#rollo lothbrok x oc

[gertrud-rl-ll]

Staring down from this hill seeing all the dead men being taken away by valkyries, hearing Thor's hammer hitting his anvil in the distance to now hearing thousands of crow croaking and a man dressed in all black with long ashen hair walking around the dead with a crow on his shoulder and a spear in his hand he points to in the direction of the forest and slowly drags his spear to point to me. "Odin" spoken so quietly that only the wind can carry it, crows swarmed across the ashen haired man for a split second to reveal he is gone, I looked towards the forest to see that in the far distance you can see smoke dancing across the winds." Brother!" I being to walk towards the forest as I hear rollo ask me "what is it?" As he got off the ground he was laying on to than follow me."I believe we have a friend in the forest" I point to the smoke in the sky, rollo was confused till he saw where I was pointing and said"so you want us to go and see who it is it could be more of them at a camp sight it is only us we can not risk it" I was considering his words but something inside me was just telling me that it wasn't more people to kill."I will go without you than if you don't wish to join" I began my track towards the smoke I could hear my brother groan at me before hearing his thumping footsteps, I smirk and chuckled as I shook my head at my brother sounding like a little boy not wanting to do what was asked.it toke us a while to get very close to the smoke it was already turning dark in this now gloomy looking forest I could hear my brother breathing become raged probably from rage as we haven't reach where the smoke begins that or he is hungry, snapping of twigs could be heard as well as goats and geese I stopped my track and turned to rollo and put a finger to my lips and slowly begin to move forward again to see the small cottage and farm and a woman dressed in farming clothes that seemed torn on her shoulder and near her leg exposing her rigid anger looking scar that was definitely new, you could hear her huffing as digs more dirt from the soil. I turned around to speak quietly with rollo only for him to make a wrong step and step on a thick twig what made the loudest snap ever, I looked at rollo with wide eyes and stop breathing the next thing I feel is a graze on my ear and a thud of something embedding itself deep into the the thick trees and got a glimpse of the object it was a ax rollo was shocked to but quickly his face turned red once more and grabbed his own ax and began to run at the woman. I followed his movements still shocked from the ax in the tree but shock it off and ran after rollo grabbing his shoulder and yanking him backwards to putting myself between him and the woman, I put my hand up in front of rollo and said wait and gave him a nod to say to him if anything else happens than you can attack. I turned slowly to the woman and started at her feet and making my gaze up her figure. She was positioned like a shield maiden almost I could easily knock her off her feet but than I saw the blood on front of her clothes that went from the bottom of her dress to the top of her chest I looked and her arms that were raised but this time in her hand was a sword that had blood on it something inside me once again was telling me that she would not kill me. I slowly put both hands up in front of her to show I hold nothing as my eyes finally make it was to her face her eyes were so clear but showed fire in her blueish green eyes you could see the anger but how uncomfortable she was with us being there I spoke slowly to her and say "we won't touch you as long and you don't attack us" she seemed to understand and she slowly put her arms down still holding tight to the sword like a death grip while taking a few steps back to give even more space in case of a surprise attack.

(Just a taste from my Ragnarxocxlagertha book the rest is on Wattpad please tell me if you like and I shall continue)

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Vikings (TV) Masterlist

my requests for vikings are currently partially OPEN! please only request imagines, and not oneshots. for those waiting for a continuation of ‘searching home’ or ‘unexpected’ i am so sorry... finishing those two is going to take me a while :/

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relationship: athelstan x alethia stahl (oc) | summary: alethia wanted to go home, to return to her family. instead, she finds herself in ninth-century england. not speaking the language, and still processing the grief of her other life, she searches for an anchor - athelstan. | tags: angst, fluff, timetravel

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No romantic relationships // character x character

Queendom - relationship: Lagertha x Aslaug | summary: They’ve both loved and they’ve both lost. Perhaps it was time that their hearts warmed again. | tags: angst, fluff

The Lothbroks, aka, the European version of the Kardashians - relationships: none | summary: When Barbie Murray time travels, she finds out that pink isn’t available in Viking times. Luckily, her new besties all understand that boobs are the best and slay (literally?!) with her. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel

I may be a bimbo, but I’m not stupid - relationships: slight oc/ oc | summary: Ivar kills Sigurd in a fit of rage, but Barbie isn't so quick to forgive cruelness. | tags: angst, crack, timetravel

1st gen Vikings

Strange Woman  relationship: Rollo x timetraveler!reader | summary: The woman that appeared out of nowhere could be oh so dangerous, but even a stupid man would know that she was fascinating. | tags: fluff, timetravel

Friend of Thor - relationship: rollo x timetraveler!asgardian!reader | summary: The reader, a fellow Asgardian and friend of Thor and the new King of Asgard, Brunnhilde, falls through worlds as the new guardian of the Bifrost tampers with the magic. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel

And the Gods wished they were me - relationship: Judith x viking!gn!reader | summary: Judith knows she should not mourn Athelstan. Nor should she even look at Norse heathens. She does both anyway, because Judith was named after a woman that had only rage and death, and she cannot escape her fate. | tags: angst, fluff

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Another day / part 2 - relationship: Ubbe x reader | prompt: we live to fight another day. | tags: angst

Oldest - relationship: Ubbe x timetraveler!reader; platonic!Ivar x reader | summary:  It seems that few things change about being the oldest sibling, no matter which place – or time | tags: fluff, timetravel, slight angst

Yggdrasil relationship: Ubbe x reader; platonic!Ivar x reader; dad!Harald x reader | summary:  How can you tell your father what happened to you when he’d done it to so many others. | tags: angst, dark/gory

Hvitserk 'Whiteshirt' Ragnarsson

Hvitserksdottir - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” | tags: angst, fluff

Floki’s Cabin - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “Just trust me. Please. | tags: angst

Searching Home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader | summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, dark/gory, timetravel

Neither - relationship: genderfluid!reader x Hvitserk | Summary: Hvitserk finds out about genderfluidity and accepts he might not be completely straight | tags: fluff, timetravel

Law of conservation - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | summary: You’ve been working as a tutor at your high school for about a year now. When your parents throw a barbecue party for your new neighbors, their mother Aslaug asks you to tutor her son Hvitserk, who is already a notorious flirt at his school. | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

When in Bali... -  relationships: hvitserk x reader, ivar x freydís, sigurd x oc | summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it? | tags: fluff

Ivar 'the Boneless' Ragnarsson

Unholy Matrimony - A Sham in Four Acts / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationship: Ivar x reader | prompt: I’ve learnt to love you. | tags: angst, fluff smut

Insatiable Little Heathens  - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: drabble, for all of y’all who wanted more of Unholy Matrimony | tags: fluff

Resolve - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar’s legs hurt but he’s so fucking thickheaded | tags: fluff

My kind of witch - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The man with blazing blue eyes fascinates you as soon as you see him and as you realize the struggles he faces every day, your admiration for him grows into something more. | tags: fluff, timetravel

Red - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar finally meets his match. | tags: smut, dark/gory

Serve - relationship: sub!ivar x buff!reader | summary: Ivar keeps teasing you. You finally have enough and give him a taste of his own medicine | tags: smut

Searching home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 -  relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader |  summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, smut, dark/gory, timetravel

Totally artistic -  relationship: ivar x reader | summary: When inspiration hits, you can’t stop it | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk, ivar x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

Brother - relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader, reader & oc | summary: You left your home and your brother behind for a reason. Now, a man is causing trouble at the borders of Kattegat, and as Ivar's queen, you take justice into your own hands. | tags: fluff

Unexpected / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 - relationship: ivar x thrall!reader | summary: Ivar finally decides to fuck the slave he’s been eyeing for so long, but when his angry side slips out, things take a turn for the wholly unexpected. | tags: smut

Tarot -  relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader | summary: Your day at the fair has been pretty slow – until a client like no other shows up. | tags: fluff

Imagines

How the Vikings would react to an accidental time traveler and a quiz to see if you’d survive: https://uquiz.com/dVXpgW

Ragnarssons (+Gyda): First Kiss

Social Media 

How the Vikings would react to guns and snapchat filters 

How the Vikings would react to modern dancing 

How the Vikings would react to modern music, and what they’d like

How the Vikings would react to modern concepts of astronomy and space 

How the Vikings react to modern haircare 

Vikings and Astrology

How Vikings would react to THEM timetraveling

Vikings + getting sick 

Vikings + Halloween 

Vikings + realizing you’re pregnant

Vikings characters + how they'd react to finding Accidental Time Traveler crying somewhere and not knowing why 

Vikings + you on your period  (+ more hcs about Ivar)

Vikings + Legos

Vikings + reader being much less stressed in their time

Vikings + single mother

Vikings + Gender Neutral Thor

Vikings + modern food

Vikings + touch avoidant cuddler

Vikings + Kids

Vikings + their history

Ragnarssons + being possesive

Vikings + Maleficent/Fae!reader

Vikings + curls and afros

Vikings + sleeping habits

Vikings + contortionist/super flexible reader

Vikings as modern!uni students

Vikings + affectionate drunk!reader

timetraveling!Vikings + modern tv/movies

Vikings + gen z slang

Vikings + curly haired kids

timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas

Vikings + eras other than their own

Vikings + ivar being remembered/famous

[ryuzakemo128]

Vikings Writing Prompts

Trigger Warning:

Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.

If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.

Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.

Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:

Male Characters

Rollo Lothbrok

Ívar Ragnarsson

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Athelstan

Hálfdanr Hálfdansson

Haraldr Hálfdansson

Female Characters:

Lagertha Lothbrok

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir

Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.

If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.

Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.

Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

Prompts

Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.

SFW - Dialogue Prompts

"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."

"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."

"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."

"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."

"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."

"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."

"Depends on what you consider to be fair."

"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."

Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts

"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."

"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

NSFW - Dialogue Prompts

[TBD]

Vikings Headcanons - Link

Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link

Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Masterlist (Complete)

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE

PART TEN

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

PART THIRTEEN

PART FOURTEEN

PART FIFTEEN

PART SIXTEEN

PART SEVENTEEN

PART EIGHTEEN

PART NINETEEN

[paracosmoon]

king harald finehair would've risked it all for megan thee stallion

[forvalhallaandodin]

The Girl With Fire In Her Veins

Here is little sneak peak of a story I’m working on. I’ve had it stuck in my head for like a year or so and I’m finally putting it out there. 

Summery: Rowena MacLeod’s life came crashing down around her when she was 17. For eight years, she is forced to fight her way through the Saxon’s challenges until the Vikings show up. 

I was 17 when my family and I were traveling across the country of England with just our packs and caravan. My mother, Ada, and father, Fergus, had decided to travel after my brother, Callan, was born and we did. We traveled from our home in Scotland and over into Norway and Denmark, making our way into Germany and into Frankia before eventually getting to southern England.

Eventually we were going to be making our way back into Scotland but at the time we didn’t know that Scots was in a feud with England. By the time we reached Northumbria, we had barely been bothered since we usually kept off the main roads. I was the only one that could speak Saxon along with our home language of Gaelic, with Norse, French and German.

When we reached Northumbria when I was 17, our family had expanded with mother giving birth to another boy, Kian, and then a girl, Mollie. Father could speak basic English and some words in Norse. Callan could speak French while my younger siblings were still developing with Gaelic.  

After about a week of traveling, we were confronted by a group of King Aella’s soldiers. They were questioning my father on why were on the King’s land. That we were unwelcomed. We had no clue that England was in a feud with Scots (Gaelic speakers) at this point in time. My father didn’t understand and wanted me to translate but the soldiers were getting aggressive and would not let me speak.  

It happened so quick.

The soldier ran my father through with his sword.  

I was stunned and almost couldn’t move as I watched my father fall the ground.  

The sound of my mother and siblings screaming snapped me out of my thoughts. Clenching my jaw, I rushed forward towards the men that were reaching for my mother and siblings. I went for the smallest man, taking his wrist that was reaching for his sword and twisting it while my free hand simultaneously reached for his sword to pull it from his sheath. I twisted myself under his arm to put him an uncomfortable situation to put the sword through his armpit.  

Two of the soldiers that had stood next to him had frozen in shock at the fact that I had downed one of the soldiers. I took the opportunity to slice at the one on the right, twisting as I swung. Blood poured from his neck and splattered onto my neck, face and chest.  

My mother took the distraction and ushered my siblings into the caravan and then stood behind it.  

I quickly turned to the other soldier, standing sideways as I bent back as he tried to stab me. I quickly swung the sword into the opening he gave me as he stumbled. I cut his side and then when he fell to his knees, I positioned myself behind him to grip his chin and taking the sword to his neck and slicing it.  

I locked eyes with the man that killed my father as I glared at the twinkle that gleamed in his eye.  Two more of the soldiers rushed forward and they stupidly both swung at my head, making me duck down and I lunged forward to slice both tendons at the back of the knees.  

One of them dropped one of their swords and I quickly picked it up. Twirling the swords in my hands so that I was holding them backwards I thrust the swords back, stabbing the soldiers in their necks.  

Pulling them out, I kept my breathing even, but I could feel the blood in my veins on fire as my energy kept up with my movements. I twirled the swords in my hands so that they were facing the right direction. I kept my eyes on the other soldiers in front of me. There were about eight more and I knew that the gods were not in my favor today, but I was not dying without a fight.  

The biggest soldier along with two more came forward and the big one swung hard.  

I jumped to the side to avoid the hit and then parried the soldier to his left.  

Eventually, I was grappled by the big one and his arms were wrapped around my arms and waist, crushing me and making me drop the swords.  

I was cursing him in Gaelic and English as I thrashed around in his hold before Mother’s yell caused my head to snap over.  

The leader had grabbed mother’s hair and had forced her to her knees and then put a dagger at her throat.  

Mother locked eyes with me. Both of us had tears trailing down our cheeks before her resolve hardened and she gritted her teeth.  

“Fear cuts deeper than swords.” She spoke to me in Gaelic. A saying we learned in Germany.  

Clenching her jaw, she closed her eyes just before the man sliced her throat.  

She gargled as he threw her to the ground while locking eyes with me.  

The sounds of my siblings' sobs along with any other sounds slowly disappeared from my senses as the only thing I felt was anger and devastation at this man killing both of my parents.  

My face scrunched up in pain and anguish before I screamed loud and then leaned forward as much as I could before knocking my head back into the head of the man holding me, I could hear a crunch of his nose breaking and he let me go as he reached up to his broken nose.

Diving for the sword at the ground, I was barely able to grab it before a boot covered the metal of the sword.  

Quickly looking up, the lead man looked down at me before he punched me in the face. Falling back, I was disoriented, and the taste of copper filled my mouth. Looking up, my eyes focused while blinking very slowly at the silhouette of the leader standing over me.  

I felt him grab at my tunic and him pulling me to sit up before he punched me again... Knocking me unconscious.  

[ivarsqueen]

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[we-are-only-halfway-home93]

Come and Lay the Roses 29- No Room For Innocence- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Aaline witnesses a blood eagle.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha 

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Word Count: 2544

Ch. 28

AN: I’d like to apologize for how long it’s taken me to update. I have no excuses. All I can say is life. 

It took me a while to get the blood eagle scene done. I wasn’t sure how I wanted that to look for a while. I think it turned out okay. I listened to Heimta Thurs by Wardruna the whole time I wrote it to put me in the right head space. 

I’d like to thank everyone who’s stuck with me for this long. I sincerely appreciate you.

“Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.” ~ Samuel Johnson

Aaline heaved as her body expelled what little she’d eaten that day. Her stomach had been in knots all day and it finally rebelled against her. She heaved again as a timid knock sounded on the door. “What?” she croaked. 

Torvi pushed the door open with care and peeked around the frame. She winced when Aaline gagged again, nothing coming up except bile and saliva. 

She pushed her way into the room and shut the door behind her, turning the lock and leaning against it. “Are you alright?” She asked. 

Aaline rolled her eyes up to her sister-in-law and bit back the snarky comment she so badly wanted to express. She clenched her eyes shut as her stomach seized but was thankful when nothing came up. 

“I’m fine.”

“I vomited when I saw my first blood eagle.” Torvi shared. Aaline slowly sat back, her hands still clutching the rim of the toilet. Her nausea had dissipated but her stomach still felt weak. 

“I hid behind the shed. I swore everything I’d eaten in the last week came out of me that night.” Aaline turned her head and stared at Torvi. She had a faraway look in her eyes and a sad smile on her face. 

“Did you love him?” Aaline asked. She remembered that Björn was Torvi's third husband and that her first had been blood eagled by Ragnar after he tried to kill Aslaug and their children. Ivar hadn’t even been born yet and Björn was just a teenager. 

Torvi blinked and turned her head. She smiled fully at Aaline and shook her head. “No. I thought I did but I was young. I didn’t know what love was. The love I had for him was one of companionship and youth. I did not love him like a wife should.”

Aaline nodded, processing. “And you married the son of his executioner.” She looked up when Torvi laughed. 

“I didn’t blame Björn. I didn’t even blame Ragnar. I was angry, yes, but my husband broke our laws, committed crimes. He was going to die no matter what.” Torvi shrugged and stepped deeper into the bathroom.

“Ivar will understand if you are unwell. This is a difficult experience.” Aaline shook her head. 

“I told you, I’m fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ve been feeling under the weather for the last few days. It’s probably just a stomach bug.” Aaline made to stand. Torvi helped her up and studied her closely. Aaline closed the lid of the toilet and flushed, wincing at the reminder of her episode. 

“How long have you been feeling poorly?” Torvi asked. Aaline shrugged, washing her hands. 

“I’m not sure. A few days at least.”

“Just nausea or something else?” Aaline sighed and dried her hands, trying to be patient. 

“Mostly nausea. A few headaches,  some stomach cramps. I’m tired all the time. Really, Torvi, I’m fine. It’s just a stomach bug.” 

She tossed the towel down onto the counter and pulled the door open. “Can we please go? Ivar’s supposed to help me get ready.” Torvi looked at her, her gaze skeptical. She nodded once and preceded Aaline out of the bathroom. Aaline shook her head at Torvi’s behavior and followed her, closing the door behind her.

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“It’s a preposterous plan. I don’t even know how you talked me into it.” 

“It’s because you know I’m right.” 

Ecbert looked up with sharp eyes at the young woman before him. She held her head high and carried an air of superiority around her. Ecbert didn’t know if she was stupid or just insane. Perhaps a bit of both. 

Ecbert himself wondered where his own sanity had gone to consider this plan. It wasn’t even a good one and he truly didn’t even know its purpose. 

 “I don’t see how this plan will weaken Ragnar.”

The woman scoffed and he narrowed his eyes. “Ivar will go mad with grief and anger. Ragnar won’t be able to control him thus losing control of his men. He’ll be overthrown and you’ll be able to swoop in and take control of his empire.”

The plan was shaky at best. It all hinged on a small group of men being able to go unnoticed by Ragnar Lothbrok’s very observant sons. Even then they weren’t guaranteed a win right away. The women before him needed to stay out of it personally and Ecbert wasn’t sure if she was capable. 

“You remember what we discussed.” He said. 

She narrowed her eyes and sat up straighter almost like she was trying to look intimidating. “I remember.” 

Ecbert arched one perfect brow and waited, hoping she’d take his cue. She did and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not to approach anyone in the Lothbrok family.” She admitted through clenched teeth. 

Ecbert sat back only marginally satisfied. 

“Good.” He waved a hand at her, dismissing her and she rose with anger. Ecbert didn’t flinch when she slammed through the double doors. He was too engrossed in calculating everything that could go wrong with their plan.

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It was late, almost midnight and Ivar was helping Aaline into the traditional white outfit worn during a blood eagle. Aaline knew very little about the traditions involved in a ritualistic murder. She knew it was a big deal. Their family was taking revenge on the man who murdered Sigurd. 

The blood eagle was a sacrifice to Odin. Aelle would serve as both a warning and a blessing. His death would bless their retribution, keeping them safe from further harm. It would also warn others intent on wronging them. His death would tell them what would happen to anyone who tried to take them down.

White was worn to show the blood that was spilled. It was expected for blood to transfer on all spectators and it would symbolize the blessing that Odin brought upon them.

Traditionally, it was expected that the victim remain silent less they be barred entrance into Valhalla. Björn had talked long about how Jarl Borg had taken the whole of his punishment in silence, never making a sound as Ragnar killed him. 

She could see the respect shining clearly in Björn’s eyes. Even though Jarl Borg had tried to murder his brothers and step-mother, Björn had admiration for the man. Aaline was eager to understand why.

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up. Hvitserk opened the door and nodded once, pushing it further open and leaving them again. It was time.

Ivar settled his hands on her shoulders and stepped around to face her. “It’s not going to be pretty.” She rolled her eyes and looked away but he caught her chin between his fingers and pulled her back to look at him.

“There’s going to be blood, lots of it. He’ll scream and he’ll cry and there’ll be piss and shit along with the blood. Do you think you can handle that?” Ivar’s voice was soft when he spoke but she could hear the hard edge. He still wanted her to back out. He wanted her to sit up here in their room alone while the rest of the family witnessed the execution of the man responsible for their pain. 

She wrapped her hand around Ivar’s wrist and gently pushed it away. “I think you forget who you’re married to.” She said. 

She stepped around him and headed towards the door, turning at the frame to look over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her, his face unreadable. She cocked an eyebrow. He shook his head and followed her out the door.

As they descended the stairs, the light grew dimmer. The shadows on the wall danced. The smell of incense was heavy in the air. A heavy bass resounded in the air and chains rattled against the stone.

 When they turned the final corner into the room, Aaline allowed herself to take in the scene. Ragnar stood in the center of the room on a raised platform. His back was to them and his shoulders flexed as he worked with something on the table before him. Behind him, standing shoulder width apart, were two identical wooden posts with half circle brackets at the top. 

Ivar cupped her elbow and steered her towards the rest of his siblings. The brothers and their wives were standing in a semi-circle around Sibylle whose eyes were glassy.  Aaline didn’t know if it was her tears or the drugs that gave her the appearance. 

Ivar stopped beside Hvitserk and nodded, folding his hands in front of him as they waited. Aaline surveyed the room. Lagertha stood just behind the table that Ragnar was working at. Rollo and Floki stood across from them, Helga next to Floki. Several of Ragnar’s men filled the rest of the room. She and Ivar were the last to arrive.

Ragnar turned to Rollo and Floki and nodded once. The two men retreated behind a door behind Lagertha. The drum beat held steady. 

Rollo and Floki returned with Aelle bound between them. A gag was tied tight in his mouth and his wrists and ankles were hogtied. He was naked from the waist up. Rollo and Floki stepped onto the platform and shoved Aelle to his knees between the wooden posts. 

She couldn’t hear what he was saying to them but Aaline could see his mouth trying to move around the gag. Rollo and Floki ignored him as they tied his wrists to the posts beside him. Tears poured down his face and she felt more than heard Ivar chuckle behind her.

The fires surrounding them were hot and the incense made her drowsy. She felt like she was outside of herself, watching the movement around her with detachment. She hardly felt Ivar’s hands on her shoulders.   

Ragnar turned then to the trembling Aelle and scanned the line of his back with clinical apathy. He placed a hand on Aelle’s shoulder and the man startled. Ragnar stilled him with strong fingers pressed deep into the meat of his shoulder. Ragnar bent low and settled his face next to Aelle’s. 

Aelle’s screams were drowned out by the thumping of the drums and the crackling of the fire. Blood pooled around his knees as Ragnar drew the blade up the center of his back. Ivar’s fingers tightened on her shoulders.

Her eyes were glued to the scene before her. She felt entranced by Ragnar’s work. Ivar brought his chin down to her shoulder and watched with her.

Ragnar drew the knife quickly across Aelle’s shoulders and back, pulling the skin back from the bones. Blood sailed through the air, spattering the spectators with warm drops. 

Aaline inhaled sharply and the scent of copper filled her sinuses. Ivar’s hands trailed down her arms and to her hands. He knotted their fingers together as more blood sliced through the air and painted their faces. 

Ragnar soon replaced his blade with an axe, the blade winking in the firelight. Aelle’s screams had died as shock set in. He wasn’t dead yet. Aaline could see his chest heaving up and down. Blood dripped down his arms and sides as Ragnar moved his flesh as he pleased. 

With a flash, the axe came down and separated ribs from spine. The sound of breaking bone reverberated through the air, over taking the drums. Ragnar hacked at the bones, sending blood flinging through the air. Aaline could feel it settled on her cheeks and fought back the urge to lick her lips.

Ivar did no such thing, leaning close and licking a long stripe up the side of her face, humming at the metallic taste that coated his tongue. Aaline shivered as his breath ghosted over her ear. “I can’t wait to lick his blood off you.” He nipped sharply at her earlobe and she shivered. He was hard as steel against the small of her back.

With his ribs now spread wide away from his body, Aelle died. Aaline watched as Ragnar finished the ritual, slipping his hands inside Aelle’s chest from behind and pulling his lungs from within. He settled the useless organs across Aelle’s still shoulders and stepped back.

He was covered in blood. His bare feet were sticky with it as he stepped around to Aelle’s front. His hands were stained crimson as he, almost reverently, pushed Aelle’s hair back off his forehead. His face and beard were saturated in the life giving fluid as he gazed down at the man who ordered his son dead. 

When Ragnar’s head came up, Rollo and Floki got to work. 

Aelle was to be placed on display outside of Ecbert’s home. He was to serve as a warning to the rest of the Saxons.

Once Rollo and Floki began cutting down Aelle, the rest of the spectators began making their way out of the ceremony room. A bonfire was lit in the backyard and they were to spend the rest of the night celebrating Aelle’s demise and Sigurd’s life. 

Aaline was confident she and Ivar wouldn’t make it to the bonfire. 

Ivar tugged her back the way they’d come with insistent hands. She allowed him to lead her away, her mind still preoccupied with the blood eagle.

As soon as Ivar had their bedroom door shut, she was pressed face first against the wood of the door. She gasped and smacked her palms against the door. 

Ivar already had his hands under her dress and his fingers inside her panties. His groan vibrated against her back and she shuddered when he immediately sank two thick fingers inside her. “You’re soaked.” He whispered brokenly against her ear. 

She moaned and arched her back, pulling his fingers deeper and feeling him hard against her ass. 

“Did it turn you on? Watching a man die?” He rocked his fingers inside of her, pressing his palm against her clit. She pressed her forehead to the door, pressing back against him. She needed more. More pressure, more fingers, more friction. Just more. 

“More.” She moaned. Ivar cursed and withdrew his fingers. She felt him fumbling behind her. Before she had time to take a breath, he was sheathed to the hilt inside her. She yelped, her muscles stretching to accommodate him. 

The sting between her legs quickly subsided when he started moving. His fingers returned between her legs and circled her clit in quick, firm circles. Her knees buckled but he wrapped an arm around her waist and kept them upright. 

Ivar groaned against her neck before sinking his teeth hard into the muscle of her shoulder. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned, the vibrations against her skin sending goosebumps down her back. 

Her whole body vibrated and her knees began to shake as her orgasm crested inside her. Ivar circled her clit twice more and her orgasm washed over her. She shook against him, her internal muscles squeezing him tight. He wrapped a hand around her throat and grunted, his cock twitching inside her. 

She sagged against the door, her heart pounding and her knees like jello. Ivar licked the side of her neck, moaning at the taste of sweat and blood.

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[superprincesspea]

Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

On the night Edithe loses everything she gains the attention of a brutish Northman they call the Bear.

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Warnings: Explicit mentions of violence and gore.

Edithe heard the horns blaring before smelling the acrid smoke that was already seeping into the room. Her eyes peeled open, mind and body still half consumed by sleep as her mother barged through the bedroom door, her voice urgent above the din, “Edie, Nessie, you must wake up!”

She prodded her baby sister who, like a newborn pup, was still snuggled against her, her leaden limbs lost in slumber. “Little Nessie, get up! Get up!”

She didn’t need her mother to say it was Viking’s that had come to their lands, the smoke and the frantic shouts of her people told her that. All she needed to do was run, like her father had taught her, run and don’t look back. Her heart beat with fear. Fear of being captured but most of all fear of what these barbarians would do to her family. Even if her people were skilled swordsmen, she had heard many tales of these Northmen, tales which made them sound like the devil himself. 

Edithe scrambled from the bed, pulling her dress and boots on with careless haste as her mother roused Nessie. She had a dagger, the handle carved with the head of a raven, it had been a birthday present from her father and she concealed it in the folds of her dress before tying her cloak and standing ready by the door.

Her mother cupped her cheeks, her voice now as calm as the sea after a storm, “you know where to go, beloved.” 

“Yes,” Edithe nodded and her mother smiled, kissing her forehead like she was still that same little girl who would spend the day running through the wilderness only to return home with scraped knees and brambles snagged in her hair. Happy memories made her squeeze her mother tight, tight enough to hear the hammering in her chest and realise the calm in her voice was all a facade, a mother's way to protect her frightened daughters. There was no more time for memories or gentleness. Those things belonged in the peace of sunshine and the innocence of childhood, it was time to run, perhaps even time to die. 

When the door swung open there was chaos. Fire, screams and the clang of iron on steel, a frenzy of noises all ringing out in heavy darkness. Edithe pulled her cloak around her and tried not to look, tried not to see the axes hacking through flesh and the blood that soaked the earth. But even in the dark, even with half closed eyes she could still see the redness of it and she could still hear the pain of it in the cries of dying men. 

“Hurry,” her mother urged, grabbing Nessie’s hand and running for the treeline.

Edithe took one last look at her home, crossing herself and making a silent prayer to God before her fingers wrapped around her dagger and she began to follow. Her mother's cloak served as a banner, leading her through the carnage until it began to fall to the floor, the motion slow like the wind falling from a ship's sail. She didn’t see the plume of ochre velvet hit the dirt, she only saw the Northman with his bloodied axe, his hair fair but his eyes dark and both of them fixed on her. He grinned, his teeth shining white as if he was a murderous wolf while her sister crouched beside their mother, wailing like a child of five rather than a girl of thirteen.

Edithe took a step backwards and he advanced like she hoped he would. She called out, “run Nessie, run and hide,” praying the sound of it carried to her sister's ear before following her own advice. She ran back towards the safety of her home, the heathen stalking her every step and the anticipation of being caught tingling along her spine.  

When she slammed her front door closed, a sigh of relief filled her lungs before she forced the bar into place, hoping to buy enough time to escape through the tiny window at the rear of the house. She could hear the Northman banging against the wood, his battle cry heartstopping as she loosened her cloak to help her squeeze through the opening. The crack of the door beginning to split made her faster and with one final push she tumbled through the window, landing hard but safe in a pile on the floor.

She scrambled to her feet and began to run, terrified that he would see her escape and ashamed that she had not done more or been braver. She weaved carefully between the shadows, desperate to make it to the treeline where she hoped Nessie had fled. Her little sister, six years younger than her, was still such a baby in so many ways. 

Standing between her and escape was a man, tall and broad, his torso bare of anything but blood and strange black markings. He cut through her people like it was a dance in which only he knew the steps and she watched with morbid fascination, silent and still until she saw her own brother fall to his axe. 

Edithe didn’t recognise the strangled scream which began to pierce the air as her own but when the Northman looked her way she knew it must have been. His eyes locked with hers, his brief loss of focus so careless that it almost cost him his life. She wished it had but the sword that struck for him only grazed his neck and he regained his movements, his murderous dance, slaying all that stood against him. 

She knew right then that battle was over and all was lost. There were no more clashes of swords, only crying and the sound of timber splitting as fire consumed the village. Her father had been Lord of these lands and a great heaviness weighed in her heart, no doubt he had succumbed to the heathens along with his people. By morning there would be nothing left but dust and the empty bodies of the ones she had called her friends and family.  

She turned, hoping to find another way to escape only to see the man who had slain her mother now closing in with two others by his side. Life as a slave to these heathens would hold no meaning, letting them touch her with their bloodied hands would be an abomination. She straightened her spine like her mother had always taught her and ran like her brothers had taught her. Fast, surging with every ounce of strength while the Northman laughed at her, the sound loud and mocking, curling hate into every fibre of her body. 

When her mother's killer reached out to grab her, she grasped the dagger from its hiding space and landed it in his neck like she was born to kill. His blood spurted warm on her face and surprise froze her. She had expected to be cut down and reunited with her family, instead she watched the man gripping his neck, lifeblood pouring through his fingers as he dropped to her feet gurgling his last breaths. 

The man who had killed her brother seized her arm before she had even considered moving, he was taller and broader than she had thought, the markings on his body more intricate and beautiful than she had expected. He was still laughing at her but the laugh was softer now as his hands clamped around her arms and he forced her to face him. He spoke in words she didn’t understand, the sounds harsh and cruel but his smile gentle, his eyes crinkling like she hadn’t killed one of his people. 

“Valkyrie,” he told her, patting her hair and taking a lock between his fingers. 

Edithe jerked her head away from his touch, hating his gentleness, hating his smile and hating him for being a skilled enough warrior to kill her brother like he was nothing more than a boy with his first sword. 

“Rollo,” the man said, thumping his chest like some sort of beast before carefully waiting for her reaction. If he was asking her name then he was a fool as well as a barbarian for she would tell him nothing.

“Rollo,” he said again and anger burned hot in her core, if her dagger hadn’t been lodged in the throat of his friend then she would have lodged it in his antagonistic smirk. 

Edithe knew she was defenceless to a man like this but that did not mean she was submissive. She spat, the spittle landing amongst the blood on his face and his smirk faded to an angry line, his foreign words a low growl that made her blood run like ice in her veins. She might have cried but she did not, she goaded him again, kicking his shin without restraint before fighting to pull her arms free from his grasps. 

Suddenly he was laughing again and this time it was even harder than before, his face lighting up, his chest rumbling with the sheer pleasure of amusement. 

“I hate you!” Edithe cursed and he pulled her tight, her face pressed to the naked plains of his chest, the smell of blood and sweat intoxicating as he whispered words like lovers do, the sound of them only for her, his lips against her ear. 

She didn’t like the way he was holding her even if she didn’t understand the words he whispered. Her hands balled into fists, her knuckles digging against his chest in an attempt to push him away but he was like stone, steadfast and unaffected by the way she fought him. 

“Valkyrie,” he told her again, releasing her from his ironclad grip. His thumb was rough as it brushed against her cheek and she pushed his hand away with disgust.  

“I would sooner die than be a whore to a godless heathen!” she shrieked and he smiled, accepting her words as though they were love songs. He shoved his axe into his belt and when she tried to run away he heaved her onto his shoulder, chuckling as she tried to fight him and bringing his hand down hard across her rump when she bit him. 

With his men as witness to her humiliation, he stepped over the bodies of her people, carrying her like a prize he had conquered. Even if the battle had been lost she did not accept her fate.

Thank you for reading the first chapter!

I will also be posting this fic over on AO3, Fanfiction.net and Wattpad if you prefer to read there :)

[shannygoatgruff]

Grown & SeXY - Chapter 2

Header made by the talented @flowers-in-your-hayr​

For @youbloodymadgenius​​ for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge.  Congrats on your success!

Genre:  Romance/Comedy

Pairing:  Modern Ivar x Mature OC

Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content

Rating: M

Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love.  Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.

A/N:  I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius​​.  I hope I do it justice.  This story is for you!

Chapter 2

Biiiiiitch!  Where have you been?  I’ve been IMing you but you been ducking me like I’m the IRS. Shit, I’m surprised we talking now - you mad at me or something?  Did somebody tell you that they heard some shit about you from me?  Because they were fucking lying. I wouldn’t do that. You know I don’t like all that gossip shit and I'm not one to put all people's business out on Front Street, like that.

So, girl, I need to holler at you about something right quick. What the hell is up with the non-disclosure agreement I sent you? Cause I damn sure didn’t get a signed copy back in my mailbox. Now, maybe I’m the slow bitch in the class, but it seems to me that there are a few more people in on our private meeting than just us, like we had previously discussed. 

Now, I’m not saying that you said something, but I know I sure as hell didn’t. So, if I was over here keeping my sexy ass mouth shut  (cause that how a bitch do) and you haven't said shit either, then who the fuck else is talking? You know, I bet it was probably those same bitches that were running around saying that they heard that I was talking shit about you. I tell you, people today ain't about shit. Well, fuck them.

Just so you know, I didn't call you to try to check you or anything. I called to try to catch you up on this grown and sexy shit cause bitch you are hella behind. Okay...I told you about how Marisol was at the club and met this fine ass little young boy at the bar, who turned out to be her high school BFF’s little brother, right? Did I tell you about how Marisol’s son and King Ding-A-Ling hate each other or how they met up at a party at his daddy’s house? Shit bitch, what do you know? I feel like I’m starting this shit all over at the beginning, again! Seriously hooker, keep up because before I can get into this shit, I have to set the scene. 

So, you need all the dirt on Ivar’s family so moving forward you know what the fuck I’m talking about when I just start dropping shit on you like Pearl Harbor.  Believe me, hon-ty when I tell you, these motherfuckers got some Telenovela, Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal type shit with them. 

Alright now, let me start with his parents. You ever see a really attractive man and you figure, his daddy must have been cute when he was younger? Well, that’s Ivar’s daddy, Mr. Ragnar Lothbrok – or as I like to call him, Dick Daddy Yo.  

Now, child, Dick Daddy is fine as a motherfucker. And, I’m not talking regular run-of-the-mill attractive for a man in his late 50s – early 60s, who was probably knocking down everything back in the day, type of fine, either. No Queen - I’m talking, this motherfucker could get it TODAY, immediately, right now, if he asked for it. Shit, bitch, quiet as kept, he wouldn’t even have to ask. All he would have to do is set those baby blue eyes in my direction, and I would hand him the drawers.

So, back in the day, when they still lived in Norway, Dick Daddy married this total dime piece named Lagertha. When I tell you she was a bad bitch, I mean she was a Bad Bitch!  Shit, she still bad to this day thirty-some years later.  She was built, blond and beautiful, plus that bitch could box. I don’t know what kind of thug shit they taught her over there in the old country where they came from, but this broad was like Ronda Rousey out there in those Kattegat streets.  

Anyhoo, when Lagertha and Ragnar got married, she found out that Ragnar had that Super D and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep all that good dick to herself because he liked to sling it all over town. So she told him to go do his dirt, but he better brings his fine ass home to her every night. Of course, he was all like, cool, he could have a dime piece at home and get cutty on the side…alright, bet!  

Well, honey, next thing you know, he gets hooked up with this fatal attraction type, funny looking broad named, Aslaug. Girl, Aslaug gets dickmatized and follows Ragnar around like a puppy, and the next thing you know he had to figure out how to bring a whole ass side-chick home to his dime piece wife. He must of came back with some shit like, “Baby, you know that girl Aslaug can cook and she’ll do that thing that you don’t like to do…you know cause she a freak…so really, it’s a win-win for us both.”  

So, I figure dude’s dick must have been dipped in platinum, because Lagertha was like, “Whatever, Dick Daddy,” cause the next thing you know all three of them are living together and these two bitches were sister-wives.  

Chile! But, here’s where the shit gets juicy!  Ooh, girl! The whole time Ragnar was out there in them streets, Lagertha’s sexy ass was knocking over his brother, Rollo, and word around the campfire is, one of them kids ain’t really Ragnar’s…biiiiiitttttttch! I can't make this shit up!

So anyway, by the time all those damn babies came all 50/11 of them moved here to that big blue house at the end of Greenwich, you know the one with the big ass fence front and the nice pool? The one that the young people always have all the parties at...yeah, that one well, that’s where they still live.  

Now onto the kids. Honey, Ragnar has five maybe six kids that he’s claiming. I'm sure it's more out there, but I'm telling you about the ones I know about. First, you got the two he has with Lagertha; that’s Bjorn, and Gyda (that’s if don’t think Bjorn is Rollo’s son).  But what the hell, I’ll take “Let’s Pretend That Bjorn Is Ragnar’s Kid” for $200, Alex…  

So, Bjorn is the oldest of all of the kids. And what can I say about BJ?  BJ is fucking…girl, he’s just fucking. He’s fucking any and everything. That man. Jesus jumped up.  He’s about 6’3”, 250lbs, muscular, blond, these piercing blue eyes. This smile…strong jawline. He has these hands, right? These hands that you know could just grip you right up under your ass cheeks and hold you up against a wall, and these arms…gurl, make me want to faint like a white woman! Hmm.  

BJ reminds me of Ragnar. Hell, all those kids remind me of him in some way, but Bjorn oozes sex like Ragnar. I don’t know what it is, but watch your uterus around him. If you stand too close to BJ, your pussy is liable to jump in his back pocket and you won’t even notice that it’s gone.  

BJ has a shit-ton of kids though and has been married like 150 times. I don’t know what it is, but he finds these blonde women, fucks them, marries them, has 20 babies with, and then gets divorced. He’s a shitty husband, but I bet you he’s a fire ass lay. 

Then there’s Gyda, we call her Da-Da. She’s just beautiful. Whew. She got those looks from both of her parents.  It is honestly painful to look at her. She’s the charming side of Ragnar. The side that’ll have you naked and buying her ass a house and a car before the waiter finishes taking your order on the first date.  It’s a good thing she’s a nice person because if she was an evil bitch, there’s no telling what she would be up to. She’s another tall one, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But, she’s built like her mother. This bitch looks like she needs to be holding a fundraiser where she’s wearing clear heels, in a strip club, called Twerking For Jesus or some shit.

Now, if those two gorgeous kids weren’t enough to make everyone else in the world jealous of how good the D and the seed were from Ragnar, he had to go and spread it around some more with that weird bitch, Aslaug. They have four boys; Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. I don’t know how those boys ended up being so fine because Aslaug’s ass is not what I would call attractive. But, they got Ragnar’s genes and miracles never cease to amaze me.  

All, but one, of them can get it any day.    

Let’s start with Ubbe. It’s a long story, I don’t remember the particulars, but he’s known around the way as, Weebae. I can’t remember if it’s because he was small when as a baby, or because he used to cry all the damn time.  But, whatever the case, if you hear a motherfucker asking for Weebae, they talking about Ubbe. Anyway, Wee is Ragnar’s twin. That child looks like Ragnar just spit him out on the street, only I don’t know where in the fuck he got his personality, cause Ragnar ain’t that fucking nice and Aslaug is a fucking cunt.  

Have you ever met somebody that’s so damn nice, that they seem like a bitch ass?  Like they are just softer than a motherfucker? Somebody that constantly lets people run over the top of him all the damn time and you just want to be like, yo you’s a giant whore! Well, that’s Wee. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, I would be like you soft, brah…get your punk ass away from me. But seeing as how fine he is, I’m like…bring your sensitive ass over here and let me make it all better, with your sexy self. Cause, you know, Mama loves the sensitive ones.

Who’s next? Oh, yeah, the next one is Hvitserk. I know it’s a fucked up name, but no one calls him that. They call him Boobie. Why do you ask? Because Boobie loves titties. I swear that boy was trying to get everybody to breastfeed him since he was born. The bigger a woman's boobs, the more Boobie is into her. But he's such a freaking cutie pie! He doesn’t look like Ragnar to me, but he reminds me of him in that way where as long as he can fuck and eat, he doesn’t give a fuck about much else. He’s the type that never has the same job or girlfriend for too long. He just goes with the flow and stays around until he gets bored.  

Now Boobie favors Ragnar but not as much as some of the other kids.  He’s got this cute baby face, with this sandy blonde hair and these pretty green eyes, like Aslaug.  When you see him, you just want to pinch his cheeks on his face and his ass.  And because he seems like such a little lost puppy, you just want to take him home, and take care of him…maybe tie him up to your bed and ride his ass like he’s Budweiser Clysdale in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, too.     

Then there’s Sigurd…oh, Siggy. I call him, Brother Useless. He got all of Aslaug’s genes. It must be hard to look like Sigurd when you are born into that family. To be below average looking when you have extraordinarily attractive siblings, how does one go one with life?  By being a giant dick, that’s how.  Siggy fucking sucks donkey balls. He irks my fucking life. Siggy and I have history, outside of this little tale, and believe me he’s a dick in those stories, too.  

Anyway, he looks just like his mama with facial hair.  It’s really quite unfortunate. He reminds me of one of those Muppets off of the Dark Crystal. When I first found out that he was one of Ragnar’s sons, my first response was, I know you fucking lying! They should have just thrown the whole damn child away. See, Ragnar, that’s what happens when you go slumming with a funny looking chick…you get a funny looking kid with a fucked up personality.  God don't like ugly...

But He redeemed your good name with Lil' Man. Oh, my sweet Ivar.  This boy looks nothing like either of his parents but is the total embodiment of his father. Ivar is sexy. No, let me rephrase that for the bitches in the back...I said, IVAR IS SEXY. Bitch, I don’t know if there is even a word to describe the level of attractiveness this little bastard has. I don’t know if it’s that life-altering smile, or the dark hair and pale blue eyes. Shit, it could be that intense stare he has or those arms…or it could be that chest or maybe it’s that ass that you just want to bite and those lips that make you just want to sit on his face. Whatever it is about him, that boy makes you tingle in the most unladylike of places.  

Now, when Ivar was born, something was wrong with him and he needed an operation. He was fine afterward, but Aslaug’s dramatical ass was acting like he was on his damn death bed and treated him like he was Samuel L. Jackson in Unbreakable. So, naturally, he grew up spoiled as shit. So now, this child don’t know how to do shit. He thinks everybody supposed to hand him everything, just because he’s cute.  

Honey, short of my number and panties, he gonna have to work for everything else like everybody else.  But see, you can’t tell fine, muscular, spoiled ass, motherfuckers, with beautiful eyes, killer smiles, nice hair, and that smell good all the fucking time that they’re not special. Oh, no, because they will try to prove you wrong. At least he finished college and doesn’t have any kids. But if his ass would get a job…Sorry, I’m skipping ahead.  

Okay, so you have the background on the family.  Now check out how this shit went down...

Being in the Lothbrok house brought back a ton of memories for Soli. She had spent a good part of her adolescence there with her best friend, Gyda.  The two of them had countless sleepovers, movie marathons, and of course their love of all the teenage heartthrobs of the 80s and 90s. Teen Bop, Tiger Beat, and 17 Magazines fed their obsessions for Kirk Cameron, Corey Haim, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, and Mario Lopez. I was always a Joey Lawerence girl myself, but that’s neither here nor there.

That was until that one time the two of them got into this huge fight over who was going to marry Justin Timberlake. But then Bjorn told them that he thought Ryan Philippe was the same person and the girls realized that they did look a lot alike. So, Soli took JT and Gyda took Ryan, and they all lived happily ever after.  

As she accepted the glass of champagne from the tray, Soli looked around the hallway leading out to the patio. It was amazing how different the house looked now. Since the remodel nothing was where she had remembered. The living room used to be to the left of the hallway, and there had been a large formal dining room to the right. They also used to have a huge kitchen right behind the dining room and then the family room sat just behind there, with the entrance to the back yard. It was always a good-sized house, but the way it was cut up, with these weird doorways and walls in the most awkward of places, it always felt cramped, especially with so many people living there.  

But this? The open concept floor plan, no walls to obstruct the view...spacious, huge windows, lots of sunlight...it was gorgeous! Lothbrok Designs, LLC did one hell of a job. Everything from the floor plan to the decor was beautiful. Maybe Soli could get them to hook her up discount and do some work around her house.

“Hey there! I thought I saw you,” Gyda smiled walking over to Marisol with her arms out. “Oh Sonni, you look so good! I still can’t get over how you haven’t aged a bit. And girl, that body!”  

Soli spun around in a circle to give her friend the full view. Even she had to admit, the off the shoulder, floral printed, Boho, maxi-dress looked damn good on her. Especially the way the soft pink color played with the beautiful warm tones in her toffee-colored skin. And honey, she was rocking this split that came all the up the front of the dress to the bodice, that would have been showing all of the church's business if it wasn't for that little white chiffon underdress thing. Honey...forty where? She was a banger and she knew it. “Well, you know forty is new twenty. I didn’t get to do my twenties right because I had Mani, but now I'm single and I'm ready to mingle! And you, Diva…”

“Well, thanks. You know...I get it from my Mama." Gyda did a little shimmy and laughed. "Thank you so much for coming. It’s so good to have you back in town. I know my parents are excited to see you again.” She looked around the room and waved at a guest who was walking by, “Everyone was excited that you said you were coming.”  

Everyone? Why did Gyda say it like that? Soli was excited to catch up with the family, too, but damn. Soli knew that little cutie Ivar was going to be there, but that was nothing. A little innocent eye flirting at the bar a couple of weeks ago didn't mean anything. She hadn't seen or thought of that boy since. And she wasn't thinking about him today...well, not that much, anyway.

“Da-Da,” A gorgeous older blond man came up to Gyda and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head, before turning his attention to Soli. “No, you can’t be…Marisol Peña? The young lady I saw as much as my daughter growing up?” Ragnar walked over to Soli and wrapped her in a warm hug.

Soli chuckled and shook her head when she felt his hands linger at her waist a second longer than they should have. “Oh, Mr. Lothbrok,” Soli she patted him lightly on the chest taking a half step back to take in that beautiful smile, “Oh, it’s been too long. You still look good.” She smiled, feeling his hands slowly move down her side to now rest on her hips.

“And you still are as beautiful as ever,” he said leaning in toward her to talk to her. He had always had this strange way articulating certain words and sometimes he would get uncomfortably close when he would talk to people. Gyda used to get embarrassed because her father would get all up on her friends when he spoke to them, but Marisol always thought it was kind of sexy the way he would breathe on her when he talked.  

She felt herself being hypnotized momentarily by all that sexy, but she quickly regained her senses. “Mr. Lothbrok,” she tutted keeping a careful eye on him as he slowly walked around her in a circle with a sly grin on his face, “I see you're still as smooth as ever.” 

It was fluid the way Ragnar brushed his face next to Soli’s ear to whisper in his sexy accent, making the tendrils of hair tickle her neck, “Ragnar.”  

"Ragnar," she giggled. He was still a DILF, even after all these years.

“Ragnar?”  A feminine voice called causing everyone to turn toward a tall strawberry-blonde in flowing green empire dress standing at the patio door, “Come, lunch is ready and we will have cake.” For as tall and thin as she was the dress did nothing for her. A hottie like Lagertha could have pulled it off, but not her. Although, the navy blue and dark green embroidery did accentuate the red in her hair and her green eyes.    

Soli’s eyes widened as she turned to Gyda, devastated. “Is that Aslaug?” she whispered.  As they all began walking through the house toward the backyard she found herself laughing at the expression on Gyda's face. “Bitch, shut up.” Oh, they had so much to catch up on. 

Judging by how good Aslaug looked, she had had some work done. She was still funny looking, but she looked a whole hell of a lot better than she did when Soli knew her.  

Time seemed to fly by for Soli as she sat in backyard eating, laughing, and drinking with her childhood friend. She had forgotten how much she missed Gyda. But being with her and the family, it felt like they never missed a beat.  She even sat at the table reserved for Ragnar's kids and had no problem catching up with each one of them. Oh, the gossip she found out about sitting there.

For example, Weebae was married to BJ's ex-wife, Torvi, who left BJ with four children and is now having a baby with Bae. And you know the crazy thing is all of them are still talking like nothing ever happened? Or how about this, apparently something happened between Siggy and Ivar - no one is talking about what it is yet, but the two of them don't talk. They can be sitting at the same table and won't utter two words to each other. And did you know that none of the brothers knew why Soli and Gyda fell out all those years ago? I know, but that ain’t my place to say, so done tucked that one way down deep in my bra, honey. All I know is I could write a whole other story about this damn family’s shenanigans alone!  

“Man, I wish I could remember that!” Siggy laughed throwing his napkin on his plate.  “I would have loved to see the look on Bae’s face!” He gently nudged his brother’s arm as he continued to make fun of him.  

Ubbe shook his head and lowered his eyes as the stain of blush colored his cheeks, “I can’t believe that was you,” he said to Soli, “I remember running through the house naked, but I never remembered why.”  

Soli smiled around her glass of wine, trying her best to ignore the incredibly attractive younger man sitting next to her. "I remember why. I remember that little birthmark on your ass, too."

Gyda laughed putting the last of her spoonful of cake in her mouth. “Oooh, Beege, do you remember that time we were playing Van Damme and you ended up in the emergency room?” 

Bjorn rolled his eyes and tried to cover his brow with his hand, “Of course I remember!  How could I forget?” He started rubbing his inner thigh at the memory.  He looked around the table at all of his brothers’ faces who were rapted with excitement, smiles already plastered on their faces, dying to hear the story.  “So, I might have been about 13, Da-Da and Soli might have been around 11 or so. Anyway, we used to always watch Daddy's Jean-Claude Van Damme movies. I was obsessed - he was a total bad-ass to me. We had no business watching them because they were rated R and too violent for us to be watching, but we didn't care. And after the movies, we always would play Van Damme and act out our own scenes but do all the karate moves we just saw.”

“But, he always thought he automatically got to be Van Damme because he was a boy, and he always tried to make me the stupid female sidekick. I wanted to be the badass female Van Damme, ya know?" Soli said rolling her eyes.

“Wait, where was Da-Da?”  Ubbe asked.

“I always wanted to be the bad guy,” Gyda shrugged, “What? It was fun.”  

"Yeah, we used to whip her ass, "Soli laughed, “So, this one day BJ and I got in this big argument about who should get to be Van Damme in our reenactment. Of course, he thought he should be because he’s a boy, and I said that I should be because I could do the split. You remember the splits he used to do, right?” She looked around the table and watched everyone nod.

That is, all except one, “No…he’s the guy with that show on HULU now, right?” Ivar asked, turning in his chair so that his outstretch leg brushed Soli’s shin under the table. “He used to do action movies?”

Rolling her eyes at the absurdity of the question, Soli reached into her small clutch bag and pulled out her phone. “I keep forgetting you’re a child. Of course, you don’t know anything about Jean-Claude Van Damme.  When were you born, like 6 months ago?” She quickly found a picture of the Van Damme split online and handed her phone to Ivar. 

“So, in the movie Double Impact, he did the split when he had his legs on these chairs and his pelvis was suspended between them…I knew I could do it. I had been taking gymnastics since I was six. But BJ, thought because he was a boy he was naturally superior.”

“Oh God, Beege…what happened?” Hvitserk asked popping open another beer.

“The chairs moved, man.” Bjorn said sadly, “Daddy had to take me to the hospital.  My nuts twisted; sprained my dick.” He tried to hold back his laugh but listening to how funny his brothers found his childhood misfortune made Bjorn laugh, too. “Never played Van Damme again.”

“And you never bet against me again, that’s for sure.” Soli felt Ivar’s hand brush against the side of hers and when she turned to face him he was handing back her phone. She noticed that when he leaned over toward her that the first two buttons of his classic white button-down shirt were undone, exposing his thick neck, and collarbone to her. Would it be rude if she tried to get a peek down his shirt? She didn't think so. What was rude was him smelling like a clean ocean breeze or wearing that damn white shirt against his tanned skin. 

Ivar put the phone in her open palm and closed his hand around hers. The hint of a smile started with one corner of his mouth and as his tongue darted out of his mouth and started worrying the bottom corner of the lip. 

“So, um…you can do that split, huh?” There it was. That come sit on my face smile. She had to watch out for this little bastard.

“Yep and  I can do it on a handstand,” she whispered back, and winked at him, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling. God, this kid was so damn cute, but she shouldn't be flirting with him, even if it was who she was by nature. He was too young. It was too wrong. He was too sexy. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time.  This was tricky. She knew the family.  He had muscles. “Close your mouth there, Baby Ivey.” She patted his shoulder feeling the striations under her fingertips. That was another thing, she had to stop touching him!

“Hey Mom,” Soli’s son, Mani walked over to the table she was sitting at wearing a nice pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She had made him promise to drop by for a minute, just to say hi to some of her childhood friends before he went to a party of his own. The things he did for that woman.  

“There’s my Baby Boy!” Soli said, standing up. “Mani, I want you to meet my second family when I was growing up. This was my best friend, Gyda, and her brothers Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar.” She gestured her hand to each person as she said their names. “Everyone, this is my son, Miguel.”  

Ivar smiled and stood up, offering his hand to shake, “I remember you from school. Cartoon Boy, right?”

Mani’s posture stiffened and his warm brown eyes hardened almost instantly, “I don’t remember Jock Strap.” Mani had hated Ivar since they were in high school. Even as a teenager he thought Ivar Raganarsson was a dick. He was an entitled asshole who thought the world owed him something. He had walked around that school like he was the shit and because Mani was younger, smaller and didn’t play sports, Ivar just fucking sucked toward him. He never bullied him, but he always acted like Mani was beneath him.  

Well, fuck Ivar and his big ass beaver teeth smile…got on his fucking nerves. Mani turned his attention to the rest of the table. “It was nice to meet all of you, but I have another engagement. I just stopped by to drop something off to my mom.” 

“Excuse me,” Soli said getting up from the table. She was ready to punch Mani in the throat. She had specifically told him that when he came to the house not to say anything insulting to Ivar. And if she had to listen to one more minute of how much Mani hated Ivar she was going to scream. Since she told him about that first time seeing him at the bar all she had heard was how much of an asshole Ivar had been in high school and how he stole the lead in the school play Mani’s sophomore year. Did she care? Not at all. Mani was 22 years old now and he was still holding a grudge about something that happened when he was 15.  

She walked back into the house with her son following him to the front door. The fake she was forcing was hurting her face. “What the fuck was that, Mani?”

“You see him with that Fuck Boy Ricky hairstyle? I swear Mom, he’s a total Dickbag.” Mani rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “And you're friends with his people? That's a whole new level of douchery, even for you, Mom.”  

“Oh my, God…I’m not. Not right now.” She got on her tiptoes to kiss her son on the cheek. “Have fun tonight. I love you.”

“I’m telling you, watch that fucktard.”

"Get out," Soli pushed her son out of the door and sighed. This was reason number 4,037 why she never dated. Mani hated and had something to say about everyone. Not saying that she wanted to date Ivar or anything, but just saying that Mani had a problem with every male that she was even friendly with. It was hopeless. Her ex-husband was going to be the last man she’d ever have sex with.  Oh, the humanity of it all...

Soli walked back to the family table with a fresh glass of wine and sat back with a smile as she watched the siblings pose for their family photos.  The pictures were going to be gorgeous - they were a beautiful family. There were so many photos being taken, too. There were poses of Ragnar, both his wives, all of his children, and grandchildren. Even the photos of the divisions of the families were beautiful. But the most captivating thing to Soli was that Ivar was the photographer.  

He was so patient and genuinely seemed to be having a good time doing it.  He was a natural. He laughed as he directed his family and smiled a huge, smile with every picture he took. He was engaging and extremely creative. Looking at him, she would have never have guessed he had an artistic side to him. When Soli realized that she had a full-blown smile on her face watching Ivar and not the family she shook her head and grabbed her phone for a distraction. 

Taking a sip of wine, she checked her text messages and almost choked. There as only one missed message and it was from a number that she didn't recognize. He must have called himself on her phone to get her number. 

She couldn't stop the big ass smile from spreading across her face as she read:

‘Splits and handstands?  I💓 gymnastics! ~ Baby Ivey’

So, girl, that’s what happened with that. Don’t worry, we are about to get into the good shit, I promise. I'm telling this story honey and bitch I'm building suspense.  

I'll talk to you later girl. And next time, I ping you, answer your girl. Don’t be screening me like I’m that dude at the club that you trying to get rid of.  

Chapter 1

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[purplecloaks]

Replacement Mother, Part Two

Pairing: Ragnar x younger!OC

Warnings: talk of Gyda, visions, self harm sorta, very anxious OC, murder 

Words: 3404

Everything tag: @squirrelacorngliterfarts @kawennote09 @sherrybaby14

Vikings tag: @hvitserk-ragnarssons-slave @geeksareunique

           When Ragnar returns from the raid, the boys are happy to see their father. I less so, because I know our wedding will be soon.

           As Ragnar is kissing his sons, I see Bjorn out of the corner of my eye. He is with Porunn, their heads together, whispering. My gut twists sharply. I try to pay attention to what Ragnar is telling the boys, but I can’t get the image of them out of my head.

           Ragnar stands and kisses my cheek. “Rollo was injured badly. I will be with him for now.” I nod stiffly. He ruffles the boys’ hair and quickly walks away.

           I feel completely out of place. I’ve been around Ragnar and his family my entire life, but it feels different now. I hand Ivar to the wet nurse to eat, another already has Sigurd. Ubbe and Hvitserk are running around, playing. I have no one to watch over. I feel as if I have no shield.

           Lagertha comes over to me and I want to flinch. She was always like a mother to me and now I am marrying her ex-husband.

           “Thurid, you are looking well.” She takes my hands in hers. “How are Ragnar’s young sons?”

           “They are doing as well as they can. Ubbe and Hvitserk still don’t want to sleep alone. They miss their mother,” I murmur. My head is bowed, trying to show her I don’t want to offend.

           “I hear you will be mothering them now,” she continues.

           I nod. “Aslaug requested it before she…died.”

           “And you are to marry Ragnar.” There it is. The topic I don’t want to talk about.

           “Yes,” I say after a pause. “He felt as if that would be best.”

           Lagertha squeezes my hands and I look up into her eyes. “I know you feel as though you are disrespecting me, Thurid, but I want no ill will between us. You are doing what you must for Ragnar’s sons.”

           I nod, dazed. She gives me one last long look before she turns away.

           That night, as I lay in bed, I cannot sleep. The boys are tucked around me, trying to fit into the bed with Ragnar there. Hvitserk and Ubbe are to my back, laying between Ragnar and I. They are pressed as close to me as they can be. Sigurd is tucked into my chest; he will not sleep unless my arms are around him. Ivar sleeps in his cradle next to the bed, as to not hurt his legs. I can see his little face in the darkness. They slept like this every night while Ragnar was away; they are not what is keeping me up. I can hear Ragnar’s soft, even breathing from where I lay. I feel his presence behind me. I can only think of when we will marry. He said when he returned, but he has not mentioned it again. Has he changed his mind? And how do I feel if he’s changed his mind. I am restless the rest of the night.

             Over the next few days, preparations are made for the arrival of Horik’s family. Ragnar doesn’t speak much to me and the wedding is not mentioned.

           On the day of their arrival he finally turns to me. “You will greet them with me.” I look over at him.

           “Is that all?” I ask. I place my cup down angrily. “You have barely said one word to me since your return and now I am expected to be on your arm?”

           He sighs. “Thurid, something much bigger is at play here. Please, I will explain when I can.”

           I grit my teeth but nod.

           So when they come I stand beside him to welcome Horik’s family. We make our way into the Great Hall where Horik addresses us.

           “Ragnar Lothbrok, my friend and ally, and all your family gathered, let me properly present to you my wife, Gunnhild, and my children,” Horik announces. There are cheers. “Ragnar, you and I have formed an alliance on which the future of our country and its people depends. In this endeavor, I see you more than ever as an equal. Between us – and, of course Earl Ingstad – we have already accomplished so much. We have land and opportunity in Wessex…” More cheering. “But that is only the beginning. We know already there are many other worlds to discover and we shall do so together, united even more by the bonds of family – for you have many sons, and, as you can see, I have many daughters.” People laugh. I stiffen as a cold feeling runs throughout me. “It is our custom to celebrate such an alliance as the gods celebrated theirs – with feasting and pledges.” Everyone cheers as Horik finishes.

           I turn to Ragnar and grip his arm. “The boys will not marry his children. I will not allow it.” He looks down and must see the terror in my eyes because he nods slowly. He pries my fingers off his tunic and kisses my knuckles.

           The festivities begin and I shy away from the dancing and loud music. I take the boys to the bedroom. Setting Sigurd on the bed, Ubbe and Hvitserk start to complain.

           “We want to be with Father!” Hvitserk shouts.

           “Your father and everyone else out there are going to get drunk. It is not safe for you to be out there. Come here and I will tell you a story.” I pat the bed next to Sigurd.

           They change their mind when I say that. They look at my expectedly when they settle.

           “A long time ago, before you were born, your Father was married to Lagertha, as you know.” They nod eagerly. “While they were married, they had your brother Bjorn.” They nod again. “They had a second child though. A daughter. Her name was Gyda and she was very beautiful. Gyda and I would play together and sometimes Bjorn would join in. Gyda and I were inseparable, but something happened one day.”

           “What happened?” Ubbe asks.

           “Your father went away and took Bjorn with him, so Lagertha was left ruling Kattegat. A horrible sickness came. Many people got sick. Many people died. Gyda…” I close my eyes. “Gyda and I got very sick. We lied next each other and held hands because we were sure we were to die. One day, I woke up, and Gyda…did not.” I open my eyes and look at them. “I don’t know why your father doesn’t talk about her to you. I assume it’s because he was away when she died and he has never forgiven himself. I loved her dearly and still do. I wish you could have met her.” I caress their cheeks.

           The rest of the night is spent answering their questions about Gyda.

           Waking up the next day, my head hurts immensely. I have to pass the care of the boys to a slave. I lay in bed with the room darkened as much as possible. I know a vision is coming but I don’t know when. Though my head is pounding, I fall asleep eventually.

           As I am asleep, I see quick flashes of things. Torstein dead, Floki and Horik speaking with their heads bent, Floki giving Ubbe a mushroom, until it lands on the marketplace. I stand back and try to find what I am supposed to be seeing. Siggy comes towards me quickly only to slow as her eyes land on something. I turn and it’s King Horik.

           “Shouldn’t you be with your wife? Doesn’t she have need of you?” Her voice is strong and clear as if I am with her.

           Horik follows after her. “Don’t play games.”

           “There are no more games.”

           “Yes, there is, and this is the final one. You once promised you would tell me Ragnar’s weaknesses. I don’t ever remember you delivering on that promise.”

           “Well, you wasted al your seed on a promise.”

           “Tell me now.”

           Siggy stops and turns to him. “Is it not obvious? Ragnar’s weakness is his children.”

           Horik looks around. I step closer. “Then this is what you must do. You must go to the Great Hall at sunset and you must kill Ragnar’s young sons.”

           I turn towards Siggy immediately, looking into her eyes and face. She couldn’t. Not my children. “What do I get in return?” she asks.

           “I will marry you. Gunnhild is my only wife at the moment. I will take a second. I will make you a queen. You will rule again, as you once did.” Horik pulls a knife from his belt and gives it to her.

           I wake screaming my throat raw. I claw at my neck, trying to get the vision away. A slave runs in and starts yelling and trying to pull my hands from my neck and face.

           I try to say something but a gasping sound comes out. I gulp and sit up. “Where is Ragnar?” I nearly scream. “Bring me to Ragnar!”

           The slave looks terrified but nods quickly and helps me up. I don’t bother getting dressed, I just run after her. I’m shaking and crying as I follow. She seems to be moving as fast as she can.

She takes me to a room where several people are having lunch. They look up when she enters but their eyes quickly fall to me. Bjorn and Ragnar both stand immediately and Lagertha reaches towards me.

           “Ragnar,” I gasp. Had I surveyed the room I would have seen Horik in front of me but my eyes are on Ragnar.

           He rushes to me and grabs my face. “What is it? What has happened?”

           “I saw something…” I can barely get out words.

           Ragnar looks behind him before leading me out of the room, Bjorn and Lagertha on his heels. I grip onto him. I feel like I can’t breathe.

           Once in a room, he turns on me. “What did you see?” he asks sharply.

           I gasp for air and claw at my throat again, but he holds my hands away. “Siggy is going to kill the boys! Horik will ask her to. He will provide a knife. Where are they? Where are they boys?” I look around wildly as if they are in the room with us.

           “Is that all you saw?” Ragnar doesn’t seem nearly as bothered as he should.

           “Ragnar,” I gasp. I dig my fingers into his arms.

           “Thurid, listen. Listen to me, Thurid.” Ragnar is looking calmly into my crazed eyes. “Siggy is not going to kill the boys.”

           “But I saw…”

           “I know.” He cups my face. “I already know that Horik will try to kill us all. Siggy has been playing him and so has Floki. They are both on our side. The boys are safe.” He pulls my face into his chest and holds me. “I would never let anything happen to them.”

           Breathing in his scent is calming. After a few moments the aftershocks from the vision settle and I’m calmer. He pulls away.

           “Where are they? I need to see them.” My voice is hoarse.

           “Tell me what else you saw and then I will take you to them.” He holds the sides of my face.

           “Torstein dead, Floki and Horik conspiring, and Floki giving Ubbe a mushroom,” I say quietly.

           He nods. “Let’s clean up your wounds.”

I shake my head quickly. “Please…the boys –”

“If the boys see you bleeding from scratches on your neck, they will be terrified. Let’s clean and bandage them and then you can see them,” he explains.

“Okay…okay…” I nod slowly.

He sits me down and tells Bjorn to get some supplies to clean me up. The wait is excruciating, but finally Bjorn is back. Ragnar cleans the scratches and bandages them all while murmur softly to me that nothing will happen to the boys. Then leads me to where the boys are. I hold Ubbe and Hvitserk against me until they finally squirm away, begging to go play again. I sit with Sigurd and Ivar in my lap and watch them play.

           Later that night there is a feast. Ragnar insisted that I came so I didn’t raise suspicion. I sit beside him stiffly. Children are running around the table, Ubbe and Hvitserk included. It’s hard to let them so far from my side. Sigurd and Ivar are eating within my view with some slaves.

           Ragnar squeezes my hand in his. “Thurid, calm down, everything is alright.”

           I nod absentmindedly. I watch as Floki grabs Ubbe as he runs past. They speak for a moment before Ubbe walks away from Floki. His eyes flash to me quickly before he looks away towards Torstein. He gives what I assume is the mushroom I saw to Torstein before running away. My eyes tighten.

           Later that night Torstein is lying “dead”. It looks very convincing. I clutch Ubbe close to me.

           “My friend Torstein has been murdered. I swear by all the gods, whoever did this will pay a heavy price,” Bjorn says. He goes to lean down but Floki grabs him and cups his face.

           “We’ll find the guilty one! And we shall flay the skin from his body and use horses to tear him apart!” Floki sobs. He hugs Bjorn to him. Ragnar leaves.

           I pick Ubbe up and hold him to me. He’s shaking a little. When we get to our bedroom, I place him on the bed and look into his eyes. He looks terrified.

           “Thurid! I…” he lets out but then he covers his mouth with his little hands.

           “Ubbe, my love, it’s okay. You did nothing wrong,” I say soothingly.

           “But I did, Thurid. I…” He looks away from me.

           “I know what happened, Ubbe. You aren’t in trouble. You will not be punished. It’s okay.” I kiss his cheeks and hug him to me.

           After I put the boys to sleep, I stay up until Ragnar comes back. He looks over the boys sleeping in the bed and his eyes still when he realizes I’m not in bed. He drags his eyes over the rest of the room until they land on me.

           “What is it?” he murmurs.

           I stand from the chair I’m sitting in and walk over to him slowly. I look up at him briefly before slapping him. He stumbles backwards and cups his cheek.

           “What was that for?” His eyes are wide.

           “I don’t know exactly what you are planning for Horik, but how dare you bring Ubbe into your plans? After what Floki told him and what happened to Torstein he was terrified. He is a child Ragnar. He thought he was going to be punished brutally.” My eyes are wet with unshed tears thinking about how scared he was and how many times I had to promise him that he wouldn’t be punished.

           Ragnar sighs and shakes his head. “He will know soon enough that –”

           “If you ever do something like this again, you will regret it. You forget that I am not just a housewife.” With that I turn on my heel and slide into bed, pulling Sigurd to my chest.

             Waking up the next day, Ragnar pulls me aside.

           “Today is the day. You must trust that Siggy will not harm the boys in any way. Do you understand?” he asks softly.

           I nod slowly and he kisses my forehead.

           Siggy and I spend the whole day together with the boys. I start to relax around her. In the afternoon a chill runs through me. I look over to Siggy.

           “Boys,” I say softly. Hvitserk and Ubbe look over as I make my way to them. “Let’s go, my loves.” I nod towards the back room. They get up and run to the room. I follow slowly.

           Ragnar has assured me that the boys will not be harmed, but I can’t shake the feeling of dread that fills me. I start to pace. I find myself making my way closer and closer to my axe that is on the table beside the bed. I sigh and lift it in my hands, feeling the weight of it.

           “Thurid.” Siggy’s voice startles me. I turn towards her. She must feel the fear pouring from me because she places a hand on my arm. “They will be fine. Trust in the gods.” She moves her hand over mine and takes the axe from me, placing it back on the table. “Trust Ragnar.” She pulls me with her towards the door.

           I glance back at the boys one last time. “Protect them,” I whisper to the slaves. Siggy pulls me out of the room.

           She takes me to where Ragnar is waiting to surprise Horik. I lean my head on his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

           “Everything will be fine,” he says. I nod against him. He holds me like that until we hear the door to the Great Hall open. I stiffen and listen.

           “Ragnar Lothbrok!” Horik says. Two more doors slam open. There are gasps at what I assume is Torstein revealing he is alive. And then I hear blows. It doesn’t sound like much of a fight. Floki walks out there then. “Floki, you have betrayed the gods.”

           “No, King Horik, I only betrayed you,” Floki says. Ragnar walks away from me then and I want to cling to him, but I walk silently behind him instead. When I see Horik my blood boils. “I was always true to the gods. And Ragnar,” Floki finishes.

           “Ragnar, if you can find it in your heart, spare my son,” Horik says. I sneer at him. Knowing Ragnar, he will. Horik drops his shield and starts to make his way towards us. Erlendur tries to go forward but is caught and held. He drops his sword and shield and struggles against the hold.

           As Horik passes Lagertha she slices his back with her sword. Horik lets out a groan. Bjorn runs towards him and hits with his axe. Horik grunts in pain. Torstein stabs one last time before Horik drops his sword and falls to his knees. Floki walks forward and cups Horik’s face but leaves him. Horik coughs and spits up blood. Siggy comes out and stands beside Ragnar and I. She holds out the knife I saw in my vision to him, Ragnar takes it, then she turns and goes back the way she came. I know she’s going back to be with the boys. Slowly everyone starts to leave.

           Ragnar continues to look down at Horik. “Even if Floki and Siggy didn’t betray you, my wife is a Seeress. She saw what you were going to do.” Horik’s eyes flick to me. I feel myself shaking with anger. I feel something touch my arm and look down. Ragnar is holding the knife out to me. I take it and he steps back. I fall to my knees in front of Horik. I stab as hard as I can into his stomach. I vaguely hear Erlendur sob. I pull the knife free and stab him again. And again. And again. And again, and again, and again. I let out a sob and go to stab him another time, but I feel myself being picked up. I look away from Horik’s face to see Ragnar. He takes the knife from me and throws it away. He takes my place in front of Horik and headbutts him. Horik falls back and Ragnar climbs on top of him, continuing to headbutt him. He starts screaming. Eventually he takes him sword and beats Horik with it. I watch, tears streaming down my face as Ragnar continues to beat Horik until he’s a bloody pulp.

           When he’s finished, he sits on his throne and pulls me into his lap. We sit like that for a long time. My ears ring with the silence.

           After what feels like hours, Ragnar stands and leads me over to a basin of water. He dips a rag into it and cleans the blood from my hands and then his face. We make our way back into our room. Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd are sleeping together in our bed. Ivar is in his cradle.

           I pick Ivar up and bring him to bed with us, laying him on my chest. Ragnar and I make a cocoon around the other boys. I finally feel like they’re safe.

[august-diehl]

The Rag Doll - Part 28

Modern AU

Ivar x OC

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God will forgive them. He’ll forgive them and allow them into Heaven. I can’t live with that.

- Shame Meadows.

The article was released, it was brutal, Kwenthrith really outdone herself. The article read:

It appears that money can hide a lot of things, but not forever. The Lothbrok family always has been a synonymous of decency, love and respect, in every family there’s problems, but it appears that the Lothbrok family has a thing for drama.

Ragnar Lothbrok, great and visionary business man, he changed the world with his great way of making business. But now he wants to divorce his wife, Aslaug Lothbrok, for his ex-wife, Lagertha.

Aslaug is a case of her own, she’s responsible for a lot of crimes, including one against her own marriage, adultery. She has an affair with a hacker named Harbard, she only cares about money, about status. One of her maids fell in love with one of her sons, she got pregnant, Aslaug wanted the child, she was going to take the child away. But not before lying to her son and accused the maid of stealing family jewels. She also accused Rollo Lothbrok, Ragnar’s brother of trying to steal his company, Rollo was innocent, he never wanted his brother company, but Aslaug made it look that way. Aslaug is even guilty of making a maid die, Ragnar wanted to pay for the treatment of cancer, but Aslaug refused and the maid died of cancer, a very treatable one. She does even more worst things, but we can’t prove it yet, but we will.

The sons are very close to each other, especially the older ones, Ubbe and Hvitserk. They share everything, including women, Margrethe Lothbrok is the wife of Ubbe Lothbrok, and the lover of Hvitserk Lothbrok. The love affair gave fruits, two girls, twins to be exact. Hvitserk Lothbrok is the father, not Ubbe, that must be awkward at family dinners.

Sigurd, the great singer is a despicable human being, he tried to sexually assault the maid that one of the brothers fell in love with.

Another article will be released, with the whole truth, this one is just to open the your eyes about that family, do not trust them.

I was expecting worst, but that was enough to break Ivar, I needed to speak with him. So I called him, he picked up really fast.

“Ivar…” He didn’t let me finish.

“Antoinette, I don’t know what happened. But please, what my family did, that doesn’t reflect on me, I’m not like them.” He begged, it broke my heart seeing him like that.

“I know, Ivar. But I need to tell you something, it’s really important.” I needed to tell him that I was alive and Henry is his son.

“I just want to hold you, where are you?” He seemed broken, and it was my fault.

“I’m at a hotel.” I have him the address and he said that he was going to be here in a few minutes.

I heard a knock at the door, I went to open it, it was Ivar. This was it, I needed to tell him everything, even if that means him hating me for the rest of my life.

“Ivar…” He kissed me, I couldn’t even talk.

He put his forehead against mine, he was crying.

“Can I stay here with you?” I nodded.

We were at the bed, he didn’t said anything, I was scared of telling him, but I needed to do this.

“Ivar?” He looked at me, he was still crying.

“I need to tell you something.” I said to him, he only nodded.

“You make me feel better, safe, like nothing bad will happen.” He smiled and I smiled back.

“Ivar, there’s no easy way….” He didn’t let me finish, again.

“I want to know who did this, I’ll make them pay.” I could see the rage in his eyes.

I didn’t say anything else, I couldn’t, he would hate me, he would want revenge against me.

“What did you wanna tell me?” He changed his expression, it was full of love, and tenderness.

“I just wanted to say that I need to leave, I have a funeral to prepare.” I left the bed, he followed me.

“Who died?” I could see the worry on his eyes.

“Jay.” I whispered to him.

“I’m so sorry, I was such an idiot, I was only thinking about me, and you couldn’t even tell me.” He hugged me tightly.

“It’s okay, I just need to go.” I grabbed my purse.

“I want to be there for you, I can help.” He smiled to me, but I couldn’t have him close, he would hate me eventually.

“No, it’s okay. You should check your family, they need you more than me.” He only nodded and we left the hotel, I went to prepare Jay’s cremation, he wanted to be cremated.

After making the arrangements, I called Lily, she needs to see a doctor about her pregnancy.

“Lily, you need to schedule an appointment with a doctor, you need to check on you and your baby.”

“I’m so excited, I’m officially divorced.” She was laughing.

“That’s great, I’m happy for you.” I said to her.

“I have no ties to that family, my child is only things that matters to me now.” I could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Lily, I made the preparations for Jay’s cremation, it’s going to happen tomorrow.” I said to her.

“Thank you, I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“It’s okay, I need to do a few others things, but I’ll talk to later.”

“Bye.” She hang up the phone.

I was working on my office, I was drawing a new collection, I was happy about it, drawing made me forget about everything.

My phone rang, it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” I said a little skeptical.

“Hello, Thays.” It was Aslaug, now everything made sense to me, she found out about me, that’s why she killed Jay.

“Aslaug, it’s been a long time.” I smirked.

“You ruined my life, my marriage, my relationship with my sons, I’m gonna make you pay for this.” I laughed at her, she was pathetic.

“You are the one being ruined, and I’m only starting.” I had an idea at that moment, I knew how to end her for good.

“Goodbye Aslaug, and watch your back, because you killed an innocent person, and you’re gonna pay for this.” I hang up the phone.

In the mean time, Harvey called me.

“Antoinette, I have news.” He sounded serious.

“What is it?” I asked him.

“I know who killed Jay.” I was shocked, it was so fast.

“Who?”

“Aslaug’s lover, Harbard. He has a criminal record, that’s why it was easy to find him guilty.” He explained.

“Put him away forever, make him pay for killing Jay.” I said sternly.

“I will.” He promised.

“Harvey, Jay’s girlfriend is pregnant, we must help her.” I said to him.

“Of course, she’s family now, who is she?” I forgot to tell him that Jay’s girlfriend is Ivar’s wife, well, ex wife.

“Lily.”

“As in Lily Lothbrok?” He asked shocked.

“No, she’s divorced now.” I explained to him.

“Well, if you are okay with that, she’s family now, we’ll make sure she has everything she needs.” He said softly.

“Thank you Harvey, for everything.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for, you’re family, you’ll always be.” He hang up the phone, and I started to think about my idea, the idea that was going to take care of Aslaug once and for all.

[ao3feed-vikings]

Melt The Ice In My Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fNmGi0

by havik2006v10

Chaotic, Colhearted, Evil. Raven black hair, ice blue eyes and a devilish stare that could freeze everything she had in sight. Njorun Noraide, Kattegat's archer, was feared by many, but not by the two known brothers. She was raised in the snow, her childhood had never been filled with warmth and love. Her father abused her, angry he didn't had a son instead.

One day two young men walked in, cut the father to pieces and brought her to a safe heaven, Kattegat. She quickly picked up the talent of archery to defend herself and was finally free from her abusive father. She grew close to the two brothers, but sadly while hunting she ended up in a snowstorm.

Stories spread she had died, people forgot about her, asking her name nobody could remember it... except the two brothers. Ragnar and Rollo Lothbrok were determined to find their old childhood friend, seeking the area for years, until they started raiding the western for the third time, both recognizing the bright blue eyes they remembered as no other, imprisoned by the English.

Rollo Lothbrok/ Ragnar Lothbrok x OC Vikings

Words: 993, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rollo, Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki, Arne, siggy, thorvi, Bjorn, Athelstan, Gyda, Torstein, Ivar, Aslaug, Othere, Harald, Helga, Sigurd, Hvitserk, many more - Character

Relationships: OC x Rollo Lothbrok / Ragnar Lothbrok

Additional Tags: Love, Vikings, OC, Rollo Lothbrok - Freeform, Ragnar Lothbrok - Freeform, Drama, norse gods

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fNmGi0

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Summary: Chaotic, Coldhearted, Evil. Raven black hair, ice blue eyes and a devilish stare that could freeze everything she had in sight. Njorun Noraide, Kattegat's archer, was feared by many, but not by the two known brothers. She was raised in the snow, her childhood had never been filled with warmth and love. Her father abused her, angry he didn't had a son instead.

One day two young men walked in, cut the father to pieces and brought her to a safe heaven, Kattegat. She quickly picked up the talent of archery to defend herself and was finally free from her abusive father. She grew close to the two brothers, but sadly while hunting she ended up in a snowstorm.

Stories spread she had died, people forgot about her, asking her name nobody could remember it... except the two brothers. Ragnar and Rollo Lothbrok were determined to find their old childhood friend, seeking the area for years, until they started raiding the western for the third time, both recognizing the bright blue eyes they remembered as no other, imprisoned by the English.

Timeline: This story begins in season 1 episode 7 when Rollo and Ragnar attack the western for the third time.

Relationship: Rollo Lothbrok/Ragnar Lothbrok x Njorun Noraide (OC)

Fandom: Vikings

Chapter 1: The Snow In My Eyes

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Warning: There will be probably a lot of strong themes and sexual content in this fan fiction.

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(POV Njorun Noraide)

My hands were bounded together so I could do no damage as I was stripped from my clothing, only, not to be raped, well, probably not yet. They found it funny to cut me open first, cut for cut. The cold iron hit my smooth skin and cut it open like it was a harmless baby. With my jaw clenched I grunted in pain but didn't want to surrender to these men. I didn't know what they wanted from me or how I ended up here, but one thing I knew for sure, this was going to be my death, whether I liked it or not so why let all my precious information spill to them.

A tear released itself from the corner of my eye as another cut was made, feeling the warmth of the blood running down my collarbone. The sun was lowering and darkness started to surround us and after what felt like the thousandth cut, they suddenly stopped torturing me when a higher ranked man approached me. He had laid his weapons down onto a wooden table and grabbed the pole behind me before kneeling beside me, using the pole to keep himself steady as he did so. He stroked a piece of hair out of my face and I turned my head around, making him retreat his hand and he backed off.

"You know what we want."

"No."

"We have been doing this for a while now, better be truthful. Who are you and how did you get here?"

"All I remember is that I ended up in a snowstorm years ago. So just leave me alone." He rolled his eyes before standing up, clearly not willing to except my truth.

"Get through her, break her if you have to."

He turned back around towards me so we locked gazes and he shook his head before walking away, yelling one last time to his men and me.

"I'm sorry that it has to go this way. My men, I just removed the rules, do what you want to get to the answer!" My eyes narrowed and I smiled to myself, the fuck did I get myself into. With all my strength I tried to break the chains, but I knew I had no change, I was bleeding everywhere and had a little to no energy to save myself. I rumbled with the chains, making an unbearable sound. Secretly hoping a wanderer would find me or anyone else, but my hope was quickly gone as the first young man with brown hair walked up to me, bending over me as he slowly lowered his trousers and meanwhile smiled at me.

I closed my eyes preparing for whatever I had to deal with next. Only before anyone had touched my body or anything else happened, my eyes shot open when I felt hot blood dripping onto my face and a axe was placed in the neck of the man that was planning to rape me, after my rescuer killed all the men that tried to run away as well. Slowly, my eyes followed my saviors movements and when he kneeled down, bright light lit up his face and it was visible to me. The green warm, but strong eyes, the dark long hair. He grew up handsome and I couldn't hide my excitement towards the man who had once again saved me and who I knew from when I was younger.

"Rollo!"

"I'll get you out of here, sæta."

"You called me cutie? Why the... I'm no-...!"

"You are. Now, let's not distract me from finding the key for those chains or do you love being naked and tied up while being cut open?" I looked down and totally forgot about having no clothing on me which made me try to cover myself up by pushing my legs against my chest, screaming out as the pain from the cuts began to hit me when I moved.

"Got it." He confirmed holding up a key and secretly concern filled his eyes. Rollo stepped towards me before the sounds of the heavy chains falling onto the ground was echoing through the tent. He had slid his fur of off his shoulders and wrapped it around the naked me to cover me up, after, he tried to help me raise to my feet, but I failed to do so even with help which made Rollo carry me outside of the tent and gently held me close as he brought me to the other group Norsemen. When he was sure I was safe he laid me down and started to tend to my wounds while he asked a man named Arne to get clothing for me that I would fit the most.

"Thank you."

"It's good you survived, Ragnar and I have been trying to find you for ye-..."

"NJORUN!!!!"

Shocked I looked up to see the other brother running towards me, he too was grown up more handsome than before.

"Ragnar, careful." Rollo tried to shout at him, but he was too happy to even listen. I was pulled into a tight hug with the fur almost falling of off me so with all my strength I patted him on the back and secretly pulled the fur back, covering me again while hissing through my teeth and sucking up the pain.

"By Odin, you grew up into a fine woman!" He grabbed a piece of my hair while he again smiled at me. "With still the dark hair and cold blue eyes."

"Thank you?" I bursted into laughter while a sharp pain came back, making Rollo push Ragnar back a bit.

"Let me patch her up, then the three of us talk?" Ragnar nodded in annoyance and left to speak with the other men waiting for him as Rollo shoved up the fur by my legs to stop the bleeding on my legs while sitting on one knee to be at the same height.

"I already got a hug from Ragnar."

"So...?" He raised his eyebrow before a smirk appeared onto his face.

"Give me one too." I saw him hesitate before he slowly sneaked his arms around me, pulling me gently closer to him.

"I'm glad you're back, Njorun."

"Me too."

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Chapter 19: It Had To Come Down To This

For Chapter 18: Meeting New Faces click here

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"Who made all of these things?"

"Nobody knows. Some say a race of giants once lived on this island."

"Giants?" Ragnar looked up, breaking his eye contact with the statue.

"Yes, but let's continue! The Sire is waiting for both of you."

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Before Ragnar was called in, it was explained to me that I had to stay outside so that the two men could consult and of course Ragnar had disagreed, but I already knew what was to come. Visions don't lie. Ragnar had pointed out I wasn't any danger to the king and that he could take me with him, but I just shook my head in silence. I knew he was in an denying fase when I slowly saw that he understood what was happening. I always told him about my nightmares, until one day it wasn't an nightmare... it was faith what I saw. The future. My life. The curse. The door opened ahead of Ragnar and he stepped inside the hot chamber before coughing a little. This was the last time I would see him. The last time we would speak. The last time we would be together.

"Wait!" Ragnar shouted as the door behind him closed and with strength he almost pulled the door out of their hinges to get to see my face one more time. I broke free from the grip on my arm by the guard and embraced Ragnar tightly. He reacted fast and did the same, stroking my hair in the process. "Why does it have to come down to this?" He questioned, a little crack in his voice.

"I am cursed, Ragnar. You know that." I softly whispered in his ear, not trying to sob in his arms. "I don't know how I survived that snowstorm, but I was not supposed to."

"Njorun. Please, don't say that."

"You know it's true." I replied, feeling a tear run down my cheek and a wet spot formed on his shirt. I started to crumble beneath his touch as he stared me in the eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes reflecting Valhalla in them. The breath was knocked out of my lungs because of the force created when our lips collided and his hand palms were pressed against my cheeks, swiping away my tears with his thumbs. "I'm not allowed to say this out loud, but I have always loved you."

"I will always love you too, Njorun." He declared between the kisses and I lowered my head, not being able to handle my sadness as I buried my face into his chest. "Goodbye, my love." He whispered as he hugged me even closer before I was violently dragged away from Ragnar. Away from his laugh. Away from his voice. Away from his eyes. Away from my the only thing that was worth living for... even though the time I was granted was additional time. I was doomed, cursed, not to find love. There was no happiness in this life for me and my time was officially up. I was created by chaos and so I would return to the chaos. The world was slowed down around me as I was escorted across the stone floor of the castle and across the square by the guards who pushed me in the back with their spears.

Slowly, small pieces of my visions became one when the carriage was in my sight and I dropped to my knees with my back towards the carriage. Some kind of heavy chains were tied around my hands to keep them together and the other side was tied to the carriage. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow when the sign was given. It was odd to survey how many people had gathered for this, how many kids watched this, but I knew this was the best for me. I knew this was going to happen one day, but at this point I was not ready for it. I had forgotten this day because of the love I found, even though I wasn't born for it and I took in a deep breath as I heard the horses galloping behind me. This was my faith.

I felt the sharp stones wear against my scarred body. I felt the pulls on my arms. I felt my bones crack. I felt every sort of pain as I was pulled over the rocks and soil of the england countryside, but I never shouted for aid. Not in a single moment did I think about screaming. Instead, I thought about the good times I had been able to experience.

Being saved by Rollo and Ragnar.

Learning the secret skills of archery.

Growing up with the opportunity to be free.

Being given extra time to live.

Meeting Rollo and Ragnar for a second time after so long and sticking by their sides.

I had been appreciative about those times with whole my heart and I would never regret my decisions. I opened my eyes and the pain stopped. A large golden door was located in the middle of a beautiful landscape and as I approached it peacefully, I could see an huge white wolf resting on the side. Valhalla. The legendary hall of the god Odin. It's was said that the warriors who fall in battle would be taken by Odin to join his host to fight in the final battle of Ragnarök and they hadn't lied. The bright light shone upon me as the door opened and I smiled, knowing I was free at last.

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A/N: Thank you, dear readers, for reading this Fan Fiction. I'm so sorry it had to come to an end like this... but unfortunately I saw no other way. I tried my best to get this fic a proper story, but sadly there was no other possibility. Perhaps I will write another one which will be possible to be a Rollo x Oc or an Ragnar x Oc, but for now... I wanted to say that I  appreciate you all who were willing to read and put their time into this story! ♥️😔

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Chapter 11: Insomnia

For Chapter 10: His Side Or My Own | Part 2 click here

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A tear ran down my cheek as I pressed my lips together and pushed myself out of his personal space, climbing onto my horse, I kicked with my heels into my horses rib cage and off I went, away from the man who I had such a good bond with and I secretly loved while being forced to keep my distance from him because of his marriage with Siggy. Arriving back at my camp, silently crying, I acted like nothing was wrong with me and nodded at Ragnar to confirm the news Arne probably had given him when I was back at Jarl Borg's army. It was War.

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Both warriors standing on opposite sides watched each other how a eagle would watch a mouse. With narrowed eyes and full attention for their prey. I was determined to kill every last one of them assholes, I loved chaos and the evilness war was build on, well, I thought I did until I surveyed Rollo walking to the front with Jarl Borg. My rage couldn't be hidden, but neither could my disappointment and my sadness. Swallowing away my worries and weaknesses, I again took on my positions and inhaled deeply.

"SHIELD-WALL!!" Ragnar screamed from the top off his lungs and the rest of our group followed as they positioned themselves into the shield-wall. The opposite side did the same and Ragnar once again yelled to lead us. "SPEARS!!"

A long silence followed, brothers staring into one another's eyes. "CHARGE!!" Running the same speed as the rest, I quickly and smoothly ran over the dusty floor. I hadn't healed, I didn't even come close to it, but I couldn't back away from this carnage because I wanted it from the beginning and I will fight for it to win even if it meant my death. Pushing a first man onto the ground out of the shield-wall I ripped open his stomach with my ax as he tried to stop me, screaming out loud... and there he was, Rollo, standing right ahead me, gaze meeting gaze, heartbeat matching heartbeat. Raising my ax, he outrun my swing and brought me to my knees.

He knew exactly where my deepest cuts were located on my body, he had saw them the day he had helped me from the Christians, but know it seemed like he was taken advantage of them to get me where he wanted me to be. "I told you to stay out of this!" He screamed at me before lifting up his ax and I rolled over to also bring him to the ground.

"Never!!" I hit him in his throat when he fell on his back, making it harder for him to breath and he took a hold of his throat while another person launched himself at Rollo, pushing me to the side when I tried to stand up again. It seemed like Rollo payed attention to the man who had attacked him after I did and I got away successfully, save behind the shield-wall with Ragnar and Horik. The moment I managed to regain my strength, I noticed it was Floki who had jumped in front of Rollo to help me flee. Floki was kicked to the ground and was lucky to be able to find a shield behind him to protect himself while Rollo swung his weapon at Floki's shield.

I wanted to help, but knew I had to stay behind with Ragnar to kill the men who were brave enough to attack us from the back. I could see someone got to Floki's rescue and together they attacked Rollo who's ax broke in half. The two of them pushed each other through the wall until suddenly Floki, Rollo and Jarl Borg ended up together. Running towards the Shield-wall to help him, I was pulled back and met Ragnar's gaze while surveying his hand that was around my wrist. "Don't!" Was the only word that was thrown my way before I could hear battlecries coming from the other side where Floki would be.

Not being able to hold my focus on the battle, but on Floki's life, relieve washed over me as I noticed that Torstein, Ragnar and Horik dragged Floki away from the moment while Arne took his role in the battle. "NJORUN, HELP FLOKI!!!" Ragnar yelled after me and I nodded as I was handed over the highly wounded Floki. Taking care of Floki as much as I could, I could spot a glimpse of someone in the air and when I turned myself around I placed my bloody hands before my mouth, not being able to believe it. My friend... Arne... screaming while coughing blood, a spear through his chest, lifted into the air by it.

Rollo, the murderer of my friend, threw him to the side and that was the moment Ragnar stepped in front of his brother, immediately the whole crowd became silent when Rollo wasn't able to kill his blood brother and hesitated in surrendering to him. Surrounded by us and Jarl Borg's warriors he fell to his knees before throwing his weapon on the ground, just like he did to Arne, my friend. He didn't even have the courage to look up at us as I marched towards the circle too, groaning in pain, the pain he gave me. Psychical and mental. He had hurt me every way possible. My guardian, now my torturer.