a tropical vacation. Skål to our ancestors, the true heroes of humanity's saga! 🍻🗡️🛡️

[normatural]

Thunderstorm

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x reader

Request: Can you do “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” With Ragnar please?

Warnings: not revised, sorry

Words count: I’ll count later, sorry

A/N: it’s been years since I wrote this and since I can’t have any more ideas for this piece I’ll just post it already

Black clouds hovered the sky of Kattegat. Lightnings and thunders sharing space since the sunset, showing how angry Thor was. But that wasn’t enough to keep you locked inside the Great Hall.

Ragnar had came back from of one his travels for King Horik just in time. Both of you sitting on the thrones, getting warm by the fire lighted up in the middle of the room and the furs that covered your bodies. The only sound being heard was the water dropping outside and Thor beating his hammer merciless.

You got up from your place and walked to the front door, opening it enough to see outside. The streets were empty, most of the people were inside their cabins, looking for warm.

“What are you doing?” Ragnar asked when the small opening on the door became bigger, enough for a person to pass.

You stopped in your tracks, walking back to him with a childish smile on your face.

“There is only one way to find out, husband” you extended your hand to him, pulling him towards the exit as soon as he held your hand.

Before he could notice, you were standing abroad. The rain drops didn’t take a long time to make your bodies and clothes soaking wet.

A sigh left your lips when the cold breeze hit you, ignoring the shivers sent down your spine. Mentally, you thanked Thor for his temper.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” Ragnar asked, taking a deep breath. The man had already gave up to try and understand you. You were like a mystery, unpredictable.

“Don’t tell me that the great Ragnar Lothbrok is afraid of water” you provoked.

You walked until the docks, sitting on the end of the pier, knowing that he would be right behind you.

“Do you think you will miss our lands?” Your voice was almost muffled by the loud thunder and you turned to face Ragnar, who was right beside you now. “Or at least... me?”

If he could be honest, the thought has never crossed his mind. Valhalla was a place that he dreamed since childhood. Dinner with the mighty Gods, tons of battles and great warrios to fight everyday. The perfect Viking world. But part of him couldn’t contain his thirsty for adventure, the feeling of navigating in unknown seas, discover new lands, he wouldn’t be able to do that there.

“I think that we will find it out togheter, in the future” he shrugs his shoulders, pulling the furs tighter on his body. “By the Gods woman, you will make me freeze”

“You know that Hel is waiting me, Ragnar. I’m not a shieldmaiden or have I done magnificent things”

“You will bare my children, isn’t that great enough?” His hand landed on belly, caressing it softly. He couldn’t wait to see it growing with his child. “I had a dream.. with you”

The man throw you over his shoulder once the both of you stand up, earning a squeal from you while he said something about trying magnificent things already, heading back to the warm of your bed and furs.

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[peakywitch]

VIKINGS MASTERLIST

Hiii! This is my Vikings masterlist! Feel free to check my PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST (where I also write for Sean Wallace)! You can send my asks and requests here and you can check out my prompt list here ! Remember my page is a safe space, I am here for you. I hope you enjoy my writing! lots of love, Mar.

ANGST: ⚡️

FLUFF: ☁️

TRIGGER WARNING: 💥

MATURE LANGUAGE, +18 content: 🚨

IVAR LOTHBROK, the boneless.

PURE GOLD au ☁️ 🚨

Ivar raids in Northumbria with his lover. After finding a few treasures, they find a man hiding.

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ☁️🚨

y/n is jealous, and Ivar is a little drunk.

THE CRUMBLE AT MIDNIGHT ☁️⚡️

Ivar and Y/N aren't friends with benefits, they are life-long friends, that ocassionally share beds and share the beats of their hearts. But when Ivar is insecure and can't express himself correctly, he brokes someone's heart.

LIPS AND SKIN +18 🚨

Y/N made Ivar jealous during dinner, and he has to remind her who owns her.

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Ævi - The Protector

Hey, so this is going to be a mini series on something I have tried to do before. But I thought of a different way to make it shorter and to make it make more sense. I hope you like it, this idea has been in my head for honestly.. a couple of years now lol. I just decided I really want to put it down somewhere. And where is better than here? Am I right?! lol

Summary: This is set in 2010. There are no such things as superheroes. Right? Maybe Iron Man, but that is it. It has to be. Y/n was just trying to celebrate her birthday, but that quickly changed when she got a gift from a mysterious man.

Warnings: Fluff, violenc

Characters: Y/n, Bjorn Ironside, Odin, Heimdall, Thor, Loki, Freya, Hela, Ragnar Lothbrok, Floki, Lagertha, Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Rollo, Mentioned: Iron Man, OC Emma, OC Lars, OC Sanna, OC Nils, OC David

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Part 4 - last part, with a little sneak peak ;)

Bjorn had brought me to the longhouse where everybody already seemed to get ready for battle. Ragnar, Lagertha and Floki were suited up. I looked around and saw there was a gaping hole in the roof of the longhouse that people were trying to fix. “What happened here.” I asked, that seemed to gain everyone’s attention inside. “Uhm.. well, you. When that rainbow came down that was what we were left with.” Bjorn explained. “You are back! I knew the Gods were on our side.” Floki said as he walked over to me and hugged me tightly. I just awkwardly hugged him back. “Yeah, I guess I’m not dead.” I laughed awkwardly as well. “The Frost Giants are coming back soon. It is good you came back when you did.” Ragnar told me. “You look like you can fight.” He noted, looking at my clothes. I just nodded, still a bit unsure of myself and what I could do. I mean I trained, but actually having to fight.. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that. But I will non the less.

Then Sigurd came running in. “They’re here!” He said, referring most likely to the Frost Giants. “Let’s go!” Ragnar ordered and walked out to where the fight was.

We all followed him. And more people joined in. The people that couldn’t fight locked their doors in the hopes of surviving. “Where did you go?” asked Lagertha who started walking next to me. “I guess I was on Asgard.. I trained with Valkyries.” She seemed to light up by that comment. But besides that we were all quiet, getting ready for whatever we were soon going to face.

We were set up outside of Kattegat by a big field. Under any other circumstance it was beautiful here. The field was perfectly surrounded by trees and on both sides there were tall mountains and cliffs. But on the other side of the field was a large army of Frost Giants. The army parted and out walked what I guessed was the leader another Frost Giant and a woman with deer like horns on her head. 

“Are you ready?!” Ragnar said to no one in particular. 

“ Skeggǫld! Skálmǫld! Skildir ro Klofnir! Skeggǫld! Skálmǫld! Skildir ro Klofnir!” Floki was chanting and repeating, axe time, sword time, shields are splintered! These people were ready to fight for their lives. Everybody was chanting, waiting in anticipation until Ragnar would give the signal to attack. Behind us everybody was chanting and hitting their swords and axes on their shields. The Frost Giant army was also waiting on the signal to attack. You could hear awful screeches coming from there. Then the head of their army gave the signal to charge and the Frost Giants came running towards us. They were still far. “FRAM!” Forward, Ragnar yelled.

We all charged at the army of Frost Giants. We all ran as quickly as we could and I soon has a head start from everybody else. There were no excuses I had to fight. The Giants came closer and closer. I held my sword a little tighter and when the first few Giants were in reach I gave them my first blow as hard as I could and tried to use my energy I had in me with it. Tens of the Giants flew back hitting others in their army. I was a bit shocked for a brief second it actually worked, but I quickly recollected myself and charged at the other Giants coming for me. I kept on doing the same blow and making them fly back and hit others on their way to the ground. I now saw that the rest had caught up with me and started to fight. They were all good especially Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki, Bjorn and Ivar. Everything that came in their way they put down. Bjorn came next to me. “I knew you had it in you!” He yelled over all the commotion. “Learned from the best.” I retorted. “You definitely did not learn that from me.” He said jokingly. I smiled as at him before I took down another Giant.

Suddenly it felt like it started to get a lot colder. Freezing even. Looking up at the sky it was very clouded and it started to snow. “What is happening?!” I yelled. “I don’t know.” Bjorn answered back. But it clicked, it was the Frost Giants. They wanted another Ice age. “It is them!” I pointed briefly towards the leader and Hela with my sword. “Go! We got it handled!” Bjorn yelled. I saw Lagertha behind Bjorn and she gave me a nod.

But how was I supposed to get through this? There were so many of them. I walked back slightly before I charged at them again hoping to get through. I had an idea, but it was crazy. As I started running faster and faster right before I would come in contact with the Giants I jumped. And I flew over before I came to the ground again. I decided to do it again hitting the Giants out of the way before I jumped again. Soon I was out of the battlefield. I looked behind me and saw that some Giants noticed I got out. They charged at me, but I gave them another hard blow, I repeated it until they were all out of the way so I could move on to the leader and Hela.

I turned around and Hela was standing right in front of me. “Where is it?! Where did you hide it?!” Hela demanded. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I told her before she gave me a blow to my stomach that sent me flying back a couple of yards. “The stone! I could feel it on you! Where did you hide it?!” She demanded again standing over me. “I still don’t know what you are talking about lady. I don’t have any stone.” I retorted. “Fine have it your way than.” She was annoyed and pulled a knife out and held it in both hands. She came closer and I quickly kicked her feet and she fell stumbled back. I quickly gathered myself and stood up holding my sword in my hands pointing it towards her. “Oh, so you trained little girl. Still pathetic.” She gave me a sinister smile and charged at me. When she came close enough I gave all the strength I got and tried to hit her, but she easily caught me sword with her knifes. “Is that all you got?” She said mockingly. I decided to do what she did and kicked her in the stomach and she flew back. This wasn’t over, so I ran at her before jumping when as I was going down I pointed my sword at her to the ground. But she quickly stood up and hit me in the side with her foot again and I flew back.

Again I stood up ready to go at her I ran and jumped this time she dodged it and ran out of my reach. She went towards the mountains and I quickly followed her. She was very quick. I was keeping up and it felt like I came farther and farther with every jump I took, but it was all still new to me. She must have had year in experience of fighting, how was I going to win from that. In the mountains she used whatever power she had to throw rocks at me. At first I hit them out of the way with my sword, but soon it became too much and I had to shield myself. I was able to make a shield with my energy and protect myself. I still felt every rock that was being thrown against the shield I made.

“I see you still have it.” Hela stopped throwing the rocks, but I still kept my shield up. “How are you able to hide it now. She came closer and I followed every move she made, ready for whatever was going to happen next. “How are you now able to hide the stone?” She wondered out loud. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She rolled her eyes at that, but kept stepping closer. She was inspecting me, it felt like she was sniffing me out. “Ahhh, you had some witch spell put on you by mommy dearest.” She gave me that sinister smile again. “So you’ve been to Asgard and got some witchy training and now you think you can take all of us on?” This made me think she is not expecting for another army to come, which was good. “You don’t think I can take you?” I retorted challenging her. “Oh little girl, the only advantage you have is the stone, but you don’t even know what it all can do on it’s own. If you give it to me I can show you.” She stepped closer and put her hand out expecting me to just give her the stone. “I’m not giving you anything.” I told her. “You really don’t understand little girl. Life is literally in your hands. You can take it away just as much as giving it back. Let me show you.” Hela came even closer. Too close. So I blew the energy at her that was holding up my shield at her and she flew back, down the mountain.

I looked from my spot what was happening on the battlefield. Ragnar’s army was getting in trouble. I could see and almost feel that we had lost many people already. I wanted to help them, so I made a start down the mountain jumping towards the battlefield when I got hit by Hela. We both flew back towards the mountain and hit it hard. Rocks where flying everywhere. I quickly looked around and saw I lost my sword. I had nothing to defend myself with anymore. Hela noticed and again gave me her smile. She pulled her arm back and got her knife again I quickly out my hands in front of me to not her hit me, but she cut in my right arm doing so. I would need something after this on my arms to shield myself with..

I gathered all the energy I had and threw it at her making her stumble back again. I decided to not stay around and just jump down the mountain in the hopes of finding my sword. In a way I felt much stronger now, like I was letting the power in. I realized this as I jumped from a very high mountain and landed on the ground without falling. “This is something I could get used to.” I said under my breath. In the distance I could see my sword laying on the ground. I quickly ran towards it when I noticed something came behind me. It was Hela again. Why won’t she just.. die. I quickly turned around and blasted energy at her which made her fly back. She quickly stood again and threw knifes at me that appeared out of thin air. I dodged almost every single one of them until one cut me badly in my upper leg. “Ahh!” I groaned. Hela came closer and pushed me over. She put her foot on my chest and pushed me down. I couldn’t move. “Ready to tell me where the stone is?” She asked. I tried to struggle out of her grip, but to no avail. She made a bigger sword appear and cut my right arm. It burned a lot.

I tried again to get out her grip and in my struggle I noticed my sword only a few feet away. It felt like it was mocking me. So close yet so far. In a weak attempt I reached for it, but it was nowhere near close to reaching it. For some reason I still kept trying and then I noticed the sword moved. Like it knew I was reaching for it. “Where is the stone?!” I heard Hela say, but I ignored her and tried to reach for my sword again. And then it moved! It flew right or my hand. In a quick swing I hit Hela in her side.

Then looking on the other side of the battlefield the rainbow appeared and a whole army of Asgard was charging at the Frost Giants. Odin was going straight for the leader and started fighting him. He was gaining the upper hand until the leader was holding a blue square. The space stone. That’s how they got here. The Frost Giant used it to blast something out of it. Odin dodged it easily, but others fighting were frozen until the scattered. That’s why it turned cold. He was somehow using the stone. He needed to be stopped.

But I was still busy with Hela, I was hitting her with my sword over and over, finally gaining the upper hand. I hit her by her shoulders legs sides. Enough to do damage, but not enough to make her stop. I had an idea. It might not be good, but it would be something. I quickly ran towards the line of fire and Hela followed closely. Hopefully not noticing my idea. Right in front of me there was another blast that I barley missed. I lost my footing and Hela hit me with one of her knifes again hitting me by my cheek. “Give me the stone little girl.” She demanded. “Come and get it.” I retorted making her follow me again. As she started to come at me again she was perfectly lined up with the blasts from the space stone and she froze. Not the same as the others who shattered after. She was unable to move, but you could clearly she she still knew exactly what was going on. On my left I saw that the Asguardians had helped defeat the Frost Giants and Bjorn, Lagertha, Floki, Rollo, Ragnar and his sons were safe. On my right I saw Odin had gained the upper hand again and made the Frost Giant drop the space stone. With one swift jab the Frost Giant was no longer alive. We had won. We were safe.

Odin walked over towards me with the space stone in hand. “Daughter, you will no longer roam free in any of the nine realms. Your life will be bound to mine and for as long as I shall live you will be locked away.” Odin told a non moving Hela. I could see in her eyes she would want to scream at him, but she couldn’t. Though luck. “You did good y/n.” He told me as he put his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you.” I was proud of myself. I knew and felt I could do so much more, but this was a very good start at discovering my powers. Odin dropped his hand from my shoulder and handed me the space stone. “As the safe keeper of Life it might be a good idea if you hide this somewhere safe. I also heard of the other stones and where they might be. I think it would be best that you get them and hide them somewhere out of reach from everyone.” He went on the explain. I would be the safe keeper of all the stones, but where would I start hiding them? “But there are five other stones out there. Knowing it’s power, it probably wouldn’t be good to hide all of them here.. on earth.” I wondered out loud. “You have a whole galaxy to hide them.” He answered. With that he walked back to his army. “You are always welcome on Asgard. Just call for Heimdall and he will bring you to us.” He said as he was walking away.

“You were amazing!” Bjorn said as he was running up to me. “You were flying and then the all father came and helped us defeat them. This will go down in history as the greatest battle.” He told me excitedly. But this will go down as a myth. A story to tell children before they go to sleep. Nobody will believe what happened here. I would know. But I just nodded at Bjorn. “You are safe.” I told him, more reassuring myself. Nobody that I knew lost their life this battle, but if it is true what Odin said and I would love for maybe a thousand years, I knew that some day I would lose everybody I know. This thought I quickly pushed aside and decided to live in the moment. Bjorn embraced me, probably sensing I had some lingering thoughts of all of this. “You are safe.” He repeated. Before we locked lips for a brief moment. “What are you going to do with that box?” He asked looking down at the space stone. “I am going to hide it along with some other things. It is my job.” I explained.

-

And so I did just that. First I hid the space stone and for a while I stayed on earth. I had lived a full life, or as full as it could be, you know without the aging. Bjorn had been by my side the entire time and this life, this Viking life was coming to an end. I had explained Bjorn that soon there wouldn’t be any Vikings anymore. This broke his heart and I decided to do something about it. I asked Frey’s for help with a spell and put a barrier around the island of Kattegat. This way nobody from the outside could come in and disturb it. But if people wanted to leave Kattegat to live a more modern life, they were free to do so. They could only never return. Having this is something that made Bjorn very happy, something that would stay the same for as long as possible. But his last day came quickly.

I told him he was one of the lucky ones. He got to live a full life and have his last moments surrounded by family. “I love you Bjorn.” I told him crying. “I love you too. Now soon I will feast in Valhalla with my father and mother, drink with my brothers and when it is time for you, you will join me. Al though comparing yourself to me that might be a while. You have not aged a day since I met you. My beautiful y/n. I will love you in this life and the next to come. Live your life like your days are numbered my love.” And those where his last words. “Bjorn?” No response. I closed his eyes and kissed the top of his head. “I will always love you. Now go meet your family, they have been waiting for a long time.” I told him. Tears were falling down my cheeks.

For a while I still decided to stay on earth, but I had some work to do. Find the other infinity stones and keep them safe.

...

1941

“Oh come on Loki it’ll be fun! And besides you owe me. You were the one that convinced me to go to America in a time like this. We will just dance and then we’re out. Just an hour.” I told Loki excited to go dancing. “I told you I’m not dancing.” He responded. “Fine I’ll find somebody else to dance with than.” I looked around and saw a man with dark hair and broad shoulders standing by a bar. Perfect! I walked towards him and tapped his shoulder. His eyes were a beautiful steel blue color and it looked like he had a permanent smirk stuck on his face. “Hi! Would you like to have a dance with me?” I asked.

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Let me know what you think :)

And there obviously is a little sneak peak of what the next story will be. I had so much fun writing this, it had been in my head for such a long time!

[dreamonseems]

Líf

Don't mess with my wife

- Ok this is my first Ubbe fanfic it's short but kinda cute lol 😅

- I'm going to make this a series of one-shot stories, about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order just random stories about their lives.

Summary: Girl flirts with Ubbe. He warns her he's married, and his wife doesn't like other people trying to take what's hers.

Ubbe and his brothers were on a hunting trip, their pray led them to a nearby village. They decided to stay there for the night.

As they were talking to some of the farmers from the village. A young woman, approached them with some water for them to drink. Her father one of the farmers asked her to fetch it for them.

The woman was beautiful, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Ubbe's brother's eyes were all on her. Hvitserk the horny man that he is even tried his best to approach the young lady. Later that night while they were out by the fire. but she plain out refused him. As his brothers laughed at his attempt.

No one noticed but her eyes lay elsewhere. The minute the sons of Ragnar step foot in the village. She only noticed Ubbe she thought he was so handsome, especially his eyes. Deep bright blue eyes gave her shivers when she looked into them.

She heard him talking about his wife to his brothers. She didn't care so many men she knows sleep with other women why would he turn her down?

So the young lady approached Ubbe with a coy smile and began to flirt with him.

At first, Ubbe was taken aback by her advances. He had always been faithful to his wife and had no interest in this stranger. But the woman persisted, and soon, Ubbe began to feel uncomfortable. Finally, he turned to her and said,

"I appreciate your interest, but I am a married man. My heart belongs to my wife, Y/N. She is my soul mate and the love of my life."

The woman looked disappointed, how could he turn her down she has never experienced this before. Man fall to her feet. but Ubbe continued, "And let me tell you something. My wife is not someone to mess with. She used to be a great shieldmaiden, and she can handle herself in a fight. So you need to watch your step."

With that, Ubbe turned and walked away, leaving the young woman behind.

The next morning they made their way back to Kattegat, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have Y/N by his side. She was his partner in every sense of the word, and he knew that he would never betray her trust.

When he returned home, he told Y/N about the encounter with the young woman. She listened with a small smile on her face, knowing that her husband was truly devoted to her.

Together, they laughed about the young woman's audacity, and Y/N joked, "She wouldn't stand a chance against me anyway."

Ubbe smiled and pulled her close, grateful for the strong, fierce, and loving woman he had by his side. He knew that they were truly blessed to have found each other in this life, and he vowed to always protect their love, no matter what challenges they might face.

[otakufrenchfries]

Mom

Summary : (Ragnar x reader) when neither aslaug nor lagertha are mothers of the sons of ragnar. Why they never met their mother ?

Words : 1154

It was a morning like any other in Kattegat. The winter birds were chirping on their branches, the market was already bustling and teeming with people looking for what they were missing for their meal of the day. And as you would expect, it was not the biting cold of the northern winters that would prevent the brave Vikings of Kattegat from leaving their homes. Through this colony of buyers we could see five young men walking, or crawling, with a conquering step knowing without any doubt where they were to go under the orders of their father. We have just met Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar, the five children and boys of the great Ragnar Lotbrok. For them there was nothing strange or different about the situation, after all they were often called by their father for one reason or another. But this was not the case for Bjorn, although he was already called by their father like his brothers, but according to his recollection he had never called them all at the same time. When we arrived at the door of the great hall Bjorn had a strange impression, the one you get when you are about to discover something very important. Ubbe pushed open the large doors, which opened in a sinister creaking sound, finally giving access to the sight of Ragnar sitting on the great throne in the middle of the room.                                                   

"Come forward, I must reveal to you something extremely important."             The five brothers looked at each other disturbed and moved forward.

"I need to talk to you about your mother."

A heavy atmosphere filled the room when, in addition to their father's words, they noticed that neither Aslaug, the mother of the four youngest children, nor Lagertha, Bjorn's mother, was in the room with them.

"I'm going to lecture and simply, neither Aslaug nor Lagertha is the mother of any of you."

A deathly silence overwhelmed those present in the hall. The boys' breaths quickened, their eyes wide open and their thoughts going in all directions.

"Sorry?" Bjorn whispered.

Let's just say that only Bjorn had the courage to ask what everyone was thinking.

"I'll tell you the whole story and don't let any of you cut me off, is that clear? The questions will come later", Ragnar took a deep breath and said, "When I was your age I was careless and clumsy, one day when I went hunting with my father I got lost and met a young woman who was just as lost as I was in those woods. Before I approached her I observed her for a while and she was the most beautiful woman I ever had the chance to meet. Long curly brown hair that fell on her soft round chest, a body to make goddesses jealous and eyes as blue as the Baltic Sea. A wonderful discovery, isn't it? It was even better when I got closer, I was able to meet a sweet and shy young woman who loved flowers but who above all was running away from her father who wanted to marry her against her will. When we left each other at the edge of the forest she offered me a smile full of kindness and shyness, it was then that I promised myself that I would make her my wife and marry her. That's how I met your mother, you are not half brothers but full brothers, which also explains why Ivar you don't have hair as light as your brothers and I wanted to apologise, if you never met your mother it's my fault. I was far too jealous and possessive with her, I couldn't even bear to have my own sons in her arms so when you were born I took you and gave you to some of my old friends, the ones you consider to be your mothers".

The boys were speechless. They had spent their whole lives in the company of a woman they called a mother when she was not. The second shock came from the fact that they all had the same mother and that in the end they were not half-brothers.

"Know one thing, I never really loved Aslaug and Lagertha, the only woman I have ever loved is your mother. I imagine you are also wondering where she is or why she never came to see you?"

They nodded their heads, it is true that after this story they wondered if they could one day meet this woman they gave birth to.

"I locked her up so she wouldn't come out and look for you. She loves you all. Believe me when I tell you that she cried her eyes out when I took each of you from her arms when you were born. Your sister Gyda was the only one who knew about it, being a girl I didn't find it necessary to take her from her mother's arms."

"Can we meet her now? After all this time lying to us and taking her children from her, we all deserve it," Bjorn asked.

"I don't really have a choice, I've spent enough years watching her suffer because of me. I took away her right to have a family when I knew it was her biggest dream..." he stood up, "Follow me and we'll go visit her."

They all crossed the forest together on a little path not much used, they could without o=doubt imagine that this path was only used by their father. They came out in front of a small wooden house surrounded by large flower gardens. Ragnar motioned to them to wait a few seconds and walked straight towards the hut, entering without knocking. A few minutes passed when his father came out with a woman on his arm who looked their age but who resembled the description their father had given of their mother. She raised her head, froze and ran towards the hut, taking Hvitserk in her arms, who was further forward than the others.

"It is you!!! Is it really them?!" she shouted as she turned around to see Ragnar. - Yes darling, it is them," he smiled.

She observed them all meticulously, caressing their cheeks and taking them in her arms.

"You all look so much like your father, you can't imagine how happy I am to have you in my arms, last time you were only babies", she cried as she turned to Ivar, "You are Ivar, aren't you? You're the only dark-haired man like me in this family but also the only one whose name I had the right to choose, I'm sorry boys I've always loved you and prayed for you without ever knowing what name your father gave you".

After this meeting the boys could only say one thing. Their mother was much more maternal in a few minutes than Aslaug and Lagertha had been all their lives.

@hugopowell​ @thewrittingworldofeva​

[ninimackbrews]

Loves of my life. I screamed when my friend made these for me🤤

[sirensmojo]

Redamancy, 1: Fear Me

Summary: You’re a princess and have to stay in Kattegat cause your father is a new ally of King Ragnar, your beauty catches Ragnarson’s eyes but you solely show interest in Ivar The Boneless. No one understands what you see in him and your father shares he’d rather see you with a “healthy” son of Ragnar as much physically as mentally but you pit yourself against him and everyone else.

 Warnings: fierce reader, strong language, mushy(somehow)

Word Count: 3,001

* Masterlist *

Once you’re feet touch the dry land, your father was already welcomed by King Ragnar “My King here is my daughter, Y/N” your father says as he turns to you and you nodded your head to the man of multiples stories each one more crazy than the last“I am honored to meet you King Ragnar” you say and he chuckles to himself owning a smile from you. 

You followed him into the great hall where you take off your long coat, even if it sprang your father wanted you to wear it, he was so overprotective since you’re his only child regardless he knew you were far from fragile.

Once you got rid of that coat, you shake your head to free your black hair from the fabric whereas four men enter the hall. Their eyes landed on your long dress full of pearls when you hear King’s voice starting to present his sons to your father. 

Those men had the same blue eyes as their father but one of them peak your curiosity, it’s like even the white of his eyes is blue... 

You tilted your head trying to see better when his snappy eyes meet with yours, you intensify the look as to show him you will not surrender and you can see his expression become colder and colder. This is only when King Ragnar dismissed his sons that he breaks the stare and as you were watching him go away you noticed he hobbled with a crutch.

You get out following them and looked at Ivar from afar before slowly come nearer him “Hey you, the cripple!” you shout and everyone was now looking at you, like you said something you shouldn’t have because even his brothers glanced at you surprised by your words. 

Were they scared of their brother? Probably. Ivar stops walking and turns to glare at you, he doesn’t say anything and it seems like everyone around you hold their breath. 

You walk towards him and once you get in front of him you tilt your head to look deeper in his eyes “I like your eyes” you simply mutter, then you go away, you saw what you wanted to see. He looks over at you when you go away as you heard mumbling.

In the evening, you sat at the table of the King next to your father, the sons of Ragnar were in front of you each of them glancing at you here and there but all you could worry about was the eyes of the so-called Ivar. 

You were staring at him and your father soon noticed it “Y/N, why don’t you stop staring at people? “ he asks and you reluctantly stopped looking at Ivar to face your father “Why would I stop father?” you solemnly let out with a cheeky smile.

He simply exhales in disbelief and you smirk, you throw a dry fruit to Ivar’s face and slowly laugh as he lifts his gaze to yours. You raised your brows to tease him and he squints, his stare wasn’t as cold as earlier you took advantage of it and motioned your head to the door. 

You then get up and leave the room, you heard someone’s steps and you smiled to yourself “What is it with you?” he said and his smile grew wider “Your eyes, why are they... So blue?” He frowns “Why you’re hair so dark?” he responded and you raised your brows “I know there is something with them Ivar”

He locks his eyes with yours as he squints “You already know it, didn’t you called me a cripple?” “Yes, beca-” you started before being interrupted “So you got your answer” “But why does it have to do with your blue eyes, I don’t get it, please” you pleaded. “I was born with fragile bones, so fragile they might break just like that” he snaps his fingers and your eyes down to them. 

“My mother told my father if he would consume their marriage that night the son she will give him wouldn’t be “normal” and here I am” he motioned his hand at his body and you give him a cheeky smile “Not bad at all I must admit” you let out eyeing his features.

He shook his head and frown “What is wrong with you?” “Something is wrong with me because I find you kinda attractive?” “I am a cripple hello is there someone in here?” he touches your forehead with his index finger and you grabbed it “And I’m telling you you’re attractive don’t you heard me?” you snap back letting go of his hand. 

“Wait, what?” he asks with a raspy voice and you chuckle “Yeah, you didn’t hear it the first time but the second you did hear it Ivar don’t play like that” you hissed at him and he puts his hand on his face letting it rub down his mouth. You were gauging his reaction and see you could unsettle him that way made you want to laugh. You tried to muffle your laugh but it found a way out anyway.

“You’re making fun of me? Damn that’s low” says Ivar and he was about to leave when you called him. “I’m never telling things I don’t mean, do never insinuate I am a liar, I don’t want to fight with the son of my freshly new father’s ally” you frowned your brows and gave him a cold look.

“So you’re not startled about fighting with a Prince of Kattegat but only bother by the idea of getting into your father’s business” he concludes with a mocking tone. “You do have a brain, wow more and more interesting” you tease him and he shrugs “You annoy me I’m out” and this time you let him go, looking at him you tilt your head and smiled to yourself.

So his mother had the ability of clairvoyance, you thought to yourself ‘he is born out of two spiritual souls, he can’t be nothing less than amazing’ you thought again. 

Later that night you took off your dress and get into the bathtub when the door opened. “What are you doing here? Gods...” said Ivar being a nervous wreck, he placed his hand on his eyes before letting out a long sigh. “I just want to talk” you bluntly said. “Of course you need to get into my room and my bathtub to just talk “ he shook his head and you nodded.

“The last time I wanted to talk you left me in the cold at night” you pout. “We both know it didn’t happen that way, right?” he raised a brow as you straighten one of your legs out of water. “Okay, if you want to play it that way, you got all my attention” “I knew I had to get naked to get your attention” you teased him as coming nearer the edge of the bathtub. 

The man hobbles to the end of his bed and sat down looking at your face “Why did you come with your father, he was only needed here, not you” he lets out and it’s when the words left his mouth that he realizes how harsh this sounds, he winces gauging your reaction. You couldn’t care less, you were fiddling with a damp strand of hair not even looking at him, he sighed in relief but also wondered what kind of woman were you...

“My mother is dead, so nobody will watch over me there and my father is overprotective as I am his first and only child” you simply say and you lift your gaze to meet his “Come nearer, I want to see your eyes again” you give him a tiny smile and he can’t help but obey silently. Your smile only grew wider while looking at his strange bluish eyes. “This is beyond beautiful” you murmur as your fingers flew over his traits whereas he didn’t move.

***

A week later, you motioned your head to the door and he left the table before you too followed him, “Let’s walk a little” you offered “I don’t want to walk” “I don’t care about your crutch” “Stop saying things like this seriously” he lifts his gaze to yours “But you keep acting like you have to hide from me you’re a cripple...” you frown. “Because you keep telling me you like who I am” he whispers with a broken voice.

“I don’t” you shook your head. He blinks at you “So you don’t like who I am?” he finally asks and this time you are the one blinking at him “I didn’t say that”. He furrowed his brows “What the fuck Y/N” and you hold back a laugh “I never said I liked who you are, I only showed you and you conclude that I liked who you were” you say.

“Does it change something?” he asks and you nodded “ It changes everything, because it means you’re able to understand people, and you are so stubborn to think you’re a bad person that you don’t see how perceptive and clever you are” you began to walk. “Come on” you added and he followed you in silence, meditating on what you said to him. 

Back to the great hall you both entered but no one was here anymore “Did we got out that long?” you ask as Ivar hobbled to the corridor that leads to his room. “Wait” you scramble to him “I want...my father...” you tried to say something but the words wouldn’t make a sentence. 

You felt Ivar’s callous hand on your arm gently stroking your skin in an attempt to soothe you, you took a breath in and gave him a tiny smile.“When he is drunk I can’t sleep in the same room as him” you simply say and he opened the door of his room “Come in” he firmly says. 

You run toward the bed and slump on it, then you began to undress “Y/N you got that nasty habit of getting undress whenever I’m here” he suddenly closed his eyes and looks away. He finally installs in his bed and soon enough you joined him, he was carefully and intently looking at you as you bring closer him to your naked body. 

“Are you scared of me..?” you ask as your skin gets to touch his, he closed the gap between your two faces sealing his lips to yours. You break the kiss and cup his face with your hand and he leans into another kiss “Why would I be?” he finally responds and he places his hand on your neck, sending a power supply down your spine.

“So why you keep believing I fear you?” you let out and he looks away. “I could never fear someone that is already covered in fear” you added and he glanced at you “Your secrets are safe with me, and so are you” you kissed him again.

***

At the table, you were sat next to Sigurd and Ubbe “It seems like you got something for my little brother” began the older one “To my dismay, I must admit” added the youngest and you chuckled to yourself “you ain’t got nothing he has” you let out and they shrug.

“Thanks to the gods, no” adds Sigurd and you tilt your head looking at him with bloodlust thinking about how you could make him stop talking. He, maybe, discovered your thoughts because he is now trying to avoid your look. 

“She reminds me of Margaret” shrug Hvitserk and you look at him with sweet eyes as he was the one you liked the most out of the three men “As crazy as her, for sure” mutters Sigurd and you frown once again looking at him as he hardly swallows. 

“A Margaret that isn’t afraid of Ivar, the opposite actually” replies Ubbe and you drank your cup of mead without even wanting to know who that Magaret was. Ivar finally comes in and as he placed his crutch against the table you throw him something that was in your hand, he lets out a groan and sat down before glaring at you.

“Is everything fine love?” you ask him and he fakes a smile to you before looking away “Everything was fine until I saw you Y/N” he hissed and that only made you smile. “Come on Ivar we all know here there’s something between you two,” said Sigurd whereas his other brothers remained silent even though they were staring at Ivar waiting for him to confirm. 

“There’s nothing she is annoying and useless” he harshly say and that made you laugh. Hvitserk looks at you in disbelief wondering how could you be indifferent to such violence. 

“Come on, where did you two go during the feast? One leaves the table and mysteriously seconds after the other follows. You always slip away together! Every evening when we eat you leave the table and I wonder what you’re doing when you’re alone” shouts Sigurd.

And this time you had enough, you throw your full cup of mead towards his face, and when he ducks narrowly avoiding it a smile grew on Ivar’s face. “You were looking for trouble” he calmly said as to excuse your angry outburst. 

Sigurd glanced at his brother and clenched his jaw, he saw the dark in your eyes earlier and didn’t want to taste it so he stays silent only frowning. “I see you already act like family Y/N” Ragnar step in and you chuckle glancing at Ivar that was looking at you with nothing but lustful and greedy eyes. 

“Y/N!” you father shouts, you stop walking “Where are you going?” he asks “Training in the woods” you reply and he frowns “I don’t see any guard” “I’m training with Ivar The Boneless” you firmly said as if to show him you were safe. 

He exhales “I don’t like seeing you that close to him, you heard the same thing as me about him, you can’t trust him” “I am not you father, and I refuse to be led by what people say, I just feel things by my own and then make a decision” you calmly said and he furrows his brows.

“I hope you’ll take that decision soon, he is not the only man out here”. And you understood perfectly what your father meant, he wanted you to marry one of the Ragnarsons, this is why he brings you here in the first place. 

You decide to let him think you will obey, for now, you didn’t want to be in a bad mood before going to Ivar as you knew himself was surely in a bad mood, just as always. Once you reach the log where he was sitting you grinned to him “What is it with that face?” he tried to unsettle you. 

“I’m alone...with you,” you say as you took a bow and an arrow. He remained silent for a moment “You were serious the other night” he says “About what?” “You know about what Y/N don’t play dumb” he hissed and you chuckle as you loosen the grip on the rope, the arrow coming in between the two eyes of the hind’s head. 

He looks at the arrow and furrows his brows before glancing at you “What kind of princess are you?” he asks to himself “What kind of Prince are you?” you ask back and he tilts his head “No but seriously, I know nothing about you” you pout and he looked away” you don’t need to know anything, and you know already much more than people around me” “I don’t need to, I want to, idiot” you rectify him.

“How can you annoy me that much Y/N, I don’t get it” “It’s called caring Ivar, you hate me but can’t stay away too long” you loosen the grip once more and the arrow slice the one that was already there. “I never miss my target” you proudly say as you turn on yourself lifting your arms in the air. You close your eyes and your hips slowly move to music’s notes only present in your mind. 

Ivar shook his head in disbelief “You do... things to me Y/N, it’s frightening” he murmurs as his eyes stared on every movement your body undertakes. You smile “Don’t waste your spit with that kind of words, I already know all of this” you tell him as you throw an ax his way. He turns his head to the side to avoid it.

 “You’re crazy, why on earth do I care about that” he shook his head and motioned you. “Easy cripple or I might become less soft!” you shout and he rolled his eyes to you.

You scramble to him as he grabs your wrist and pulls it till your body collides with his as he lets out a groan, your eyes fluttered and your heart was pounding in your chest. Your lips half-open called for Ivar’s ones and he couldn’t anymore, he leaned into an eager kiss. 

Your arms wrap around his neck and pressed him closer to you as his hands were holding your face as if you could disappear at any moment. You kiss him back with much intensity, you then lock your glimmering eyes into his sparkling ones and he came tenderly kissing your lips again.

Following part ❱

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Imagine Mornings with Ragnar

Waking up with the tickles of his beard on your neck

He’d be insistent on being back inside you, not a want, a need

He’d make you purr beneath him, it’d be his goal. See how many times you whimper under him, over him, however

He’d lock his kids out, they’d be known to intrude and when he’s with you the only intrusion is him

Ragnar talks. Always of things he wants to do, and how he needs you by his side to get them done

All of his dreams include you, he’s cheesy. You love it.

You’d laugh when he pulled out a carton of milk and cereal from the fridge by his bed

He yearns for seclusion so the two of you being alone would be his goal. The ultimate goal

Ragnar would keep you naked beneath the covers, all day only stop for fuel and to watch his shows

(IMAGINE THAT MAN CRUSH MONDAY ™)

Let me know if I’m getting on your nerves lmao. Lunch break writing. Back to work now