#ubbe lothrbok

[laketaj24]

Vikings’ Characters aging in this poster:

Ubbe: Mid Thirties

Hvitserk: somehow Mid Forties?

Bjorn: Even Fifty

Ivar: Twelve????

😂😂😂😂😂 I’m still excited though, bring my boys back!!!

[taytayize123]

Happy 31st birthday Jordy we love you and how much you love your nephews 🥰❤️

[laketaj24]

Dadddddy

ubbe in 6.20 - the last act

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Road to Christmas Masterlist

If you have requests, want to read something special write me :)

No warnings for these needed. They‘re all just 24 fluffy pieces.

Main Masterlist

✧ • ✭ • ✩ • ✦ ✧ • ✭ • ✩ • ✦

Day 1 (Ivar)

Day 2 (Wanda)

Day 3 (Ubbe)

Day 4 (Steve)

Day 5 (Hvitserk)

Day 6 (Bucky)

Day 7 (Ivar)

Day 8 (Natasha)

Day 9 (Hvitserk)

Day 10 (Wanda)

Day 11 (Bucky)

Day 12 (Ivar)

Day 13 (Thor)

Day 14 (Ubbe)

Day 15 (Steve)

Day 16 (Ivar) (1/2)

Day 17 (Ivar) (2/2)

Day 18 (Ragnarssons)

Day 19 (Hvitserk)

Day 20 (Bucky)

Day 21 (Wanda)

Day 22 (surprise)

Day 23 (Natasha)

Day 24 (All)

[unrelentingxforce]

Rewatching Viking’s for like the 272638263th time because it’s that fucking good

[gardenflowerswriting]

Pretty

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader

Summary: The reader is a princess of foreign land sent by her father to pick and chose one Ragnar son to marry by the end of the month.

Words Count: 2077

Warnings: none, just Ubbe Fluff

A/N: I don't know why but for some reason I can't finish the series Promises with Ivar. I decided I would write for Ubbe and maybe some inspo will come from that, enjoy! This also might turn into a series as well. Gif belongs to: sikanapanele

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     "There they are," your uncle whispered into your ear as you looked at the shore. You took a hard swallow as you saw a group of eager men staring at you.

       "Why must I do this?" You asked, not adjusting your forward stare.

      "Y/N, your father said you must marry at least on of them, it will-"

       You mocked him, "it will help make the alliance stronger," those were the words of your father, it hurt that he would send his youngest to chose and marry a man she had never met within a month.

      "Psht! You must learn to not be so stubborn and maybe one of these men will marry you."

       You turned towards him and smiled, "or they refuse."

       He laughed and shook his head, you felt your aunt come behind you as your uncles smile faded, "stand straight child, your future lies within Kattegat."

       As the ship got closer and closer to the dock, you stood taller and taller. You tried not showing any emotion within your face, maybe if they thought you to be a bitch, they wouldn't marry you. A slender women stepped forward and wrapped her hands around your aunt, "Ingrid, I'm so very happy you came."

       Your aunt stepped away, "Yes well, y/n needed someone who could guide her and her choices."

       The women's eyes fell onto you, "y/n," she gave you a cool smile as the men around you lifted you out of the boat. She stepped forward, "your beauty was talked by many here."

       You took your best guess on who she was, being she greeted you first, "thank you Queen Aslaug, I'm truly blessed by the gods it seems."

       She smiled again then stepped away, "these are my sons." She began to list them off one by one, "Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. They are all eager to meet you." You looked back at the tallest one, he winked at you and you lifted you lips somewhat upward, curving them into a smile.

      Your aunt stepped forward and wrapped her hands around your shoulder, as though you were a child in her arms once more, "Yes, well the meetings must wait I'm afraid. We have had a long journey-"

      The queen interrupted your aunt, "I'm sure, please, my men will show you to your new home and we will have a feast celebrating your arrival. As I said, your beauty has been raved about by many, I'm sure they'll wish to meet their new princess."

       You smiled at her kind words, but when you reached the hut you were meant to stay in, all you aunt could do was talk bad about everything. "Eh, I cannot wait to leave this place, the people wouldn't stop staring at us!"

       Your uncle stepped forward, "dear, we are foreigners in their land, they can't help but stare." The relationship they had never made sense to you. Your uncle was the brother to your father, he was fun and made you laugh. While your aunt seemed to suck all the joy out of you, she raised you, and rather seeing you be a shield maiden, you became a princess. That didn't mean your uncle didn't sneak in and give you a sword or shield of your own, instead of you taking his.

       "Very well, y/n!" You stepped out of the small room you had to yourself, "we are leaving, come along." You followed her and the men that came with you to the hall. You could already hear people talking and laughing within the thick walls.

       When the queens eyes fell on your she smiled and approached you, "y/n, we are all happy you came. Please, we have a seat awaiting you."

        She took you by the hand and rested her other one on your back, your aunt began to speak, "oh she really-" but was cut off by your head disappearing into the crowds of people.

       You took a seat down next to Aslaug, "do you wish to have a drink?" You shook your head, you never drank before, your aunt created a thick list of rules you must follow, and no drinking was one of them. She would have fainted if she saw you drunk. "Very well," she rose, "everyone, may I introduce the future princess of Kattegat," she took your hand and raised you with her, "y/n. We hope she can marry a son of Ragnar Lothrbok and bare all the child the gods will it." You almost fainted at the sound of children, the crowd of people cheered as you sat back down in your chair.

       You could feel eyes on you as you continued your talks with Aslaug, when you looked up, you felt your eyes match with the eldest of Aslaug's children. He smiled then looked away, back to the men he was talking to before. "Y/n!" You face turned to your uncle who rushed towards you.

      "Yes?" You asked, waiting for him to answer."

      "Your aunt wishes to speak with you," you rolled your eyes and got up, you walked past your uncle as he bowed to Aslaug, "Queen," then rushed to your back, "don't be mad."

      "Mad?" You asked, "why would I be mad?"

      But before he could speak, your aunt approached you with Sigurd next to her, "y/n, meet Sigurd."

      "Yes, auntie, I have met him before."

      "Well dear, I wanted to introduce you to."

       She looked as Sigurd and waited for him to speak, "hi," he bowed his head and took your hand.

       You gave a fake smile, "hi." You turned your head towards your aunt, "May I speak with you, alone?"

      She smiled and looked a Sigurd, "well, dear, I thought you would wish to start meeting the sons before."

      You corrected her, "No, I really would wish to speak to you."

       "Oh, okay," she released Sigurd from her grip, "just wait here, we will be back."

      You nodded your head and lead her to the wall, once you saw no one looking you spoke, "what are you doing?"

       She laughed, "I was introducing you, I thought you would wish to start at least speaking with the sons."

      "Yes, I would, but not when I am talking to the Queen of Kattegat, I would rather speak with her about the people and land she rules before I flirt with her children."

      Your uncle was quick to approach the both of you, "honey, I don't know why you would wish to speak to her about that. You are here to marry, not advance your political game."

      You closed your eyes, wanting to scream at her, but your uncle interrupted, thankfully, "can I speak with y/n alone?"

      Your aunt stood in disbelief, "go ahead."

       As he took your hand, he led you outside. The air was cold, but the furs around you made you feel safe. "Y/n, you mustn't pick fights with your aunt, not now at least."

      "Uncle, just because I wish to know more about this land, doesn't mean I don't wish to know about her sons. I would rather speak to the queen herself and see who she feels is best fit for me, not have auntie push the one she likes in my face."

      He patted your hand, "I know, I know, but your father wants to ensure the one you marry is passed through me and your aunt," he laughed, "if it was my choice, I would have just left you on this land and let you find your way," you smiled, "that's the smile I was missing. Now, can we go back to the party and we will allow you to meet the sons yourself."

       You thought to yourself for a moment, "Okay, but I get to meet them myself. Me."

       He raised his hands, "I swear it on the gods."

      You smiled and kissed his cheek, you walked back to the hall, the people still laughed and even began to dance to the music they created themselves. You had never seen such movements, at least not from any kind of prince. You watched as Hvitserk dance with a smaller girl, swinging her in his hands. Your brothers never touched a women like that, only when they wed did they dance like the way these men did. "Care to dance?"

      You turned your head back to see Ubbe, his height compared to yours stuck out. You smiled down at your hands, "I'm afraid I don't know how to."

     "You don't know how to dance?"

      You eyes matched with his, "I've never been taught."

       He nodded his head, and after a while of silence he spoke again, leaning against the post behind you, "I saw you staring at me."

       You turned around to face him, "Really? I thought I saw you staring."

      He shrugged, taking a swig from his cup, "well, you're pretty. . . what's your excuse?"

      You could feel yourself blushing, "I'm afraid I don't have one."

      "Pity, you could have said I'm pretty as well," you laughed, "what? Is it not true?" You continued to laugh as he titled his head, angling it to shine in the firelight.

      "No Prince Ubbe, I would say you are very, very pretty."

     He bowed his head, "Why thank you."

     "You're welcome," you didn't wish for your conversation to stop, so you tried to keep talking, "tell me, what do you think of your brothers?"

      "My brothers?" He asked, you nodded your head. "Come here," he pulled you towards him and made you face the large crowd. He took your finger and began to point them out, "that is Hvitserk, he's nice, but he eats, a lot, so be prepared to cook many meals for him."

     You laughed against his chest, biting your bottom lip,"Okay."

     "That there," you nodded your head to the blonde boy he was pointing towards, he was the one creating the music, " is Sigurd, he can be a bit annoying, but he's a loyal person, he would do everything in his power to ensure you felt loved and I guess safe."

     You nodded your head, "Okay."

     "And him," he pointed to a boy sitting next to the Queen, "that's Ivar. . . I don't know what to tell you. He can be an ass, but he's a clever ass, to clever for anyone here to notice."

      You turned to face him, it was strange to be so close to a male like this, if never happened to you before, "what about you?"

      "Me?" He asked.

      "Yes, tell me about you, are you not one of my contenders?" It was weird to be so easy at flirting, it seemed to come naturally. 

      "What can I say, if you married me, you have chosen very wisely."

      You smiled, "is that right?"

      "Most defiantly," he began to give a cocky smile and wrap his hands around your back. “I woul-

      But right when he did so, you wished he wouldn't have. One of your soldiers appeared behind him and place a small knife to his neck, "release your hands!" He yelled.

      Suddenly all the music stopped and the chatter of people around you cleared, you could feel everyone watching you, seeing what Ubbe did to cause one of your men to place a knife to his throat. You could hear your soldiers around you, pulling their weapons up in prepare for a fight, the Kattegat people did the same, "Let him go!" Your tone seemed rough.

      The soldiers eyes looked confused, "Are you sure princess?"

      "Yes I'm sure!" You grabbed his hand and took the knife from it.

      But people still stared at you, waiting for your call on what they should do, "that is enough of that!" The queen called, "Come on, play the music again." And what seemed to be a matter of moments everyone dropped their weapons and the room filled with the same sounds as before.

     "Y/N!" You saw your aunts head bobbing towards you, she yanked your arm, "Come on, that is enough partying for one night."

      You wanted to apologize to Ubbe, but all you could do was mouth 'I'm sorry' as your aunt dragged you away. He shook his head and smiled, raising his drink in the air to reassure you he was fine.

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😈👀🤤

for @laketaj24

[killmongerdreams]

Bucky invites Ivar to come to the tailgate party the frat is throwing before the school's homecoming football game. They may or may not run into Hvitserk and Ubbe - Sigurd couldn't care less about football.

“Brother!” Bucky can feel Ivar tense up, watching the boy plaster on a fake smile as they turn. Two of Ivar’s older brothers, Ubbe and Hvitserk, are standing there carrying food, wearing twin jerseys with Lothbrok scrawled across the back. Ubbe was the school’s star quarterback while Hvitserk was one of the best linemen the school had to offer. 

“Ubbe, Hvitserk,” Ivar mumbles, clearly uncomfortable. He fights the urge to yank his hand away from Bucky’s when identical pairs of blue eyes landed on their intertwined grip. “Where’s Sigurd?”

“Locked away in his apartment, no doubt.” Hvitserk rolls his eyes. “You know he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about football, even though two of his brothers play.”

“Speaking of which,” Ubbe starts, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t think you were into football, either.”

“Bucky invited me.” Ivar explains. “I’m his…date.”

Both Bucky and Ivar wait in tense silence as the brothers share a look. Eventually, they both grin, shrugging their shoulders at the youngest Lothrbok.

“At least he has a weird name.” Hvitserk says, laughing.

“He’ll fit right in with the rest of the family.” Ubbe adds.

[ao3feed-vikings]

The Watchers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uXCefr

by TiyeTiye

Ivar the Boneless begins his conquest of Ireland and the gods themselves take notice.

Words: 7898, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Ívar beinlausi Rangarsson | Ivar the Boneless, Ivar Lothbrok, Ubbe Lothbrok, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Hvitserk Lothrbok, Hvitserk Ragnarsson, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Ireland, Dublin - Freeform, Viking Age, Viking Invasion, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Alternate Norse Religion & Lore, Christian Character, Archangels, ArchAngel Michael - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uXCefr

[laketaj24]

The bottom one is a insta edit via vikingsofkattegat. But anyway daddy is a mood. Happy day y’all!

[taytayize123]

DYING OF CUTENESS 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Ubbe with a baby goat

@laketaj24 An Ubbe offering for you

[laketaj24]

Every time Ubbe is on the screen I lose my shit 😂 okay! The damn thirst — with his shitty ass storyline. Thirsting hard. Thanks.

Syyy @honestsycrets when you get to him in these gifs.... I want all the tags. 😂

[laketaj24]

What would Ubbe’s wedding night be like?

Author’s Note: Yay!!! An Ubbe request! Saved it for my lunch break!

Ubbe’s Wedding Night: Vikings Era

Ubbe would be patient on wedding night, enjoying the feast with his family and friends, — this is a lie.

Ubbe would pin you against the wall as soon as the feast started

The people would be looking for the Prince and Princess and you’d be flush against the wooden walls riding his face

Ubbe isn’t waiting for anyone to claim what is his. So minutes after the vows you’re already coming

Ubbe would have you flush by the time it was time to return to the table. Legs weak and mind hazed with memories of what just happened

He’s about some public affection so sitting in his lap, a must, his hand would be under your dress kneading at your slick clit readying for a night of sex with your viking

You’d be talking to Aslaug and Ragnar withholding your need to bury his cock deep in you.

When the guest left it’d be over, he’d rip the dress, springing those breast free and his mouth would be all over them

How many rounds can you survive? Three. But he’d push for me coaxing you to get up so he can fill you with his kids,

Ubbe would kiss every inch of you. And he’d say sweet words that were followed by raw acts.

He’d watch you shake for him and then start back over. You’d enjoy this night, and every night after

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[laketaj24]

Heat II

Author’s Note: One week without Vikings, and I’m low critical sad. I planned on writing more than just this for Vikings today, but my wrists are killing me! The first part of this Fic is here Heat I  Taglists and Requests are Open!!! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it!! Warnings: Smut.

He called his home a den, but it seemed nothing like it to you. The home at the foot of the mountain was large and recluse, and you liked it that way. You had no reason to leave the cabin; all you could think about was him. But tonight, Ubbe had plans; he wanted to leave the house take you to a party his brothers were having in the city. You slipped on the red dress and the high heels that made your butt pop and then pulled your hair into a high bun. Ubbe appeared in the doorjamb and watched. “We are to Harald’s place in the city. You’re nearly out of heat, so you will be safe there.” You smiled. You still did not have a clear understanding of the whole world you’d been sucked into; you only understood that you didn’t want to leave his side, that was enough. “This will be fun. What are we to do there?” “Dance, drink,” he paused as a grin covered his face. “Fuck. Leave your panties here; you won’t need them.” He winked. “I need some help.” you bit your lip. Ubbe walked towards you, and his hands slid up your legs and tugged down the red silk panties. They dropped to your ankles, and you stepped out of them. He shoved the panties into his pocket and adjusted your dress. “Let’s go before we never leave.”

Harald’s home was huge, the columns on the front porch towered up three stories. Ubbe knocked once on the door, and Harald was there with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. “Ubbe! You made it.” He glanced over to you, accessing your attire. “With a friend, I see.” “This is Y/N.” Ubbe’s hand wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you over to him. “Hello.” you beamed. “Come in, both of you.” You were not sure what you expected when you entered the home, but there were people packed in from wall to wall. The smell of the alcohol and smoke-filled your nose, and then the hum of the base from the music followed. This was a party, party. Ubbe seemed to be at home as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and left you standing in the foyer. He moved over to his brothers, and the banter between them all started immediately. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? Your eyes searched the room in search of a haven, anywhere, or anyone that could keep you from looking like the fool in the middle of the fucking foyer. “He left you alone?” The familiar voice of Ivar started you. He placed his hand at the nape of your back and appeared beside you. Ivar was the Beta, and his scent riled you like Ubbe’s sometimes, this was one of those times. He smiled and stood in front of you with his hands, now clasped behind his back. “How have you been Y/N?” You had only seen him when in the presence of Ubbe, you didn’t want to be alone with him; there was a sheer chance you would not be able to control yourself. “Well, Ivar.” You sighed in relief at the sight of a familiar face. “How about you?” “Better now.” “Is that so?” “Precisely so.” Ivar moved closer. “My brother taking good care of you?” “Until just now, yes.” “He’s mingling… I suggest you do the same. I will mingle with you if you want?” Ivar’s invitation seemed aimless, and you accepted. You started to walk towards the bar. Your mouth had dried, you could not tell If it was from Ivar or not. He smelt of sandalwood, and something sweet and everything in you liked it, fuck that, loved it. “Do you miss your work?” “Not really.” You admitted. Ivar took the two cups of the drink from the bartender and handed you one. You sipped the fruit drink, tasting the punch of the rum after the first swallow. It was strong, but maybe alcohol was what it was going to take for you to loosen up. It took four drinks, but after that fourth one, you were no stranger to the dancefloor. Your hips moved against Ivar’s, and his hands rested on your waist. It felt comfortable, safe oddly. But you didn’t have time to think about that, you just wanted to feel nothing beneath the green lights of the room and lose everything. Ivar’s hardened cock brushed against your ass, and everything in you told you to back up, but instead, you arched towards him running the line of your ass down his cock. You dress lifted, and he slipped his fingers up your thighs. Not a bystander noticed Ivar’s subtly movements, but you did. He moved with knowledge; he never touched your pussy, only your slick thighs and the lips. “if he ever treats you wrong…” You felt his smile on the back of your neck. “I would love to have you.” There was no answer from you, you could only feel him leave, and Ubbe emerge from nowhere with his eyes locked on you. “Here. Now.” He stood in the kitchen with his arms folded over his chest. Truth be told, you’d rather not. Ivar left you alone to face the wrath of something that he started. He moved his finger for you to come to him once more, and your feet betrayed you. You maneuvered through the crowd with your eyes on him. “There you are.” You smiled. “Wipe that fucking smile from your face.” He growled. The smile was gone. “What? You’re angry.” “I’m angry because my brother’s fingers were up your fucking dress!” he hissed. “Well, I’m fucking angry too. You left me in the middle of the fucking room as if I knew someone here! You left, and I made do with my time.” You folded your arms over your chest. “We can both be mad.” This would be your first fight, but you were no stranger to them. If anything, the strip clubs had taught you it was how to stand your ground and stand your ground you would do. “You think you can talk to me like that?” His brow cocked, he was confused and so were you. “Why the fuck would I not be able to?” Ubbe groaned, his deep voice showed every sign of aggravation. He stared at you for a moment, and the smile covered his face before he pushed you over the counter. “There are several things I will tolerate, but disobedience is not one of them.” His hand clutched your neck. He pushed your straps down onto your shoulders, and suddenly you were bare. The party blared on beside you; the door was even open. “Did you leave your panties at home, ass you were told?” “You took them off.” you scoffed. You acted annoyed, but every part of your body called for him. “Not right here.” you pleaded. “Ubbe.” “It is alpha,” he said. “What you don’t like an audience, Y/N? You allowed Ivar to finger fuck you in front of them. Shut up.” Once again, he gripped your neck and leaned closer to you. “You like my fingers around this pretty neck, don’t you?” You did, you wanted him to choke you harder. “Yes, alpha.” you rubbed your ass on him. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked, to be honest.” He said these things, but the strain of his dick against his jeans fought against him. Ubbe wind his hips against your hips. “This is your last night in heat,” he whispered. “I could have snapped Ivar’s neck and threw him against the wall for even thinking he had the right to touch you.” You snaked your hand to his pants and pulled on the zipped. His dick wanted to be free, and you wanted him to fuck you, so this was an easy fix. Ubbe slapped your hand, and you whined. A literal protest escaped from your lips, and his grip tightened. “You are impatient.” he leaned over you, and you could feel the warmth of his cock. He pulled the head down the line of your ass and then to the wet entrance of your pussy. “You don’t deserve this,” he said before slamming into you. Every time was like the first with him. His teeth grazed the line of your throat, and he began. He knocked you forward to the sink. Your hands held fast to the counter, all while throwing your ass back at him in a circle. “Did you want to fuck Ivar?” “No.” You mewled. “Only you, alpha.” “Say it for him to hear.” Ubbe lifts you from the ground holding your legs in his arm, your back flush against his chest, and his cock still fucking into you madly. “Ivar likes to fucking watch anyway.” And he was right, Ivar stood in the door of the kitchen. He stared directly at your body as your breast bounced every time Ubbe fucked into you. “Beautiful, isn’t she.” Ubbe’s arms pulled your legs higher. “See how pink this pussy is… how wet she is… who is that for Y/N?” “You.” “Who am I?” He pushed you down on his cock, but you could feel his eyes barring into his younger brother. “Alpha.” You screamed as the tingles of pleasure surged through your body. “Fucking right.” The guttural growl shocked you, but you could feel the anger teeming from Ivar. “Get the fuck out, Ivar.”

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[laketaj24]

When he grabbed her by the neck!! It was the only time my heart stopped the whole episode. Grab me daddy. Damn. And that look. Vibes Ubbe. You were throwing vibes.

[laketaj24]

Writing Dark!ubbe smut. It’s Sinday and I must do this properly, okay damn. Also I’m gonna need y’all to not be mad at him. Ivar been stringing people upside down, killing brothers and seeds and shit and y’all love his psycho ass. UBBE IS JUST TIRED OKAY! Hvitserk is annoying. Damn. Okay. I said it. Don’t jump me! 😂

Shoutout @honestsycrets stole your gif 👀🙈😂