#ragnar x yidu

[entitled-fangirl]

My strong girl.

Bjorn Ironside x reader

Summary: After learning of his uncle's betrayal in Paris and the defeat between the towers, Bjorn comes back to their settlement- which was attacked while the men were away.

A/n: SPOILERS FROM SEASON 4!!!!

Masterlist

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She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of Bjorn screaming her name.

The settlement had been attacked while Ragnar led the second raid on Paris. 

Helga was on the brink of death, and Y/n had managed to get Ubbe and Hvitserk into the trees for safety, Yidu following behind.

Y/n stepped from the trees, a guilty and teary look in her eyes. The boys followed, running past her to their father and Ragnar embraced them with a relieved sigh.

She saw Bjorn’s entire body relax once his eyes found hers. He met her halfway, his mouth pulling up in a smile. His arms engulfed her.

“Thank the gods you are alive,” he breathed against her hair. He gave her a firm squeeze and pulled away to cup her cheeks. “Are you hurt?” His thumb rubbed a firm line across her cheekbone, trying to rub the blood off and his head dipped a bit lower in earnest. “Are you hurt?” He repeated.

“‘M fine,” she finally told him. 

“Are you?” He questioned hurriedly. He was always a worrier.

“I am,” she persisted. “What about you? You are back so soon, and all wet.”

His face hardened. “My uncle betrayed us. He’s becoming one of them. We were outwitted on our ships.” He pulled her against him by her hips. “Did you fight today?” He asked softly.

“There was no fight,” she pouted. “They slaughtered us. The children-“

“-You protected my brothers. For that, I am forever grateful.”

“I only led them away from the men.”

He took her by the jaw and spoke in a low tone. “And that was brave. Would you have died for them?”

She only stared but they both knew she would.

He ran a hand over her cheek delicately, the feeling tickling her. “I was worried.”

"I survived. Others were not so lucky."

His lips pulled taught. "It is the same for me." 

The two stood amidst the remaining smoke wafting into the air. Amidst the chaos. 

"I will kill him," Bjorn spoke, though it was not very much directed to her.

She pushed up onto her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. "Who, sweet Bjorn?"

The man had killed a bear with his bare hands. Killed a berserker. But still, he remained her 'sweet Bjorn.' And those who dared to mock it were met with the glare of said 'sweet Bjorn' who could kill without much thought.

"My uncle," he reminded her, his eyes focused on the water. With a small nip from her on his neck, he finally tilted his head down and met her lips with his.

"Oh," her small voice reconciled. "Was there no remorse?"

His brows twitched up. "I do not care if he begs, I will deliver him to death. I vow-"

"-Do not vow," she mumbled against his lips. "Do not vow things when you are upset."

He knew she was right. He was just annoyed by it in this moment. He huffed and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her in for a bruising kiss.

She kissed back fervently before a small squeak came from her when she remembered something. She pulled away, only to have Bjorn follow and capture her lips again. She tried again, and Bjorn followed once again. Finally, she giggled and had to arch her back away from him to create enough distance. His hand on her neck pulled her back to him. "Bjorn," she pleaded with a laugh. 

His teeth pulled at her bottom lip before he finally rested his forehead against hers with a hinted smile of his own. "Kiss me."

"It is important. Plea-"

He kissed her again, a full fledged smile now evident as he manhandled her against him.

It became a game, running from Bjorn's persistent kisses.

Her hand snaked up to her neck and around the twine holding the ring. "B-" she tried again. "Bjorn, the ring."

That finally got his attention. He leaned away with a fallen face. His eyes slowly moved down her face to her chest where his fingers brushed the skin before holding the ring up between them. The ring. The one from the Berserker.

"What of the ring?" He asked.

"I spoke to Torvi of it." Her eyes took in each of his micro expressions. "She recognized it."

His pupils dilated at that. But he silently waited for her to speak.

"It was King Horik's. Passed down to Erlendur."

She felt Bjorn's entire body tense. He leaned in and spoke lowly Into her ear. "You are sure of this?"

"Torvi recognized it well. Here." She took it off, holding the twine out to him.

He watched the ring wave in the air, mocking him, before nodding and taking it from her. His free hand brushed her chin, "Thank you. For keeping it safe."

"When will I know of its meaning?"

He sighed and kissed her temple. "When the conflict has resolved itself."

Revenge would be had but he was much like his father. The long game was always worth the payout.

Bjorn pulled her in for a long hug, relaxing once her body rested against his. The rest could wait. For now, he had this. And he wouldn't take this for granted.

"My strong girl," he spoke in her hair. "My strong, strong girl."

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[bouncehousedemons]

Valentine's Week Prompts Masterlist

In February 2023 I participated in the @vikingsevents Valentine's weel prompts event. Below you will find all the pieces I submitted.

Red Rose (Aslaug x Yidu)

Wine (Ragnar & Floki)

First Date (Rollo x Gisla)

Misunderstanding (Hvitserk x OFC)

Best Friend (Ubbe x OFC)

Hand Holding (Gunnhild x Ingrid)

Cuddles (Floki x Helga)

[therealvikingstrash]

Masterlist

-New and improved-

As you can see, I decided to give those fics some new order! 

Brotherly-feels:

The Gods will show you - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,350 Words

Drawing was made by me

Salvation in Gold - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 5,600 Words

Drawing by yours truly

Missing Family - M - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,750 Words

Dream a little Dream - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk x Ivar - 2,670 Words

Chasing away Ghosts - T - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 6,640 Words 

Honeyed Truth - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 4,018 Words 

Ragnarsdottir - T - Aslaug, Ubbe, Trans!Hvitserk - 2,243 Words

Our Promise - G -  Æthelred x Alfred - 683 Words 

My entry for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover Short and Sweet Challenge

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Sad fics:

No one’s Father - G - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,160 Words

Brokenhearted - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 976 Words

My Fate lies with You - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,074 Words

Ones Mercy is another's Death Sentence - T - Bjorn x Ubbe x Hvitserk - 1,470 Words

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Follower Celebration:

69 Follower Celebration - E - Hvitserk/Reader 

333 Follower Challenge Masterpost

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Mythological Creature AU:

Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger - E - all Ragnarssons - 7,733 Words

inspired by this post from @serasvictoria

Jörmungandr would be Jealous -  E - Sigurd - 1,380 Words 

@quantumlocked310 made this awesome Moodboard for this story 😍 check it out 💕

Sated Hunger and Regret - E - Hvitserk x Ubbe centric

Moodboard by our talented @quantumlocked310

A Mother's Love - E - Aslaug & Ivar - 3,660 Words 

Children of the Night - M - Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Sigurd - 5,226 Words 

This isn’t related to the Lovely Monsters Series, they’re all Vampires here

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Smut (F/M, M/M, F/F):

In and Out - I - II - III(1/2) - III(2/2) - IV - Hvitserk/Reader/Ubbe, Ivar/Heahmund - 17,000 Words

Inspired by really awesome moodboards from @flowers-in-your-hayr ! 

Gifts and Jewelry - E - Ubbe/Aud - 5,149 Words 

Kings of Kattegat - E - Ubbe/Amma/Hvitserk - 39,862 Words 

This was my entry for the @vikingsbigbang2022

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Requests:

Spilled Wine - E - Alfred the Great/Ubbe Lothbrok -  1,490 Words

Moodboard and Gifs made by me

Love is a Battlefield - E - Alfred/Ubbe - 3030 Words  

Moodboard is my abomination  

 A Painful Smile & Love Confessions - G - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 1,710 Words 

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Prompts:

I don’t break easily - E - Ivar/Reader - 1,180 Words

Worth the Injury - E - Ivar/Heahmund - 757 Words 

You Better Not Come - E - Hvitserk/OFC - 1,528 Words

The Night Sky - E - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 3,272 Words 

Ribbon - E - Hvitserk/Master - 2,248 Words

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Gen, Fluff & Humor:

The Sound of Jealousy - G - Sigurd centric - 450 Words

Lessons Learned with Lothbrok & Sons - Hvitserk/Reader -  4,700 Words

This story exists because of this post and the discussion going on there.

Flat Violins and Football Tricots - M - Alfred King/Ubbe Lothbrok - 2,900 Words

@flowers-in-your-hayr is apparently my muse now 💕 her moodboard just ignited something in me again. Check it out!

Icy Winters and Soulmates - Gen - Gunnhild & Amma - 1,120 words

Entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover 600 Followers Challenge

Apple Traditions - Gen - Yidu/Þorunn

Entry for @ deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Winter Birthday Challenge

Like Father, Like Son - Gen - Ubbe & Ragnar jr - 728 words 

Death Awaits The Rude - M (for Violence) - Aslaug & Ubbe - 1,480 Words 

Irritating Shine - T - Yidu/Þorunn - 2,391 Words

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Incest-y:

Humiliation - E - Ubbe/Hvitserk - 1,413 Words 

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My Edits, Art, Moodboards and stuff:

How did we end up like this? Ubbe & Hvitserk Edit

Ubbe thinking of having lost Hvitserk Edit

Hvitserk & Ubbe Edit 

Dragonfly - Hvitserk/Ubbe digital art 

I set Fire to the World Edit - Ubbe, Hvitserk & Ivar

Growing Ego - Ubbe & Ivar edit

Hvitserk realizing he lost his back up, safety net and partner in crime Edit

A different kind of reunion - Ubbe & Hvitserk digital art 

Sleeping In, digital art - Hvitserk

Long Live The King Edit - Alfred & Æthelred

Mythological Creature AU Edit for Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger

Mythological Creatures AU Edit: Ubbe | Hvitserk | Bjorn | Ivar | Sigurd

Berserker Ubbe digital art

Berserker Hvitserk digital art

Merman Hvitserk digital art

Merman Lothbrok boys digital art

Cari the Mermaid digital fanart for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland

The Mirror Pool digital fanart of Ubbe and Cari for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland 

Æthelred & Hvitserk - digital art for issadoragreen

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Some of my works are also on AO3! 💕

[honestsycrets]

what are your thoughts on Rathelstan? i saw some posts here on tumblr saying rangnar saved him only because he could use him and that there couldn't be love there since athelstan watched ragnar kill everyone he knew and that that ship is only going around bc straight and bi women are thirsting over it but that if it arhelastan was a girl who ragnar took with himself that it would be much different narrative in fandom about it one of abuse.

Hmm… the thing with Athelstan is, I think he genuinely tried to respect cultural difference while heading his own beliefs.

People who think Ragnar only saved Athelstan because he was useful underestimate how curious a man Ragnar was. Use was always important to him, but he was clearly willing to sacrifice him at the temple of Uppsala if he didn’t heed his own beliefs. People tend to forget that.

I think Ragnar was curious about him and as their relationship went on, love developed. Ragnar was willing to bring him into bed, interacted with him on a sexual level if even to just talk about women of Paris.

It’s stupid to say iF hE waaS a GiRL because we have plenty of these unremarkable female slave characters like Yidu. What’s the point? Abuse? It’s a show about complex intercultural contact between warlike societies. There’s going to be questionable content.

I’m pro Ragnar x Athelstan; but more so Floki x Ragnar ✨

[ivarthebadbitch]

ranking the seasons

Tagged by @edythofhastings with bonus explanations:

1. Season 2: as narratively and thematically coherent as this show gets, the introduction of one of my favorite antagonists, earl ingstad!, rollo getting trampled, an absolute banger of a finale

2. Season 1: great little slice-of-life scenes that we lost in later seasons as the stakes got higher, focus on worldbuilding and mythology, cute lil athelstan, cute lil bjorn, cute lil gyda 

3. Season 3: some very moving (and surprising) death scenes for siggy and athelstan, neat battle sequences in paris, gisla!, ragnar’s surprise bitch moment  

4. Season 6b: ingrid’s storyline absolutely rocked and took me by surprise in a good way, ivar’s storyline was tragic and moving (and he got an extremely funny sex scene), everyone had pretty good hair, ubbe’s manifest destiny plot was real questionable, some threads could have been wrapped up more neatly but I take what I can get

5. Season 4b: extreme horny hilarity thanks to the introduction of the grown ragnarssons, ragnar’s scenes with ivar and ecbert, fun battle sequence from the end of 6x19-6x20, some...ah...questionable narrative choices (i.e. lagertha killing aslaug, bjorn sleeping with astrid, the thing with tanaruz, etc)

6. Season 5a: my all time favorite battle sequence (the first attempt to retake York in 5x3), ivar doing the absolute most, narratively started to unravel around midseason but we at least got a few strong episodes out of it, the thing with astrid was BAD

7. Season 6a: hot air balloon/puppet show dates with oleg, some nice character development for hvitserk, neat funeral sequence for lagertha, still scratching my head over katya, but otherwise not too coherent and lagertha’s death...oh boy

7. Season 4a: gisla x rollo was about as good as we got, but otherwise a big ol racist and misogynist mess, the yidu plot was truly one of the worst things I’ve ever seen on any show 

8. Season 5b: while I applaud freydis’s go-getter attitude I wish she had better taste in men, really awful lighting, every plot was either boring or incoherent, the freydis/ivar/baldur stuff was a BIG yikes and super troubling

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

Blood of the Dragon: Prologue

Summary: A crossover of Game of Thrones and Vikings. Y/N is the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. When her mother was six months pregnant, Robert Baratheon sacked Kingslanding. Lyanna managed to escape thanks to Ragnar and his men but dies during childbirth the night they arrived in Norway. Rhaegar has disappeared. Ragnar and Aslaug are raising his daughter. Thirteen years later Rhaegar returns to Kattegat and everything changes.

Pairings: Rhaegar x Lyanna, Ivar x Y/n, Sigurd x Y/N, Hvitserk x Y/N

Warnings: death, angst, childbirth, blood, abandonment

A/N: I was bored so I wrote this. Enjoy! Be nice, be courteous. Any questions don't hesitate to shoot me a message.

Ragnar approached King Rhaegar Targaryen and bent the knee his long braid nearly touching the floor. Rhaegar laughed so hard his crown nearly fell, “Stand Lothbrok you and I are far too close for such formalities” The men embraced slapping each other on the back, Ragnar turned to beautiful Lyanna and she beamed at him. She tried to stand but with how heavy her belly was she failed. He motioned her to stay seated and kissed her forehead, “Sweet Freyja do not stand. You are with child”. Lyanna giggles at her friend’s nickname. He had given her the sweet name after he grew closer to both her and Rhaegar, Ragnar thought she was beautiful but she had an iron suit underneath her blooming beauty.

His men arrived in Kingslanding for the King’s nameday, they were late but the wind and Thor had not let the Norsemen sail in peace but Rhaegar and his queen did not care. As long as their friends and allies were there they were happy. The party was in full bloom by the time they had docked behind the Red Keep yet Ragnar walked in like he owned the entire castle. His son Bjorn, ex-wife Lagertha and his mistress Yidu also came to wish the King a happy nameday. Lagertha mostly wanted to see Lyanna and her protruding belly and feel the child move inside her. That’s exactly the first thing she did when she approached Lyanna.

“How are you and your son, Your Grace?” Lagertha placed both hands on opposite sides of her belly and the child kicked.

“I am going to have a girl, Lagertha” Lyanna corrected with a smile “I am carrying the Promised Queen. The rightful heir to the Iron Throne”

Both the King and Queen looked too happy, Lagertha was used to the custom of sons carrying the family name and being the head of the family but it seemed things here were a bit more different than she expected. Nonetheless, she smiled and bent to kiss Lyanna’s bump. “Congratulations Your Grace. May the Gods Bless your little princess”

Lyanna touched Lagertha’s dress. It was beautifully made, the color of the night sky just barely nightfall with tiny stars starting to come out, trimmed with silver thread and black patterns around the bodice. “Your dress. It’s very lovely Lagertha”

“I’m glad you like it, I shall bring you another one the next time I come then I can meet the little princess”

Bells began to ring and everyone froze as terror ran through their veins; Kingslanding was being attacked. Guests began to panic and a loud boom in the distance made them scream, Ragnar was ready to fight and protect his friends at all costs but Rhaegar pulled him to the side and in the midst of the chaos, he said, “Go back to Norway. Please I beg you and take my wife with you”

What was Rhaegar saying? He spoke nonsense! “I cannot do that and you know I can’t! I want to fight with you, you are one of my dearest friends I cannot let you die”

But Rhaegar insisted. He pressed his forehead against his, “Please. I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

Ragnar didn’t answer. Yes, he trusted him but what was he planning? Why couldn’t he fight alongside the man he admired and respected the most? If they were to die at least they could do that together. Both of them in Valhalla. 

“I do trust you but I want to know why you don’t want me to fight with you”

“Because I need you to protect my wife and daughter. You are my only hope and the only man I trust in the entire world. If I survive this, I will send a raven to Kattegat. Please”

As much as it pained him, Ragnar reluctantly agreed. He let the couple say their brief goodbye and like they could, Ragnar took Lyanna away with the rest of the Norsemen and Yidu at their heels. He knew the way back and he tried to ignore the screams coming from outside the castle, he also prayed to every God and Goddess there was to help his friend in his time of war and for his return. Ragnar had a bad feeling something was going to happen to Lyanna. He knew it in his heart. He didn’t want to think of it but as Lagertha and Bjorn helped Lyanna climb the boat, the same sweet woman who was not afraid of him despite his appearance and reputation, he swore he saw Hel on the shores watching them in the dark. So they rowed away from the Red Keep watching with sorrow and betrayal. All of the Norsemen questioned Ragnar’s decision not to fight. They were supposed to be allies and warriors, not cowards and traitors! One look at Lyanna’s tear stained face and all that old anger Bjorn had for his father returned. 

*3 moons later*

Throughout the three months since they set sail, Thor had not let them sail in peace. Indeed it was a horrible thing to go through. They were soaked to the bone and the boats rocked back and forth most terrifying. Lagertha comforted Lyanna and Yidu rubbed her feet, they were swollen from sitting down for so many weeks and her back ached. She looked paler than usual and sickly.

It was nighttime by the time they saw the familiar shadows and lights of their home through the storm. Ragnar had been worried the whole time. How could he not? His best friend was out there somewhere fighting a war and his heavily pregnant wife was due any day now.

“Ragnar we need to row faster!” Lagertha called out and when he turned to answer Lyanna was laying in Bjorn’s arms unconscious her mouth hanging open and eyes partly closed and then Ragnar was truly afraid. He barked at his men to row faster and pushed Yidu and Lagertha out of the way to hold Lyanna, he moved her head and tapped her cheek to wake her up.

“Sweet Freyja can you hear me?” She didn’t say anything only little tiny groans escaped her lips. Her breathing was raspy, Ragnar placed his hand on top of her belly waiting for a sign the baby was moving. His mouth went dry and he pressed his palm against it harder. Rain and tears blurred his sight but then he felt it; the little flutters of feet and hands a sign the baby was stretching and alive. He let out a shaky breath, he thanked the Gods for at least this small prayer but then Lyanna let out a cry. Yidu, Lagertha, Bjorn and even Floki joined him. Lagertha felt Lyanna’s belly and said, “It’s really hard. She is in labor”. It seemed like the storm worsened, thunder boomed and lightning ignited the dark skies the boat swayed to the sides and water splashed on to them. Once they arrived at the harbor, Ragnar wasted no time picking up Lyanna and carrying her away pushing past the waiting group of people and took her to the midwives hut. Yidu, Lagertha, and Bjorn in tow and not long after a startled Aslaug and Siggy came in as well. Aslaug completely ignored the rest of them and went to Lyanna’s side, she did not know her but she knew what it felt like to go through labor. Everyone was running around trying to comfort Lyanna throughout her ordeal, the midwives boiled water and came out with clean cloths from the tiny kitchen. Some time had passed and the storm nor did Lyanna’s pain pass. In fact, they all began to notice how heavy she began to bleed and how hot her skin felt. A fever. Her screams deafened their ears and Ragnar swore she had broken at least one of his fingers finally one of the midwives, “We need to cut her or the baby is going to die”

Ragnar wanted to beat her with the fire tongs but Lyanna pulled him close and managed to whisper in his ear, “Please let her. I am going to die anyway, Ragnar”

He let out a dry chuckle but tears started to form in his eyes again, “You’re not going to die, sweet Freyja. You are going to live and soon you will be a mother of a beautiful princess”

Lyanna shook her head her bloody fingers stroking his cheek. “No gentle Ragnar I will not survive this. It was already written in the books of the Gods. I need you to cut me open”

Ragnar couldn’t let anyone see him break yet so he kissed her forehead and gave the midwife permission to bring out the knife she used. He turned to his son, “Bring Athelstan! Go! Run!” 

“You have to protect her, all of you. I leave my child in your hands” Lyanna squeezed both Ragnar’s and Aslaug’s hands. She then let go of her and reached for Lagertha, the woman came to her side and Aslaug moved to let them have their moment. “Please. You all have to protect her. If Robert finds out about her he’ll kill her. You know he will. Promise me. All of you promise me” She was crying now and getting weaker so they all promised to watch and protect her baby daughter. Protect her they must for she was Rhaegar’s only living heir and Lyanna’s blessing. Ragnar swore to the Gods he would raise this child and be a father to her until her real father came for her.

The midwife approached with the knife just as Bjorn and Athelstan rushed in. The froze when they realized what was about to happen. The woman raised Lyanna’s bloody dress and looked up at Ragnar and Lagertha with scared eyes then she sliced Lyanna’s stomach open and she let out a blood-curdling scream, the midwife cut through the womb and reached to bring the baby out. She pulled then she was holding her, the bloody and slimy baby that let out tiny tiny wails. Everyone was relieved to hear the baby cry and Lagertha, a woman who did not show much emotion, began to cry. She and the rest of the women followed the midwives around helping them clean her. Lyanna managed a weak smile and once again turned to Ragnar, “Her real name is Y/N Targaryen but you shall give her a different name. I know Bjorn will love her and protect her, let him”

He kissed her forehead, “I will sweet Freyja” he motioned Athelstan to come closer to her. “Do what you usually do when someone is dying”

Athelstan took off his golden cross and pressed it against her heart, “In the name of the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit. May your soul rest in peace and may the Lord forgive your sins” Lyanna’s grip on Ragnar’s hand loosened and she closed her eyes. No one knew what to do, they all just sadly stared at her body. Then the storm stopped and all grew quiet not even the wind blew or birds chirped. Nothing.

Her funeral was sad yet beautiful. Lagertha had dressed her in the dress she was going to give her, the one that reminded her of the night sky. She didn’t have anything in Kattegat so they filled the boat with blue winter roses and laid a white one on top of her stomach with her hands folded over it. Thor did not pay them a visit that morning it was only grey and cold. Ragnar did the honors of pushing the boat into the water and sending the arrow of fire to it. He watched it burn with grief and sorrow in his heart then turned to Lagertha who was minding the baby. Now what?

After the funeral, Lagertha, Ragnar, Bjorn, Siggy, Aslaug and Athelstan sat in the Great Hall in silence. They had not spoken of the baby or Rhaegar. By now, Ragnar was expecting the raven but it had not arrived and he grew worried. They all sat on the big table not really looking at anything or each other.

“I can carry her away with me if you’d like,” Lagertha said finally making them all look up, “She will be safe”

“She will be safer here, Ragnar” Athelstan added turning his eyes to him, “Much safer. You know everyone in this village will love her and protect her as if she were their own”

“Robert will send assassins if he finds out where she is” Bjorn warned and Aslaug shot him a glare.

“The little princess will be safer here, my love, we can raise her. The boys will love her like a little sister”

But Lagertha shook her head, “They look different than she does. Her hair is the same as her fathers and I have a feeling that when she opens her eyes they will be purple. Don’t raise them to be siblings”

“She is a Westerosi noble” Siggy argued “None of us know the arts of raising a Queen with such power. We are Viking with Viking morals and she is a Targaryen Queen”

Ragnar was silent through this. It was a difficult decision. He couldn’t raise her thinking him and Kraka were her parents. When the time came to tell her the truth it will hurt too much but he also didn’t want to send her away. She was the only thing he had of Lyanna and Rhaegar and he promised sweet Freyja he would protect her and love her.

“She will stay here with us. Athelstan is right she is much safer with us” Ragnar stood and took the baby from Lagertha’s arms. She was fast asleep, such a good baby hardly ever cried and she was a beauty as well. Exotic beauty with very little of Lyanna in her or at least on the outside. Maybe on the inside. “If she is to hide then she needs a different name”

“What will you call her?” Siggy said. 

“Freyja after her mother. Thorsdottir since she was born during the wrath of Thor. Freyja Thorsdottir.” Yes, the name suited her just fine. “She will not call us mother and father but we will love her unconditionally and until her father comes for her we will have our own little princess”.

[purplecloaks]

Custom Made, Part Thirty-Five

Ragnar x OC, Bjorn x OC

Everything tag: @squirrelacorngliterfarts

Custom made tag: @kingbouji3 @kawennote09

           I sit next to Ragnar. He is polishing an oar.

           “Who is he?” Bjorn asks.

           “You heard.” Ragnar sighs. “He’s a king. From Tamdrup, wherever that is.”

           “And you trust him?” Bjorn asks.

           I snort. “No.”

           “No!” Ragnar says.

           “I don’t trust him either.” Bjorn says.

           “Why do you not care for you daughter Siggy?” Ragnar asks.

           I nod my head in agreement.

           “I care for her. She just reminds me of things I’d rather forget.” Bjorn says.

           “What kind of man takes a mother away from her child?” Ragnar asks.

           “You tell me. You tried to take me away from my mother.” Bjorn says.

           “That is not the way it went. If you remember, your mother left me. You left me.” He pauses. “It is not easy being a father. It is even harder being a husband. Maybe I have failed at both. No.” He lowers his voice. “I have definitely failed at being a husband.”

           A moment goes by. Then Bjorn gets out of the oat he’s in and goes over to Harald.

           “Oh no.” I tell him.

           “It will be alright.” He says.

           “He’s going to say something he shouldn’t.”

           “Maybe.” Ragnar says. He shrugs.

           “Great.” I sigh.

           Later on, Ragnar is with Yidu again. He doesn’t let me come with him when he’s with her. I don’t like it. I don’t like her. I don’t trust her.

           Since Bjorn has gotten back, I find it hard not to stick to his side. I follow him when he goes to the docks.

           “Bjorn Ironside. Come sit with me.” Harald calls. Bjorn walks over and stands by him, I follow. “We should talk to one another. You don’t trust me.”

           Bjorn sits down. I sit beside him. “I have no reason to trust you. You have told me of your ambitions.”

           “I would never give you any cause to kill me.” Harald says.

           Bjorn scoffs. “That is not for you to say. I may find cause where others may not. Who knows?”

           “But for now, anyway, we are allies. And we shall go together to Paris. And we shall fight together. Is it not so? You and Ragnar need my warriors. You need my ships.” Harald says. Bjorn stands. “I can’t wait for Paris. Bjorn Ironside. I cannot wait. We shall destroy those Christian folk! They have seen nothing yet. We are the masters now! Is it not so?” He stands up. I quickly get up and stand behind Bjorn. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

           I glare at him as Bjorn and I walk away.

           “Are you scared of him?” Bjorn asks me.

           “Sort of. I don’t like him.” I tell him.

           He laughs at me.

           Ragnar is throwing knives at a shield hanging on a mast. I sit and watch him.

           “I don’t like Yidu.” I tell him.

           “I know.” He says.

           “I don’t want you to see her anymore.” I say.

           “That’s not going to happen.” He throws another knife.

           “Do you love her more than me?” I ask.

           He looks at me. “Why would you think that?”

           “You don’t let me come with you when you’re with her.” I tell him.

           He crotches to my height. “That doesn’t mean I love you any less. You’re the person I love the most.” He kisses me hard. I’m breathless when he pulls away. He goes back to throwing knives.

           Harald approaches. “King Ragnar, this is my brother Halfdan. Meet the notorious King Ragnar.” He sees me sitting there. “And that’s Ingrid.”

           Ragnar pulls the knives out of the shield.

           “It’s a great honor. When do we sail for Paris?” Halfdan says.

           “You seem eager to fight.” Ragnar says. He starts throwing again.

           “Yes, it’s true. Not just for the sake of fighting but for the beauty of it. And against the Christians yes. I hate the Christians. In the name of Odin, I would kill them all.” Halfdan says.    

           “You’ll have the opportunity to kill a great number of them once we reach Paris.” Ragnar says.

           Ragnar goes off with Yidu again during the feast. I miss him.

           I sit by myself at the feast. Every so often, Ubbe or Hvitserk comes over to fill my horn. I kiss their cheeks every time. Hvitserk wipes them off every time. I laugh at him every time.

           The next day, Ragnar is still with Yidu. It saddens me. Maybe I’m just too clingy.

           I sit next to Ivar as Floki teaches him different runes. Outside there are children playing; he keeps looking over at them.

           “Ivar do you want to play?” Aslaug asks.

           Floki picks him up and goes outside with him. I follow and sit down beside Aslaug. Floki pulls his wagon into the middle of the children and puts him in it. He stands back.

           “Here! Give it here!” Ivar says. Trying to catch the ball.

           Someone ends up throwing him the ball and another child pulls it out of his hands. The child runs past Floki and Floki grabs it and throws I back to Ivar. Another child tries to pull it out of his hands. After a short struggle, Ivar picks up the axe in his wagon and hits the boy over the head with it. All the children start screaming. Ivar starts screaming. Aslaug and I run towards him. I pick him up out of his wagon. Aslaug grabs his face.

           “Do not be afraid. It’s not your fault. Everything is alright.” She says.

           I walk away with Ivar, holding him close to me.

           “It’s okay, my love, everything will be okay.” I whisper to him.

[malenamoonlight]

This comment… that specific moment you’ve pointed out, almost nobody pays attention to Ragnar’s attitudes towards Thorunn in seasons 2 and 3. The truth is that Ragnar never cared about slaves or slavery implications… Let me fix this, he never cared about slave-girls, because, you know, Athelstan… And that behavior is inconsistent and… hypocrite, considering how admired he is by his “legacy” of freedom, anti-establishment and anti-power speeches. I’ve never seen people mentioning Ragnar’s behaviors towards Thorunn and slaves in general. I think, due to his relationship with Athelstan, people overlook his conduct regarding slavery during his rule. They like to point out how bad Aslaug and Lagertha did to Margrethe on season 4B. But Aslaug freed Thorunn and Lagertha accepted her as Bjorn’s partner pretty well. And we have Yidu… It always disturbs me when I remember that people back then described her as “Ragnar’s new love interest” [x] or blame her for his breakdown on season 4A… I mean, she wasn’t a love interest or a girlfriend, she was a slave held hostage by him. How can someone say such thing? That’s why I always like to hold onto Dianne Doan interview about her character [x], the part where she states that’s always about survival, not love or romance.

I mean, I’m talking about accountability… All I’m trying to say is that Ragnar needs to be held accountable for his horrible acts. Women always take the s*it in this show. 

hey so i know it's probably been a while but i have a question. would you like an au where thourunn dosen't leave, both her and bjorn mature, siggy b. lives, and they are all a happy family. you seem like a fun person to talk to about this subject

I think it would be a good AU, though in my head, Thorunn was always the one for Bjorn and he never really got over her since she was his first love and all that and I like that their romance is full of angst. I want to believe that they can be happy and work past their issues (such as Siggy’s custody, Bjorn’s parents’ disapproval of their union, Thorunn’s insecurities as to her legitimacy as a shieldmaiden and the power imbalance between them...) In my head, Thorunn has always been very free-spirited. She has agency and doesn’t want to yield it, and even as a slave she did not want to yield it because that was the last thing she had and I feel like Bjorn was trying to get her to relinquish said agency over being his wife and the mother to their daughter, hence, I believe some resentment on Thorunn’s part towards Bjorn. I believe Thorunn left because she wanted to be free but also flee her insecurities and the pressure she was under. I believe she refused to be a slave of another sort but deeply regrets abandoning her daughter. So I think such AU would be fine but one that takes into account Thorunn’s issues and really delves into the power imbalance between them. Also, I headcanon that Siggy being relatively the same age as Sigurd, Ivar, and Angrboda, they are raised together, fostered in Aslaug’s hall, getting into all kinds of mischief.

Also I want Thorunn to best Lagertha and I want Bjorn to be man enough and defend her in front of his parents because HOMEGIRL WAS SCORNED AND BELITTLED BY THEM AND THIS I CANNOT ABIDE!!! Ragnar’s classism really is showing as to what kind of woman his son must be seen with. He didn’t even BAT AN EYE when he went after a MARRIED WOMAN!!!! but acts all prissy when he is with Thorunn. Like... I get it, Ragnar, you are the embodiment of “can’t make a wife out of a slave” so kindly fuck off and go fuck your priest!

[pagan-raider]

Since you asked for more - Vikings for the movie or tv series ask ^^

You are great! Saving me from learning the latin names of 500 birds.

1. My opinion of the movie in less than 5 words: Ruined my fucking life!

2. If I approve of the ending: Since it hasn’t ended yet, I’ll go with the ending of season 4. Hell no, I did not approve! I wasn’t a big fan of Sigurd and he kind of asked for it, but I definitely didn’t want him to die, for his own sake as much as for Ivar’s. And I’m not even starting to talk about Helga! *sobs*

3. If I would ever re-watch it: I have watched it like 10 times. Maybe except for 4A, because let’s face it, it was quite shitty.

4. Who my favorite character is: Ivar of course (but with an honorable mention of Floki)

5. Who my least favorite character is: Probably Yidu. Not because I hated her so much, but I’m still wondering why they put her in that show. She was nothing but an annoying drug dealer. Least important character in tv history.

6. My favorite scene: It’s still the blood eagle scene from season 2. That shit was intense. Björn could still learn a thing or two from his father.

7. My favorite romantic pairing: Helga x Floki

8. My favorite non romantic pairing: Ivar and Ragnar. I wish we would have seen more of them together.

[ofodinn]

Continued from X -- > @myriadxofxmuses

“Not to you perhaps, but I see it.”

She knew how difficult it must be for Ragnar to see anything other than pain and suffering as he looked back on his life. He’d fought many battles, mostly victorious, but his losses were far greater than any successes. He’d been pulled from his family numerous times to expand his empire. He’d been betrayed by those deemed most loyal. His mind had been screwed while using Yidu’s ‘medication’. And he’d abandoned his duties as King for many years.

But his life was much more than his failures.

“You have lived your life. You’ve travelled the world, befriended those thought to be the enemy, learned of other cultures. You, King Ragnar, are beautiful. Your life is beautiful. Even with its imperfections you have managed to do what more only dream of. How can you disregard such a feat because of a few mistakes?”

Ragnar was not surprised that Ofreyja saw what she did.  She tended to be more perceptive than he realized, in his experience anyway.

There was a time he could see the victories in his life, that he could see the good, but so much loss has made him see that, had made him see the judgment that people cast on him and he was much more of a broken many than he had been in his past.

“It is hard to see all that. I befriend those that were thought to be my enemy and for what? I opened my eyes up see and be open minded about ways of the Christians, and all that I can see is that my people, one of my closest friends, could not handle that and killed my connection to them, and killed the person, the only person who truly understood me, without judgment.” 

[thecatsaesthetics]

Vikings?

send me a tv series and I’ll tell you: 

my all-time ultimate fave character: Gisla 

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Aslaug

a character I used to like but now don’t: Ragnar

a character I’m indifferent about: Lagertha

a character who deserved better: Rollo

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: Rollo x Siggy

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Rollo x Gisla/ Athelstan x Ragnar

a cute, low-key ship: Aethelwulf x Kwenthrith

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: Ecbert x Judith, I thought it had potential to be an interesting storyline but they went no where with it. 

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Aslaug x Ragnar, Judith x Athelstan, Ragnar x Yidu, Margrethe x all of Ragnar’s sons. 

my favourite storyline/moment: Season two where all the woman banded together, and Athelstan’s death and aftermath storyline.  

a storyline that never should have been written: All of last season, especially the Rollo stuff, and the Yidu stuff, and the killing Aslaug, just scrap all of last season. 

my first thoughts on the show: Look at all these interesting female characters. 

my thoughts now: Fuck you Michael Hirst.... 

[kristnirpresti]

1,5,9,12,13,14,16

{ salty mun meme - x - @ofodinn }

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Torvi and Bjorn but that is because Torvi on the show is a bit boring and bland, and has no real connection with Bjorn. Margarethe with any of the boys… I just… again she was bland and I just didn’t see any chemistry.

5. already done

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Well I’ve stated it before and people like to me to say its Floki, and its not and it never will be. I don’t like Yidu, she was a shitty replacement for Stan, and her arc was shitty. And I like Lagertha but S4b Lagertha especially has got to go and take her Narnia White Which aesthetic into Hel.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I don’t really know what is unpopular, I came to the fandom a bit late. But I would have to say something I can see being unpopular is Athelstan’s crucifixion and his subsequent struggle with religion. And I say this because it shows that Stan is not perfect and this is a huge struggle he had, I think the fandom doesn’t like because it makes Stan imperfect which is problematic for many Athelnar shippers in particular. But I love it. 

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

I’m gonna throw a curve ball and give you an unpopular opinion about my own character, and that is I would have liked him with Judith if the writing had been better and their story hadn’t been rushed and SCENES WERE NOT CUT!. 

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Some fans inability to accept their behavior towards some of the actors is disgusting and wrong, is not cool. Its fine to fan girl and freak out about an actor’s face in the tags, but the idealization that some people do in this fandom, to go as far as to send hate and create death blogs for a character we haven’t even seen yet because they play a love interest is fucking wrong and disgusting and the fact that fans can’t seem to see how this is wrong is really troubling. Actors are people too, people we don’t know, they have boundaries and when actors are new to the business you don’t want to come on so strong and pretend to be with them because that will make them not want anything to do with their fans or social media. Be grateful for what they give us, because they share with us and that is a privilege. 

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

See the deaths I wouldn’t want happening AND Stan would have said I love you to Ragnar. 

[honestsycrets]

For anon

Since you want something fluffy what about a slave that bonds with yidu? Both are slaves and become friends. And there doesn’t have to be love interest I just love here and I’m not done with season 4a ( I KNOW EVERYONE ITS ALREADY BEEN HALF SPOILED BUT THINGS LIKE THIS I DONT KNOW SO DONT RUIN HER YET FOR ME) but yes I just really like her character. Make it as fluff as you want cx

A/N: Why would you do this to me? Haha, I couldn’t resist this.

The first time you met her, she was beautiful. The black flyaways drifting in her eyes or how she couldn’t even handle a silly chicken, it was all a little too cute. You were no more than eleven, but even you could handle a chicken!

“You don’t know much, do you?” You bubbled up to her with tightly bound braids. You raised a heavy blade, chopping the chicken’s head clean off its flailing body. Yidu drifts back to examine the manner in which you took care of the chicken.

“Let the blood drain out. Then we pick the feathers and… and finish.” You mumbled, turning to her dark coins that were eyes boring into your tiny eyes.

“You… have been a slave a long time.” She says, motioning to your tiny hands that are calloused with hard work. You alternate your bloody hands behind your back shamefully, rolling your lower lip into your mouth.

“I was born into this.” You nod.

She slides your hands back in front of your body lacing your fingers into the spaces of her own. Her hands were soft, though cut by the bird you quickly disposed of just minutes prior. As she smiles, you smile too.

“It is not something to be ashamed of.”

As time progressed, you often looked for Yidu. She sometimes disappeared. You were no stranger to Ragnar’s glances at your friend. In fact maybe you thought it a little cute if you didn’t know he was Aslaug’s husband. There seemed to be no love lost, however.

“Do all men love like him?” You chirp while cleaning the mess left by the family.

Yidu looks back to you, cleaning a mess of spilled mead. “I don’t know. The men here may.” She says.

You look over your shoulder, finding Aslaug’s eyes gazing upon your work. You are quick to pick and clean at the floor. “Lady Aslaug says they are.” You say, reflecting back to an occasion in which you asked her about her husband.

Brash, sudden and cold. You almost fear any man looking upon you like that too. You would never want to be a slave to a man. You are almost thankful that you weren’t. Yidu says nothing, curling around the table to where you pick up bits of dropped food.

“I can tell you to never think like a slave. You have just crossed the bridges of becoming a woman. Be a confident one.” Yidu says dry as day.

Yesterday red streaked your simple and poor gown. It itched your inner thighs, raising the skin into bumps and burning the junction of your legs to your torso. It hurt and it burned. Fear of Aslaug kept you from approaching her with questions. Late at night, you crawled up to Yidu’s warm breast like a small bird in a nest.

“What is it (Y/N)? Are you cold?” She whispers, groggily winding her arms about you.

“No… I’m bleeding.” You whimper. Of course you knew what it was… but you didn’t know everything about it. The both of you basked in silence. When the morning came, she washed away your blood red worries and told you things you never knew. It won’t last long, it only comes once a month, you are a woman now.

In a world where you had no mother and thus no answers, Yidu always had the answers.

“Do you have to go?” You sniffle.

Yidu was leaving with Ragnar. You didn’t want her to go. Things… things made sense when she was here. When she was gone, you felt like a wave in the ocean. Slapping here to there and there to here. There was nothing grounding.

“Yes.” She says simply. You play nervously with your hands looking to the boat where Ubbe and Hvitserk are. You look away shyly when the oldest of boys glance to you. Yidu peers over to where you had been looking.

“Be careful about those men. They are trouble, even young.”

You laugh, looking up to the sky. “He is a prince, Yidu. I am a slave.” You mumble, cut off by her sharp tsking of her tongue.

“What have I told you?” Yidu holds your hand tightly in hers. You thought for a moment. It was easy for her, being from the family she was from, to think like this. But you were not her. You were not a royal.

“Never think like a slave.” You repeat. Ragnar calls for Yidu to approach the ship. She spares you little more than a smile and a nod.

“Remember that, Margrethe.”

[walkingmusical]

I think I might actually ship Ragnar and Yidu.

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

Blood of the Dragon: Chapter 1

Summary: Y/n is rapidly growing every day and it doesn’t take long for Robert to set out a large reward for anyone that finds her. Preferably dead. It’s up to Ragnar and his people to protect the little princess. And a surprise visit from the North.

Rhaegar Targaryen aesthetic made by yours truly :) pics belong to their rightful owners

Pairings: Ivar x Reader, Sigurd x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader

Warnings: attempt assassinations, blood, angst, major fluff along the way, protective Dad!Ragnar

A/N: Your feedback means a lot to me! Thank you for the kind words, reblogs and likes. Let know what you think of this one :) As always, be nice and courteous. Have a nice day/night! 

Baby Freyja’s first few days in Kattegat were as terrifying as they were lovely. Everyone was one edge, they didn’t know if and when Rhaegar was going to send a raven letting them know everything was alright not only that but anyone they did not know that came into the Great Hall was questioned. It was mostly Ragnar’s idea. He was scared Robert was sending assassins. He could protect her but the very idea of Robert finding them scared him.

His little sons absolutely adored the baby princess. When they first saw her Ubbe and Hvitserk begged him to unwrap her from the blankets to see how tiny her fingers and toes were, little Sigurd squealed in delight when he touched a little hand. Ivar, still a baby himself, couldn’t properly talk but he smiled at her and reached to touch her. They were fascinated by her and wouldn’t leave her side. Aslaug noticed that Ivar’s pain had vanished completely since her birth and wondered if maybe it was a sign from the Gods or if she actually had Freyja’s healing touch. She didn’t know but she loved the baby even more.

Over the few days they settled into a routine; Aslaug would be the first to have her for the day. She still had plenty of breast milk from Ivar and baby Freyja took it gladly. She was bathed, fed and rocked to sleep. Then once she awoke Aslaug nursed her again. Then it was Ragnar, he went outside with his sons to watch them play by the river while he minded the child. Sometimes him, his sons and even Athelstan went deep into the woods for a walk. The entire time he would look over his shoulder making sure no one was following them. Yidu and Siggy would follow soon after, they went back to the Great Hall though and stayed with Aslaug and Ivar. Soon after Helga, Floki’s wife, came down from the mountains to see the famous Targaryen baby everyone was talking about. Having just buried her daughter she needed a distraction, better yet, anything to do with a baby. So when Helga met baby Freyja, her heart bloomed with love and wouldn’t let her go not even when she started to cry for more milk. Aslaug had to practically rip her away from her arms to feed her. 

Like his father, Bjorn had a special place in his heart for Freyja. He didn’t know what it was but he didn’t need that questioned answered. Harsh as the truth was, he never really cared for his own daughter Siggy yet he had so much love for the sleeping baby in his arms. He prayed that Rhaegar never came back for her everyone loved this little baby so much already. He walked around Kattegat showing her off to neighbors, old playmates, and sparring buddies. He was the first one to see her little eyes flutter open and his mother wasn’t wrong; she had the most beautiful indigo eyes he had ever seen! 

A few months passed and the fear of Robert Baratheon’s assassins faded but the fear for Rhaegar’s safety did not. Ragnar sacrificed a goat to Odin in hopes that will help them with their answers and the King’s well-being. Freyja was growing fast already giggling and smiling at them. Her beauty was blooming as well and everyone could tell she was a Targaryen through and through.

“Maybe he’s already dead,” Aslaug told him that night. It was after they had put all of the children to sleep, Ragnar had been drinking to silence his thoughts.

His eyes went to her face and took another sip of his ale, “Why do you say such thoughts, hm? Do you not want her to have a father? Do you want a usurper to sit on her rightful throne?”

“I am only thinking, Ragnar” she answered, “Maybe there is a reason why he hasn’t sent a raven or a messenger. I am truly worried”

“You think you’re the only one that’s worried Kraka? Because of me my best friend could be dead or fighting a war and here I am doing nothing!” He pushed away his chair from the table and stood up so fast he knocked over the jug of ale, its contents spilling on to the floor. Aslaug didn’t flinch and opened her mouth to speak when Bjorn burst into the Great Hall, breathless and with a worried frown in between his eyes. 

���Fire father!” he managed to wheeze out “Someone set our boats on fire”

A horrible feeling grew in the pit of Ragnar’s stomach, there were warning bells in his head that told him this was the work of Robert Baratheon still he wanted to ease his own anxiety and hopefully this was the work of an arrow going in the wrong direction. “Stay with the children,” he told his wife and followed his son out of the Hall and into the fearful night.

Aslaug went to grab one of the weapons from the wall they were hanging and studied the room. She had never held a weapon in her entire life let alone trained to be a shieldmaiden like her mother or a warrior like her father. Still, a lioness must protect her cubs. If she died protecting them then she will. Aslaug walked to the back room where they were sleeping, she abruptly stopped when she noticed a man standing over Freyja’s and Ivar’s cot. He was as tall as her husband wearing dark and weathered leathers. A rotten smell came out of his gaping mouth as if he didn’t expect to see her there, his face dirty with his hair hidden underneath a tattered cap. A shiny glint in his hand caught her eye and she looked down only to see a dagger in his shaky fingers.

“You’re not supposed to be here” the man mumbled.

Her breath hitched and adrenaline wired her entire body. “Don’t” she whimpered, her voice small and fragile.

He raised his dagger dangerously slow. “It’s mercy m’lady. She won’t live long anyway”

“No!” she screamed and launched herself at him dropping the ax. Her hands wrapped around the blade with all her might trying the pry the dagger off his hands. The man fought back just as hard, he pushed her on to the bed where her sons woke up with a start. They began to scream and cry for their mother. Aslaug brought down his hand and bit him, the man howled in pain, she pushed both of them into a dresser trying to knock him into anything so his grip would loosen but the man would not stop. One wrong move and he hit her causing the woman to fall to the floor. One hand clamped over her mouth and the other ready to slice her throat open. Aslaug managed to cover herself and closed her palms against the blade again and the man pulled it slicing her hands open. Warm blood oozed out of her and the man hit her in the back of her head again, not hard enough to make her go unconscious but hard enough to see stars. 

The man’s attention went back to the sleeping infants, now no one will stop him from completing his mission. He raised his dagger again and in the corner of Aslaug’s eye she saw a huge white figure dash into the room, the man turned just as the wolf leaped into his body both of them falling backward. The man screamed in terror and the wolf went to his throat. The assassin’s scream did not last long as blood sprayed the wolf, the floor and Aslaug’s dress. The wolf stared at her. It was a female the parts that weren’t bloody, Aslaug could see her pretty white fur. She was huge! She was not a normal wolf but a direwolf her eyes were the same shade of grey as Lyanna’s.

Lyanna.

Had Lyanna sent her spirit down to watch over her daughter? Tears welled up in her eyes, “Thank you Lady Stark” she croaked and brought her body to the edge of the bed, her elbows supporting her weight. The pain from her palms was agonizing and her entire body shook. Of fear, adrenaline, and pain. Her sons stared at their mother with wide eyes only when the wolf padded to and began to lick away the blood from her wounds did she let out a loud sob. Not long after, Bjorn and Ragnar returned and that’s how they found them; a dead man with blood pouring out of his throat, Aslaug with blotchy eyes, two scared children and a direwolf guarding Freyja’s side of the cot.

“Who was he?” Bjorn asked his stepmother much later. They were back in the Great Hall, cleaning her wounds and comforting two frightened Ragnarsons. Lagertha was holding baby Freyja. She had woken up hungry and Ragnar ordered the thralls to heat some cow milk over the fire and with a clean cloth, Lagertha dipped a corner of the rag in the warm milk to feed her. Ragnar did not bother to send the wolf away, he too was sure that Lyanna sent a direwolf to watch over her baby daughter.

“I don’t know but I believe he was sent by Robert Baratheon”

Yidu held up a rolled up piece of parchment paper, “He was. It says here he is rewarding two hundred pounds of gold to anyone that finds Lyanna Targaryen and her child. He wants them dead and to bring him their heads”

“They also found a map to Kattegat in his pocket” Siggy added and slid the map to Ragnar.

“But how did they find us?” Bjorn asked, still confused.

“They must have seen us escape that night with Lyanna”, Lagertha suggested making herself shiver. They could be out there looking for them. Poor Lyanna was dead but the babe survived. If Robert found out...

Bjorn studied the weapon. It was far too fine for the man that was going to use it to kill his baby Freyja. In fact, it was also an exotic beauty. “Father, I don’t recognize this sort of metal” Ragnar extended his hand and his son handed him the dagger.

He studied it long and hard. He didn’t recognize it either. It was a strange weapon. He had never seen such luxury and he had to agree with his son, this weapon did not belong to this man. Either Robert or one of his allies gave it to the assassin.

“I don’t know who it belongs to” Ragnar twirled the knife and then set it down on the table, “but I know that Robert Baratheon won’t stop until all the Targaryens in the world are dead”

“We must keep her safe at all costs,” Aslaug said and winced at Yidu cleaning her wounds.

A man knocked on the Hall’s door and let himself in, a messenger. “King Ragnar there is a man here looking for you”

“Who?”

“He says he is Lord Eddard Stark brother of Her Grace Lyanna Targaryen”

Suddenly everyone’s worst fear came true. The man was either going to take Freyja away or he came with terrible news, this wasn’t going to be a pleasant visit. 

They all stood as Lord Stark came in with several guards with his house sigil on their breastplate. He was a man of Ragnar’s age, his face solemn with a trimmed beard. He had the same dark grey eyes as his sister except his were more grim looking, his hair a dark brown and long, and the fine leathers he wore made him stand out more in a room full of Vikings. Accompanying him was another man with chin-length black hair and a short boxed beard. He wore the same grand dark leathers as Lord Stark but they did not look related.

“King Ragnar” Lord Eddard spoke in a low sad voice. 

“Lord Stark” he answered, “what brings you here?” 

Bjorn hid his mother and the baby by placing himself in front of them. He didn’t care who he was, no one was taking Freyja away from them if it wasn’t Rhaegar. He couldn’t trust any Westerosi noble right now.

“My sister and her child” Lord Stark scanned the room for her but he didn’t see her among the crowd of foreign faces. “Where is she?”

Ragnar swallowed the painful lump in his throat and looked at his wife and son. Bjorn cast his eyes down and Aslaug gave him a simple nod. He turned back to Ned Stark, “My Lord I am very sorry but...Her Grace passed away giving birth to her daughter”

The room went silent. Ragnar could tell this man was just like him, the Lord wouldn’t break in front of them. He had to keep his composure for his men and the people in the room. He wanted to show them how strong a Stark of Winterfell really was. Still, he could see the tears threatening to spill. Lord Stark blinked them away. “Where is my niece? Is she here with you?” There was a tone of desperation in his voice and Ragnar felt bad for him. The baby was the only thing that reminded him of his sister and didn’t want to lose her too. 

“Bjorn, it's alright my son,” Lagertha said gently and after much hesitation, the tall blond moved to the side so Lord Stark could see his niece.

The look on Ned’s face was of both relief and happiness to see his sister’s legacy alive and well. He approached Lagertha and extended his arms out to her and she gladly put the baby in his arms. Freyja stirred and stretched her little arms opening and closing her fists and letting out little coos before fluttering her eyes open. He smiled at her, his too big finger tracing her little face, she kicked her feet and tried to touch his face. Her indigo eyes locked with his greys one look into them was all it took for Lord Stark to know she was safe with these people.

“What’s her name?”

“Her Grace named her child Y/n Targaryen but we chose Freyja Thorsdottir to hide her identity,” Bjorn told him, his heart thumped madly against his chest. He wasn’t sure if Lord Stark was going to take her or what but Bjorn hoped he wasn’t.

Ned let out a chuckle, “I knew it. Lyanna always wanted to name her first daughter Y/n”

Aslaug nudged Ragnar and pointed to the dagger and paper on the table. They had to tell him and Ragnar wanted to ask about Rhaegar and how were they able to find them.

“How did you find us, Lord Stark?” His wife asked. 

“Lord Varys, Master of Whispers, sent us a raven letting us know of Lyanna’s whereabouts. He said his little birds told him they saw you leaving on a boat during the attack”

Lagertha had been right. Someone was watching! It angered her. It meant the same man told them where baby Freyja was. “He must be the reason Robert Baratheon knows where the princess is”

Ned looked up shocked, “Robert knows where you are? How do you know?”

Ragnar picked up the dagger and paper. Ned returned the baby to Bjorn and took the items from him, he scanned through the paragraph then studied the dagger. His face grew grimmer. “This blade...it’s Valyrian steel and the hilt dragonbone. Who was it?” 

“The man is already dead thanks to the help of a direwolf but we don’t know who he is all we know is that such a fine blade did not belong to him but someone else” Ragnar took the blade back from him and studied it again. He had to hide it somewhere else before it fell into the wrong hands. His best friend crossed his mind again. “Do you know where Rhaegar is? Is he well?”

Lord Stark shrugged and shook his head, “No one knows where Rhaegar is”

Ragnar frowned, “What?”

“No one has seen him since the sacking of Kingslanding. Now a fat man sits on the Throne demanding to be called King” Ned Stark spat out the word ‘king’ as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world. 

“Who are his allies?” 

“Us the Starks, houses Lannister, Tyrell, Martell, Arryn and a few more I cannot name and we are asking for the help of the Golden Company” Ned studied them up and down, “I’m guessing you are also our allies”

“Yes!” Bjorn said rather quickly “We have been allies with the Targaryens since I was a boy. I want us to join the fight”

Ned shook his head. “I’m sorry but I rather you stay here protecting the heir to the Iron Throne. I have a few things to give to the princess if you don’t mind and I will send her more when I can”

Ragnar and Aslaug thanked him relieved he wasn’t taking her back with him to Winterfell. Here they would protect her. A few guards came in with trunks made of dark oak and when Aslaug lifted one of the lids she was shocked by the finery in them. Embroidered blankets, fur blankets, bonnets, little socks and shoes, beautiful smocks. Her heart sank when she realized how different baby Freyja would look from her sons, the older she would notice the sooner she would ask where she came from and Aslaug was not prepared for that moment. She closed the lid and thanked the Lord for such things one last time.

When they went to the docks to bid their goodbyes to Lord Stark, they all noticed a fiery red light from the sky, They all looked up to see a red comet flyby illuminating the very early morning. Strange how such things occur when you least expect them to. To a lot of the villagers, this was a sign of the Gods telling them everything was going to be alright but Aslaug knew better. This was a sign that the Promised Queen will save them all and the Gods were on her side.

Everything the Seer had told her was coming true. She only hoped that when the little princess came of age she married her favorite son, she already had a plan up her sleeve to make her son the future King of Westeros and it involved a little potion.

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[purplecloaks]

Custom Made, Part Thirty-Four

Ragnar x OC, Bjorn x OC

Everything tag: @squirrelacorngliterfarts

Custom made tag: @kingbouji3 @kawennote09

           Ragnar is in the bath. A slave girl in by the hearth. I’m in Ragnar’s throne.

           “I cannot stop thinking about death. Death intrigues me. The death of children. The death of friends. But my own death continues to elude me. In my world, it is believed the day of your death is fated.” He sits up towards the slave. “Would you like to know the day of your death?”

           “In my world, you must have a life worth living before you can even consider death.” She says.

           “In my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.” Ragnar says. That worries me.

           “I am a slave. So I have the same feelings.” She says.

           Ragnar chuckles and sits back. “A king and a slave. It is both our duties to serve others, whether we like it or not.”

           She carries a bucket of water towards the bath. She’s struggling. She bumps it against the bath and it splashes over Ragnar and the floor. She gets down and starts trying to dry it with her apron. Ragnar sits forward and tuts at her.

           “What is your name?” He asks.

           “Yidu.” She says.

           Later on, they bring in the Yule log. I sit beside Ragnar, Aslaug, and the boys.

           “People! May the Yule log burn throughout Yol and bring its warmth and light to us in these darkest of days. And to King Ragnar and his family, may they feel the warmth of the fire, like the love of the people!” A priest says. Everyone cheers.

           Yidu comes over to Aslaug.

           “Ivar’s awake now. He is crying for you.” Yidu says. Aslaug gets up to see Ivar.

           The boys, Ragnar, and I all move back to where Aslaug and Ivar are. I sit beside Ivar and boop him on the nose. He laughs.

           “Ivar! Hey! Look this is mistletoe. Do you know what’s special about mistletoe? It’s magical. Go on.” Ragnar puts the mistletoe between his teeth and picks up Ivar from Aslaug’s lap.

           “Careful!” Aslaug says.

           “Here take this.” Ragnar hands the mistletoe to Ivar. “Good boy, put it in there, just like your brothers. Put it in there.”

           “I don’t want to.” Ivar says.

           “Good boy. No, you can do it, it’s all right. Do it! Don’t stop.” Ragnar says. Ivar throws the mistletoe on the ground.

           “Give him to me.” Aslaug says.

           “What are you doing?” Ragnar asks.

           “He doesn’t want to do it.” Aslaug says.

           “Stop treating him like there’s something wrong with him!” Ragnar says. “Let him join in with the other boys and be like the other boys.”

           “But he’s not like the other boys! He’s different. You can’t make him what you want. You can’t make him like you. He’s not you!” Aslaug yells and starts to leave. Ragnar follows. I trail after them.

           “If you treat him like a cripple, he will be a cripple.” Ragnar spits.

           “Don’t worry about it. Ivar’s my responsibility, not yours.” Aslaug says.

           “I love him just as much as you do.” Ragnar says.

           “You don’t act like it.” Aslaug says.

           “Stop it!” I shout. They all look at me. “We all love Ivar and want the best for him.” I try and take him from Aslaug but she doesn’t let me.

           “He’s my son.” She says.

           “He’s my soul mate!” I storm off.

           Ubbe stops me when I try to stomp past him. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

           “Your mother.” I say.

           “What about her?” Ubbe asks.

           “She is not letting Ivar grow. She is not letting Ragnar be his father and love him.” I say. I hug him close to me and he lets me.

           Later Ragnar and I lay in bed.

           “I saw you looking at my slave, Yidu.” Aslaug says. “I know you can hear me.” She sits on her side of the bed. “Would you like to spend some time with her? If so, I can arrange it. And I wouldn’t mind. You are free to go with her. I won’t be jealous.”

           “If that is what you want.” Ragnar says. He pulls me close to him.

           The next day he leaves me to be with Yidu. To be honest, it makes me bitter. She is a slave. What is so interesting about her? Why does he not want to be with me instead?

           Since Ragnar will not be with me, I go with Aslaug. She takes Ivar to Floki’s house. He’s strapped to her chest like a baby. She knocks on the door. Helga opens it.

           “Helga.” Aslaug says.

           “Come in.” Helga says. We both go in.

           “What do you want?” Floki asks.

           “Floki just wait. And listen! Isn’t it enough that the Queen has come to our door?” Helga says.

           Aslaug sets Ivar down and I kneel next to him. He picks up an axe in front of him.

           “Well?” Floki asks.

           “Floki, I came to deliver my precious son into your hands. This is Ivar, who I love more than anyone else alive. And Floki, I know he is clever. I want you to teach him the way of our gods. Teach Ivar the true path. Teach him to hate the Christian God as you hate the Christian God! Only you can do it, not Ragnar. I will bring him to you every day. Teach him to be a Viking. Teach him the deep, and ancient ways.” Aslaug says.

           I kiss Ivar’s head.

           Floki nods.

           Later we all march into town with torches. I march behind Ivar. He’s being carried. When we get to the bonfire, Ragnar lights it. Then I kiss Ivar’s head.

           The next day Hvitserk runs into the Great Hall where Aslaug and I are.

           “Mother! Ingrid!” He yells.

           “What is it?” We both ask.

           “A stranger has come.” Hvitserk says.

           “A stranger?” Aslaug asks.

           “You don’t know who?” I ask.

           Hvitserk shakes his head.

           We both stand up. “Where is he?” Aslaug asks.

           “He is here.” The man says entering the Great Hall. “Queen Aslaug. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Harald but, uh, my people call me King Finehair.”

           “A king?” Aslaug says. “Then you are most welcome to our hearth and home.” She turns and grabs a goblet. “Come, warm yourself by the fire.”

           “My men…” Harald starts.

           “Will be taken care of.” Aslaug says. “Are you hungry? Fetch King Harald a drink.” We all sit down around the hearth, Aslaug and I on the opposite side now. “Tell me, King Harald, why have you come here?”

           “The wanderers sing praises of your husband. They tell stories of his journeys far and wide. His raids upon England and Paris! He is a famous man. Why would I not want to meet him in person? Sit at his feet and talk to him? But where, may I ask might he be?” Harald says.

           “You will see him soon enough.” Aslaug says.

           Soon it’s very cheery. Harald’s men are loud.

           Ubbe comes over to where Aslaug and I sit. He leans down to let me kiss him. Aslaug hands him a drink. Harald starts coming over.

           “Let’s play hnefatafl! Huh?” Harald says.

           “Yes.” Ubbe says.

           “Yes?” Harald says.

           “I’ll get the board!” Hvitserk says.

           “Get the board! We’re playing hnefatafl!” Harald yells. “Come on let’s drink! Let’s drink!” Hvitserk comes in with the board. “I’ll play the King!” He sits in Ragnar’s throne. I go to stand up and beat him out of it but Aslaug holds me back.

           She gets up and I follow. “I;m going to ask you once more, why have you really come here?”

           Harald sighs. “I made someone a promise.”

           “Who?” I ask.

           “A girl. A princess. I wanted to marry her. But…she turned me down.” Harald says.

           “Why did she turn you down?” Aslaug asks.

           “I wasn’t important enough. She has other offers.” Harald says.

           “Why didn’t you just take her?” Aslaug asks.

           “That’s a good question, Queen Aslaug, but, uh, I don’t know. I liked her spirt. I decided I had to be worthy of her.” Harald says.

           “How could you do that?” I ask.

           “By making myself King of all Norway! Then she would marry me for sure!” Harald says. I bristle. Aslaug places her hand on me.

           “But in order to become King of all Norway, you would have to overthrow my husband.” Aslaug says.

           Harald just takes a drink of his ale.

           Ubbe wins the game they are playing.

           Ragnar comes in. He talks to Bjorn for a minute and then comes over to us.

           “And you are?” He asks Harald.