#sigtrygrr ivarsson

[aphroditesmoon]

tlk fans anyone interested in stiorra and sigtrygrr fanfics?

[oursoulsareodinsown]

@ivarthebadbitch

““He drew his seax instead and nodded to Sihtric who still guarded Brida. ‘Let her stand.’ Sihtric stepped away. Brida hesitated, then suddenly scrambled to her feet and lunged at Sigtryggr as if trying to snatch the seax from his hand, but he held her at arm’s length with contemptuous ease. ‘You would have blinded my daughter,’ he said bitterly. ‘I would have given her wisdom!’ Sigtryggr held her with his left hand and raised the seax with his right, but Stiorra intervened. She touched his right arm. ‘She’s mine,’ she said. Sigtryggr hesitated, then nodded. ‘She’s yours,’ he agreed. ‘Give her the sword,’ Stiorra said. She still held Wasp-Sting. ‘Give her the sword?’ Sigtryggr asked, frowning. ‘Give it to her,’ Stiorra commanded. ‘Let’s discover who the gods love. Uhtredsdottir or her.’ Sigtryggr held the seax hilt first to Brida. ‘Let’s see who the gods love,’ he agreed.””

— Bernard Cornwell, Warriors of the Storm

[laketaj24]

Ransom: Sigtrygrr

Author’s Note: Backkk to the Last Kingdom writing! I love Sigtrygrr, if you haven’t watched season four this doesn’t have any spoilers, but it just shows a new character that is on the Show! My taglist and requests are open! Happy Sunday and Happy reading!

Requested: Could you write a Sigtryggr imagine where the reader is the chieftain's daughter, and sig kidnaps her for ransom. The reader stays in Sigtrygrr's tent for the night, where she tries to kill him in his sleep. But he wakes up and is unnervingly calm about it, and the two have some sort of chemistry. It could be smutty if you like.

Warnings: None, first part of three part series. Sooooo more to come.

Pairing: Sigtrygrr X Reader

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“If she screams, cut out her tongue. No one is to touch her.” The wild-haired man had a mild voice. It was unsettling. He glanced over at you and smiled. The pristine look of innocence touched his eyes before he gave you a small nod and turned out of the tent. “I will return within the hour.”

It had been a day since the men had stormed your father’s hall and took whatever gold and silver they could get their hands on and then you. It was easier to kidnap and raid when the men were off fighting somewhere, cowards. You sat in the corner eyeing the place for weapons; like most Danes, there was bound to be one lying around here. Nothing. You pushed aside the furs searching for anything, and finally, a small dagger fell onto the floor. Quickly you tucked the leather holster into your shirt.  They’d already searched you, the chances of it happening again were slim.

Minutes faded into hours, or at least it felt like once your eyes started to grow weary. You closed your eyes and covered yourself in blankets, and slept sitting up, prepared for whatever they may try.

“Let me see the little bastard.” The slurred voice from outside of the tent boomed.

And now it started, the drunken state of men was sure to make your life a miserable hell, but you didn’t hide, you welcomed the intruder. You’d cut his tongue out and throw it in the face of that asshole who’d threatened you earlier. The tent opened, and the cool breeze brushed in.

“Lie down, you whore.” His face was disgruntled, brow furrowed and eyes glassed over. “Or squirm if you like… I like my women to have some fight in them.” The barrage of chuckles from outside the tent only made your heart beat harder. His belt fell to the floor, and the wool pants he wore started to slip. There he was almost naked from the waist down, and you had no fear. You’d just kill the asshole, and if he took your life, then the valkyries were sure to lead you to the gates of Valhalla.

“Do not touch me. I am Magnusdottir.” He stepped towards you, and you just watched, waited for him to make his move.

“Shut up.” He laughed.

He moved closer to you, and the smell of ale and woods hit your nose. Your stomach riled. You clutched the thick string of the necklace around your throat, Thor’s hammer Mjollnir was given to you by your father when you were younger. He claimed it was carved by Ragnar Lothbrok, it was there for protection. “Allfather,” You whispered. “Give me the strength.”

The spatter of blood hit your face before the drunken man fell back, gurgling his blood. “My instructions were simple.”

“Sigtryggr.” He growled, rolling to his side, cupping the blood that dripped from his mouth. He stood on wavering legs.

“Get some sleep.” Sigtrygrr pulled the chair close to you and took his seat. “Now, Leidolf.”

Leidolf left staggering, and you looked up to your captor. “I am not afraid of you.”

“Of course you are,” He chuckled, poured water into the curved horn, and handed it to you. “Drink.”

You didn’t deny the water, your throat ached from all the screaming earlier in the day. The cool water hit the back of your throat, and you breathed deep before gulping down more. Then your stomach rumbled, you hadn’t eaten in nearly a day.

“You can eat after we talk.” He crossed his legs. “Do you know who I am?”

“I do not.”

“I am Sigtrygrr.” Sigtrygrr placed his large hands on his chest.

“Spare me the introductions.” Upon hearing his name, you knew him, and you knew all about his glorious victories on the battlefield. Sigtrygrr was young and revered throughout Irland and Denmark. But in England he was a no one. He had to make his mark here. This was why he had taken you, a first step into establishing who he was while gaining a stronger following. You were a chest piece.

“And you are Y/N, daughter of the richest and without a doubt the most traitorous man of our people.”

“My father is not treacherous.” He did not interrupt you, he just stared attentively as you continued to talk. “My father has fought in his battles! He wants what is best for his family.”

Nothing. Sigtrygrr smiled, and the silence filled the room. “What do you want for me?” The silence in the closed area made it easy for him to hear the protests of your empty stomach.

“I want nothing from you; I only wish to broker a trader with your father.” He clapped his hands. “Leidolf, bring her some food. Her stomach continues to talk louder in this conversation than either of us.”

You scoffed. “I’d rather eat at home.”

“Or you can starve?”

“Fine.”

He took the plate from Liedolf and handed it to you. And you scarfed down the food, satisfied with the portions that he gave you. “Tell me about North Umbria?”

“I know nothing of it.”

“Your father conquered more than half of its lands. I know you know of it.” He perched back in the chair, raising the front legs from the ground. “I like conversing, so if you were honest with me, this would flow better.”

“It seems that you know more than enough.”

“Fine, we don’t have to talk. Sleep.” In a fluid motion, he took the plate and tossed it outside.  “Tomorrow, your father is likely to arrive, and then we can decide which limb to toss to him.” He smiled and laid back on the pallet of blankets. “Sleep well.”

 It didn’t take much time for Sigtrygrr to find sleep, the soft snores came from him within an hour. The darkness had swept over the camp. From the shadows, you could see the two guards at the entrance. Sigtrygrr was trusting or dumb. The sword at the side of the bed could easily be used to impale him while he slept. You cared less if he was polite or not, you wanted to return home.

Climbing onto the pallet, you moved stealthily, avoiding contact with him until you were over him with the steel of the dagger pressed to the nape of his neck. His eyes opened, not shocked, frightened, or even nervous. His eyes appeared welcoming. “This knife belonged to my father.” He whispered. “With it, he cut the eyes out of 100 Saxons and fed them to the ravens.” Sigtrygrr cleared his throat. “He said their eyes were not worthy of him, arrogant and confident he returned the heads to King Ecbert… and screamed at his gates for a worthy adversary.”

“I prefer not to hear the old tales of your father.”

“Well,” He easily pushed your hand from his neck. “If you were to kill me… I’d be disappointed you chose this dagger to do it. I am a worthy adversary of your father… this death would be unfair.” He said with a smirk. He reached for the weighted sword and handed it to you. “Here you are.”

It wasn’t fair; even with no weapon, Sigtrygrr had found a way to win a quarrel. You tossed the sword to the ground. “I do not think you honorable.”

“Good, that surely was not my intention.”

“Why are you doing this? Ambition, fame? Neither is worth it.”

“A man with no ambition hasn’t a right to be called a man at all. Now, if you’re antics are of Magnusdottir. I’d like to sleep.”

Even in the darkness, you could see the grin on his face. The youthfulness of Sigtrygrr was only in looks, his intellect gave him years of advantages you’d never seen.

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[laketaj24]

Ma'm can we be blessed with some cute ass interaction between Ivar and Sigtryggr please??? 🥺 It can be anything, with Sig as a newborn, a toddler or as a grown lad (12 was the age they were considered fully grown at that time if I'm not wrong)

Author’s Note: I wrote this little drabble! It has Baldr in it too, I know he;s a fictional son but I really would have loved to see that story line play out differently. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Coddled

Ivar hated watching toddlers learn to walk, especially Sigtrygrr. Each time he fell, Ivar winced and refused to look. The wild-haired toddler never knew when to stop, even after toppling off the throne he bounced up with a few tears and attempted to climb back up before Ivar scooped him up by one arm. “Sigtrygrr.” He rolled his eyes. “You cannot sit on the throne just yet.” Ivar grinned devilishly and pecked his son's head. “It is not your time.”

You watched in your seat with Baldr at your side. Ivar was a doting father, over-attentive at times, but perhaps it was how he was used to being treated when he was younger. He sat Sigtrygrr back on the floor, and again he stood up and swayed, catching his balance for a moment. He reached for Ivar, who had moved across the room. “Come to me.” He spoke plainly. Ivar was not able to bend down, so he leaned overusing the support of his cane. “Come on.”

“Look, he’s walking.” Baldr pointed. His dark hair curtained his eyes, but those eyes were identical to Ivar’s, stark blue, and all telling.

Ivar watched Sigtrygrr bounce before taking one uneasy step. “Look at him.” Sigtrygrr took two more unsure steps, and then he was off, shakily running to his father with a grin on his face that matched Ivar’s. He giggled when his father took him from the ground and planted a wet kiss on his jaw. “Good job, my boy.”

“You’ll spoil him.” You complained once he sat down. Sigtrygrr was in his lap, clinging to him as he always did.

“They are both to be spoiled, they are Ivarssons.” he scoffed. “I conquered the world for them... they’ll enjoy it.”

“And here I thought you would never coddle him like your mother did you. You said it made you weak.”

“I am not weak.” Ivar rolled his eyes. “I am the strongest son of Ragnar Lothbrok, and I am not coddling them. They love their father.” he smiled. “Right, Baldr.”

“Right.” He beamed, joining Ivar and Sigtrygrr. “He is a good father.”

It was strange having them take Ivar’s side, even little Sigtrygrr was enamored by his glorified Viking of a father, but it didn’t bother you. “You are right, husband, when your precious son wakes you in the dead of night again do not place him on my chest.”

He laughed. “Your mother seeks to punish me.” Ivar sat Sigtrygrr on the ground.

“I do no such thing, just know you’ll coddle him right through the night if you spoil him.”

“Baldr was just as spoiled.”

“And now he sleeps at our bed at six.” You didn’t mind it one bit, Baldr had grown too fast for you liking and now more than ever you wished he was small again.

“On your side of the bed.” Ivar chuckled. “Get your sword, there is training to do.”

“It is raining,” Baldr whined.

“And you think Vikings do not fight battles in the rain?” He tapped his shoulder. “Get your sword, Baldr Ivarsson. Smile about it.” He smirked. “The rain is here to help make you stronger. Because of the rain, the crops will grow, you can eat and become a strong man. Move.”

“If he gets sick.” You mumbled.

“You coddle Baldr,” Ivar whispered. “So, it appears both of our children are spoiled.”

[laketaj24]

Idk if you are still doing dirty secrets & ships but my ass has had several NSFW blogs all with full on *faceless* nudes and a couple with my fave toys cumming out to play one blog had a large following until tumblr deactivated it my most like photo was whewwwww and involved an extremely life-like dildo if you are doing ships hit me with some of them TLK

Ohhhh okay yess ma’am!!! You better work, I admire it!!

I ship you with sigtrygrr!!! Infatuated with a shieldmaiden who bewitches men with no face but is the desire of every Dane! Yes!! Yes ma’am!

[laketaj24]

Okay... I need a sigtrygrr request 👀👀👀

[laketaj24]

I got more Sigtrygrr requests!!! I’m in heaven 🙌🏾❤️🥰

[whenimaunicorn]

Ooh this is such a cool start! I'm ready for the negotiations!!!

Ransom: Sigtrygrr

Author’s Note: Backkk to the Last Kingdom writing! I love Sigtrygrr, if you haven’t watched season four this doesn’t have any spoilers, but it just shows a new character that is on the Show! My taglist and requests are open! Happy Sunday and Happy reading!

Requested: Could you write a Sigtryggr imagine where the reader is the chieftain’s daughter, and sig kidnaps her for ransom. The reader stays in Sigtrygrr’s tent for the night, where she tries to kill him in his sleep. But he wakes up and is unnervingly calm about it, and the two have some sort of chemistry. It could be smutty if you like.

Warnings: None, first part of three part series. Sooooo more to come.

Pairing: Sigtrygrr X Reader

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[ceridwenofwales]

OMG! That reminds me so much of the funny banter between Gisla and Rollo and I'm nostalgic. It's even better because he can understand her words. 🤣🤣🤣

"I'd rather eat at home."

"Or you can starve?"

"Now, if your antics are of Magnusdottir, I'd like to sleep."

As smug as his father.🤣🤣

Here @ivarinleatherpants!

Ransom: Sigtrygrr

Author’s Note: Backkk to the Last Kingdom writing! I love Sigtrygrr, if you haven’t watched season four this doesn’t have any spoilers, but it just shows a new character that is on the Show! My taglist and requests are open! Happy Sunday and Happy reading!

Requested: Could you write a Sigtryggr imagine where the reader is the chieftain’s daughter, and sig kidnaps her for ransom. The reader stays in Sigtrygrr’s tent for the night, where she tries to kill him in his sleep. But he wakes up and is unnervingly calm about it, and the two have some sort of chemistry. It could be smutty if you like.

Warnings: None, first part of three part series. Sooooo more to come.

Pairing: Sigtrygrr X Reader

The Last Kingdom Masterlist

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