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dreamonseems · 2 years ago

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Líf

Confessions

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

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

Summary: Ubbe tells Y/N how he feels about her and they run away and get married.

Despite Aslaug's disapproval, Ubbe couldn't help but feel drawn to Y/N's beauty and spirit. As he watched Y/N he saw the potential for something more in her, something beyond just a simple slave.

One day, as they were alone in the fields, Ubbe confessed his feelings to Y/N. Out of nowhere, Ubbe had turned to her and said, "I have something to tell you. I think I'm in love with you. I know we're from different worlds, but I can't help how I feel."

She was hesitant at first, knowing the consequences of being involved with a Viking prince, but she couldn't deny the spark between them.

Their secret love affair soon came to the attention of Aslaug, who was furious. She had a heated argument with Ubbe, telling him that his duty was to marry a Viking woman and continue the Lothbrok dynasty. Ubbe, however, was firm in his decision to pursue his love for Y/N, even if it meant going against his mother's wishes.

But Aslaug was determined to put an end to Ubbe's relationship with Y/N and secure a powerful alliance for the Lothbrok dynasty. She arranged a feast for a noble family that had a daughter of marrying age, hoping that this would distract him from his infatuation with Y/N.

Y/N was forced to serve at the feast. She watched from a distance as Ubbe and the girl talked and laughed, her heart heavy with sadness. But Ubbe couldn't stop thinking about Y/N and how much he loved her, even though their relationship was forbidden by his mother.

When the feast was over, Ubbe found Y/N in her quarters and declared his love for her once again. Y/N reciprocated with tears of joy, knowing that she couldn't live without him.

Aslaug was furious to see that her plan didn't work. She forbade them from seeing each other and threatened Y/N with punishment if she didn't comply. Their argument escalated, with both of them refusing to back down. Aslaug threatened to disown him, but Ubbe was willing to risk everything for Y/N.

Ubbe was able to convince his father, King Ragnar, to grant Y/N's freedom from slavery. Despite Queen Aslaug's objections, King Ragnar saw the love between Ubbe and Y/N and believed in their right to be together.

With her newfound freedom, Y/N was able to explore the world and learn more about Viking culture. She and Ubbe fell deeper in love, but they knew that their relationship was not accepted by everyone. They longed to be free from the judgment and scrutiny of his family and society and dreamed of a life where they could be together without fear of retribution.

That's when they made the decision to run away and get married in secret, hoping that his family would eventually come to accept their love for each other.

After their secret wedding, Ubbe and Y/N spent a few blissful days together, enjoying their newfound freedom and each other's company. However, their peace was short-lived when King Ragnar, Ubbe's father, came looking for them.

At first, Ubbe was hesitant to come back, fearing that his father would disapprove of his marriage to a former slave. But after some discussion with Y/N, they both decided that it was best to face the situation head-on and confront their families together.

When they arrived back in Kattegat, they were met with a mix of emotions. Queen Aslaug was still disapproving of Y/N, but King Ragnar was more understanding and accepted Y/N as a member of their family. Ragnar was glad that his son had found happiness, but he knew that their marriage would not be accepted by everyone in their society

Despite the challenges that lay ahead, Ubbe and Y/N were grateful to have each other and to have the support of Ubbe's father. They were determined to make their marriage work and to show their true love knows no bounds.

#fanfiction #fanfic #bjorn ragnarsson #ragnar lodbrok #sigurd #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe imagine #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #vikings #viking #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe x you #ubbe #aslaug #hvitserk #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #ivar

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hellisateenagewerewolf · 9 days 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".

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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.

#vikings fic #ivar ragnarsson fanfiction #ivar x oc #ivar ragnarsson imagines #alex hogh andersen #Vikings oc #ivar the boneless #vikings fanfic #hvitserk imagine #house of the dragon #aslaug #ragnar lothbrok #lagertha #young rhaenyra

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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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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

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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 · 5 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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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years ago

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Vikings + gen z slang

Summary: How Vikings Characters would react to Gen Z slang

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Ragnar

With the program

He knows that he’s a slay-queen-girlboss-cunt-serving-camp

He understands gen z slang like no other

Rizz? He’s got it. Mister Worldwide? Been there, done that.

Turns into a ninth century (?) twitter queen

Lagertha

She doesn’t really care all that much about gen z slang

“You’re slaying? Me too, but on the battlefield. Catch up.”

Pretends not to understand

Fully understands and sometimes busts down on her gen z meme culture knowledge

Aslaug

Aslaug is above gen z slang

But she also knows that she’s camp

She just knows

She’s a volva, magic is in her blood. You know what else is? An immaculate sense in fashion

That’s the only thing that might make her willing to try to understand our culture

Perfected the lightskin stare the moment she was born (it’s permanently on her face istg)

Athelstan

PLEASE NO

You know that ancient man video? Athelstan is the ancient man. Would he understand the video? No.

This would be his response: God, that girl looks terribly drunk.

As a linguist, he tries

Approaches it as a foreign language. It works to some degree.

I never want to hear the words “You’re serving girlboss today, Ragnar.” Out of his mouth

(this happened to me in a dream. Literally traumatizing)

Bjorn

Thinks it’s girlish (it is not)

Would say “You’re one of them queers?”

I mean yeah, but so is your mom.

Gen z talk isn’t cool enough for him (he’s suffering from Rollo’s internalized generational homophobia/gayness, give him some space)

Ubbe

Like a supportive mom

‘That’s wonderful sweetie. Now back to my casserole.’

Absolutely understands gen z slang after you teach him

Prides himself on having the most rizz

Boy you rizzed up a slave girl and your aunt calm down

Protects gen z slang against ivar like it’s cultural heritage

Hvitserk

Worst mistake you could make is teach him slang

He uses it

Just incorrectly

At all times

And does not care to be corrected.

Slang is a product of pop culture? Hvitserk is now making it HIS product

Deal with it (don’t. make him stfu pls.)

Sigurd

He’s one of those abcdefu people

The ones that are like ‘let me sing my new song for you, and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for your gas’

So annoying

But also in an indie artist generational trauma daddy issues kind of way, so I can forgive him

Not really

Ivar

HATES gen z slang more than anything

He thinks it’s stupid

Dumb

Dull

Incredibly unintellectual

Secretly uses it to express his feelings in a diary he burns every week

Ecbert

ECBERT MY SILLY LITTLE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

Manwhore and proud!

Get this man a gag asap or you’ll live to regret the day you met him

With him and Ragnar, you’re gonna be stuck in a little hellcircle (probably to be joined by Athelstan)

Gets acrylics despite not knowing what they are and clicks with them

STOP HIM! STOP THIS SILLY LITTLE MAN!

Aethelwulf

Literally the opposite of Ecbert

If he has to spend one more second around his father speaking slang

He’ll cut off his ear to match Judith

And then the other to outdo her (he’s such a loser smh)

So done with Ecbert

He’ll literally hate everything Ecbert likes

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daenyzz · 2 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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entitled-fangirl · 2 days ago

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New.

Bjorn Ironside x English!reader

Summary: With his return after helping save Kattegat from Jarl Borg, Bjorn finds himself interested in a girl who doesn't speak his language.

Masterlist

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She could feel his eyes on her as she moved through the crowd.

Bjorn had been watching her the entire time.

After taking back their home from Jarl Borg, Ragnar had a feast in celebration. Bjorn had taken that as a time to reintroduce himself to the home from his youth.

But she was new.

She'd been taken as a slave during one of Ragnar's many ventures across shores. Now, she spent her time as his cupbearer- he had a soft spot for the young Christian woman.

And he'd notice his eldest son's interest.

Ragnar's head lulled back with a knowing grin and waved his hand to motion her over.

She immediately stepped to him. But when he didn't hold out his cup, or even motion for what he wanted, she was confused. "Earl Ragnar?" She asked softly.

Finally, his attention set on her and in his eyes was nothing but trouble. He curled a finger in to get her to lean in. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "I want you to attend to Bjorn for the rest of the night."

Her head turned to meet his eye, but he was already anticipating her questions.

"For tonight, you fill Bjorn's cup. Not mine."

She had never done so for anyone other than Ragnar and his wife, Aslaug. And the only saving grace was that Ragnar spoke her language. No one else did.

So serving Bjorn, a man her age with no clue of her language- that would be difficult.

With another wave of his hand, she gave him a nod of her head, setting off to do as he wished.

Weaving through the crowd was more difficult than originally thought. They were all quite drunk, and bumping or tripping a man in this instance would result in a punishment.

Eventually, in Bjorn's eyeline, she could feel his gaze take her in entirely. His eyes widened as she neared him.

Her eyes finally met his. Bjorn was a handsome warrior, and she knew somewhere deep down, he had a better heart than most men. So being gazed upon by his eyes didn't bring the dreaded pit in her stomach like it would if it were someone else.

"What is your name?" He asked as softly as he could over the loud shouts and clamor of the room.

She frowned. She bent onto her knees to be at a better level with his seated body.

"Your name," he tried again. His eyes raked over her face and he finally decided that she wasn't quite the same as the other women around them.

She clearly wasn't born here.

"You're English," he clarified, more to himself than to her.

As the familiar word, her eyes lit up just slightly. She gave him a happy nod in hopes that he spoke English.

"A Christian?" He asked.

Another nod from her.

His lips pulled up into a smile. A genuine boyish one. "You're rather pretty."

That sentence confused her. She didn't know what he said. The word 'pretty' flashed in her mind. She had heard it before- when passing Ragnar while he spoke to his wife. And judging by the smile Aslaug had given him, or the flush to her cheeks, it was a good word.

Y/n's mind took over from there, and she stood and took off to get him a cup.

Bjorn had yet to drink a drop the entire night.

He was confused by her sudden takeoff and watched her with a close eye.

She returned with a horn filled and held it out to him, as if that was all he wanted from her.

Bjorn frowned. He hadn't planned to partake in the drinking, but if it pleased her, he'd take the cup.

Their fingers brushed, and her eyes widened.

"Thank you," he quietly said with a nod of his head.

She gave a polite excusing nod and stepped away.

…

"Father," Bjorn spoke the next day. "I wish to learn English."

Ragnar's eyes widened in surprise. The Earl was never truly a surprised man, but this was one of those few moments. "Why the sudden interest?" Then his eyes narrowed and grew amused, like he'd answered his own question. His head tilted. "You want to learn her language?"

The 'her' in question was nowhere near them at the time, and still they both knew exactly who he was talking about.

"It could be helpful for… other things," Bjorn tried to justify.

Ragnar held a teasing finger up with a grin. "Fine. I'll teach you. But do not distract her from her work later."

Bjorn nodded frantically. "Of course. I would never."

He definitely would.

…

A few hours after his first lesson with his father, Bjorn pretended to wander around aimlessly until he spotted her.

She was sitting over a fire, tending to a small pan over the flames.

The sun was beginning to set and night would soon near.

Bjorn's steps stopped across from her, the only separation now being the fire. He bent down to look her in the eyes. He watched as her own eyes widened but she said nothing. Perhaps she waited for a command- one that he'd never make.

He took his time, took a deep breath, and tried to remember what his father had just taught him only an hour before. "H-Hello," he stumbled in her language.

Her eyes lit up at the sound of her mother tongue. She sat up on her knees and spoke through the flames to him, though he didn't know many of the words she said. He caught 'English' and 'speak.'

"What is your name?" He spoke with a smile.

"Y/n," she happily gave.

He repeated it, mispronouncing it slightly. She giggled and repeated her name slowly, enunciating each syllable for him.

He tried again, knowing he failed even worse that time. He laughed and stood, walking around the fire to hear her better. Now kneeled beside her, he could let his eyes roam over her face. Her skin reflected the flames, creating a glow to her pretty eyes that had him stunned.

She repeated her name slowly and waited.

He tried, but when he missed it once again, her hand grabbed under his chin, her fingers curled around his cheeks to help his lips form the correct sound.

She enunciated her name one last time.

Bjorn tried to pay attention. He really did. But his eyes roamed over her pretty face and he knew he was done for.

Especially when a bright smile washed over her at his correct pronunciation.

He'd do anything to see it again.

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