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hellisateenagewerewolf · 4 months ago

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VIKINGS

SILVER BONES

Prologue

Summary

Iris is a Viking goddess, daughter of the powerful warrior-queen Lagertha and the god-like figure Ragnar. When Lagertha casts her out, fearing her daughter’s growing power and potential to surpass her, Iris is forced to grow up with her father and brothers in the harsh Viking world. As Iris matures, she becomes entangled in a complicated relationship with Ivar, her brother—one marked by growing tension, desire, and a dangerous pull of attraction.

This forbidden bond only escalates as both Iris and Ivar wrestle with their destinies and roles in their family’s legacy. However, the conflict between their parents reaches a breaking point when Lagertha, in a moment of deep betrayal, kills Ivar’s mother. This brutal act sparks an all-out war between Iris’s family and Ivar’s, plunging them into a world of violence, bloodshed, and fractured loyalties.

Amid the chaos, Iris must confront her dual heritage—caught between her divine lineage and the mortal, violent world she was born into. She grapples with her identity, torn between her love for Ivar and the loyalty to a family that once rejected her. The story weaves themes of forbidden love, betrayal, and the destructive nature of ambition, as both families clash in a bloody, inevitable conflict.

Settings : Viking Era

Warning: 18+

Theme song : Nothing Matters by The last dinner party

It was a dark cool night, everyone was sleeping peacefully. Except for one person; Lagertha . For what she didn’t know was that the gods were watching her but more importantly watching her womb for it was about to unleash complete and utter destruction upon the world.

Laying in bed Lagertha began to stir, she was dreaming, a terrible dream. She was drowning, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of dark blue water. Her long white gown gifted to her body through her dream was swaying gracefully against the currents. Her long beautiful hair free of braids shaped around her body as if it was a crown placed upon her head. As she kept floating what she didn’t see was a long cold hand reaching deep into the water and pulling her out harshly. The sound of the water beat against her ears and the waves shook her body.

Experiencing this odd blessing of the gods Lagertha jumped out of her sleep, gasping for air, her hand clutching her chest, tears falling down her face. Quickly realizing she jumped out of her bed grabbing her cloak and placing her shoes on. Turning around behind her she started at the empty bed behind her. Tired of seeing that she was alone with no one except for this horrible excuse for a husband, but she had no baby, which she has desperately wanted since Bjorn has grown older, she closed her eyes with grief and began her journey through the storm to the all knowing , the one that knew what she would eventually unleash into the world ; The seer.

running through the village Lagertha frantically left her foot prints in the mud. she was scared, what could have the dream meant. the harsh wind and the nonstop rain drenching and whipping her every which way. Lagertha had no clue what was happening all she knew was something was gonna happen better yet someone was gonna happen, but who ?

to busy in her thoughts she didn't notice that the seer was looking for as well. he stood in the middle of the village, hood cloaked over him and the black abyss of shadows covering his face. if she didnt know of the seer she would have thought he was the gods coming to claim her life. " what is this ? do you know what it was" Lagertha frantically pushed out. of her mouth as she quickly approached the seer.

Not saying anything he just stares down at her. The two just stood there, rain pounding down on them, the lightning drowning their ears with sound. " why won't you answer me, what does it mean ?" shouted Lagertha, she was being to get fed up. The seer just tilts his head the left, " Those who fear thy they carry " softly spoke the seer as he raised his hand up to lagertha gently placing it upon her stomach " thy will be destroyed by whom thy creates, so thy must end creations for all time, or thy will grow to create with destruction "

hearing the seers word lagertha's face began to be painted In fear. scared she slaps the seers hand off her stomach" you make no sense I can't carry another, I have tried" fed up with the seer Lagertha begins to turn and walk away but not before turning to look at the seer " I should have killed you for you tell me nothing but lies and utter nonsense for you told me yourself that I can't carry another".

--- kattegat ---

Lagertha was resting in front of the fire eating for she had just finished a long travel to Kattegat to fight with Ragnar. Bjorn was still excited to be reunited with his father so he was in the house playing with is new discovered brothers. Lagertha didn't want to see the children or Aslaug for she didn't know what she would to her right now.

standing at the entrance of their hut stood Ragnar. He was staring at Lagertha, she was beautiful with her big blue eyes and her long blonde hair. but what he loved the most was how fierce she was , no one could stop Lagertha. seeing her husband at the threshold Aslaug started to feel jealous. " Ragnar, come I want to show you something" spoke Aslaug trying to find anyway to get his attention back on her. Not caring about anything in this moment but the beautiful fierce woman that was once and still is the love of his life, Ragnar quickly left the hut but not before lying to Aslaug " Im gonna go check on Bjorn" with him quickly rushing out he never noticed that bjorn was in their bedroom playing with the children.

not scared but still nervous Ragnar slowly walked up to Lagertha and sat in front of her. not saying anything he picked up a plate of food and began eating, occasionally he looked up just to make eye contact with her. Not in the mood for his games Lagertha spoke up " don't you have a wife and children to look after" she spat while tilting her head and smirked. rolling his neck Ragnar swallowed his food while setting bowl down. " Cant I see an old friend" raising his eyebrow he dared her to speak.

Tired of his shit she stood up and began walking to her tent that was kindly set up by her men. Not willing to lose the catch Ragnar began to follow her, pulling the flap to her tent open and stepping inside as if he owned the place. Lagertha unknowing began to remove her jewelry while occasionally sipping the mead on her stand. once her jewelry was off she began taking her armor off. Being as infatuated and longing as Ragnar was he stood in the shadows watching as Lagertha began undressing.

" I'm no fool Ragnar I know you are there " stopping mid way with taking her clothes off she turn around and stares directly where he stood. guilty he walked into the light his eyes holding a glimmer in it, like they were hiding something, something that hasn't been let out in years. " what are you doing in my tent, if you seek pleasure ask your wife" not liking what he heard Ragnar scuffs in dislike while rolling his eyes " Lagertha let me ask you something, have you remarried ? " caught off guard lagertha rolled her eyes " what I have done in my life is none of your business"

" uhh but see it is because you are important to me and I know even if you don't our story is not over yet" starring in disbelief and anger she quickly turn around grabbing the cup of mead and threw it at Ragnar " you have no right to say that for you slept with another" nodding Ragnar walked closer to her closing her in so she can't escape. " I know what I have done but the seer, the gods tell me you are holding something, something that must be done, something that only we as one must complete"

hearing his words lagertha snapped she picked up anything she could find and began to beat Ragnar with it . Item after item thrown just to make him feel the pain she was feeling. dodging every item Ragnar swiftly mad his way to her capturing her in his arms, flushing her body against his. They both stood there, eyes locked, breath fanning each others face. They both knew what they wanted but both struggled to make a move for one was scorned and the other was in the wrong.

but no matter how hard they fought it, it will always be just Lagertha and Ragnar, no matter how many times she was scorned and he was wrong. their blood and their bodies will always be drawn to each other for the gods knew what they were planning and what they needed to be created, and there was only two people who could create the blood of a god .

Unknowing that it was the gods that set them up they laid together that night creating the start and end to the world.

THE NEXT MORNING

The sky was gloomy, and Ragnar was still naked but not alone. His body was embraced with lagertha’s body. Both of the exhausted and sweaty from their nightly activities, just slayed there. Eyes closed and face relaxed as there bodies finally got to feel the touch of one another. But even thought Ragnar may be peaceful, the consequences definitely weren’t. For he had to face the wrath, Aslaug.

The camp was awake and everyone was wondering where Ragnar was. Ragnar was currently standing in lagertha’s tent putting his clothes back on. As he pulled his shirt on he turned his head slightly to start at lagertha.

The woman he once loved, the woman he will always love. He stared, memorizing the curve of her body, the feeling of her skin as the caressed each other. He knew what he had done and why, yes he may love aslaug but deep down he will always cherish LAGERTHA for she is the carrier of his heart .

Coming back to reality Ragnar shook his head as he rubbed his face with both hands. Turning around he hastily pulled the door open and left hoping no one saw. As he walked away one tear slightly ran down his poker face as his heart broke even more as He knew that he would never have her again.

Later that day

The fire crackled in the hearth, the warmth of the flames contrasting sharply with the coldness that had settled in Aslaug’s heart. She sat in their shared chamber, her pregnant belly swollen with the child she carried—a son, she hoped, though at this moment, it mattered little. The flickering shadows cast by the fire danced on the stone walls, but the room felt far too small, too suffocating, for the storm that raged inside her.

Aslaug had always known the complexity of Ragnar’s heart. She had accepted that he was a man of many loves, many desires—his passion was a wild, untamed force, much like the land they ruled. But she had never expected to find herself in this position—betrayed, humiliated, and utterly broken.

The door to their chamber opened slowly, the sound of the wood creaking faintly, and Ragnar entered. He looked weary, battle-worn, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes—satisfaction, perhaps even smugness.

He closed the door behind him and stood still for a moment, as if sensing the tension in the air. His gaze drifted to Aslaug, but she refused to meet his eyes. Instead, she stared into the fire, her hands folded over her pregnant belly.

“Aslaug,” Ragnar said softly, taking a step forward. “I’ve returned.”

“Yes, I can see that,” she replied, her voice cold, cutting through the air like a knife. “It must have been a very pleasant return, Ragnar.” Ragnar’s brow furrowed. He took another step, closer now, his hand outstretched as if to touch her, to calm her. But Aslaug recoiled, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. The hurt in her eyes was clear, but it was the fury that truly showed.

“You went to her,” Aslaug said, her voice rising, betraying the shaking rage beneath. “You spent the night with Lagertha.” The words felt like venom on her tongue, each syllable dripping with betrayal. She stood up abruptly, her hands gripping her swollen belly for support as she took a step toward him.

Ragnar opened his mouth to speak, but Aslaug silenced him with a raised hand.

“Do not try to explain,” she spat. “I have no patience for your lies, Ragnar. I know what you did.”

The truth hit her like a wave. She could feel the weight of it pressing on her chest. Lagertha. The woman who had been his first love, the one he had left behind for her—Aslaug. And yet, after everything, she was still there. Still in his heart. Still in his bed.

“How could you?” Aslaug’s voice cracked, and she fought to keep the tears at bay. “I am carrying your child, Ragnar. A son who will carry your name. And you choose her. You choose the woman who has always haunted us both.”

Ragnar stepped forward, this time reaching for her arm, his grip gentle but firm.

“Aslaug,” he said, his tone softer now. “You know how I feel about you, about this family. Lagertha… she was my past. But you, Aslaug, you are my future.”Aslaug jerked away from him, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt.

“My future?” she scoffed bitterly, tears threatening to spill over. “You slept with her. You spent the night with her, Ragnar. Tell me that was about the future. Tell me that was about us.”

Ragnar’s face twisted with guilt, and he lowered his gaze, his hands resting at his sides.“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” he murmured. “It was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Aslaug’s voice shook with a mixture of disbelief and fury. “Do you think I am some fool, Ragnar? Do you think I will accept that as an answer? Do you think I will allow you to walk in and out of my life, betraying me with her, like it’s nothing?”

She took a step back, her chest heaving with emotion, her pregnant belly between them like an invisible barrier.

“You say you want me to bear your child. But do you truly want me, Ragnar? Or do you want me as a possession, a way to hold onto the family you think you should have? While you play with your first love in the dark corners of our home.”

Ragnar swallowed hard, guilt and regret swirling in his chest. He had no defense. No words to fix this, not with Aslaug’s fury so raw, so painfully clear. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice rough, strained.Aslaug shook her head, her eyes flashing with something more than hurt—pride.

“Then why do you?” she whispered, the pain seeping into every syllable. “Why do you wound me with every touch, with every word? You cannot have both of us, Ragnar. Not now. Not ever again.”

There was a long, tense silence between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Ragnar stared at her, unable to find the words that might undo the damage he had caused.Aslaug turned away from him, her body trembling with the mix of rage, hurt, and something darker—a decision that had begun to form deep within her.

“I will bear your son,” she said coldly, her voice low. “But make no mistake, Ragnar. You will never have me again.” And with that, she turned her back on him, her hand resting against her belly as if it could shield her from the pain.

Ragnar stood there, motionless, his heart sinking with the weight of his actions. But Aslaug had already made up her mind. There would be no going back for either of them. The walls between them had already been built—high, strong, and unyielding.

And it was all his doing.

Months later

It was a cold rainy day, labor nurses were running around like chickens with their heads cut off . Each nurse was grabbing something, water, towels, sterile tools, herbs, anything they thought could help.

Everyone was freighted due to their jarl giving birth. “Aaaahhhh” yelled lagertha ,as her womb was trying to force a child out of her. A child that she was told she’ll never have. A child that will grow up to be stronger than any person ever to grace the earth. all the wet nurses finally gathered around into the room of Lagertha. placing all their equipment down the began to work. one nurse began to knot sheets on to the bed post on each side; so that Lagertha will have something to grip. the other nurse grabbed a cool cloth and began to wipe the sweat of her head.

As they were working the head nurse came in, rolling up her sleeves and pulling a stool infant pf the bed in order to help birth Lagerthas baby. " water please ", yelled the head nurse as she held her hands up to be cleaned. quickly running over one of the assistants began to quickly clean her hands.

frantic Lagertha just laid there , eyes blood shot, face covered in sweat. she was thinking why ? how did this happen to her ? why was she meant to have this baby when she couldn't have the others. she may have been confused but there was someone who new exactly what they were doing ; THE GODS .

pulling lagertha's thin white undergown up over her legs and began to measure how dilated she was. " jarl it's time for you to push , this baby wants out." hearing this the other nurses began to help adjust the jarl. Lagertha turned over on to all fours and wrapped each arm into one of the sheets knotted to the bed.

The emotion of pure pain rushed through her veins. Pushing as hard as she could lagertha screamed releasing the sound of child birth. “ jarl please you need to breathe” said the worried midwife .” Fuck off I will breathe as I please “ yelled a sweaty and frustrated lagertha.

The bed and her body soaked in sweat and child birth. Still pushing lagertha started to lose strength dropping down to rest on her elbow. Fire that's all she felt shoot through her body. From her head to her toes. " what is happening to me !!!"yelled lagertha as tears bridged her eyes. Scared to answer the midwife stayed quiet as they never seen anything like this before.

The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the distant sound of the northern winds howling against the walls. Inside, the room was tense with the anticipation of life and death, for a child was about to be born—a child whose fate was bound to the gods themselves. upon the birthing bed, her body slick with sweat, her face contorted in pain. The iron strength she had wielded in countless battles was nowhere to be found in this moment. Instead, she was at the mercy of an ancient force—one that would either tear her apart or bring forth life into the world.

Lagertha could not focus. Not on her breath, not on the midwife’s words. All she could feel was the power, the raw, untamed force of the birth. The child inside her was not just a mortal infant—it was something more. Even in her pain, Lagertha could sense it, as if the very blood running through her veins was infused with ancient magic.

With a guttural cry, Lagertha’s body twisted, her muscles strained, and the world around her seemed to fade, leaving only the darkness and the agony. She could hear the voices of the gods in the wind, whispers of something great, something powerful. And then, the moment came.

The room was filled with the sharp, bloody scent of birth, but it was accompanied by something else—something that made the air crackle with energy. The child’s first cry was not a mere wail. It was a roar, primal and wild, like the voice of the earth itself, calling out to the heavens.

Lagertha, exhausted and trembling, opened her eyes just as the midwife placed the child in her arms. Her breath hitched as she gazed down at the infant, the glow of the fire dancing in the child’s dark, raven-black hair. The newborn’s skin, smeared with blood, seemed to shimmer faintly with an otherworldly light, a soft, ethereal glow that sent a chill down Lagertha’s spine.

The baby’s eyes, though not yet open, seemed to hold an ancient knowledge, a depth that went beyond her years. There was a fire in those eyes, a fierce light that seemed to burn from within. Lagertha’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that this child was no ordinary mortal. This was a child of destiny—a child who would walk among the gods and the warriors.

The midwife, her hands trembling as she wiped the child’s face, whispered in awe, “She is marked by the gods, Lagertha. This one will be great. The gods themselves have chosen her.”

Lagertha’s eyes filled with tears, a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. She held the child close, her breath ragged as she whispered, “Isis. Her name will be Isis.” As the fire crackled and the wind howled outside, Lagertha could feel the presence of something larger than herself—the weight of prophecy, the weight of fate. She had given birth not just to a daughter, but to a force that would shape the world. The pain, the blood, the terror—those things were nothing compared to the weight of the future.

The room seemed to darken, as though the night itself had come to claim the moment, and yet the fire blazed brightly, casting long shadows across Lagertha’s face. She looked down at her daughter, her heart filled with both awe and fear. This child was destined for greatness, for war, for the gods. And though Lagertha had borne many battles, this was the greatest of them all.

As the wind howled louder, as if in response to the birth of the child, Lagertha knew in her heart that the world would never be the same. The gods had given her a daughter—one who would grow to wield power and wrath beyond mortal understanding. And when the time came, Isis would rise like a storm, fierce and unstoppable.

The birth had been bloody. It had been painful. But it had been mystical—marked by the gods, bound by destiny.

And so, the child of the north, the daughter of Lagertha, was born.

The world had just begun to tremble.

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imaginesmai · 2 years ago

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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson

Enemies to lovers, forced-marriage and based on the Disney movie The Swan princess. Here is what is probably the work I’m proudest of. Things you need to know before reading:

- As a medieval fic, there will be typical misoginist behaviours, racisims at some points and stereotypes.

- In this fic, Ubbe is from Mercia, not a viking, but a prince. His whole family is ruling that country, while yours rules over Wessex.

- Ivan doesn’t exist. I had to erase a brother for the plot I’M SORRY.

- It hasn’t been proof-read. So, if you find any mistake, please let me know!

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Preface: Ubbe and you meet for the first time, foreshadowing what your relationship is going to be like.

1st part: Just like any other summer, you have to leave your country. Just like any other summer, Ubbe has to open his to your annoying presence.

2nd part: your sixteenth-first encounter goes as good as planned.

3rd part: Aslaug tries to push you closer to Ubbe, leaving you in a vulnerable situation. When faced with a group of soldiers, they don't hesitate to make their opinion about you crystal clear.

4rd part: The soldiers’ attitude forces your father to make a decision, and you finally see an end to your engagement. Only that, when presented with the chance, you’re not so sure.

5th part: No longer under the pressure of an arranged marriage and with the hunting raid around the corner, you can almost taste your freedom. But something new awakens and neither Ubbe and you know how to deal with it.

6th part: The morning of the hunting raid arrives, and new feelings are revealed.

7th part: Ubbe and you take important decisions, about your future and the future of your kingdoms, not knowing that something bigger than you is happening outside the castle’s walls.

8th part: tragedy strikes when you least expect it.

Want to read more? Check out my side blog @imaginesmaimasterlists, where I keep all the masterlists! Feedback is always appreciated

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mads-weasley · 3 months ago

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7. The Offer

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Knock. Knock.

The door swung open with a creak, and a warm, earthy smell drifted through the threshold. “Little Hvitserk! What a surprise,” Liv laughed, waving him inside with a sweep of her hand.

“Thank you.”

Hvitserk stepped inside, his boots leaving a faint snow trail on the floor. His eyes scanned the small space, the warmth of the hearth wrapping around him as he took in the familiar sight of shelves lined with jars of dried herbs and small trinkets. Her small fire crackled in the corner, and its orange glow danced over the walls

“Not much has changed,” he said, his voice a little softer, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his words.

Liv chuckled. “I think I might have a few more grey hairs.”

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as he sat at her table. The scent of fresh-baked bread drifted from the counter where a loaf rested cooling. He glanced at her, the flickering firelight catching her eyes as she regarded him with a knowing smile.

“You know I meant the house.”

“Oh, I know.” Liv waved her hand dismissively. “What brings you by today?” Liv asked once she settled across from him, her eyes gleaming with mischief…as if she already knew his answer.

Why had he come?

Hvitserk paused as he pondered her question. He did want to see an old friend, but he also had questions he wanted answered.

“I haven’t seen Eira in a few days,” she stated, breaking his train of thought. “She is why you are here, yes?”

How did she know what he was thinking?

A soft chuckle escaped Hvitserk’s lips. He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking as his thoughts shifted. “I will never understand how you do that,” he sighed. “Read my mind.”

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you pick up on a few things.”

Hvitserk studied her for a moment. There was a truth to her words, but he also felt there was something deeper to her ability to see through him. Was it a gift from the gods? Or just the wisdom that came with age? She had always been there, watching over him like a hawk, stopping him before he could act on many of his reckless impulses as a child.

“What do you know about Eira?” he asked finally.

Over the previous week, he’d only gotten a few answers from the woman. She moved to Kattegat two years ago, she was a healer…that’s about all he knew.

Liv nodded to herself for a few seconds as she searched her mind for an answer. “As much as I like to meddle, I cannot tell you much, Hvitserk. I am sorry.”

“What do-”

She held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “I will say this: she feels her emotions deeply, much like you.”

Hvitserk leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as she continued.

“Loss has a way of hardening hearts, especially when repeated. Trust is not something easily earned after all of that. You will have to work for it, Hvitserk. Give her time to trust you, and she’ll see who you really are, my dear boy.” Liv gently placed her hand atop his. “She will see the Hvitserk I know.”

Even more questions floated in his mind after Liv’s insight. Who had she lost? What had she lost? But the woman’s words sounded about right. Nothing about Eira was easy…down to merely keeping her in sight. It was no surprise that he’d have to work to earn her trust. She’d first have to trust him to truly believe he was his own person outside of Ivar’s shadow, that he was not his brother.

Each day in Kattegat became more suffocating, and Hvitserk didn’t know how much longer he could bear it, so the sooner she was convinced, the better. He stood and gently squeezed her shoulder as he walked toward the door. “Thank you, Liv. For everything.”

The door’s loud creak once again filled the house, but Liv’s voice stopped him before he could close it completely. “Tell Eira I said hello!” she called, a sly grin plastered on her lips as she looked at him over her shoulder.

“Goodbye, Liv.”

Hvitserk’s eyes scanned the street before him, and he noted the absence of the normal hustle and bustle of the town. When he’d last spoken to Eira, she’d mentioned a sickness that was starting to spread, and if the almost abandoned street was any indicator, it had gotten worse. He couldn’t remember the last time the roads of Kattegat were this vacant…this empty. The usual chatter of vendors and children’s laughter was nowhere to be found.

Hvitserk pondered Liv’s advice as he shoved his hands into his cloak to shield them from the biting wind. His feet carried him forward, though he paid little attention to where he was going. His mind wandered to Eira, as it often did.

He didn’t understand her…not in the slightest. While it made sense that she’d despised him because of his brother’s cruelty and his own inaction, Liv’s words of Eira’s repeated loss added another layer to the woman.

Who had she lost to make her so hesitant to trust?

So far, the only people she’d seemed comfortable around were Liv, Arne, and presumably his family. Liv was no surprise, for she had that effect on people. Eira lived alone, as far as he could tell, and she never spoke about family…not that she spoke to him about much of anything.

Hvitserk wasn’t sure how long he had been walking. The air was crisp and his breaths clouded faintly in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere, still tangled in thought. He had barely registered where his feet were leading him until a voice called out.

“Ragnarsson?”

He looked up sharply and froze. Eira stood a short distance away, her basket full of herbs and jars tucked against her hip, her blonde hair loosely braided and peeking out from beneath her hood. Her expression was a combination of surprise and something closer to exasperation.

Hvitserk hesitated. “Eira.”

“Can I help you?”

Hvitserk opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t have an answer…not one that made sense, at least. “I-” He paused, frowning at his lack of clarity. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to come here.”

Eira’s brows lifted slightly, a hint of humor in her expression. “You just happened to wander all the way here from the longhouse? Seems like a strange coincidence.”

“I only came from Liv’s,” he defended. “She says hello.”

Her gaze fell to the snow-covered ground and she bit her cheek trying to hide a smirk. “So you did intend on finding me.”

“Did I?” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint, nervous smile. He shifted his weight and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to continue.

Her smirk fell almost instantly, however, and an exhausted look replaced it as she walked past him, her gray cloak billowing behind her.

Just like that, her moment of mirth was over.

“The sickness has spread, Hvitserk. I do not have time for your questions.”

“Where are you going?” he asked, turning on his heel to trail behind her.

“There’s a family near the edge of town. The mother is very sick and I need to check on her and her children,” she explained, her voice heavy. The sickness had spread too quickly, and there were only so many hands to help.

Hvitserk’s gaze followed her, his brow furrowed. “How bad is it?”

Eira paused and glanced down at the basket in her hands as she adjusted it slightly. “Several. Too many to count,” she said shakily. It was the first shred of emotion Hvitserk had seen from her since the docks, and the broken sound shifted something inside him.

“I can help,” Hvitserk said quietly, stepping closer to her.

She raised her gaze from the ground to meet his. “Help?” she asked. Her tone was cautious, guarded, though it didn’t carry the usual sharpness she reserved for him. “You’re no healer, Hvitserk.”

“I know,” he said almost matter-of-factly. “But I can follow directions, do what you tell me. If there’s something I can do, I’ll do it.”

“Why?”

Hvitserk didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flitted away and focused on the ground for a moment before lifting to meet hers again. “Because I can’t just stand here and do nothing,” he muttered, the words coming out with more force than he intended. “I’ve done enough of that.”

Was she hearing this correctly?

Hvitserk Ragnarsson was acknowledging his shortcomings, his mistakes, and was actually doing something about it. Eira’s eyes lingered on his face for a long moment. She seemed to be weighing his words, her grip tightening on the basket in her hands. If she was being truthful, she needed all the help she could get, and he was the only one offering. Finally, she let out a soft sigh and glanced away.

“If you truly want to help, I won’t stop you,” she said softly, her voice still lacking its edge. “But you’ll need to do exactly as I say. No arguments, no questions.”

“Understood.”

She prayed the gods would forgive her if this backfired…that Vali would forgive her for associating with the enemy.

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entitled-fangirl · 4 months ago

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if.... IF I was to write for Vikings...

I'M ONLY ON S2 SO EVERY OTHER CHARACTER WILL JUST HAVE TO WAIT

#vikings tv #ragnar lothbrok #rollo lothbrok #bjorn ironside #floki the boat builder #athelstan #lagertha #vikings fanfiction #vikings x reader #vikings series #vikings fandom #vikings #ragnar lothbrok x reader #ragnar lothbrok imagine #rollo lothbrok x reader #rollo lothbrok imagine #aslaug

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bluemargotrobbie · 1 year ago

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LAGERTHA Y EL LEGADO DE RAGNAR ☠️⚔️

Era entendible las miradas de odio de los hijos de Ragnar y aquella bruja...aunque las de Seren también lo eran, perdió a su madre por su venganza pero las de su hijo ...esa si le dolían más. Nunca la había mirado así

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

🖋: Sol_Andersen93 (wattpad)

🌎: vikings

💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

#vikingos #ragnar lodbrok #lagertha #bjorn ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #hvitserk x reader #ivar the boneless #serenbjorntottir #elizabeth #aslaug #sigurd #love #revenge #i hate her #vikings #bridget regan #alexander ludwig #travis fimmel

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not-that-syndrigast · 2 years ago

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ive been on some crack recently, so here's PT. 1 of Taylor swift as Vikings:

You belong with me - Athelstan and Ragnar

First of all, it's from Athelstans POV, obviously a bit bolder than he canonically is but that's not the point. Its set around season three when Athelstan, Ragnar and Aslaug are all in Kattegat. My comments will be in yellow because it's my favourite color

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset"

Girlfriend = Aslaug, not on the phone but she was indeed upset at him

"She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do"

as much of a girlboss Aslaug is, she really didn't know Ragnar

"I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do"

Athelstan was there when Ragnar first found England (technically), he was around for most important events and I'm sure Aslaug didn't really care

"But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers"

short skirts = aslaugs epic expensive clothes, cheer captain = queen, while Athelstan doesn't really think he's important

"Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you"

especially in sense of Ragnars want to see new places and to explore Athelstan was the only one who understood him

"Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me"

athelstan knew Ragnar since he was a farmer on his little farm

"Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?"

do I have to comment this?

"And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?"

I would actually interpret this part more as Ragnars general hatred of being king, it brought him down, not just aslaug

"She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me"

I would only repeat myself here

"Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me"

especially as lagertha wasn't around, Athelstan was the only one who saw Ragnar outside of his king beeinh

"Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night"

house or England to save him? Or whenever he talks to Athelstan because he only ever trusted Athelstan

"I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me 'bout your dreams"

I'm repeating myself but that's the whole point, Ragnar as a character was always distant and kind of depressed and sad unless Athelstan was around because Athelstan brought out his dreams and wishes

"Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me Can't you see that I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me"

Look above

Next: Ragnar/Athelstan (again) or hvitserk cause I have some great ones for him?

#Vikings #ragnar lothbrok #athelstan #athelnar #ragnar x athelstan #taylor swift #fearless #you belong with me #aslaug

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multific · 2 years ago

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In Love with a Monster

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

A/N: Dedicated to the one and only @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

Summary: Being in an arranged marriage, you told your husband was a monster.

"He is a monster, yet you want me to marry him?!"

"It is best for our kingdom. And it is final, you will marry Ivar!" your father's words sent shivers down your spine. You have been arguing and trying to reason with him for the past hours to no avail.

Your father was a stubborn man, ever since you lost your mother, it got worse.

But having you marry a Viking?

He said it was to ensure the relationship since Vikings were great at fights.

He explained that soon, a carriage will arrive for you and you will be taken to Kattegat to your husband.

And it was final.

You felt betrayed by your own father.

But what did you expect?

You knew he had been looking for a husband for you. You just never expected that he would find such a man, or as he said, a monster.

You had a terrible nightmare, dreaming of monsters as you woke up in cold sweat.

Your life might as well end now.

But the next day, just as your father said, the carriage arrived and soon, you were on a boat sailing towards your demise and misery.

To be married to a Viking monster.

---

Ivar on the other hand was rather excited. When his mother told him about a Princess he will marry, he found himself to be rather excited and nervous.

He walked with his brothers towards the waters, seeing the boat, Ivar let out a sigh.

Hoping his bride would not be too afraid of him.

---

As you got off the boat a kind woman stepped forward. She was the Queen, wife of Ragnar, Aslaug.

"Meet my sons, this is Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk and your husband to be, Ivar." you kindly bowed to all of them and you could feel them staring at you. You wondered if your dress was possibly too much. You knew better than to stare but you did notice the weird contraption around Ivar's legs.

"He is a cripple, he cannot walk but do not let that fool you, he is a monster, a terrible murderer who would take down an army by himself." your father's words rang in your head.

"Currently the wedding is being planned so I think it would be best to let you rest, I'll show you to your room." said Aslaug, breaking the silence.

You nodded one last time and the men in front of you before turning to follow their mother. She guided you to a house and inside she showed you a room. "Now, this would be only before your wedding, of course after it, you would be with Ivar. Welcome to Kattegat." she smiled before leaving you alone in the room to get ready for the wedding.

You let out a sigh.

"Are all monsters this handsome?" you said to yourself quietly before two servants arrived to get you dressed.

---

"You are lucky, Brother!" said Hvitserk as he patted Ivar on the back, they all walked off the docks, heading to their business. "She is a beauty!"

"And a Princess! You are clearly mother's favourite child, giving you such a bride. OR she just feels sorry for you." said Sigurd but Ivar didn't pay any mind to him.

His mind was filled with you.

How beautiful you looked, how shy you were. He was certain you have seen his legs, or at least heard about them.

Ivar couldn't stop thinking about you. His senses were filled as he could recall a small whiff of your scent. Such a sweet and innocent woman you were, he could tell.

You will be the perfect wife and a great Viking.

His princess.

---

You looked at yourself in your gown as the servants left and gave you some space.

You felt your hands shake, you knew you were about to be married to a monster.

You were terrified.

You learned a long time ago that people with beautiful faces can be the most cruel.

And it is what you expected.

---

Ivar watched you walk towards him. Looking like a goddess, Ivar's breath was taken away immediately.

He could tell his brothers also had the same thought.

Soon, you will be his wife, only his.

He could see your hands shake as you said your vows.

You were his now.

His woman.

His wife.

His Princess.

His.

As the wedding concluded, now it was time for celebration. Everyone danced, drank and ate.

Ivar saw you looking around, as if trying to learn the habits. Ivar liked that you were willing.

You, on the other hand, stared at all these people while feeling the burning looks coming from your left, Ivar kept staring at you, making you nervous.

You didn't want the night to end. You were terrified of being alone with him. You did everything that you could just to avoid being alone with him.

You were rather surprised that Ivar didn't do anything that evening. He showed you his home but that was it, he soon headed to his bed and slept. Leaving you and your thoughts alone.

You were thankful he didn't force you.

---

This went on for a couple of days.

Ivar either ignored or barely acknowledged your presence.

And you, were terrified of him. Being how your father put all these ideas into your head before he sent you off.

Slowly, you started to believe they weren't true.

A monster would surely have hurt you or forced you. Ivar never did.

A monster would hurt you or leave you out in the cold. Ivar never did. Instead, he invited you into his home, his bed even, gave you furs and always made sure the fire was crackling away in its place.

During the first days, you would be afraid to fall asleep, fearing he would try something while you weren't aware of it.

But not anymore.

Slowly but surely you were coming around.

You often heard his brothers tease him about his legs. You wondered if you should say something, but you never did.

Until tonight. When Sigurd decided to be cruel. Ivar was crawling on the floor towards Sigurd when he laughed and pulled the chair back, making Ivar fall.

You hit the table and stood up. Your eyes locked with Sigurd's you felt everyone staring at you as the room went completely silent.

Sigurd smirked.

"Would the princess like to say something?" his mocking tone changed something inside you.

"We already know you have a tiny cock Sigurd. No need taunt my husband to try and prove otherwise." Sigurd's eyes nearly fell out of his head as Ubbe and Hvitserk laughed. Sigurd looked at Ivar before he walked out of the room, you sat back and finished your meal.

You had no idea what came over you. But you certainly didn't regret it.

"So, you do talk." said Ubbe and it made you look at him.

"Of course I do."

"You have fire in you. You'll be a great Viking." he said as he leaned back in his chair, smirking but you only looked back at your food as you ate.

You didn't look at Ivar intentionally.

But he was looking at you.

You actually stood up for him. While everyone just sat there laughing, you actually stepped up and defended him.

And he was grateful.

He had a feeling it wasn't out of pity but rather you had enough of his brother's teasing.

Ivar smiled to himself as he headed back to his bed. Having his little wife defend him felt truly great. Before, only his mother stood up for him, but now, you did too.

Ivar knew you are afraid of him. It is clear in your actions. But as he pulled his shirt off and laid back in his bed, closing his eyes, all he could think about was you and how beautiful you looked as you told his brother off.

When you entered the room, your eyes were immediately drawn to Ivar. He looked to be asleep on the bed, furs pooling around his waist and his chest on full display.

You were rather taken aback.

You have never seen him like this before.

You were shocked. He looked so peaceful and soft.

The tattoos adoring his chest only made his skin more stunning. The fireplace gave his skin a gorgeous glow.

You wanted nothing more in that moment than to run your fingers over the ink on his skin.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch.

He looked so comfortable, you wanted nothing more than be held by his arms.

Those strong arms.

You took silent steps, fearing you would wake him. But as you moved to lay down, he stirred as he turned and looked at you.

"I didn't mean to wake you." you said with a low voice. His eyes searched yours, slowly he moved in bed, slightly getting closer to you.

"Are you still afraid of me?" his sudden question made you question yourself.

Sure, during the last couple days, he had been nothing but kind to you.

And it did make you wonder.

He was surely not a monster.

"I don't know." your answer was honest, but you wouldn't say you were scared it was more cautious.

Cautious because you feared you might have fallen in love with him. And you weren't sure what to do with these feelings.

"My father told me about you before I arrived and I don't think he was right."

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me you were a monster, covered in blood with a wicked smile. Tole me you were a rough man and I would be happy to live a day within your claws. But, I believe he was wrong." you looked down at your hands before looking up into his beautiful eyes. "You have been nothing but kind towards me. I heard you in the kitchen making sure everything was to my liking. You asked your mother for advice and I heard her talk with you about me. I judged you prematurely, and for that, I apologize."

"You are very different from us." he said moving to sit against the pillows. "Your dresses, your hair, the way you speak, eat. I'm simply mesmerised. I feel like I'm falling in love with you, yet don't know anything about you."

There was a moment of silence as you tried to process what he just told you.

"You can be angry and proud, but you can also be gentle and caring. I wouldn't say I love you Ivar, but I can say that I can see myself falling in love with you. I believe we could be happy together here in Kattegat."

"You defended me today. Only my mother did that before."

"I simply had enough of your brother. He believes teasing you would prove his strength but it only shows his weakness. I do like your family however. I do not have siblings, so it is nice to see."

"How many times did Hvisterk try and bed you?" you let out a sigh.

"About... five. But even so, he never touched or forced me. He just simply asked, which I always declined."

"I know you did. He would have told me if he fucked you."

"D-Don't say it like that, please! I wouldn't... sleep with your brother anyway. I believe in the unity of marriage it is sacred."

"I know you do." Ivar smiled. "Whatever should I do to make you love me, you name it."

"I believe you are already doing enough just by being so patient with me. If you could... I-I would like to be your wife, not just the woman who sleeps in your room. I wish to be a real wife to you as you would be a real husband."

"Tell me what is it you mean by that." Ivar moved even closer, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. You looked deeper into his eyes.

"I wish for us to find love in one another. A companionship. I wish to be the one who can calm you when you are the most angry. I wish for us to kiss and make love. To have a future and a happy life."

"You speak so sweetly. Your father was not fully wrong however. I did kill many before and I will continue to do so. If that bothers you-"

"I doesn't. It is who you are. I see it now. It is how Viking's are. I do not want to change you. I quite like you the way you are."

"Even my legs?"

"I do not care for your legs. I believe God had to take something from you otherwise you would have been too powerful." your hand moved to his neck as you pulled him closer until your lips met his.

You were still why and Ivar could sense that, so he decided to take lead and kiss you with passion.

He soon pulled back, "Now that we kissed, I believe it is time to make love." the way he said it, his accent made a shiver run down you spine, he moved you close to him, his lips finding your neck as his hand held your waist.

You felt your hands shake but this time, it was more excitement than nervousness.

---

The next morning you woke up to a feeling rather strange, someone was holding you and you felt more tired than you should.

Then after just a second, the memories came back.

Suddenly, you realized who the arms belonged to and just why you were naked.

It was very early as you could tell, Kattegat was still asleep.

And judging by the soft snores behind you, so was Ivar.

Last night was the first ever you spent with him, it was the perfect night.

And now, feeling his breath on your neck as his arms held you to his chest, you felt at ease. You felt happy.

You managed to fall in love with the monster.

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axelsagewrites · 1 year ago

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Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

Masterlist here

As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?” Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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blakeswritingimagines · 8 months ago

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How They View You

Ragnar: He views you as his equal, someone with whom he can find solace and comfort in. Someone who stands by his side in difficult times, he values loyalty and honesty above all in a partner, and he cherishes the moments you spend together. He needs someone who understands his duties and responsibilities and is willing to support him through every step of the way. But most importantly, he wants someone who he can love wholeheartedly.

Athelstan: He views you as an equal and a companion, someone he can trust and rely on in all things. You are his confidant, his support, and his source of comfort and strength. Together, you are an unstoppable team, capable of achieving anything you set your mind to. Your bond is strong and unbreakable, built on mutual respect and understanding. He knows he can always count on you to be by his side, and he will always strive to be the best partner he can possibly be for you.

Floki: He views you as very bold, and kind but stubborn and loyal to an admirable degree as well. You challenge him, of course, but in a way he finds endearing. A fierce and quick-witted tongue that gets you into many a predicament. A person of contradictions but one worthy of his love.

Lagertha: She views you as an equal, someone who understands and complements her strengths and weaknesses. You are an intellectual match for her and someone she can deeply trust and confide in. But above all, you are her loyal and dedicated partner who loves her for who she is, and she returns that love tenfold.

Aslaug: She sees you as a treasured companion, whose company she finds both exhilarating and comforting, a constant source of fascination and surprise. Your intelligence, wit, and grace are constantly on display but you also have the uncanny ability to see through any facade. When she's with you, she feels like she can be completely herself. You are the person she knows she can count on to always tell her the truth, no matter how hard it is to hear.

Bjorn: He sees you as... difficult. Headstrong, unyielding, and always questioning his intentions. You challenge him in ways he has never been challenged before. But there is a fire in you that he cannot ignore. Despite your differences, he is inexplicably drawn to you. You are unlike anyone he has ever met, and he can feel your presence whenever you are near. You have a strength and courage that he admires, even when it leads to your conflicts.

Ubbe: He views you as an equal, a companion. With admiration and respect, he cannot deny the natural power dynamic at play. He is a prince, after all, and it is expected that he leads. But you have a mind of your own, a fire in your eyes, and a strength that both surprises and captivates him.

Hvitserk: He sees you as brave, independent, and a bit reckless. You have a connection beyond words, you know exactly what he's thinking before he even has to speak. You are feisty with a sharp tongue but kind and compassionate at heart. He views you as a strong and beautiful individual, a true warrior in your own right.

Sigurd: He sees you as a true friend and trusted advisor, someone who is always there for him, no matter what. He trusts you completely and values your opinions and advice. You are someone he can rely on and confide in, and someone who always has his best interests at heart.

Ivar: He views you as a fierce supporter who stands beside him and brings balance to his life. That you are witty and intelligent. Someone who brings a sense of grounding and understanding, but also someone who knows how to have a playful side. A true God/Goddess from head to toe and someone who he knows he can trust with his life.

Halfdan: He sees you as his rock, his equal, and his best friend. He can trust you implicitly and he would do anything for you. Your dynamic is built on mutual respect and admiration, you uplift each other and are always there for one another in good times and bad. You are each other's biggest supporter and cheerleader. He views his partner as someone who brings out the best in himand makes him strive to be a better person.

Harald: He views you as an equal, a trusted confidant and ally. He values your opinion and takes your advice seriously. He enjoys your company, whether it be quiet moments together or thrilling adventures. He sees you not just as a romantic interest, but as a partner in life, someone who he can envision a future of ruling, fighting, and living life with. He is fiercely loyal to you, protecting you at all costs and making sure you always feel loved.

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imtryingbuck · 24 days ago

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The queens daughter.

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Pairing: Ivar Ragnarsson x fem!Reader

Summary: Ivar falls in love with a woman without even getting to know her, yet her mum is the woman he hates more than anything.

Word count: 1,672

Warnings: slight angst. fluff. doesn’t necessarily follow the series.

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Lagertha was now queen. A constant reminder of that fact was the many shieldmaidens she had brought with her to Kattegat.

Despite how much he hated the woman who killed his dear mother in cold blood, he couldn’t complain about the new women setting up home around him. One in particular caught his eye. He truly thought that Freya herself had created this woman, he had never seen such beauty before. He would sit on the steps of the Great Hall with his eyes trained on her as she moved through the market with a sweet smile on her lips as she greeted those around her.

For a month he kept watching her, and whilst never knowing her name he fell in love with her.

The Great Hall was packed with people celebrating Bjorn’s safe return from the Mediterranean, Ivar watched as Lagertha’s face lit up and the softest smile replace the straight line her lips had been in for as long as he was watching her, curious to what made her smile he followed her eye-line. Bjorn, nothing special about him, he thought to himself. Bjorn with his arms wrapped around a woman, he frowned - he didn’t realise that his oldest brother had a new wife.

But then the woman turns to face Lagertha, it was the woman from the market.

He was pretty sure everyone could hear his heart break.

Of course the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on was with his brother. Even if he had never gained the courage to speak to her, of course she chose his brother over him.

He sits there with his blunt nails digging into the arm of his chair watching as Bjorn presses a sweet kiss to her forehead, a smile taking residence on her lips as she walks up the Lagertha. Rolling his eyes as the oldest of Ragnar’s sons makes his way over to his younger brothers with a smirk on his lips. “What’s with the sour look?”

Ubbe shook his head - a grin making a way on his lips, Hvitserk shrugged and brought his cup to his mouth, Sigurd didn’t even bother to look up. “Who is that?” Ivar asked.

“Who?”

“That woman you were talking to.”

“My sister.” He shrugs, grabbing a cup and downing the mead.

All four of them looked up at Bjorn with questioning looks on their faces. “Gyda? Father said she died.” Ubbe finally spoke.

“Yes she did. That’s Y/n.”

“You have another sister? Is she Ragnar’s?”

Chuckling, Bjorn shook his head. “No, her father is Kalf.”

“And Lagertha is her mum?” Hvitserk asked.

“No.” The oldest said with sarcasm. “Of course Lagertha is her mum.”

As his brothers talked Ivar kept his eyes on her watching as she laughed along with her mum and Astrid - the thought of this woman who he had fallen in love with was the daughter of the same woman who had murdered his mother made him feel sick, yet oddly enough he wanted to see what would happen if he confessed his feelings to her.

He was Ivar the Boneless. He was the son of Ragnar Lothbrok. He was the son of Aslaug Sigurdsdottir. So why was he so nervous to walk up to Y/n? He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even realise that she was walking up to him until she was right in front of him. “Hi.”

“H-hello.”

“Are you okay?”

“Why?”

She shrugs, picking at the handle of her sword that’s attached to her hip. “You seem conflicted.”

“What do you mean?”

“You look like you don’t know whether you're going left or right.” He frowns at her - his eyes rolling as she grins. “It’s a hard decision I’ll admit, left or right - who can decide?”

“You're hilarious.” He deadpans. “What do you want?”

“Thank you and nothing, just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Oh okay.” Kicking a stone lightly watching as people walked quickly past them with their heads downwards. “I- I’m sorry for your loss.”

Scoffing, his bright blue eyes scanning her form up and down. “Your mother killed mine and you're saying sorry?”

“I didn’t know what my mum was planning, I swear.”

“Doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“I guess not but I’m still sorry.”

“Where is your father?”

“Dead.” She says with a shrug. “Mum killed him.”

“She killed your father?”

“Yeah, but he had it coming.” Moving over to the steps leading to the blacksmiths, she patted the space next to her - smiling softly when he moved to sit next to her. “It happened before I was born so obviously I didn’t know him but Bjorn told me the truth after mum lied to me.”

Twiddling with the loose string on his gloves he frowns at her. “What did she lie about?”

“She told me he was a good man, and that he died from an illness. She thought she was protecting me from the truth, I understand, I guess.” Smiling at some of the shieldmaidens that walked by heading towards the training grounds, she carries on. “But it was Bjorn that told me the truth one night when I asked him about my father.”

“I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She grins up at him. “I don’t blame my mum for what she did.”

From that moment onwards the two would be seen together almost everyday, spending their days either in the woods or the beach away from prying eyes and talking about everything and anything. Ivars eyes would roll at her when she would try to sneak up on him and jump over him, always asking with a grin if she scared him.

Bjorn had started to notice the way Ivars eyes lit up everytime Y/n entered the great hall. Ubbe was the one who noticed that Ivar was trying to control his anger - especially when Y/n was around. Hvitserk quickly noticed that Ivar was quick to shut him down whenever he spoke of Y/n, and Sigurd… he didn’t care for either one of them.

When it came to her daughter Lagertha was overbearing. She knew this herself. Y/n knew this. Even Bjorn knew this. But she had already lost one daughter, she wasn’t going to do it again, she knew every aspect of her daughter's life. So it didn’t come to a surprise when she began to suspect that something was going on between Y/n and Ivar.

“Hello flower.” Wrapping her arms around her daughter, she presses a kiss to her head.

“Hi mum.”

Taking a seat next to her youngest, she watches as Y/n pushes her food around the plate - clearly uninterested in her meal. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Does this have anything to do with Ivar?” Y/n’s eyes snap up to her mothers, her mouth opening and closing before lowering her head. “I take that as a yes. Has he hurt you?”

“No! No he hasn’t.”

“So what’s got you upset, my pretty girl?”

“I like him but I know it’s wrong.” She rushes out. “We have the same brother-”

“Different parents.”

“It’s still wrong though isn’t it?”

“Does it feel wrong?”

“No… not really.”

“Then it’s not.” Placing her hands on Y/n’s she smiles softly. “Does he feel the same?”

Her cheeks instantly turned bright red. The memory of them two in the woods flashed through her eyes.

Ivar was picking at the stick in his hands as Y/n sat to his left creating a daisy chain, the pair sat in comfortable silence as Ivars bright blue eyes went from the stick to her face - a grin on his lips as he watches her tongue poke out as she concentrates on the task at hand.

“Y/n…”

“Yes?”

“I- I like you.”

Her head snapped up at this. His eyes focused on the tree in front of them as she stared at him. “Are- are you serious?”

“Yes, unfortunately for you the cripple likes y-”

She cuts him off by pressing her lips to his.

“Darling?” Lagertha's soft voice snaps her out of the memory. A subtle grin on her lips. “Does he?”

“Yes, and we kissed.”

The blonde haired queen smiles softly once more, tucking in a few stray hairs behind Y/n’s ear. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Standing with a soft groan she presses a kiss to her daughters forehead. “Goodnight flower.”

Bjorn wasn’t too pleased to see his sister - who he still saw her as a baby much to her annoyance - sitting very close to Ivar. Lagertha rolled her eyes at him as he gripped his cup tighter and tighter when Ivar placed a kiss to Y/n’s lips.

“They’re married Bjorn, they’ll be doing much more than kiss-”

“Don’t.” Her oldest child grumbled. “That’s my sister and brother you are talking about, I don’t want that image in my head.”

Four months prior, Ivar walked into the great hall with his head held high as he locked eyes with Lagertha. “Queen Lagertha, I’m here to ask for your blessing to marry Y/n.”

Y/n choked on her mead, Ubbe rubbing her back as Hvitserk and Sigurd laughed as she spat the liquid out. And Bjorn sat there still as a statue. She had no idea he was going to ask her mum for her blessing, they had only spoken once about marriage and that was when her mum was receiving letters of marriage proposals.

“You wish to marry my daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.”

A celebration was held for the newly engaged couple.

Two months after their marriage Ivar had finally forgiven his mother in law for murdering his mother after the pair had a heart to heart one night.

Several months after that, Y/n and Ivar happily told their family that they were expecting their first child. Everyone was extremely happy, even Bjorn… after a while.

“I love you Y/n.” Ivar whispered one night as they laid in bed together.

“And I love you Ivar.”

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bravo4iscool · 8 months ago

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i’ll never forgive bjorn for treating siggy bad, so take this🤪 (kinda fix-it, kinda not)

(bjorn ironside x fem!servant!reader)

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“shhh little siggy,” you coo as you rock the small girl around in your arms. “do not cry, everything is okay.” she’s been fussy for hours now and nothing seemed to be able to calm her down.

you didn’t know what to do. you’d tried everything already. so, the only solution you knew was to search for your mistress aslaug. she made caring for siggy your main task but told you to search for her when you didn’t know what to do.

you keep the girl to your chest, a blanket draped over her as you make your way towards the great hall. surely aslaug would be there…

one of the men in front of the hall helps you open the heavy wooden door and you give him a thankful smile. once you’re inside you freeze. aslaug wasn’t there. or so it seemed.

two pairs of eyes stared at you. ragnar and…bjorn.

you slightly bow and press siggy to your chest. you knew bjorn wasn’t fond of his daughter. otherwise he would be the one caring for her, not some slave that his stepmother owned.

“i’m sorry my lord,” you hastily apologize, already retreating. “i—i was searching for queen aslaug.” you wince when siggy starts to cry again. you wanted her to stop, but you didn’t know how.

ragnar keeps his gaze on your before he stands up without a word. you swallow, your grip on the girl tightening. slowly the king walks towards you, extending his arms once he came to a halt in front of you.

“give my granddaughter to me, will you,” he mumbles and what where you supposed to say? no? you hesitatingly pull siggy away from your chest and give her to ragnar.

he smiles down at her once he cradles her in his arms, slightly rocking her around. “look at you,” he whispers. “are you making trouble, mhh?” he wants to know, tickling her cheek with his finger.

you carefully watch ragnar as he holds the little girl in his arms, your eyes drifting over to bjorn. the oldest prince still sat at the table, his gaze fixated on his father and daughter.

“come here bjorn,” ragnar waves his son over, his eyes never leaving siggy. “you have not seen your daughter in months.” you only stand in front of your king, head bowed.

bjorn doesn’t follow his fathers command. that makes ragnar scoffs and shake his head. “what did i expect?” he mutters beneath his breath before he looks up at you. “what’s your name?”

you lift your head, not daring to look into his eyes as you tell him your name. ragnar hums in acknowledgment and places siggy against his chest. “where do you sleep?” he asks the next question.

“queen aslaug gifted me a small hut,” you reply, fumbling with your hands. why would he want to know where you live and sleep? “my main task is to raise siggy.”

ragnar looks back at bjorn, than at you again. “you will move in with bjorn,” he then says and your eyes widen. bjorn jumps up from his stool.

you immediately shake your head, stumbling over your words. “my lord, i—i can’t do that!” you shake your head. but ragnar just scoffs and shrugs.

“you can and you will. i just ordered you to.” the older man ignored his furious son while he watches siggy giggle. “take two men and let them help you move,” he gestures, not bothering to look at you. “i want to spend some time with my precious granddaughter…”

you swallow and bow your head. you knew you couldn’t defy him. he owned you, he could make you do whatever he wanted… “of course my lord,” you whisper as you retreat to do as you were told.

the next weeks feel like pure torture to you. bjorn doesn’t look at you or his daughter, he doesn’t talk to you, he doesn’t acknowledge you. he just comes and goes, always a new woman in tow.

you try to get siggy out of the house as much as possible so you both don’t need to witness it. it disgusted you. thankfully queen aslaug allowed you to stay with her during the day, helping her keep an eye on her boys.

“does he treat you well?” aslaug asks you one day and you freeze. could you tell her the truth? because right now, bjorn was treating you like a piece of trash.

you hesitate with your answer before you look at her, “he…does not hit me. if that is what you mean,” you mumble, continuing to braid siggy’s short hair.

aslaug purses her lips. “that is not what i mean,” she says, placing her hand on your shoulder. “tell me the truth,” she softly urges. “please.”

you look up from siggy’s hair and look at your queen. “he doesn’t talk to me,” you—truthfully—answer, biting the inside of your cheek. “i try to be out with siggy as often as possible because…because he keeps brining women over…”

aslaug hums along in acknowledgment, gently squeezing your shoulder. “you can leave and go back to you old hut, you know,” she says and you shake your head.

“i can not… king ragnar has ordered me.” you say in a whisper, averting your gaze. “i can’t just leave…”

“you can, if i make you a free woman.”

your head shoot’s up and you look at aslaug. “what?” your voice is breathless, almost not audible as you stare at your queen.

she smiles and squeezes your shoulder again. “i can make you a free woman. then you can take siggy and move back to your old hut. it would be up to you wether you want to still work for me or not…”

“thank you, my queen,” you breathe out, tears gathering in your eyes. “i don’t know if i can ever repay you for that…”

aslaug chuckles, “you taking care of siggy is enough payment.”

you stuff your stuff into a small leather bag, siggy strapped to your chest. you wanted to leave without bjorn noticing; you doubted he would notice anyways.

just when you were about to leave the door flies open and his hulking frame fills the frame. “where are you going?” he asks in a deep grunt, crossing his arms in front of his shoulders.

“i’m leaving,” you swallow. “i’m moving back to my hut.”

he slowly walks towards you, “you can’t do that. you know what my father has ordered.” his eyes fall to siggy on your chest and narrow.

“queen aslaug has made me a free woman,” you reply, placing your hand on the back of siggy’s head. “she gave me the freedom to chose and i decided that i will move back to my hut.”

your voice is firm and determined—you didn’t know where you got the confidence to stand up to him like that.

bjorn frowns and takes another step into your direction. “a free woman, huh?” his eyes bore into yours, something dangerous and unpredictable in them. “then we shall marry.”

your jaw goes slack as you stare at bjorn. “what?” that’s all you can say. you’re at a loss of words. why in all that’s holy did he want to get married to you? he had all those women and now that you’re a free woman he says that’s he wants to marry you?

“you’re a free woman now and siggy needs a mother, someone who’ll care for her.” bjorn shrugs, keeping his eyes on you while he talks.

a sarcastic laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head with a scoff. “maybe her father should man the fuck up and start to care for his daughter!”

“you know nothing about me and siggy,” bjorn snarls, grabbing the braid at the back of your head. “you do not know what she reminds me of, what she makes impossible to forget.”

you hiss in pain, having no other choice than to look at bjorn. “i lost my child and my husband,” you say in a low voice. “do you see me fucking everything with two legs and a dick? so you see me leaving siggy in the dirt?” your gaze is hard and your words hit him like nothing he ever felt. “every time i look at her i see what i could’ve had, being in her presence is painful for me but still i don’t behave like a child!”

you rip your head away from his grip and somehow manage to slip past him. he doesn’t move. you look back at him, and press siggy’s head to your chest. “grow up and learn to live with the pains of life, bjorn.”

you slender over the market, siggy strapped to your chest and a basket in your hand. it’s been three weeks, maybe four since you let bjorn’s hut and it was hard for you to believe but he actually made amends to see and get to know his daughter.

he was visiting almost daily and by now you felt sure enough to leave them both alone for two to three hours while you went to work for aslaug.

but right now you were alone, trying to run a few errands. siggy was babbling along and you smiled down at her. she was such a sweetheart…

you came to a hold in front of a vegetable stand, eying the few vegetables with a slight frown on your face.

“they’re all fresh,” the young farmer smiles, offering you a tomato. “harvested just this morning.” you smile at him and take the vegetable.

you turn it in your hand, looking down at siggy. “should we take some of those?” you ask her and she giggles along. you chuckle and look at the farmer.

“how much for a few of those?” you want to know, tilting your head in question.

the farmer smirks and takes the tomato from your hand. “i’ll give them to you for free. it’s not often i see such a pretty young lady roaming the market all on her own.” he winks at you and you feel yourself blush.

“why, thank you,” you chuckle while you place a few tomatoes in your basket. “this is very kind of you.” there’s a small smile on your face and a certain twinkle in your eyes.

just when you were about to leave you felt someone behind you and a hand extended to place a few coins on the stand in front of you. “don’t flirt with my fiancée,” a familiar voice threatens and you can see the farmer slowly nod.

you bite the inside of your cheek and turn towards bjorn. you stare up at him, ready to say something but all he does is—gently—grab your shoulder and pull you away.

“we talked about this,” you grumble as bjorn takes your basket, completely ignoring your words. “i said i won’t marry you.” you stop walking, placing your hands on your hips.

bjorn groans and turns around. “do i look like i care? i want to be the father my daughter deserves and you are the one taking care of her,” he argues. “it is only natural we marry. after all, i do not want to separate the both of you.”

he takes a step in your direction. “i know i made mistakes and i am sorry but i am willing to make this work out.” his hand itches towards your face.

“you don’t love me, bjorn.” your voice is a sigh and you turn your head away.

“but i can try.”

(excuse this shitty ending HELP😭. i’m debating if i should write a pt.2 tho😭)

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daenyzz · 6 months ago

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The Great Viking and his Silver Slave

Summary — Elaena is the last descendant of a dragon empire and lives as a slave to Ragnar, with whom she has a relationship that makes Aslaug jealous. She has two dragon eggs, one black and scarlet and the other white and golden. When the eggs threaten to hatch, the possibility of the dragons' return arises, bringing new hopes and challenges to Elaena.

Author's Note — Hey there! I made this imagine Ragnar x Daenerys!Fem!Oc, I called the Oc Elaena, but you can change her name. I thought of it as a one-shot, but maybe I'll make a part two.

Warning — Slavery written superficially, and female rivalry if you consider it a trigger.

Word Count — 1.189 words.

It was a cold morning in the Norse lands, where mist rose from the seas and the mountains stood like silent sentinels. Ragnar Lothbrok, the famous Viking conqueror and leader, was in his settlement in Kattegat, where life pulsed with the energy of warriors and traders. But unlike the usual bustle, there was an air of expectation that permeated the place. A new presence had arrived.

Elaena was an ethereal figure, her long blond hair shining like the silver moon, while her violet eyes reflected a deep melancholy. She was the last seed of a great dragon empire that had fallen from grace, and now she was in Ragnar's care. The only possession she possessed were two black and silver dragon eggs, one adorned with intricate red detailing and the other in gold, bearing the weight of her lost heritage.

Ragnar watched Elaena with a mixture of fascination and curiosity. He knew she was no ordinary slave; there was something magical about her, something that sparked his imagination and ambition. Aslaug, his lawful wife, watched her jealously, but Ragnar felt an inexplicable connection with Elaena. She represented everything he did not have – a glorious past and an uncertain future.

The days passed amidst battles and festivities, but Ragnar always found time for Elaena. They met in the evenings, away from the prying eyes of the village. He told her stories of his conquests and adventures, while she told him about the stories her ancestors had lived, filled with dragons and fire. With each meeting, the bond between them grew stronger, but also more complicated.

Aslaug could not bear the thought of Ragnar being so fascinated by a slave. She tried to divert his attention with subtle strategies and open provocations. One stormy night, while Ragnar was away leading a raiding expedition, Aslaug decided to confront Elaena.

“You are but a slave,” she said harshly, her light eyes seething with anger. “What have you to offer but your beauty? You are nothing without Ragnar.”

Elaena looked at Aslaug sadly, but deep within her purple eyes, she could see the flames crackling. “Perhaps I am but a slave,” she replied, “but I have the blood of the dragon within me.”

Her words echoed in Aslaug’s mind as she stormed away, furious. Fear of the unknown grew within her; Elaena was more than she seemed.

That same night, as the winds howled outside the village walls, Elaena decided to visit the place where she kept her dragon eggs. Carefully, she touched the scaly surface of the eggs and closed her eyes. In her mind, images of majestic dragons danced like shadows in fire.

“Awaken,” she whispered to the eggs. “We are the last of our line…”

The days passed slowly until an unexpected event changed everything. During a cold, clear night, the night sky turned a blood red color and something began to happen to the eggs. Cracks appeared on the scaly surfaces.

Ragnar was awake that night when he heard a soft sound coming from the place where Elaena kept the eggs. Intrigued and worried at the same time, he went there only to find Elaena kneeling, the golden-white egg in her hands, and beside her was the black-scarlet egg, both slowly cracking.

Her violet eyes were fixed on the magical scene before them as black and white scales began to appear through the cracks.“Elaena!” he exclaimed in amazement. “What… what’s happening?”

“It’s time for them to come back,” she replied in a trembling but hopeful voice.

That magical scene was interrupted by Aslaug, who appeared furiously at the entrance to the hut. Her eyes widened as she saw the eggs breaking and the creatures beginning to emerge.

“Ragnar! What are you doing here?” Aslaug shouted in despair.

But there was no time for explanations; the dragons were born before them with loud hisses that reverberated through the cold night air. Their scales were black and white, one with blood red ornaments and the other with intricate gold.

“Dragons!” Elaena exclaimed in joy as she reached for the newborn creature that resided in her hand.

Aslaug was paralyzed by shock and the growing anger within her at seeing Ragnar so close to this peculiar slave who was now the mother of the reborn dragons.

“You can’t stay here!” Aslaug shouted at Elaena, but it was too late; the creatures were already recognizing their mother.

Ragnar watched the entire scene with growing admiration for Elaena and her strength in bringing the last descendants of the dragons to life.

“She is mine,” Ragnar stated firmly, looking at Aslaug. “And these dragons are our chance to achieve more than we can imagine.”

His words brought a heavy silence between them as the young dragons flapped their tiny wings, still unable to fly fully.

Aslaug felt betrayed; everything she had built seemed to crumble before her eyes. “You betrayed me!” She shouted at Ragnar before running out of the hut, the twilight sky returning to its normal hue.

But Ragnar was focused on something much bigger now—Eleana and her dragons were the key to a new future filled with power and endless possibilities.

As the days passed quickly after the birth of the winged beasts, tensions grew between Ragnar and Aslaug. Their relationship grew increasingly volatile as Elaena gained a foothold in his heart.

Elaena knew the stakes were high; her fate was tied to the future of those newborn dragons, as well as her life in the Norse lands under Ragnar Lothbrok.

Meanwhile, the other members of the village began to notice the changes around them – whispers of dragons coming back to life began to circulate among the Viking warriors eager for even greater conquests under Ragnar’s charismatic leadership.

Finally the day came when everyone gathered in the village’s central square to witness the first flight of the little dragons – the black male being named Drakkar and the white female Dreamfyre by Elaena – under the Norse skies.

Elaena stood nervously beside Ragnar as he spoke inspiring words to his men about courage and new beginnings; then they watched together as Drakkar and Dreamfyre began their first tentative movements in the cold heights of the open sky.With a mighty roar resounding through the surrounding mountains, Drakkar and his mate took flight for the first time – their wings twitching against the dark clouds above them as everyone watched in wonder at the magical scene before them!

Elaena beamed with excitement at the realization of this epic moment; It was there that she finally realized: even though she had been a slave at the beginning of this incredible journey full of intense challenges – she had now found her true family among those brave warriors led by the man whose heart beat strong next to hers!

But even so, there were shadows hanging over this new beginning… Would Aslaug continue to seek revenge? What would their future be like? Many questions still remained unanswered…

But in that magical moment under the Nordic stars illuminated by the triumphant glow of the young dragons flying high in the sky – anything seemed possible!

#Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader #ragnar lothbrok #fem reader #vikings #daenerys targaryen #asoiaf

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3. Bound to Madness

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Hvitserk sat at the bustling feast after the ceremony with his head down as he ate silently. Since his interaction with the woman on the dock, he couldn’t get her words off of his mind. He’d watched her disappear into the night, the soft crunch of her boots in the snow the only sound that followed her retreating form.

“Prove it.”

Her challenge echoed in his mind. Prove it. Prove that he wasn’t like Ivar. Prove that he wasn’t just another shadow in his brother’s wake. But how? How could he when his entire existence seemed tangled in the fate that was already carved for him? What was left for him if not this?

But what if she was right? What if he was just another one of Ivar’s dogs?

The hall quieted as Ivar held up his horn, the white and red paint still covering his face, the sharp crown sitting atop his head. “Here is the blood of the witch that murdered our mother!” Ivar cried, followed by loud cheers from the feast’s attendants.

He remembered the woman’s words: “Why are you doing this to your home? Your people?”

An innocent woman was murdered in cold blood to fuel Ivar’s delusion…and he just stood and watched.

“You know very well that wasn’t Lagertha,” Hvitserk said matter-of-factly, sucking his fingers as he continued eating.

Ivar sat up on his throne. “You will drink to Lagertha’s death.”

Prove it.

“She’s not dead,” he nodded. “And you are not a god.”

Murmurs broke out among the crowd, and before Ivar could respond, Freydis came to his defense. “Of course, he is a god.”

“How dare you say that I am not a god, huh?” Ivar fumed, pointing at his brother with a scowl.

Having had enough, Hvitserk rose from the table and stared down Ivar for a few moments as he left the hall, shoving his way through his brother’s loyal supporters. A booming crack of thunder echoed in the sky just as he exited.

“Can’t you hear Thor beating his mighty hammer, welcoming me into the Hall of the Aesir?”

Hvitserk’s feet led him back to the docks, to the place he couldn’t get out of his mind. He stared at the still-smoking pyre, at the burnt corpse of the poor woman who was sacrificed still hanging there, a physical reminder of his brother’s madness. Of the madness he’d become so wrapped up in.

How did he get here? How did he become part of Ivar’s tyranny?

There was so much he didn’t understand anymore. His loyalty to his brother, the gods, the past…everything seemed to crumble around him.

It all stemmed from his decision to jump from Ubbe’s ship all that time ago in England. Since that moment, he’d been floating along, unsure of his destiny, his fate. Unsure of where he stood with the gods.

Among his many questions, one stood out: who was she? Who was the woman who so bravely spoke her mind to Ivar the Boneless’ brother, the very man who could kill her on the spot? And then again, she hadn’t known Hvitserk wouldn’t kill her either.

Whoever she was, he wanted to prove her wrong.

Prove it.

Two Hours Earlier:

People were returning to their homes by the time Eira arrived at her own, her teeth chattering violently as she closed and locked her door. She quickly grabbed the furs that lay in a heap on the floor where they’d fallen and threw them over her shaking body. It was then that her actions truly dawned on her. She sunk to the floor, dropping her head in her hands.

What had she done?

Eira sat slumped against the cold wooden wall of her home. The fire in her hearth was little more than a few glowing embers now, but she didn’t move to rekindle it. What was the point? They would come for her, and it wouldn’t matter if her home was warm or cold, if her body was wrapped in furs or stripped bare.

She sighed shakily as she accepted her fate. There would be no mercy for what she’d done. If there was one thing she had learned in her time under Ivar’s reign, it was that he did not forgive. Not defiance, not disobedience, and she had spat in the face of his rule.

The hours seemed to stretch by endlessly, and the longer the silence lasted, the more her nerves frayed. Her body remained tense, coiled like a spring, waiting for the inevitable pounding on her door, the rough hands tearing her away, the flash of a blade.

But the knock never came.

With a deep breath, Eira rose from the floor, her legs stiff and unsteady beneath her. If they were going to take her, let them find her on her feet, not cowering in the dark. She crossed the room and stepped outside, letting the frosty night air bite her skin. Pulling her furs tighter around her, she stared up at the sky.

The moon still hung heavy and full above the fjord, its pale light washing over the still and frozen world. Eira tilted her head back and gazed at it. If her end came tonight, she would meet it beneath the stars. She thought of Liv and the townspeople she treated. They would find care from Kattegat’s other healers, she convinced herself. She whispered a quiet prayer to the gods. A prayer for strength, for peace, for an end to her endless torment of guilt.

The minutes dragged on, but the streets remained eerily quiet. Eira heard the faint revelry from the longhouse, the shouts and laughter of men who celebrated with full bellies and empty consciences. And still, no one came.

Eira lowered her gaze from the heavens and let it wander, eventually falling on the docks in the distance, the dock she’d confronted Hvitserk on. Confusion spread in her mind when she spotted a figure standing there.

It was him.

He stood motionless, his broad shoulders hunched slightly beneath his furs as if the weight of the world rested on them. His gaze was fixed on the blackened remains of the pyre, and his hands hung limply at his sides. Eira watched him from her hidden perch, unsure of why he was there. A hundred possibilities raced through her mind. Perhaps he had come to the docks to plan her execution or to send word to Ivar. Maybe he would turn on his heel at any moment and march toward her house, leading her to her doom. She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the fur wrapped around her shoulders.

But he didn’t move. He simply stood there, staring at the pyre as though it held the answers to questions he couldn’t speak aloud.

She wondered if he felt anything at all for the lives that had been lost, for the destruction his family had brought to Kattegat. If guilt weighed on him, he hid it well behind that blank expression. Eira didn’t understand how someone could stand there so still, so detached, amidst the suffering that had engulfed their home. Did he even see it, or had he grown numb to it all?

She inhaled deeply and turned away, retreating back into the shadows of her house. For now, she would let the gods decide what came next. If it was her death, so be it.

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