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otakufrenchfries · 4 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry?" Bjorn whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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otakufrenchfries · 4 years ago

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Hidden love Pt.2

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part 1

He had been looking forward to it all week, Ivar has been telling his family about you since primary school for a long time, but when they get to high school, they will finally meet the girl who has made their brother's son's heart skip a beat. Aslaug was just as happy and impatient as his son, because after all Ivar never brought a girl home even for a simple check-up, while the brothers thought that she must be very different from the others to please their little brother, except for Sigurd, who didn't believe in her at all and thought that the younger one wanted to make himself more interesting. Unfortunately for him, Lily who was due to arrive at about 13 am was a little late which stressed him even more, what if she didn't come in the end? Maybe this is just a joke... It was buried in his thoughts and sitting on the sofa in the living room that Ivar didn't hear the doorbell and to his dismay his brother Hvitserk went to open the door for him. Hvitserk was undoubtedly the most flirtatious in the whole family and although it was funny most of the time Ivar couldn't stand the thought of her brother flirting with you right in front of her eyes.

"Hi, you must be the famous Lily?" said Hvitserk.

"I don't know if I'm famous but I'm Lily" you laughed, Ivar's heart shook at the understanding of your laughter "Excuse me, I didn't ask you what your name was?"

"I'm Ivar's beautiful Hvitserk brother, normally you should meet our other brother Hubbe, he'll be back soon and then there's Sigurd, but let's just say he doesn't like Ivar's company."

"Oh, nice to meet you Hitserk, is Ivar there?"

"Yes, of course. Come on in. He's waiting for you in the living room."

I walked towards the only open door I could see. It was indeed the creamy white living room, a red brick chimney in the middle of a large wall covered with a photo of the family, in the centre a large brown leather sofa where Ivar was.

"Ivar, I am happy to see you, I am really sorry to be late, I had some problems on the way and it delayed me more than I expected" I smiled.

"That's all right..."

"Oh you must be Lily, I'm so glad you've arrived", he was cut off by a young blonde woman with big silvery eyes that I guess was his mother.

"Hello Mrs. Lotbrok and thank you again for welcoming me into your home".

"It's nothing my dear, I'm not going to stop you from studying for your exams" she laughed, "Go to Ivar's room, you'll be more comfortable studying together".

We were heading to her room which is on the ground floor, Ivar was desperate to get upstairs but her legs won't allow her to do so. It was a fairly large room painted in blue which I find strange as I know Ivar's favourite colour is red, with large bookcases running up and down the walls full of books of all kinds but especially Viking books. A bed that must be twice mine and just opposite a desk worthy of big companies.

We soon got to work, although at first his brothers were strangely watching us at the door frame. The minutes went by and Ivar helped me to learn a bit more vocabulary when I looked up.

"Tell me, Ivar, how come you know so much about old Norse?"

"My family is descended from Vikings and when we were kids me and my brothers uncle Floki taught us Old Norse and said it was a valuable heritage, and personally I think he's right."

"All right, I suddenly understand better."

I wrote something on my sheet of paper in Old Norse of course, 1 hoping not to make a mistake in writing because otherwise it's a shame and 2 crossing my fingers so that his answer was a YES. I turned to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"I would like you to read this and tell me what you sincerely think about it" I handed him the paper and quickly closed my eyes, his reaction frightening me too much. I was bent over the desk waiting for him to say something in response to my short message.

"Ivar, ek elska þik."

He didn't say anything for several minutes, so I opened my eyes to fall on the same sheet of paper plus a sentence written on it.

"også mig Lily"

It doesn't matter who takes the first step, as long as one of them has the courage to do it, then everything is fine.

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