#ubbe ragnarson x y/n

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Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"

[vikingsarememes]

Of Broken Rabbits - Part 2

Previous part

Characters: Ivar “the Boneless” Ragnarsson x Reader, Ubbe Ragnarson

Summary: You are still locked in your chamber, Ubbe visits you to convince you to survive, and eventually you were convinced, and Ivar, well, he is trying to be kinder

Word count: 1251

Warnings: mention of abuse and bickering

A/N: none

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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The day had passed, all of the maidens’ attempts to convince you to accept Ivar’s offer failed, you felt yourself grow weaker within the hour, too tired to lift a limp, the day became two and two became three, that’s when you had an unfamiliar visitor, Ubbe, you recognized him from the doomed wedding “Y/N, you look awful” he had told you, you glared at him weakly “what are you doing to yourself? Is this really how you wish to pass?” you nodded “Freyja will have mercy on me” you replied, he laughed “Freyja couldn’t care less about her subjects, otherwise, Ivar would’ve been different” 

You looked at him with teary eyes, you were about to cry if you weren’t too dehydrated and tired “look, Ivar… he has a unique way of showing his feelings, one minute he is the sweetest, the second he wants to burn everyone alive, don’t allow yourself to die a meaningless death because of his tantrum” you didn’t say a word “what is it that he wanted anyways? For you to look nice and eat with him? You can do it, live another day to fight another fight”

His words  made sense, the closer death is, the more you realized, if you die, then it is another girl who will fall a victim of his “bring her mead” he requested from the maidens who obeyed immediately, he took the jar and placed it near your mouth “drink, believe me, this act of bravery is not worth it” 

Spiteful, you drank the mead, emptied the jar, Ubbe smiled at you, he got up and looked at the maidens “help the queen into a gown, she will be dining with us tonight” they obeyed, and you allowed them to dress you and fix your looks, the problem was not you, your death would’ve been meaningless, the problem was your husband, his death would mean something, a better life for the people of Kattegat and ensuring that no woman or maiden will go through his cruelty again.

When you entered the great hall with Ubbe by your arm, guiding you to your rightful seat, all eyes were focused on you, especially Ivar’s, his feelings were mixed between relief and anger “look, my beautiful bride is feeling better” he exclaimed, people cheered, once you were seated, the food rushed to you, of all kinds, drinks as well, Ivar remained quiet.

The night went smoothly, few cheered for you getting better, you guessed Ragnarsons told them that you fell ill, Ivar tried to keep his distance as much as possible besides a few stairs, mainly to make sure that you are still alive, you remained quiet aside from sharing pleasantries with the people of Kattegat.

Returning to your room, you felt your heart clenching, unsure of his reaction, he limped to the bed and took off his braces, and rested his feet on the mattress, you saw the pained expressions on his face, you undressed yourself and re-changed to your nightgown then laid on your side of the bed, ignoring his existence, however, gods had different plans.

“I’m glad you didn’t die out of stupidity” he mumbled, his eyes forward, looking at the fire “you are so stubborn, it is tiring! Why can’t you just accept our lives the way it is?” you scoffed and turned to face him “life? What life? You don’t talk to me, you hit me and we are not even wedded for a month, you stole me from me from my village and you starved me to death!” 

The king rolled his eyes “in my defense, you starved yourself and disobeyed me” you looked at him angrily “I’m supposed to be your wife, not your subject! You supposed to respect me, care about my wellbeing, I’m supposed to be your wife” he furrowed his eyebrows “I respect you, I never humiliated you in front of anyone, I always praise you in your presence, and it’s not like you respect or care about me!” 

The man was getting on every nerve you have, you couldn’t hold back your tongue “are you fucking kidding me? I literally tried to be kind to you and I was met with a don’t tell anyone what happens in the  bedroom, I tried to care for your wellbeing and you hit me! Tell me, what respect can remain with actions like this?” you snapped “I apologized!” he snapped back “saying you are sorry is one thing and meaning it is another!” you attacked back “gods I wish I never met you!” he groaned, shifting to his side of the bed, giving you his back “oh believe me it’s the most mutual feeling we have” you did the same.

You tried to sleep that night but you couldn’t, you kept shifting on the bed, uneven from the days you laid still and waited for your death, Ivar was sensing every movement, it was no surprise when he groaned and sat, glaring at you “woman enough!” he demanded, you rolled your eyes “i’m trying to sleep, not my fault” he rolled his eyes “of course, nothing is ever your fault” he said sarcastically, you wished you had a dagger next to you to stab him right there.

You didn’t reply, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and laid down, his attention focused on the ceiling, quiet, for a minute or so “I’m sorry, I’ve been treating you roughly, when I’m mad I don’t see what’s in front of me” he mumbled, you shifted and looked at him “almost sincere” he frowned “it is sincere!” it was, you could feel it, you simply didn’t want to let it go that easily.

He shifted to look at you instead of the ceiling “let’s start over, pretend the last month never happened” you hesitated “I will be kinder to you, I will be a better husband” your hesitation grew, but those piercing blue eyes were making it difficult for you to remain mad at him, you still wanted him dead, but you wanted to believe that he had more to him aside from being a complete psychopathic king.

You sighed and nodded, he offered a gentle smile “thank you Y/N” you didn’t reply “let us spend some time tomorrow, just the two of us, we can do whatever you wish” you wanted to list things you wanted to do, like walking in the fields, swimming in the rivers, playing with the children, but you knew none of these activities was an option anymore, not with your so called husband at least, you thought for a moment “we can go to that farm I saw across from here, with the small abandoned house, we can spend the day there together” he nodded “I will send the servants to prepare it for us at once” you shook your head “let us not, you are the one who said we should do as I wish, and I wish for us to be alone and uninterrupted”

He raised an eyebrow at you “you are a queen, you shouldn’t do mundane chorus like cooking and cleaning” you shrugged “for tomorrow, I’m not a queen and you are not a king, we are a man and a woman” it took him a minute but eventually he was convinced, you grinned, perhaps, away from the flashiness of a ruler’s life, a different side of your husband will appear, a side that made Freyja certain of the wellness of this match.

[thepaperpanda]

Brothers || Ragnarsons x sister!reader

Summary: Your brothers can be a little overprotective towards their little sister

Warnings: None

Words: 3249

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Ragnar's return caused quite a stir among people of Kattegat.

When the news came to your ears, you had been hunting outside but you quickly went back to the settlement.

Mob was chanting Ragnar's name on and on, gathering in the main square.

As you spotted your older brothers lined in one place, you pushed yourself to get to them.

Bjørn wasn't happy with Ragnar's return yet he knew one day this had to happen.

He had so many questions to ask, so much bitterness and spite grew within his soul for the years when his father was gone.

Ubbe grabbed you tightly by the waist as soon as you pushed through them so you won't just run to Ragnar like nothing ever happened. "Slow down, little one," he said, stopping you in the place.

Ragnar smiled at his sons and daughter. "So, this is how it's gonna be? You will just pretend you see someone less important than all?" He frowned looking at you all for a moment longer before pulling out his sword and walking closer to Hvitserk. "So, maybe one of you should kill me to claim the title?!,” Raganr roared and Hvitserk flinched, looking at his siblings.

Bjørn was standing in the crowd, not manifesting his presence yet, it was too early, and on the other hand he was willing to see what would happen.

Ivar, who finally managed to crawl to the place his siblings gathered at, raised his chin up, fixing his blue eyes on his father.

You were tugging onto your loose blouse, a part of your hunting attire. Too many thoughts were spinning around your head at the moment, but you couldn't deny you did miss the father.

Ragnar smiled as he plunged his sword into the ground. "Come on! Who wants to be a king?!," He challenged one more time, waiting for any reaction.

Ivar looked at Hvitserk and Sigurd as he was between them. Then his glance moved back to Ragnar; the young man didn't blink.

You also were paralyzed with fear and anxiety as your father raised his tone.

"Just keep her in place," Ubbe muttered to Hvitserk as he let go of you to walk out to the front, ready to fight his father.

Hvitserk gave you a reassuring smile as he moved a little closer to you.

Ragnar looked at him and smiled, it was brave to stand against your own father. Soon, Ubbe was pulled into a tight hug by his father.

Both of them laughed softly and Ragnar gestured for the rest of you to come closer as well.

You were the first one to jolt towards your father. You simply pushed Ubbe aside and wrapped your arms around Ragnar's neck, climbing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek. "Dad! I was longing for you!"

Ivar crawled towards his father as well, being left behind Sigurd and Hvitserk. He waited patiently for Ragnar to notice him.

Ragnar chuckled as he hugged you tightly than looked at you and Ivar proudly. "Look at you two, my youngest children. My twins. I missed you all. You look like a princess and you grew up a lot," Ragnar said, placing a hand on Ivar's hair.

"Well he for sure didn't get any taller," Hvitserk muttered to Ubbe and both laughed quietly.

You simply aimed a blow at Hvitserk should. "Quit it, both of you!"

Ivar closed eyes, enjoying the touch of his father's hand. "Been a lot of time, dad," he said finally. "I always knew sooner or later you'll come back to us."

This was the moment Bjørn decided to join. He pushed between two huge men and crossed arms over his chest as his glance met Ragnar's. "Why did you come back?"

"Hey! Don't hit me," Hvitserk muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

"What? Our princess hit you too hard?," Ubbe teased his brother but they both went quiet when they saw Bjørn approaching.

Ragnar patted Ivar's shoulder and got up to look at the oldest son. "I wanted to see my children, I missed you all and I missed our home."

"You went away years ago. You didn't care to let us know whether you were alive and now you suddenly pop up here, expecting everyone to fill into your arms? Everything had changed, father," Bjørn said. "What's your real purpose?"

Ragnar sighed, opening his arms slightly with a little shrug. "No real purpose. I just wanted to see my kids all grown up, strong, beautiful."

"Bjørn, leave him. Maybe he really changed," Ubbe said shortly.

"The truth is we all kinda missed him. No matter what he is still our father," Hvitserk quickly added.

Bjørn scoffed, turned around and left, vanishing in the crowd.

You grabbed your father's hand and squeezed it. "I bet you're tired and hungry. Come with us, you need a meal."

Ragnar cringed a little, he didn't want to go but against himself he nodded, following you. "A good warm meal would be wonderful, my dear," he said.

Ubbe and Hvitserk picked up Ivar.

"Come on, little brother. We don't want you to get lost on the way to the Great hall," Ubbe joked.

Ivar grinned wryly but let his older brothers help him back to their home.

Once you got inside, you immediately shifted a chair for Ragnar. "Ubbe, pass me the chalice with wine," you asked Ragnar's eldest. "Shall I bring mother?"

Ubbe set Ivar in his seat and patted his brother's hair before looking at you. "Since when are you the one giving orders?," He asked with a frown.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and passed you the chalice. "Here, sister," he said and sat down.

Ragnar licked his lips and shook his head. "No, No... No need to bother your dearest mother. I will find her myself later," he assured.

You simply patted father's head and kissed top of it. "Your wish is my command, dad." You pretended you didn't hear Ubbe's comment aimed at you and thanked Hvitserk politely for complying.

Sigurd brought a spoon and a clean bowl for Ragnar. "Here."

Ragnar nodded his head and took the plate. Soon he started to eat.

Everyone was quiet just looking between each other and their father. No one knew what to say.

"So, dad, where have you been for all this time?," You asked simply, offering chalices with wine to your brothers.

"I traveled and I lived in the mountains. I also had a lot of stuff to rethink, everything that happened in my life so far," Ragnar explained. "I saw many beautiful places."

"What places had you seen, father?," Ivar asked, curiosity in his low tone as he propped head on hands rested on the table counter.

Ragnar was quiet for a moment, chewing on his food. He took a sip of his wine. "I visited a place so high that I could touch the northern lights by my own and lakes so deep that monsters lived in them.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at each other and laughed quietly.

Ivar completely sunk into his father's stories. When his brothers laughed, he grabbed the nearest knife and threw it into Ubbe's direction. "Shut up! I'm listening to dad! If you're not interested then just leave and go fuck your Margareth!"

You blinked, being totally taken aback by your twin's behavior. "I suggest everyone cool down."

Ubbe took the knife that got stuck right next to his head and angrily plunged it into the table.. "I at least can go to her and fuck her, cripple," he snarled and retuened to his seat. "Those wonderful places sound just like a child stories mother told us to make us go to sleep sooner."

"Ubbe!," You raised your tone and got up from your place, narrowing your brows. "It doesn't mean that father is lying to us. We all heard stories told by Harbard as well. They were more impossible yet everyone believed in them."

Ubbe chuckled. "Harbard was just like our father. Coming and leaving as he pleased, filling our heads with stories," eldest Ragnar’s son rolled his eyes. ”But what do we know? All those men cared about was the cripple  and women cunts, Sigurd knew it by himself, Y/N."

Ragnar watched the fighting between his children. "I really don't think it's a right time to fight, children. We should be happy we are back together again."

You looked at your older brother with a sad glance. "Oh, how skilled you are in killing the atmosphere. You got the worst of mother," you grunted and got up. "Stop looking at simple things and at least try to look beyond, Ubbe," you snapped before you left the chamber.

Ivar put his forehead on his hands. "Congratulations, brother, you made her little inner monster going."

"Whatever you say, brother,” Ubbe rolled his eyes. "Do you know where I can find Ole? The boy that is sniffing around Y/N?," Ubbe asked simply, smoothly changing the topic.

"Docks or stable," Ivar replied.

"Why do you want to meet him?," Sigurd asked.

"Well, he is sniffing around our sister. I am going to make sure he doesn't get under her skirt too quickly, I heard he likes to treat girls like toys," Ubbe pointed at Sigurd and Hvitserk. "You two are going to help me. First we will go to docks and to stables later. Move your asses," Ubbe ordered.

"I better go to make sure he won’t kill the poor boy," Hvitserk commented and quickly got up from his seat to follow his brother.

"Wait! Ubbe, wait! What with me?!," Ivar screamed after his brothers.

Ubbe stopped and nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Right, she is your twin after all." Ubbe himself with Sigurd returned for Ivar. "Come on, we are going to scare him a little," he said, picking his brother up.

Ragnar just sat there, enjoying the food and drink. "At least they somehow look for each other," he muttered.

Ivar growled when Ubbe and Sigurd helped him up. I can easily make him cry."

Hvitserk laughed and nodded. "Sure, sure. We will see that soon."

Boys checked the docks first but Ole wasn't there so they went to stables. The boy was there flirting with some stable girl who definitely wasn't you.

".... Your hair, sweetie," Ole said to the girl while playing with the loose strand of her hair. "So pretty. I can have a use for you!"

Boys watched him from far away.

"I told you," Ubbe said pointing at Ole.

After a few more minutes of sweet talk they decided to step in. They sat Ivar on the nearest barrel and walked closer to Ole. Ubbe casually wrapped arm around the boy and smiled at him. "Oh, will you, friend? I wonder what use? The same as for our sister?," He hummed with amusement. "Frida, you can go now. I'll see you later,"

Frida gave all men a sweet smile and quickly ran away.

"So what will we do with him, brother?,” Hvitserk asked, looking at his siblings.

Ole raised his hands up in the air, shaking his head strongly. "It's not like you think. We were speaking of a raid! I wanted to train her for a shield maiden, she's pretty good at stuff!"

Ivar, who still was sitting at the barrel, chuckled darkly and looked around. "You're digging yourself a grave, friend."

"Yes. Frida is not a shield maiden material. Trust me, I deeply checked it many times," Ubbe patted Ole's shoulder. "But she is good at stuff, riding is her best."

Others chuckled.

"Do you think our sister is a toy? That you can play and throw away?," Hvitserk asked with a frown.

"You can do nothing against me. Y/N is madly in love with me. She's silly enough to think she's the number one for me. And oh, she moans my name lovely when I kiss her neck!"

Ivar had enough. He rolled off the barrel and crawled quickly to the other man. He pulled a dagger out of his boot and cut the man's ankle a few times.

Ole fell down on the hey.

Other brothers didn't react much, they just looked at Ole.

"Maybe after ankles we should cut him manhood?," Hvitserk asked with a smile. "Maybe he will learn that playing with few women at the time may be dangerous?"

Ubbe crouched next to the boy and looked at Ivar. "What do you think brother? How does this idea sound?," He asked and then his gaze moved to Ole. "We could easily do that."

"Take his pants off," Ivar said in a low tone. "I'll cut this little thing off."

"What do you say to that idea, Ole?," Hvitserk asked with a nasty smile, crossing arms over his chest.

Ole was already crying. His body trembled with every loud sob.

Suddenly Ragnarssons could hear a loud grunt. As they turned to see the source, they spotted Bjørn, who stood next to them with arms crossed over his chest. "What the fuck, guys?"

"Taking care of the trash,” Ivar shrugged, playing with his dagger.

"We are teaching him a lesson," Hvitserk said proudly.

"He thinks he can tell our little sister that she is his only one. When he is involved with most girls in Kattegat," Ubbe explained quickly. "We decided to show him to not fuck with Ragnar's daughter.”

Bjørn listened to their explanation. "I see. But violence is not a solution to any problem."

Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. "Do you think that asking him nicely to stop cheating on our sister would help, brother?"

Ubbe and Ivar rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, you're the most intelligent one among all of our people," Bjørn scoffed and observed the situation.

"Then what do you suggest, Bjørn Ironside,” Ubbe asked in a mocking tone. "You will just let him play with our little sister? Break her heart, over and over again?”

"No," he replied. "Exile. That's what awaits him now," Bjørn looked down at the man on the hay.

Brothers looked between each other and nodded slowly.

"I like the idea, we will free our little sister and other girls from him. Guess it's your lucky day, Ole! You will keep your sad, little cock."

Bjørn gestured at Hvitserk so his stepbrother picked Ole up. "Lead him outside settlement. Confiscate all of his weapons and let him go."

"With a pleasure brother!," He said and followed the order.

The evening came quickly.

Ragnar was long gone, which didn't surprise boys at all. It only made Ivar kinda disappointed.

Boy sat around the big table just eating supper, drinking while joking and sharing some stories about women and other topics.

All conversations died when you stormed inside crying and yelling at them.

Because of your shaken state no one really understood what you were on about.

"Y/N! What is wrong? Why are you screaming at us suddenly?," Ubbe asked with a frown.

You sat in the corner of the room, grabbing a blanket from the armchair before. You pulled it over your figure and sobbed loudly. "I hate you. All of you! Why did you do this to me?! My Ole! My Ole is gone! It's all your fault! People told me!"

All the boys groaned annoyed with your reaction.

They didn't do it to hurt you in any way, they did it to protect you.

"Y/N. There is a lot you didn't know about Ole. He fucked half of Kattegat behind your back, just to tell you later you are the only one," Ubbe said, looking at you.

"Yes. When we found him in stables he was flirting with other girl and he openly told us that he fuck others behind your back," Hvitserk added quickly to back up his brother.

Ivar was the only one who decided to approach you. With a lot of difficulties he got off his chair and rolled to his stomach so he could crawl towards you.

Once he did, he poked your knee to catch your attention. "He was bad and Gods my witnesses that I'd cut him all open but they stopped me."

You looked down at Ivar and let huge tears still roll down your red cheeks.

Ivar laid on his stomach and reached his hand out, and as gently as possible he wiped the tears off your cheek with the top of his palm. "Don't cry, sister, you're too beautiful to be all sad. He's gone but you deserved far more than that."

Others followed Ivar, they all sat close to you.

"Ivar is right, sister. You are beautiful and you deserved a man that would love only you. No other woman on the side," Hvitserk said softly, giving you a friendly smile. "And Ole wasn't this kind of the man."

"You may think we did this because we are assholes but this is not true, Y/N,” Ubbe said, wrapping arm around you. "You are our little sister and we won't let some idiot to break your heart."

Sigurd crouched next to Ubbe. "Even if I hate to break it to you, sister, that man was not worth anything but exile."

Bjørn, who came to speak with Ubbe, stopped at the threshold of the Great Hall, observing the scene. Even if you weren't his biological sister, he always cared for you just like he cared for his step brothers.

You reached hand to Ivar and placed it to his cheek, gently grazing his skin. "Thank you," you gasped loudly.

They all smiled and hugged you tightly, happy that their little sister wasn't that angry about it all.

"You can be sure we'll scare away anyone who tries to hurt you in any way possible. That's what brothers are for. Even your cripple twin,” Ubbe teased, ruffling Ivar's hair.

Ivar offered his elder brother a smug smirk. "You would not survive without me for a single day."

You couldn't help but chuckled and knelt, trying to hug all of them.

Ivar moved closer and wrapped arm around your leg.

Bjørn who caught your glance nodded at you. "Family reunion."

"Yes, but we are missing one brother. Come here, throwing that trash out was your idea after all. Without you he would be dead now," Ubbe said.

Bjørn smiled and came closer. He shared a hug with everyone except you. When other men shifted aside, including Ivar who also grunted unhappily, Bjørn helped you up and picked you up. "Even if you're only a step sister to me, I want you to be safe and happy."

"How about we eat something now? Eat and drink! The anger and crying had to drain you," Hvitserk offered happily.

"And later we can find her a good man among warriors," Ubbe joked.

You cringed. "No, thank you. I already have a very important man by my side," you claimed and when Bjørn put you down, you knelt and shared a long and string hug with Ivar. "My lovely, handsome twin-brother."

Sigurd chuckled darkly. "What about us, little one?! We're also handsome!"

"And lovely!,” Hvitserk whined.

"And we take care of you," Ubbe added.

Bjørn poked Ubbe's shoulder. "They're twins. They have a stronger relation, it's normal. And, well, Y/N is right, Ivar’s the most handsome of you all."

Ubbe gasped and pushed Bjørn's shoulder. "Shit up, Ironside."

Bjørn only ruffled Ubbe's hair, making it fully messy at the top of man's head. "We're family. Children of legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. This is what counts."

[cairparavei]

leaving | ubbe (vikings)

pairing: ubbe lothbrok x f!reader

word count: 1k

requested by @lauwrite1225​

“This one is dead”, you overheard someone say, rushing over to Torvi’s children right away.

“Stop scaring the kids, Margrethe”, you said firmly, and she left, looking like she just saw a ghost.

You kneeled to be at the children’s height, whispering to them that everything would be alright, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t going to turn out like that.

You were in the middle of a civil war; Ivar and Bjorn’s armies were fighting against each other for Kattegat, your home since you were born. You were raised by farmers, and eventually became one, until you met Ubbe, son of Ragnar, and your life took a turn for the best.

It all started when he first raided England as a warrior to avenge his father. The thought of him never coming back to Kattegat, and to you, seemed to be too much for him, and he ended up confessing his love for you right before he was about to board the ship that would take him to England:

“I want you to marry me”, he said, holding you close.

“Come back safe and successful from England, and maybe I’ll think about it”, you laughed softly, knowing for sure deep in your heart that they would be back safe and sound.

You were a few years younger than him, and being son of a King, he always had more of a better life that you did, but that didn’t change his humble soul a bit. Whenever you told him you were hungry, he brought you food from the King’s hall; whenever he travelled with his father and brothers, he always brought back something for you. These kind of details were the ones that made you fall in love with him at last.

“I can’t leave with an answer like that”, he answered, smiling, “Promise me that you will wait for me. I won’t be gone for long but I cannot trust a single one of these motherfuckers to make a move on you”

“I promise”, you said, kissing him right after.

Seeming satisfied enough, he walked to the boat where his brothers and soldiers were waiting for him. As soon as they started sailing, you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“I will marry you, Ubbe Ragnarson!”

He did just as promised. He came back, and married you as soon as he did.

He couldn’t hide the smile showing in his face, and waved you goodbye as he told you you just made him the happiest man on Midgard.

Now, times had changed, and the brothers were against each other.

Something was telling you not to stop believing in Bjorn, but Ivar’s army was stronger, and he was cleverer than any of them, so you were scared to death, not only because of Kattegat and what might happen to the people living in there, but also for Ubbe. He was proven to be one of the best warriors, but who knew what the Gods had in store for him.

And you, you were no warrior. You had no skills to protect Torvi’s children nor yourself other than hiding or running away, yet here you were, having Torvi and Bjorn’s complete trust over their kids.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally heard someone calling out for you.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You turned your head and lifted yourself to get up, but Margrethe came first, standing in the middle of the door, not letting you see who it was.

“Margrethe, where’s Y/N? Where are my children?”, you recognised Torvi’s voice, before she asked again, “Margrethe, where are my children?”

You weren’t able to let a single word out, way too worried for what might have happened. You heard a sword being drawn, and fear took the best of you. You held Hali and Asa close to you while hearing footsteps coming closer. Margrethe walked back until you saw Torvi finally entering the room, pointing at her with her sword. She kept looking at her until you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Torvi looked at you, throwing the sword and approaching her kids, hugging them and crying while Margrethe left the room.

“Torvi”, you breathed out, “Where’s Ubbe?”

She looked at you directly in the eyes, and muttered a softly “I don’t know”

“What do you mean you don’t know; he was supposed to come with you!”

“You have no idea the chaos that’s being created out there, Y/N. I’m deeply sorry, but I couldn’t care less for Ubbe right now”

You couldn’t blame her, and you knew it. You went out of the house as fast as your feet let you, looking desperately for Ubbe, but finding nothing but wounded soldiers and a big mess of a city. 

You were pretty sure you had searched all over Kattegat by now, until you arrived back at the King’s hall, where you were sure to at least find Bjorn.

As you were approaching said place, you saw him.

He was standing at the front door, looking left and right with those big blue eyes of his. You stopped dead in your tracks as soon as he laid his eyes on your teary ones.

He brought you back to reality when he first came in touch with you, taking you by the arm and pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received.

You closed your eyes and hugged him back, tears falling from your eyes.

“I was so scared”, you said, crying, “When you didn’t come home with Torvi, I thought something had happened to you, Ubbe”

“Everything’s okay, Y/N, I’m here. Nothing has happened to me but a few small cuts”, he said, comforting you, “Stop crying, my love, I’m here, with you”

He pulled back from the hug and took your face in his hands, kissing you deeply for what felt like forever, making your head go dizzy because of the intensity.

“Gather your things, we must leave soon”, Ubbe said, caressing your face, “Ivar’s going to arrive at any moment, and we don’t want him to see us here now, do we?”

You shook your head no and followed his lead, not fully believing you were about to leave your home if you wanted to stay alive. You wanted to fight for it. You desperately wanted to see Ivar dead, but that would have to wait.

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Find Us

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: Ivar’s family have a very peculiar lunch guest.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven, Part Eight

Ivar arrived home with a little over an hour to spare.

He was happy to say his legs were no longer burning in hot flames of pain and had died down to the usual dull simmering pain that he was used to dealing with.

As he walked to the stairs he took a moment to be childish and flick off the elevator.

He took a shower and for whatever reason his mind started to wonder, thinking about the series of unfortunate events that occurred last night.

The thought of himself being the great Viking king that his mother named him after was still too outlandish for him to think about. The splitting headache and nosebleed did little to encourage him to think about it.

So his mind moved on.

He thought of (Y/N), the way she accepted his legs, she didn’t immediately get that stupid look of pity or false empathy. No her eyes didn’t soften, nothing had changed in her eyes. She still saw him as she had before, and he was very happy for that.

Being in the family he came from he couldn’t find many friends, not any real ones anyway. His brothers could handle having friends who were drawn to the money and fame, but Ivar couldn’t stand people like that. He couldn’t explain it too well, but he could always see it, the hungry way people looked at him.

Like he was a walking ATM and if they could just get close enough to him then the money would never stop flowing.

All of them had the mutual understanding that none of the Ragnarson children ever wanted to be pushed into the public eye. No magazine articles or press interviews, but still they were hard not to recognize if only for the way their mother seemed to flaunt their wealth around.

(Y/N) had never seen the designer clothes his mother dressed him in or heard about out of country trips he had been dragged on.

Her eyes weren’t hungry, and he liked that.

Ivar liked to be around her, he liked the conversation with her and the way she never asked for favors, anything he did for her was his own choice and it always would be.

(Y/N).

His mind wandered to her in the car, when his nose had bled. With no hesitation she gave him the very shirt off her back. That thought made him think about her sitting in his passenger seat, topless and blushing. The way her face became an ungodly red when he had stupidly invaded her personal space.

Then it all went south, his mind decided to be treacherous and focus on that moment before the cop knocked on the window.

Ivar immediately shook his head and wrapped up his shower, if he set the water to ice cold for a few seconds then he’d never admit it.

Deciding to shut up his mind Ivar put in his earbuds and blasted his music while he got dressed, he walked past his real closet full of clothes he had picked up in shops and went to his second one.

The one his mother filled with brands that “people of their status” should be wearing, he picked up a suit without giving it a glance before he started putting it on with practiced ease.

As he was tying back his hair Hvitserk barged in the room, in a suit of his own.

‘Looking spiffy, bet (Y/N) would have loved to see it.’ his brother smiled as he sat on the bed.

‘Shut up.’ Ivar rolled his eyes as he took out his earbuds.

‘What did you wear to see her last night? Birthday suit?’ Hvitserk teased.

‘I said shut up, some people can be friends with girls and not have sex with them.’ Ivar sassed.

‘Of course they can, that just doesn’t seem to be the case for you Ivy.’

‘Don’t call me that.’

‘So you’re going to tell me that you...Ivar Hogh Ragnarson, got up in the middle of the night to meet a girl and nothing scandalous happened.’

‘Yes, nothing happened.’ Ivar said tiredly.

‘Well I don’t believe that for a second, why did you go out in the first place?’ Hvitserk asked.

‘I’m not going to keep talking about this, can we please just get downstairs before Mother comes looking for us.’ Ivar deflected.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes but he did sigh and got up, meaning that for now at least the subject was dropped.

The two of them headed downstairs to the dining area. As expected the table was covered in large expensive dishes, and of course none of it had been prepared by their mother.

The cook had truly outdone herself today, Ivar new his father must have given her quite a bonus for this feast.

At the head of the table was his father and his mother was sat in the seat on his right, both dressed in expensive brands.

Ubbe and Sigurd still hadn’t come down yet, but Ivar and Hvitserk took their seats across from each other.

‘Ivar...I heard the elevator. Are you feeling well?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes I am fine, I just woke up in the odd hours where my medicine wasn’t as effective as usual. So I went out for a drive while it kicked in.’ he said casually.

‘You went driving?’ his mother asked.

‘Yes, not too far, I was safe I promise.’ he soothed.

His mother bit at her lip and looked away before she took a sip from her wine glass, she always drank when she worried.

She was always worrying.

Thankfully before the silence could become awkward the two missing brothers came down and took their places at the table.

‘Boys, this lunch is with a very important client, one of my first clients when I started out and he brought me a lot of business by nothing but word of mouth. He is usually quiet and very much so a shut in, and he comes from old money.’

‘If he is a shut in why did he suddenly ask to have lunch?’ Ubbe asked.

‘No idea, but I couldn’t decline. Now, I know you all know how to behave in front of clients, but this client is completely blind so be sensitive to that. Do not mention it, do you all understand?’ his father asked.

Everyone agreed and the conversation moved to lighter things like school and stocks and what summer plans were in consideration. It was all idle chit chat to pass the time while they waited for their guest.

At long last their loud dramatic doorbell rang and one of the housekeepers led in a man using a white cane.

The man was very tall, and that was impressive considering the fact that Ivar was the shortest Ragnarson while standing at exactly six foot.

He had to be at least seven feet, his black suit was clearly custom tailored to his body in a way that made it hard to tell if his suit was filled out by fat or pure muscle. His eyes and forehead were completely hidden behind the largest pair of reflective sunglasses Ivar had ever seen.

His skin was as pale porcelain, it was very oddly accompanied by the most visible light blue veins beneath his flesh and the black lipstick that was smeared over his almost fish like lips.

‘Hello Ragnar.’ the man said, his voice large and raspy as he had been smoking since he could walk.

‘Hello old man.’ Ragnar said happily.

‘I’m as old as I’ll ever be and as young as I can be now.’ the man said.

‘There goes that wise man way of speaking you are so famous for.’ the father smiled happily.

‘And there is the smile you are famous for.’

‘You can see me smiling?’ Ragnar teased.

‘My eyes see nothing, but I see all...that is my curse.’ the man said as he took his seat.

The whole table was silent, not even his father, the great conversationalist that he was, could make light of such a cryptic thing.

‘Don’t be so tense, introduce me to your family so we can eat this delightful feast.’

‘Of course, family meet my great client Mr. Divine. This is my wife Aslaug, my boys that I’m always talking about; Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar.’

‘You are missing two...a boy and a girl…a poor sick girl no one here but you ever got to see.’

Ivar was stunned, and judging by the almost loud silence his family members were in the same state.

His father didn’t speak of his only daughter, the girl that died long before he had been born. From what he had been told his half sister Gida had caught a horrible case of influenza and she just didn’t have a strong enough immune system.

No matter how he tried he couldn’t imagine his father talking about Gida with a client, no matter how important.

‘Yes...we should enjoy the feast.’ Ragnar said, not as cheerful as he had been before.

At last the lunch finally began and while it took a minute the conversation did pick up. Despite that Ivar couldn’t shake this sick feeling.

The feeling he had at the restaurant when (Y/N)’s mother was talking about her findings, like his entire body was covered in ants. He was still polite to the guest, but he just couldn’t look at this man for more than a few seconds.

For such a large spread the actual lunch passed rather quickly, and eventually no one could eat another bite.

‘This was a fine lunch, but I do have several appointments lined up so I must be going.

All of a sudden Ivar couldn’t control himself, there was a question he needed to ask before this man left.

‘Mr. Divine? Is that your given name?’

‘Ivar.’ Ragnar warned.

His ears suddenly burned red in embarrassment at his rude outburst.

‘No need to worry Ragnar, with youth comes curiosity and recklessness. Walk me to the door boy.’ Mr. Divine said to him.

Ivar looked at his father and after he received an approving nod he stood and walked around to the other side of the table.

Mr. Divine stood as well and pushed back his chair from the table, he used his cane to get around the table.

Ivar didn’t move to guide him, partially not wanting to startle him but mostly knowing instinctively that this man wouldn’t appreciate him assuming he needed help.

The two walked out of the dining room and made their way to the door.

‘Do you remember me?’

Ivar looked at the man in confusion.

‘Have I met you before? I think I’d remember if I had, you do leave an impression if I must say.’ Ivar replied politely.

‘We have before, just not in this life.’ Mr Divine said as he stopped walking and took off his humongous sunglasses.

Ivar’s heart dropped so quickly into his stomach as if it had suddenly been turned to lead in his chest, his palms were nearly spraying out sweat and he felt like his body was turning into stone.

Mr. Divine didn’t have eyes.

Not empty sockets he could fill with glass prosthetic ones, but there was nothing but skin covering the place where eyes should have been.

“No eyes…” (Y/N)’s voice rang in his mind.

This was him, it had to be; the one who spoke to her directly.

‘I see you don’t recall me personally, but you are aware of me thanks to the Christian child.’ he said as he moved closer to Ivar.

‘You are the one who talks to her...how are you here, those dreams happened centuries ago?’ Ivar asked in complete shock.

‘Not dreams...you know they are more than that don’t you...Boneless one.’

This time Ivar outright flinched at his words.

‘I-I’m not-’

‘You are; run from it and deny it all you like but the fact remains you are and the faster you embrace it the better off everyone you care about will be.’ Mr. Divine said gravely as he put on his glasses once again.

‘I-’ Ivar didn’t know what he had meant to say but it didn’t matter, because the blind man had already walked away.

‘Long long years I have roamed this horrible world and I will continue until you accept the truth. I pray to all the Gods that you do not make the same selfish mistakes again, there are too many people at stake.’ Mr. Divine said before he left, closing the door behind him.

Never before had Ivar felt such an odd feeling, but the one thing that mattered was that he didn’t like the feeling at all.

He didn’t like the man’s eyeless, black lipped face and he liked his words even less than that.

Ivar didn’t know who this man was or how he was here but he knew that if he never saw that blind bastard again he would have no complaints. All he had done was say stupid things that didn’t answer his questions and left more confused than he was before.

Selfish.

Ivar wasn’t selfish at all, he donated a majority of his monthly allowance to multiple charities and whatever he had left he gave away to the homeless or beggars he saw on the streets.

Angrier than he had been in quite some time he gritted his teeth and walked back into the dining room.

The maids were cleaning the table while the others were still there talking about the lunch they had just had.

‘So you are telling people about her now Ragnar? You rarely speak of Gida even to me, he must be a very good friend.’ Aslaug said politely, but everyone knew it was anything but.

Ivar didn’t bother sitting back down and instead made his way back to his room, he heard his brothers coming up behind him on the stairs.

‘I honestly don’t understand why they have to fight all the time, don’t they get tired?’ Hvitserk sighed.

‘Lord knows they aren’t staying together for our sakes so what is the point? Not like Mom wasn't already an heiress before she met him.’ Sigurd asked in a sour tone.

‘Who knows, it doesn’t matter. I'm going out with some friends, I’ll be back in the morning.’ Ubbe said.

‘Can I tag along? I have nothing going on, but I certainly don’t want to stay here.’ Hvitserk asked.

‘Sure, you two wanna join?’ Ubbe offered.

‘Hell no, I have my own plans, taking a girl to a poetry slam and then a night on the town.’ Sigurd said dismissively.

‘No need to ask Ivar, he has plans with his girlfriend.’ Hvitserk said.

‘Oh he finally got official with (Y/N)? Good for him.’ Sigurd hummed casually.

‘I’m not official with her, I’m not unofficial with her because I’m just friends with her.’ Ivar said in his own defense.

‘Well I don’t believe that for a second.’ Sigurd dismissed.

‘Funnily enough I said the same thing.’ Hvitserk added in agreement.

‘That’s because you idiots have two brain cells between the two of you and you’re sharing one of them.’ Ivar teased.

‘Whatever, you in or not?’ Ubbe asked in mild amusement at his younger brothers bickering.

‘No, gonna catch up on some Netflix documentaries, there’s a good one abou-‘

Ivar was cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket, he pulled it out and looked at the contact.

My Literal Child

‘Might I suggest you change her contact info, looks creepy considering the change in your relationship.’ Ubbe said.

‘I would like to suggest you invite her over to Netflix and Chill.’ Sigurd grinned.

‘Shut up.’ Ivar said as he went into his room and closed the door.

He accepted the call and kicked off his shoes.

‘What’s up, except for your horrible timing?’ Ivar answered.

‘Hey so I’m super grounded.’ she said.

‘Can I ask why, hello by the way.’

‘Because my mother isn’t blind enough to miss a hideous truck in her driveway.’

Ivar outwardly facepalmed, he had been so pill loopy and pain struck that he hadn’t even thought about hiding his truck a few blocks down.

‘But luckily my mom likes you so much she isn’t mad enough to kill me. I am still on lock down with the exception of school and I won't be allowed any visitors unless it's a classmate for a group assignment for two weeks.’

‘That sucks but is there anything else, because I have some news that will blow your mind.’ Ivar replied.

‘Actually yes, the doctor called my mom on Friday to set up a sleep study for me on Monday night. Problem is my mom can’t make it and that hospital isn’t really walking distance from my house.’

Do you want me to take you, I can wait for you in the waiting room too.’ Ivar offered.

‘Thanks, now what is your news? Is it...you know?’ she asked quietly in a way that suggested she didn’t want anyone hearing what they were talking about.

‘Yeah. Do you remember that guy you told me about from your dreams, the one with no eyes?’

‘Hard to forget a face like that.’

‘I know tell me about it, I just saw him.’ Ivar said.

‘What do you mean you saw him? Like you dreamed about him? Did he say anything to you?’ (Y/N) asked eagerly.

‘No not in a dream, I mean I saw him. He was just sitting down with me and my family having lunch. He’s one of my father’s first clients, he looked no older than fifty tops.’ Ivar ranted.

‘That’s not possible, we already know that all this past life stuff happened in the Viking Age, that is centuries ago, there is no way he could still be alive. Maybe he’s like us and just looks like his ancestor.’ she suggested

‘No. I don’t think so. He pulled me aside and he asked me if I remembered him, he called me…’ Ivar didn’t even want to say it.

‘He called you what Ivar?’ she urged.

‘Boneless, (Y/N) he called me Boneless one. He said he’s lived many years and he will continue to live in this horrible world until I embrace who I am. He said the sooner I do the better everyone will be, he said too many people are at stake. The bastard called me selfish and he doesn’t even know me!’ Ivar vented, growing angrier with every word.

‘Ivar! Ivar calm down! Calm down!’ (Y/N) cried from the other line.

‘How! Some old fool just showed up speaking like a cartoon fortune teller and called me selfish!’ he seethed.

‘If you aren’t then why be upset!’

All at once Ivar’s anger left him, and it left his body feeling deflated like a balloon.

He still took a few deep breaths just to assure himself that he was actually calm.

‘Are you good now?’

‘Yeah, yeah I’m good; I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell at you.’ he apologized.

‘I know, you only yell when we talk about who you might have been before; it’s like your twisted version of a defense mechanism. Not that I can blame you, I’m currently looking into this guy and yeah I get being afraid to be him, I’m scared reading it.’

‘I’ve read everything about him, I know almost every theory and legend that even mentions his name.’ Ivar replied as he laid in his bed and looked up at his ceiling.

‘Who is your favorite fairy tale character?’ Ivar asked.

‘Alice from Alice in Wonderland.’ she replied without hesitation.

‘Imagine some caterpillar showing up and saying you’re the real Alice and you just don’t remember.’

‘I’m sure I’d be too freaked by a talking bug.’ she joked.

‘Well the guy looks like an insect.’ Ivar snipped.

‘That’s mean. How about tomorrow after you get out of school you come over and we can talk about this eyeless guy for a while before I have to go in for my sleep study.’

‘I thought you said no visitors.’

‘I did but I did say she likes you and she seems to trust you to make sure I don’t take a nap before my sleep study. My neighbor is going to be checking on me during school hours.’

‘OK, I’ll be there.’

‘Thanks, so we are good to go. Oh and Ivar...for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re selfish; you’re the most generous guy I’ve met.’

‘I’m happy that you think so, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Ivar said.

‘See you tomorrow Ivar.’ (Y/N) said before she hung up.

Ivar threw his phone down on his bed and closed his eyes.

She thought he was generous and that really made him feel bad about what he thought when Mr. Divine said too many people were at stake.

Why are they his responsibility?

[imaginesmaimasterlists]

You can request about any of the characters above, or any other masterlists I have (here), always following the Requests Rules. My main blog is @imaginesmai​

💕:Fluff

🎈: Funny

💋: Smut

😭: Angst

⭐: Personal favourite.

🥇: The most popular fic in each category (it might change).

Angst Alphabet

Fluff Alphabet

Prompt List 1

Kink-November

UBBE RAGNARSON

25th of December (1) (2) (MILITARY AU):   😭

When Ubbe’s gone, the only thing you have left is hope. (ON GOING)

Dance Teacher (1):   💕

Ubbe’s Friday is not going as well as he would have liked it. Yet meeting his daughter’s dance teacher is going to change that. (ON GOING)

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)  🎈

Heartbeat AU (1) (2) :   💕 😭

Your heart doesn’t allow you to have a normal life, but it does beat faster when you meet your new doctor. (COMPLETE) 

Imagine 1

Imagine 2

Imagine 3

Imagine 4

⭐  I’m with you:  😭

 Ubbe wants to make peace with the Saxons. He doesn’t care what it takes, but when you decided to follow him in the middle of the night, he’s not so sure anymore. 

⭐ Lagertha’s Daughter (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) :   😭

Lagertha plans on attacking Kattegat, soon, and you, her daughter and Ubbe’s lover, just ask her to make you a promise (COMPLETE) 

My Viking Prince (1) (2) (3) :   💕  💋

You’re Alfred sister, princess Y/N. All your life, you have believed that love is all about pleasing your husband and making him happy or that’s what your mother told you. Now, prince Ubbe is making you see things differently. (COMPLETE)

Once upon a fairy tale: (Preface)

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Say that again:  

Ivar has never liked you, Ubbe Christian lover, and he makes that very clear.

⭐ The sweet baker and the bad biker (1) (2) (3) (4) (5): (vikings x SOA crossover)   😭

Ubbe, as the new president of SAMCRO, goes to the new bakery to see who is the owner and if he or she is a threat for Charming. He finds you, a sweet, cute and innocent girl who doesn’t hesitate to make him fall in love (COMPLETE)  

🥇  They learn about periods  🎈

Together:   😭

Sigurd’s death threaten to tear not only your world but your relationship apart. 

What you deserve (1):  😭

Ubbe knows that you’re pregnant with his son or daughter and that he needs to leave Kattegat if he wants to protect you. What he doesn’t know is if you’re going to make it. (ON GOING)

Winner’s prize :  💕 😭

Ubbe has put his life again at risk, but this time there are things in between that makes it different

Your daughter’s first boyfriend  🎈

HVITSERK RAGNARSON

⭐ Angst Alphabet (Tattoo Artist!Hvitserk) (1)  😭

- N for Nothing  😭

- O for Offended  😭

- P for Pressure  😭

- Q for Quake  😭

- R for Rob  😭

- S for Surgery  😭

- T for Time  😭

- X for Xx  😭

Crush AU (1) (2):  💕  💋

Shitty job, shitty life, too much stress. What’s better to solve those problems that your hot, handsome and funny roommate’s brother? (COMPLETE)

⭐  First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

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Him (MODERN AU):  😭

Hvitserk and you are seeing each other behind your boyfriend’s back, his half-brother Magnus. And leaving the latest isn’t easy.  

His lady:   😭

You’re his lady, he’s your prince. 

Home:   😭

What do you call home when you have lost everything? You come back to Kattegat to fight Ivar, but it’s hard to know that Hvitserk will be there too.  

Imagine 2

NSFW Alphabet  💋

Octopus:  💕

Hvitserk is sick and just wants cuddles. (can be read as the second part of him)  

Rewrite the stars (Song inspired)  💕

Soon to be husband:   😭

Hvitserk’s back from raiding only to find you promised to another man. It’s up to him do something or not about it. 

Taken :  😭

You are taken by the saxons, along with your soon to be husband, Hvitserk. And you do not hesitate in protecting him, not caring about the consequences 

🥇 ⭐  They learn about periods   🎈

They don’t know about us  💕

You know that Kattegat will never approve of your relationship with Hvitserk, not matter how hard you try. But you love him anyway.

⭐  Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

IVAR RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet  😭

Checkmate:  😭 💕

Ivar hasn’t always been the murderous king we know. There was a spark initiating the fire.   

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)   🎈

Quiet days:  💕 💋

Ivar is in a bad mood and it seems like only you can fix that  

🥇  They learn about periods   🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

BJORN RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet  😭

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

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Imagine 1

🥇  They learn about periods   🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

ALFRED

Something that there wasn’t there before (Song inspired)  💕

[sirensmojo]

“Remember The Missing” - Ivar The Boneless x Reader x Ubbe

Summary: You're sent to Kattegat by your uncle for settling a deal with King Ragnar. No need to mention as soon as your feet touch the dry ground, it's the Ragnarsons' eyes you caught.

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader x Ubbe (but All the Ragnarsons make an appearance)

Warnings: fluff, light smut, angst at the end

Word Count: 3,394

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The brothers didn't have the same taste when it comes to women. Whenas Ivar and Sigurd fell for thralls, Hvitserk for simple woman, Ubbe for athletic shieldmaiden, when you dropped off the boat, their mouth surely dropped too. That's the first thing that caught your eyes, four tall men, dressed in fur, clean and braided hair with eyes as blue as the sky. Those piercing eyes were pointed right at you, although you were quite used to being stared at. From your tamed hair falling perfectly around your face shape, highlighting your complexion to your reddened cheeks from the cold that underlined Y/C eyes, making your pupils scintillate, every detail seemed to mesmerize them.

Once out of the boat, you readjusted your large and dark cloak that didn't allow the Vikings to check up on your body features but they'd bet their life everything about it was perfect. Your eyes sweep the areas without dawdling on things, as you found out what you looked for. You started to walk towards them, each of your step arousing their desire deep into their core, and stopped in front of them.

"King Ragnar, I surmise," your soothing voice purred in their ears like honey. You held your hand to the man and instead of shaking it, he pecks your fingers.  You slightly raised your brows but didn't make any comments.

You soon noticed the stares still on you and glanced at the men standing beside the King, tilting your head to the side in curiosity, the rumors were true. Men of the North were, indeed, handsome. Their features, the care accorded to their looks, even your nostrils betrayed you, as they curled up a little, their spicy wooded smell fondling your nose. "Here are my sons, from right to left: Ivar The Boneless, Hvitserk, Sigurd Snake In The Eye, and Ubbe." The bearded men spoke, lifting the veil on the identity of your seemingly new fans. You didn't miss how the four pairs of eyes have been devouring you but chose to ignore it for the sake of the alliance. Thus your clenched jaws indicated your displeasure.You had quite a temper, that was the exact reason why you were the one sent by your uncle. He tried many times to tame your ways... In vain. Although you promised him this time, you'll behave on behalf of everything he has done for you since the death of your late mother.

"I'm Y/n Of Stilfhel, pleasure is mine." You quickly bowed, gripping onto your dress for it not to meet the soil. The ragnarsons remained silent, not that you expected something else from them, seeing how focused they were to ogle you. You knew better. Everywhere you walked, people would stare at you, In your own kingdom it was because of your status, or so you'd like to believe. In foreign countries, you accepted it was because, for some reason, men found you pleasurable to look at. No need to mention that whenever you'd open your mouth, they would instantly lose interest in you, for you sounded nothing like a princess. When it wasn't you cursing, the problem was the topics on which you conversed. War, fights, battles, swords, economics, trading.

No men of your homeland needed or wanted a woman that had an opinion of everything.

But you were no princess, indeed, your uncle took you as his own daughter at the request of your mother back on her deathbed. This was her last wish, and your uncle being a good man led to you living in the palace without having the weight of duties on your shoulders. Maybe you grew too comfortable, thought your uncle at first, but he soon enough found out it was only you being you.

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Once installed in the Great Hall, you take off your cloak and give it to the thrall waiting for it, exposing a beautiful azure dress made out of thick fabric. A single thin leather belt tightened it at your waist, revealing your curved hips and generous chest. Your sober dress didn't need any jewels or extravagance as your own body was already doing the job. An abnormal cut departing from your thighs down to your ankles betrayed your cover of "naive princess". If only they knew under that dress was hidden tones of small weapons, that thought making you smile. The man sat right in front of you did not miss any of your lips curling up as you brushed down your hands on the side of your dress, trying to hide the cut you made.

Traveling in that get-up was far from comfortable, you had to do something, right?

You thank the thrall with a small smile and finally sat down. "Is everything alright?" Asked Ragnar at the sight of your grimace. You forced a smile and nodded, "Yeah, of course. Everything's fine, my King" you succeed at answering. Glancing quickly around the table you slide your hands under your dress and straightens both your legs, trying to grab the hilt of your swords that buried itself into your ribs. When Hvitserk and Ivar abruptly turned their head towards you, both confused and satisfied, you firstly ignore them, but as your fingers finally grip onto your sword, their stare only grew more ravenous. At this exact instant, you understood what was happening, you were playing footsie with both of them. Your left foot caressing the inside thigh of Hvitserk whereas your right one got dangerously close of Ivar's core. A nervous rictus drew on your lips as you thought of something to get out this situation. You completely slump on the table to bridge the gap between your palm and the handle of your sword. Once you got it, you slowly push it out the piece of leather holding it and slide her against your bare skin before placing her on the ground. You fold your feet back to their initial position. Ivar was still looking at you, lips slightly parted with astonishment and desire twinkling in his eyes whereas Hvitserk's look was less shy in demonstration of what was going on in his mind.

"I've heard tones of stories about you Y/n," Ragnar let out as he motioned to a thrall to fill your cup with ale. Your eyes dawdled on the cup, as you kept your bottom lips in between your teeth. "Of me?" You faint not to know what he was talking about. "How so?" You added, your eyes still fixed on the liquid purring down in the container. If you start drinking now, you'll still be there in the morning, completely drunk but still wanting more ale. You will not be able to control yourself anymore, and the pretty princess will be gone."That you'd never been beaten by ale," The king continues with a defying tone. "Oh yeah? You're sure it's about me?" You raised a brow at him, glancing at the people around the table. You'd be ready to receive ugly stares by now, but they didn't come, to your surprise. Usually, as soon as someone used to put that subject on the table when with your uncle, grimaces could be seen on the surrounding faces while murmurs could be heard. 

Here, stares were fixed on you, but without any grimaces nor disgusted sounds. The men around the table were quite intrigued, maybe they didn't know what their father spoke about. You grabbed the cup hungrily, some of its content escaping the cup to drop on the oak table. You sipped a mouthful of liquor, squinting your eyes at the feelings of the liquid spreading into your body.

"Y/n Of Stilfhel, there's only one, isn't it?" Ragnar bantered as you finished your cup sooner said than done. You glanced at the thrall standing near the doors and motioned her to come. Once she presented herself before you, you carefully took off her hands the carafe and spill some more liquid into your cup. "So you heard about my superpower," you nonchalantly replied. "You must've traveled a lot to have found out. I've never put my feet on that ground before." You pointed the spot with your cup. "I have, but let's not dawdle on my idle stories, please tell us more about your presence here." "It is said, the agreement you share with my uncle must be sealed someway," Hearing your words, the heart of the men surrounding you fluttered. The first thing they thought about when hearing "sealing"  was marriage. Of course, it was. Why else letting a princess journey by herself to a foreign country?

They glanced at their father, then at you. Soon their eyes flickered from on to another's face. It was to who will seduce you first. You were a challenge atop of being a mystery. 

***

Ubbe leaned in your ear and murmured a joke about Sigurd, which make you choked on your drink. You glanced at the poor target of the man sitting beside you and shook your head both sides giggling. He instantly scowled at his brother, wondering what he could've said. Minutes passed before Hvitserk dared to approach you, he tried to be subtle but, hard luck for him, you weren't that naive. He fainted to join your side of the table to serve himself some more ale, glancing at you here and there. This whole scene made you laugh but you tried to muffle it, as you didn't want to lose all the fun. "Is the ale good?" He tried. "I don't know, you tell me," you raised your brows, as he neared his cups to his lips. He chuckled as he sips some of his drink. "How is that you're never drunk?" "Gods, believe me, I am, most of the time, but I can stand still, even play strategic games!" You heartedly let out as you leaned toward him. "Yeah? We should test that then, I'll wait right in my seat for you to come when you'll be very drunk," he winces at you as he got up from the chair beside you. "Count on it," you flirted back with a soft voice. You attentively followed his moves until some lips encountered your ear. Ubbe, this man really wasn't afraid of anything, his extreme proximity surprisingly warmed you up. Even if wasn't winter yet, the nights were cold, your skin being very sensitive did not help.

"I bet a night with you he'll be sleepy drunk in exactly 4 more cups," the man mutters in your neck, as a shiver spread from your back to your arms. Gods only know how, but he noticed it, looking down and grabbing your hands in his. "Bet held," you exhaled, trying to get away from his grip, but he didn't let go. Your eyes go to both his hands squeezing yours to his face. You didn't realize how close he was, only few inches away. If he turned his head to you at this precise moment, your lips would practically touch. The warmth emanating from his fondles spread to both your arm before dangerously nearing your guts, the center of your aroused desire. Now that he was so close, you noticed the straightness of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips, and how soft his skin seemed to be. When he turned his face, you managed to slip your hands out his grip and move your head backward, a nervous laugh escaping your gritted teeth. He was more than enticing, no doubt.

But you didn't come for that...

Speaking of your duty, your brows knitted as your eyes were searching the place for Ragnar. He wasn't there anymore. "Told you," Ubbe chuckled pointing out his little brother Hvitserk, face down to the table. "Yeah, he seems a bit dead, but I guess he's okay. At least, I hope," you grimaced, tilting your head. You needed to get some fresh air, some hours ago you were in a boat, almost alone, only with a few guards that your uncle forced you to bring and now you were surrendered by a bunch of handsome men. You excused yourself to Ubbe and walk perfectly fine to the doors. The man slid his head to the side, his mouth forming an "o", as he watched you walk away. He was more looking at your body than anything, your curves bouncing from a foot to the other. Once out, you exhaled deeply, closing your eyes a few seconds. "A bit overwhelmed?" you heard a voice, knocking you out the bubble you were in. "I'm not going to lie," you admitted, looking down. "I see you can stand as straight as if no ale oozed in your system. So it was what my father was talking about," "I know you can do better than that." You cut him off, making Ivar turns his head to yours, while you were looking faraway before you. "Huh?" He pondered, still gazing at you. "I love to talk about battles and war. Not about me being okay with drinking ten dozens of cups of ale," you confessed. "Than I wondered what you were talking about with my brother," he bluntly let out, shrugging. "He's got some move" you tried to convince him. He perfectly understood you were talking about Ubbe's ability to seduce women and riposted as soon as your words left your throat. He certainly knew what he was talking about. "Oh, I don't doubt that. I only thought you wouldn't let yourself be trapped in it," "I'm not," "So why you got out?" "I--I..." you stuttered, without being able to invent anything. Perhaps the ale was starting to get to your head.

"My name's Ivar, not 'I--I'," he mimicked your pout and voice. You hassled to chuckle and nudged him. "Stilfhel is an interesting name," Ivar let out, loudly breathing out. "As interesting as Y/n?" You gauge his reaction with a small smile at the corner of your lips. "See, you are flirty with me now,"

"Arrrgh, you're too quick for me," you faked being offended. "I bet you knew the way of sealing the alliance between both our lands have nothing to do with marriage." He nodded to himself, slowly understanding your games. "True, but I couldn't restrain myself to play a little with the minds of your brothers..." You paused, closely looking at the Viking. A genuine smile brightened your face, your eyes crinkled. "I'm glad it didn't get on you,"

"Sigurd didn't try anything,"

"Because he saw Hvisterk kind off failing," You tilted your head to him, only to encounter his eyes. They were as blue as your dress. You soon drown into them as he didn't move his stare. "Ivar The Boneless, right?" "Hmm," he agreed, clearing his throat. "I'll remember it," you mutter for yourself.

***

You tried to remember the words of the thrall when you asked her about the chamber of the Prince. You were drunk, the ale was deeply rooted in your system, but that doesn't stop you from walking through the corridors before you opened a door. "Y/n? Wha--t" "Shhh", you responded as you got closer the bed. You finally crawled into it, dangerously getting nearer the man. As you approached, Ubbe leaned his back on his pillows, intently watching your gestures. You finally got on top of him, leaning onto his chest, your lips dropping feverish kisses on his lower belly. His eyes didn't leave yours, he was concentrated in the twinkle in your eyes as if he looked away, you'll vanish in a cloud of smoke. You slowly started to kiss your way up to his neck, which you bite before playing with his skin in between your teeth. His silent groans directly reached your ears making your desire for him grew stronger each time his hoarse voice resonated in your head.  When you straddled him, after benching up your dress to your hips, he exhaled deeply, relieved the space between you has been filled. His hands ceased your hips, slowly sliding to your ass as he nuzzled his way to your face, making you look at him. Your mouth was open, your eyes getting lost together. "You're so beautiful," he slurred, incapable of letting go of your stare. "You're even more," you offered him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.  He swiftly crashed his lips on yours, making moan. He kneaded your skin with so much strength, you were sure to found bruises wherever he touched later.  You ground down on him, feeling his growing bump right in between your tighs, where you were already ready for him.

***

After you make out, Ubbe directly fell asleep, you didn't know if it was because of your little sport session or the alcohol. Whatever, you weren't asleep, unlike you. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more than sex. You planned on going back to your room, but instead, you stopped before another door, his door. You remember the blue of his eyes, his expression when you were face to face around the table earlier, and the way he articulated your name: with such harmony and softness. You pushed open the door, entering a total black room, "Ivar?" you ask loudly, making sure the door was closed behind you before asking for him.  At first, you were welcomed by a silence, but as your eyes got used to the darkness, you could glimpse of two light sparkles turned right at you. "I--hum..." you couldn't find the right words, how did you find yourself so nervous when not even an hour ago you were entering Ubbe's chamber so confidently? "Can I stay with you?" your voice echoed in the room as if it was empty. Still no response. You moved forward the bed, aiming at the opposite side of where you glimpsed the scintillating eyes. "I take that as a yes," you continued to talk, even if he didn't want you or even talk to you, you couldn't help but feel the need to be in his company again. "I'm coming under the furs, alright? Welcome me there." you encouraged him. "You lied," he finally spoke. You were shifting your body inside of the shits, under the furs when you stopped in track. Did he recognize you? "Earlier you said you never put a foot down this soil, you lied," he finished, quite bluntly.

You wanted to speak but the saliva in your mouth was too thick, even making it hard to swallow. You gave-up your chance to give him an explanation. 

"I knew I already saw your face before, not too long ago actually. You left me waiting for something that would've never happened," his tone was firm but not angry. "Why?" His voice broke to silence. "I knew I wasn't staying for long, I didn't want you to wait for me. You were supposed to forget me, Ivar..." You murmured, without trying to justify yourself. "How could I forget what I gave you, what we shared?" "I don't know," you allowed."Me neither, but still you lied to me back then, about your name, your status, everything!"

"I didn't lie when I came sneaking close to your body every night. I didn't lie when we were meeting in secret in the woods to look at the sunsets and lying on our back watching the forms of the clouds," you lowly let out as you got closer to his chest. Your palm patted his torso before going up to his cheek. Now you're holding his face so his eyes stick with yours, unable to escape from your hold, just like you used to two years ago. "When my uncle asked for a messenger I volunteered," you started to be swoon. His ablaze stare would kill you right now if they could. Instead, Ivar lifted his rough and huge hand to your face, wiping away the few tears that have filled up your eyes. "I wanted to see you again, feel you again..." you added as he pulled your head toward his bare chest. Your eyes closed, and your mind eased in less than a minute, soothed by the rhythm of the Viking's heartbeats. 

"Don't leave," he managed to articulate despite the nervousness inhabiting him at this instant. His arms closed around your weak body as he held you tightly against him, to your greatest pleasure.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: The gods decide to test Ivar’s declaration of love and see if you will really love each other again and again.

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+  Asta and Cuyler

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: Ivar tries to keep the peace between your children

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+  The cold storm  *Smut*

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When a storm hits Kattegat you are trapped alone with Ivar in his cabin.

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+  The cold storm (Part Two)  *Smut*

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When a storm hits Kattegat you are trapped alone with Ivar in his cabin.

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+  The battle of queens (Part One)

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: After forcibly fleeing Westeros. (Y/N) and Lady Tyrell find themselves further away from her army of Gladiators when the Ragnarsons’ invade England and claim their prizes. Unfortunately for Kategatt. Westeros will soon be at their door.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader / Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

- Summary: Ivar refuses to believe the new you have for him but despite years of animosity between the two of you, Ubbe realises you still don’t trust him enough to ask for his help instead you’ll always turn to Ivar.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader / Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader / Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

- Summary: Ivar refuses to believe the new you have for him but despite years of animosity between the two of you, Ubbe realises you still don’t trust him enough to ask for his help instead you’ll always turn to Ivar.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader / Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

- Summary: Ivar refuses to believe the new you have for him but despite years of animosity between the two of you, Ubbe realises you still don’t trust him enough to ask for his help instead you’ll always turn to Ivar.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When Ivar meets a famed queen Hvitserk resigns himself to helping Ivar with his nerves.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary:  Ivar refuses to get along with any of your suitors.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Summary: Sigurd tries his best to hold your attention but you’re more interested in Ivar, to Ivar’s delight.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: With a fondness for Ivar you are famed for being his gentle opposite. But when Lagertha takes you hostage, the Ragnarssons are rallied by rage and a desire for vengeance.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When you mother turns ill you have two choices, become a Thrall for the Earl or leave your mother behind and join Helga and Floki in Kattegat. Which draws Ivar’s attention.

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When you lose your parents and other arrangements fall through, you find yourself living with the Ragnarssons in their cabin. Much to the chagrin of Ivar who complains about you at every opportunity he gets. 

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

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- Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

- Summary: When you lose your parents and other arrangements fall through, you find yourself living with the Ragnarssons in their cabin. Much to the chagrin of Ivar who complains about you at every opportunity he gets.

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Dance With Me (Ivar x Reader)

A.N.: Hey, guys! In the meantime of writing part three to Lion and the Lamb, I will be writing a bunch of Ragnarsons fics. Look out! This one shot is only one out of three in the works... (btw I was listening to a lot of fifty shades of grey songs whilst writing this one)

Summary: Music is loud in the hall, people are dancing yet Ivar is by himself. Not for long though, not when his wife has other ideas.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe and Torvi

Warnings?: this is lowkey smut, but without any sex. (once you read it, you’ll get what I mean...)

Word Count: 617

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The room was bustling, the sound of drums, small horns and even the cheers of men joining in song. However, Ivar sat in his chair watching out into the crowd. Ivar sat by his wife. The feeling of dread welling up in his stomach. He would do anything to have the people leave and the music to cease, but he dare not say a word or show his anger. He knew his wife was happy to be here and he dare not interfere.

He wished he could take your hand and lead you to the centre and have his hands wrapped around you watching you move. Yet, there he sat knowing this was just another misfortune of his legs and that he must accept the disappointment.

You, however, had other ideas. "I'll be back my love," you say. Ivar watches as you get up, he says nothing before sipping at his horn of ale.

Pushing past dancing people you make it to the room you an Ivar share. The far corridor at the end of the hall, which stood your chamber. Entering the room, the warmth of the fireplace and the fur rugs greeted you. Grabbing a wooden chair, you pushed it towards the centre of the room. The back of the chair facing the fire. Stopping in your tracks, you listened to the music from the hall. Nodding to yourself at the volume that was heard in the room, you rush back to Ivar to fetch him.

Ivar's face lights up as he sees you coming towards him, with the biggest smile on your face. Frowning in confusion at your smile he grasps your hand. "Where have you been?" Your grin grows even wider at his words. Leaning down to his ear, you whisper, "I have a surprise for you husband."

Grabbing his hand for the support, you heave him up to stand. Using his crutch and the help of your arm, you guide him past the crowd. Smiling to Torvi's dancing frame whose arms were wrapped around Ubbe's.

Eventually finding your way to your shared chambers, his face contorts in confusion as you seat him in the chair. Making sure the door is shut you come to get on your knees in between Ivar's legs. "What are you doing Y/n?"

"Shh, just relax." In sync with the music, you move your hips side to side in a seductive manner and run your hands down his thighs to his feet. He rests his back onto the chair back and watches you closely. Before you could do anything, Ivar rushes forward,  his body is no longer seated on the chair but on top of your own on the floor. His arms pinned to the side of your head.

You have other ideas, pushing him off of your body you straddle his waist. Your movements were almost in line with the music. A battle of dominance between the two of you.

"What game are you playing?" He says, all you do is smirk and bite your lip. Twisting your hips against his groin. Egging him on. He growls and grunts before turning you over, his hand grasping your throat.

"You take me away from the feast, what are you playing at?" You smile and blush under his body.

"I want to show you how it feels to dance with your wife," you say smugly. Ivar smirks and brings his lips close to your own. His breath fanning your face. Warmth spreads in his stomach at your gesture, he knew how much you would make sure he felt accepted and regular in his circumstances. So he tightens his grip on your throat, and you gasp,

"then lets dance, wife."  

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A Proposal pt 1

Pairing: Ivar x reader (eventually)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,687

Author’s notes: I don’t have a following, yet I decided to make this a multific. Mostly because I was somehow at 4k words and didn’t want to do that to anyone reading this.

Summary: Ivar and reader share a moment, but are separated by miscommunication

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“I’m sorry Queen Aslaug, but I simply cannot marry your son” were the words that Ivar heard as he crawled to find his closest friend, his only friend really. He felt his heart quicken as he realized the words came from her mouth. 

“Y/N, it would be an honor to marry my son. He is a prince, a son of Ragnar, the future King of Kattegat and you would refuse?” To marry her son? Was his mother trying to marry her off to him? 

“I mean no offense to my queen. Your son and I— we’re great friends, but that is all.” Ivar could feel the heat shoot through his body. Anger. That’s all he felt. Friends of course that’s all she felt toward him. He was such an idiot for thinking they could ever be more. How could she ever want to be with a cripple when she had Ubbe and Hvitserk pining for her. 

“Think of all the future rulers you would make. Powerful, smart, beautiful. You are a match made by the Gods” Aslaug continued, pleading but annoyed. Y/N had always been close to the brothers and in turn Aslaug had treated her like the daughter she was never able to have. Aslaug loved her and Y/N loved her in turn, but this, this was asking for too much. Y/N scoffed “Children? Queen Aslaug please, do not ask this of me” Ivar couldn’t stand to hear anymore. He rushed off, angry, no, worse, he was hurt. A hurt Ivar was far more dangerous and terrifying than an angry one. 

His brothers were at the training grounds when he arrived. Sigurd was the first to look up and see Ivar crawling toward them. “What is wrong brother? Did Y/N finally tell you to leave her alone?” He called out. Ivar was in no mood for his games. Ubbe and Hvitserk look in Ivar's direction, ready for the battle that was coming, but Ivar said nothing. Instead he began sharpening his ax, jaw clenched and his grip so hard on the weapon it was a wonder that it didn’t just snap in two. Sigurd of course would not leave it alone “That is what happened isn’t it? She finally told you that she’s only with you out of pity. That she wants a real man, a man who can please her.'' Ubbe gave his brother a stern look to stop, but Sigurd ignored him, as always. 

In the blink of an eye, there was an ax in the tree beside Sigurd. It had missed him by a hair and quickly stopped Sigurds laughter and mock. “Next time, I won’t miss” Ivar hissed as he climbed off the stump he was sat upon. He began crawling back to the cabin the brothers often found themselves in when he heard her voice. The voice That always calmed him and made him smile, the voice that now did nothing but make him angry and hurt him. She called his name and he ignored her. That never happened. When he didn’t immediately turn around with a smile she got worried. She shouted a bit louder, maybe he hadn’t heard, but Ivar turned slightly to look at her and he kept going in the opposite direction. As she reached the other brothers they all turned to look at her. Hvitserk was the first to speak 

“Y/N. Looking good enough to eat. As always” this made Y/N blush and smile. Hvitserk, always the charmer, always telling her he wanted to eat her. Ivar turned to glance once more at her to see if she would follow him. Some part of him hoped she would, that what he had heard was a misunderstanding and that she indeed did love him. What he saw however only fueled his anger. She had stopped to speak to his brothers, worse than that she was blushing and laughing at something they said. His anger was now red hot fury. 

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It had been two days since Y/N had spoken to Ivar, or rather, since Ivar had spoken to her. Everytime she went near him he found an excuse to leave. Sometimes he didn’t even give her a chance to get close enough to ask what was wrong. “Did I do something?” She thought out loud as Ubbe sat beside her. Horn of ale in his hand, he looked over at her with furrowed brows. 

“What?” He was obviously confused as to what she was talking about. 

“To Ivar” she elaborated. “He refuses to talk to me or even be close to me,” her voice was soft and hurt and she looked broken. She loved Ivar. She loved him with all her heart. It had started as friendship, sure. She would play with him when they were kids, but as they got older, it became more. She saw his strength and his endurance. She saw how smart he was and how charming he could be when he wanted to be. She knew he could be insecure about his legs, but she always made sure to tell him she didn’t care and he shouldn’t either. He was her rock and she was his.

Three nights ago, they had even shared a kiss. It had felt like she had entered Valhalla. His lips were rough and his hands were calloused but his touch still felt gentle and his lips fit perfectly with hers. She thought his hesitation was simple nerves, but she was wrong. He must have realized he didn’t love her then. She had after all been the one to kiss him. Perhaps he didn’t like that she took control, or worse, she repulsed him.

 As the thoughts swirled in her mind she felt a warm hand move some of her hair behind her ear and she felt Ubbe’s warm breath near her face as he leaned in to whisper to her, “You are far too beautiful to look so worried.” Y/N blushed and smiled softly. 

“You are too kind my prince” she mumbled back as she looked at him with her red cheeks. He chuckled as his thumb slowly caressed her jawline, wanting badly to lean in and press his lips to hers. They were however interrupted by a thrall accidentally spilling ale over Y/N as she meant to fill Ubbe’s horn. Y/N shot up with a gasp and turned to assure the thrall that it was okay, when she saw that the thrall was Margrethe, with a not so sorry smirk on her face. “My apologies Lady Y/N” she murmured as Ubbe glared over at her. It was no secret to anyone that Ubbe had kept his bed warm with Margarethe. Y/N never meant to intrude on who Margarethe thought was hers, she too was in love with a Ragnarson, and it wasn’t Ubbe. 

As she opened her mouth to excuse herself she heard loud laughter coming from the other side of the great hall. She would recognize that laughter anywhere, it was Ivar. She stared at him as he dragged himself to an empty seat, unable to look away. They held each other’s gaze for what felt like a long time. There were so many things Y/N wanted to say. She wanted to run over to Ivar and embrace him, she wanted to apologize for whatever it is she had done. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to love her back, that she would be content with having him as a friend as long as it meant he stayed in her life. Ivar motioned for Margarethe to come and fill his horn, never once breaking eye contact with Y/N. As the thrall walked over, Ivar grabbed her hand tenderly and laid a kiss upon her knuckles, eyes never once glancing in the way of the thrall. 

Y/N slightly tilted her head to the side in confusion as her expression slowly scrunched up into hurt. She was the first to break eye contact as she saw Ivar pull down the thrall beside him and lay a kiss upon her lips. How her heart ached, it should have been her kissing Ivar, not Margarethe. Were Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd not enough? She had to take Ivar as well? Y/N’s sight began to grow blurry as she realized tears were forming in her eyes. She smiled down at Ubbe and excused herself. She wouldn’t let Ivar win. She held her head high as she walked out of the great hall and to her small home. Before she had reached her home, the tears spilled down her cheeks, and she tried her hardest to contain her sobs. 

Ivar had used her, his promise of friendship, intimacy and closeness had been lies. She had let herself believe that Ivar had loved her. She had been so willing to give herself fully to him. If her father hadn’t come home early, she would have let Ivar take her innocence from her. Instead he took her heart and he crushed it. 

Y/N did her best to avoid Ivar after that night. It had been too hard to see him with his hand around Margarethe’s. She had lost her best friend and she never felt more alone. 

The news had spread quickly of Ivar laying with the thrall. Y/N had to forget about him. She knew she did, and there was only one way she would be able to get over him. She would accept Queen Aslaug’s proposal. 

Y/N had begun to grow closer to Ivar’s brothers as she no longer had Ivar to hog all her time. Sigurd was the happiest to have more time with her. It didn’t take long for him to begin feeding her poisonous words of her sweet Ivar. 

They were laying by the water at night. Staring at the stars, a fur laid over their legs. Sigurd turned his head to stare at her and his heart fluttered at her smile. “I can’t believe Ivar would use someone as beautiful as you” he caught her attention then. 

“Use?” She whispered, scared to hear the rest of his statement. Y/N was still hurt, Sigurd knew this. She would believe anything he told her right now, and he planned to take full advantage of that. 

He turned on his side and rested on his forearm as he hovered over her, moving hair from her face, gently stroking her cheeks with his thumb. Before she could protest, he continued, “He knew of your feelings for him. He bet us Margarethe’s cunt that he could get you to be his, easily.” Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. It had all been a lie. Their friendship, the soft words he whispered in her ear, his warm lips on hers, it had all been a lie. “He’s a bastard for playing with your emotions like that” Sigurd continued as he leaned in “I would never harm such a beauty in that way” he lips were ghosting over hers and she couldn’t think. He pressed his lips to hers and she didn’t fight him off. She couldn’t. She didn’t even feel like she was in her own body anymore. The one man, aside from her father, that had meant the world to her had used her. 

One thing was certain, she no longer missed Ivar, she hated him now. 

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Days had passed since that night in the clearing and neither her nor Sigurd spoke of their kiss or of the words spoken between them. Sigurd however, was sure to be extra close and sweet toward Y/N whenever Ivar was nearby. She hadn’t noticed. All she could see were Ivar’s fingers playing with Margarethe’s hair, his lips on her knuckles. She also hadn’t noticed how Ivar’s brows furrowed whenever any of his brothers were near you or whenever one of them would compliment you. She hadn’t noticed his longing gaze as she walked by him or as she danced with men during celebrations and feasts.

She couldn’t however ignore him as he threw his cup across the room when Queen Aslaug had given the wonderful announcement that her beloved Y/N had accepted to marry her son, Ubbe. Margarethe looked just as angry sitting beside Ivar. Ubbe slipped his arm around Y/N’a waist and leaned in to whisper something, her cheeks blushed and she let out a soft giggle. Her eyes met Ivar’s for a second before he quickly threw himself on the floor and dragged his body out of the hall. Aslaug went after her son, confused as to the cause of his anger. Surely he should be happy for his brother, and for his friend. Sigurd’s face was pale. After all he had done to drive her away from Ivar, he hadn’t realized he had been pushing her into the arms of his older brother. 

Hvitserk came over and congratulated them. He left a playful kiss on her hand as he bowed before her and gave her a small wink. “Alright brother” Ubbe mumbled “Enough affections to my soon to be bride” 

Y/N let out a giggle and cupped Hvitserk cheek. “Careful Hvitserk, Ubbe might find out of our affair” she joked as she listened to the chuckles of her soon to be husband and her soon to be brother. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time they share a woman” Sigurd slurred angrily, the drinks having taken over his better reasoning. She looked over at Sigurd and then at Margarethe who’s eyes were full of angry tears. Ubbe’s hand tightened around Y/N’s waist “ignore him” he whispered to you. His lips left a small kiss on her jaw as he moved away. 

The rest of the night involved the couple getting congratulated and Ubbe’s lips constantly peppering kisses on her neck and cheek. She would playfully hit his chest and tell him to stop, hoping that he would actually stop. Her heart still ached for Ivar, but it was clear Ivar wanted nothing to do with her. After the second time Ubbe’s hand attempted to go beneath her skirts to run circles on her thigh she leaned into his ear and excused herself. She told him all the excitement had tired her out and placed the softest of kisses on his cheek as she got up. He nodded in her direction and kept a hold of her hand until her fingers were too far for him to reach. 

Y/N truly was tired. But mostly she wanted to cry in the peace and emptiness of her own room. She missed Ivar and she hated it. She hated how whenever she heard something drag, she hoped it was Ivar coming to tell her it was all a misunderstanding and that he actually did love her. Nearly two months had passed since their kiss and he never once tried to explain to her what happened. He used you, you idiot. Ivar doesn’t love anyone but himself she kept repeating to herself every time she thought of him. 

She finally got to her home and walked to her room. She didn’t bother turning on a candle, she wanted to undress, wrap herself in her furs and cry herself to sleep like she had for the past two months. Tears were already coming down her cheeks as she began to unclasp her necklace. A golden chain with the smallest Mjolnir pendant. Ivar had given it to her, for protection, he had said. It wasn’t unlike Ivar to buy her things, even when she told him not to. He always spoiled her: jewelry, food, dresses, friendship. She held the pendant in her hand and saw tear drops fall on it. She clasped it tightly in her fist and let out a frustrated yell as she threw it across the room. Before she could do anything else she heard him. His deep voice, soft and coming from her bed “I guess Ubbe will protect you now. You won’t need the necklace” 

Y/N turned frightened toward her bed, pulling up her dress. “Ivar?”

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Ivar - Checkmate

This was requested so long ago I honestly lost track. It was by an anon, who wanted X from the Angst Alphabet with no detailed description. Hope you like it! 

Warnings: brief, very brief hints of rape.

Plot: Ivar hasn’t always been the murderous king we know. There was a spark initiating the fire.

Despite what some might have thought, he did not consider himself to have multiple personalities. Instead, he was like a many sided coin, or perhaps a puzzle, hundreds of different pieces fitting together to make a perfect whole, to make the man that he was. Pieces that he just so happened to fit perfectly with you by his side, always watching his back and hugging his front.

For polite and formal company, he was Prince Ivar, a man who cared about his subjects and who could go on and one about the different political aspects of running a kingdom. He knew all the social niceties and customs that came with being part of the upper class, even if most of the foreigners thought that the vikings didn’t have manners. He had a way with words that won over even the coldest of ambassadors, his natural charm soon getting king Harald to sing a trade agreement that seven generations of his family had been refusing for the last four hundred years. He sat in on a council meetings, voicing his opinions and commanding the attacks. He was a husband, of beautiful princess Y/N Y/L/N, the future king of Norway.

They called him ‘Ivar the boneless’, a heartless monster; but truth was, he had never killed anyone. He only sent other people to do so, because he hadn’t feel the need to do so. Ivar still had to stain his hands with blood, to see a man’s life flashing through his eyes in a last exhale. His brothers were much more violent than him. Ubbe had killed in a battle ruthlessly and Hvitserk had slaughtered wives and kids in front of their parents; not to talk about Bjorn, who had the permanent smell of death in his clothes.

But not Ivar. He only knew the love that you brought him.

When you changed the pillows for him, so that he was more comfortable, he saw the world he wanted to live in. When you kissed his forehead everytime you passed by, and actually spent some time listening to his plans and showing interest, his heart grew big with love just for you. In the way you ran your hand absentmindedly through his locks, he found the will to live and to conquer the world just for you. Or in how you helped other that had nothing, which made him want to be a better person. But if there was a thing that he loved, though, was the feeling of you dozing off on his lap after a rough day.

That night was different, because in your eyes were dried tears and in his ears still sounded your broken sobs. Your hands were clenched in his tunic, and your body was still shaking with aftershock. Sigurd, staring at you in the doorway, with his arms crossed. Ubbe, sitting by the fireplace sneaking pity glances at you. Hvitserk, not touching his food but playing with it. His mother, sitting beside him and rubbing his arm. They weren’t supposed to be there, but you were already their queen.

Without saying a word, Ivar passed your sleeping form to his mother and took off.

He crawled through the city, to the forest until the cabin in the woods. He staked his prey through the darkness, allowing the newest side of him to take control, the nameless mask that was so full of hatred that it could consume the world withering the planet into a dull husk. His target was unaware of his approach, unknowingly bringing its own demise upon by taking the shortcut through the dark path.

The knife on his hands should have been heavy, but it gave him an oddly comforting feeling. The one he had been searching all day.

It was not a moment later that he saw his chance, the man he was pursuing leaning down to take a log that had fallen from his hands. Without missing a beat, he fell on him like a lion on his prey, placing his gloved hand over the man’s mouth to muffle the expected yells. Raising the knife so the silver blade glimmered in the moon’s cold light, he waited as its body stiffened against his own, the condemned man’s breathing coming in terrified pants. Tightening his grip on his prey, Ivar leaned forward and whispered his messaged.

“This is for her”

With a silent roar, Ivar plunged the knife into the man’s stomach, his glove growing warm and wet with his blood as he twisted the knife. He expected instant guilt, regret or even fear. But a pleasant feeling grew in his stomach, as if the last piece of the puzzle had finally fixed itself.

“This is for her, for her. This is for her”

When he finally let the body fall, the knife still embedded into his abdomen, his target’s blood had already dried, caking the front of his clothes in a rust coloured splatter. For a few moments, he stared at the dead man before him. He had just killed a man, another human being. With his hands.

He was glad.

Although the side of him that always thought about how you might feel because of his actions was screaming at him, the blood thirst screamed louder, and he found himself dragging the tip of the knife against the man’s cheek.

It did not take him long to reach the edge of Kattegat, dragging himself between the shadows and in silence. The town was quiet, sleeping and unsuspected of the first murder of Ivar Ragnarson. He felt blood on his hands, on his knees and under his nails, but that didn’t stop him from smiling the whole way to your rooms.

All thoughts of sleep were banished from his mind as he entered his room and saw the slumbering form of his wife. Aslaug, always waiting and knowing, nodded shortly at her younger son and let your sleeping body rest on your side while she exited the room. His brothers were far gone, and silence embraced Ivar one more.

Crossing to the other side of the room, he paused as a whimper tore itself from your throat, filling him with the desire to reach out and hold you, to comfort you in a way you had yet to let him. Instead, he stepped away, folding his arms across his chest as he watched you, the noises fading away. Ivar knew it was necessary, the separation, because his touch would just make it a thousand times worse at least for now, even if he hated.

He knew what you were dreaming about, and it killed him to know that, even if you did allow him to be there, to hold you until the nightmare passed, he could never change the events of the past. He could never go back to that single morning when you had needed him the most, when he should have been there and not making stupid peace deals with traders. He could not chance the fact that he had failed you, had broken his promise to never let anyone hurt you.

The clothes torn apart sat by the fire, waiting for your permission to be burnt. Ivar notice his tunic wrapped around your body, and clenched his jaw. He touched his cheek with sticky fingers.

He could never change that another man had stolen what you had given to him, and only him, in your wedding night. And, no one could have foreseen Ivar becoming the most ruthless killer of all Vikings in the dark of the night.

Because no one would ever hurt his queen while he was alive.

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Blood of the Dragon ch.14

Hvitserk x Freyja/Reader aesthetic ❤️

Warnings: angst, fluff, first kiss, violence, mentions of character death

Björn and his father were not on speaking terms at all. After greeting his younger brothers, Björn and Ragnar only scowled at each other than Björn, his mother and brothers greeted the King and Queen. Björn ignored his father and focused his attention on Freyja and Freyja only. He had not seen the little princess for almost a year and he was not going to let anyone ruin it.

She had changed. She was taller, growing into her body, hair longer. Skin was cleaner and smoother than before and Freyja constantly smelled of roses. Her cheeks were slightly pink as if pink satin was trying to escape from beneath her marble-like skin. Freyja’s wardrobe had changed too. She wore the same pretty dresses the Southern ladies of Westeros wore and her hair loose but combed and free of tangles. During meals, Freyja sat the same way her stepmother did and the eating manners she had back in Kattegat were gone. Still, his old Freyja was there. From the way she smiled to the way she teased her boys. She still fought as bravely as a shieldmaiden, her purple eyes flaming and Björn swore he sometimes saw a shadow of a dragon behind her. That’s why the gift he bought her was the perfect gift. Hvitserk noticed Freyja’s changes as well. She was beautiful before but now...she was an absolute dream. Ubbe still treated her like a little sister but his younger brothers were going for another route. Maybe they indeed had a crush on her for her soul and beauty but maybe they wanted to win her heart so Freyja could marry them and become Kings. Ubbe hoped they liked her for her, for their sake.

Lagertha watched her ex-husband’s sons bond with Freyja. They were all in the garden of the Red Keep; Ivar was sharpening his ax, Ubbe and Sigurd were trying to teach Fenrir how to play fetch, and Björn and Freyja were talking. He said something to her that made her giggle, Lagertha chuckled at how small she looked next to her son. She heard the soft click-clack of heels on the stone floor followed by the clinking of armor. Lagertha could smell Cersei’s perfume before she could even approach her.

“She’s happy you’re here,” Cersei said. Hvitserk pulled a braid and Freyja squealed, the booming laughter of the eldest Ragnarsons rang in the air.

“I can see that” Lagertha glanced at Cersei and then went back to watching the little princess with her princes. “Does she like it here? Does she miss home at all?”

Cersei’s smile faded a little, thinking about the first few weeks when Freyja arrived. “She...she may have gotten into a fight with Viserys”

Lagertha turned away from the children with surprise. “What happened?” She was very interested in hearing this story. The little Princess was known back home for standing up for herself and getting into fights with boys, she wondered how she fought off a man.

“The King wanted time break her old habits such as hunting”. Lagertha never understood these Westerosis and their strange customs, men, and women could hunt, fight, raid all the same but here things were strange. “One morning, the Princess snuck off to the Kingswood by herself. Viserys followed her. You see, he was angry with us, with her. Targaryens marry cousins and nieces but this time the little Princess will marry a son of Ragnar” Hvitserk braided Freyja’s hair while Björn told a story about one of the raids in a new world, jealousy crossed the princess’s eyes. “Viserys followed her and attacked her. The princess fought back” Cersei chuckled looking more proud now, “It was not a good outcome for him and left him in a bad state afterward” Lagertha grew angry and she wanted to hunt down the Targaryen prince and cut off his hands for even touching her Freyja.

The little princess was happy her family had returned but she noticed there was someone missing. A certain priest that helped raise her and love her as if she were his own as well. Athelstan. Floki and Helga were missing too, Freyja looked for their eager faces when they arrived but they were nowhere to be found. 

“Bear, where is Athelstan?” Freyja finally asked Bjorn. The boys looked at one another their eyes hiding a sad secret. Bjorn’s little brothers turned to him for answers, no one had the courage to tell her the truth. He didn’t want to break her sweet heart. “And Floki and Helga. They’re not here too, why?” Freyja began to get nervous her eyes darting from Bjorn to Ivar. From Ivar to Sigurd. From Sigurd to Ubbe. From Ubbe to Hvitserk. Finally going back to Bjorn. A heavy silence hung in the air. 

Finally, Hvitserk answered, “I’ll tell her, brother” Bjorn stared at his little brother. “Are you sure?” Hvitserk nodded. “Come Freyja. Take a walk with me” He extended his arm offering her his hand and she took it, together they walked deeper into the garden leaving the rest behind. Her anxiety worsened the further they walked without talking, not even the exotic birds were chirping they seemed to sense the dreadful feeling that they were hiding. They walked until they were far away enough to hide from the guards and the other boys. It was beautiful where they were, isolated with white rose bushes and a stone bench, the bushes were high enough to hide them. Hvitserk offered her to sit, “I think you shouldn’t be on your feet for what I’m about to tell you” Freyja swallowed but she sat down.

“You can tell me now,” she said in a small voice, the dreadful feeling wasn’t going away and it seemed to worsen with the small pauses. Hvitserk sat next to her and took her hands in his. 

“One morning Bjorn went to speak to Athelstan about the next raid” Freyja studied his face, her heart threatening to explode. “Bjorn noticed Athelstan’s hut was unusually quiet and there was the smell of blood coming from inside” A lump formed in Hvitserk’s throat and he tried to hide his tears because one of them had to be strong for this and he wanted to be strong for Freyja. When he was sure the tears went away, Hvitserk finally looked up, “Athelstan was found dead. Murdered and-” 

“Oh no!” Freyja cried out, one hand covered her mouth and she began to sob big gulping sobs. Her sweet Athelstan slaughtered like that. Like a pig. “Who did it, Hvitty? Who killed our Athelstan?!” 

It broke his heart to see Freyja like this but someone had to tell her, he made it this far. “I’m very sorry sweet Freyja but...it...it was Floki...Floki killed him.” Freyja knew Floki hated Athelstan for being a Christian but she didn’t know he would go as far as killing him. She cried even harder the ache in her chest far too unbearable. Hvitserk put his arms around her and held her close letting her cry into his chest, her tears soaking his shirt but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about his shirt only caring about Freyja’s shattered heart. 

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Freyja was warned not to tell Ragnar or anyone else outside their little circle. All she knew was Floki was in a cave, tied to the ceiling, with only Helga as his company. 

She was not told how long Floki had been tied up. It hurt Freyja that Athelstan was brutally murdered but it also hurt to know the conditions of Floki and poor Helga, who did not have to be there and was suffering as much as her husband.

At dinnertime Lagertha, Bjorn, and his little brothers were invited to dine with the little princess and her family. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying their meal but Freyja, Rhaegar watched her from the head of the dining table not paying much attention to Lagertha. Freyja picked her meat and stared blankly at her glass of water. The ‘only one glass of wine’ rule was not relaxed because of her Norse family. Rules were rules, according to her septa and the little princess was ordered to obey. Hvitserk kept stealing glances at her to make sure she was okay, Sigurd kicked him and mouthed, “The King is watching. Look away”. His older brother shrugged, ‘Freyja is sad’ he mouthed back, Both brothers looked at the princess, Freyja flipped her roasted quail letting out a loud sigh but not loud enough to interrupt the conversation. Ubbe reached for another piece of bread, then stopped when he saw his little brothers gawking at Freyja. He made an irritated noise and his brothers quickly looked away. If the King or the terrible Queen were to catch them...

“Father, may I be excused?” 

The grownups stopped talking, Rhaegar frowned at her untouched plate and said, “Are you alright little dove? You haven’t eaten much”

“You look rather ill, Freyja” Lagertha’s soft hand touched her temple. It amazed Freyja that after all those years of battle, her sweet Lagertha’s hands remained soft. A comforting touch. “You are a little warm”.

“You may be excused, Y/n,” her father said, “I will send Maester Pycell to your chambers to check on you” 

“No!” Her stepmother said quickly, “I will send two septas but not the Maester”

Lagertha shot a suspicious glance at Viserys. The cowardly man looked away. “And you won’t be going alone.” 

Bjorn followed his mother’s eyes. He did not like the prince either and after he heard of the incident, Bjorn wanted to slice off his prick for putting his hands on Freyja but his mother stopped him from doing so. “I will accompany the Princess to her chambers, Your Grace. I know she would like that instead of your guards”. The King agreed but Cersei did not bother to hide her anger something Lagertha noticed. 

Once they were out of earshot Freyja finally burst into tears. Bjorn quickly wrapped his strong arms around her, “Sweet Freyja, little princess. Daughter of Thor, this storm will be over soon”

“My heart is broken” she sobbed, “Athelstan was a good Christian, he loved us all how could Floki do this to us?”

Athelstan, the same man that pampered, protected her, told her about his God’s stories and his life before Kattegat, was dead. A sweet man who envied no one and didn’t wish to hurt or kill anyone. 

Bjorn kissed her head. It didn’t matter what anyone said. A father was a man that raised and loved a child and Freyja was his child. It hurt to see her cry. “Athelstan is with his God now. He always wanted to go to Heaven. Soon his God and our God will put their differences aside and when we go to Valhalla Athelstan shall drink with us and will tell him about our battles.” It was little comfort but Freyja felt guilty for the death of Athelstan, if she had not left Kattegat then he would still be alive. She felt even worse knowing she couldn’t tell Ragnar.

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Hvitserk stared at the three-headed dragon sigil on Freyja’s door debating on whether or not he should knock. It was after dinner, everyone else went to their respective chambers but Hvitserk. He decided to wait until his brothers had fallen asleep, their breathing even with Ivar snoring in the background. He wiggled out of his bed, put on his boots and tiptoed out of the room. Hvitserk couldn’t wait any longer to do what he needed to do. He held his breath and knocked. Inside he heard Fenrir let out a muffled bark then Freyja shushing him softly. She was surprised to see Hvitserk so late. 

“Hvitty” Freyja said in a low voice, “It’s really late you know”

He swallowed, “I know but I had to see you, may I come in?” 

Freyja looked behind him and down the halls to check if the coast was clear, once she was sure they were alone she opened the door wider to allow him to come in. Hvitserk whistled at the beauty of her room. Now, THIS was a room for a royal princess. Freyja even had her own study, gold, silver, and the finest silk in all of the lands were owned by her, Fenrir the direwolf had his own bed right next to the fireplace but knowing his owner, he probably slept with her every night. 

She suddenly realized that they were alone, just the two of them, and she flushed a deep red. “Hvitty, what are you doing here so late? What is it you wanted to tell me?” Even in her simple pretty nightgown with her hair let down she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Shieldmaiden or Queen, Hvitserk would love her either way. What if she rejected him? What if she chose another brother? He couldn’t imagine being in the arms of another.

“You’re beautiful, Freyja” Hvitserk managed to whisper, “more beautiful than the Goddess herself”

The princess giggled, “Thank you Hvitserk is that why you came to me so late? Because you wanted to tell me I was more beautiful than the Goddess?”

“No! I mean, yes but I wanted to do something else” It was his turn to blush. His heart was pounding and Hvitserk wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. The son of Ragnar Lothbrok, legendary Viking, too shy to admit what he wanted to do. “I wanted to ask if...if I could...”He looked down, heat spreading across his face, “Freyja you are so beautiful with a heart of gold, is it alright if I kissed you? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to”.

Freyja burst into a fit of giggles. “Have you ever kissed a girl Hvitty?”

He blushed again, “No. Have you ever kissed a boy?”

She rolled her eyes, “Bjorn is too overprotective, you know that”

“We will be each others first then-first kiss I mean”

She took his hand, a gentle smile on her lips, “I would love that very much”

Hvitserk sighed, relieved. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes falling in love with every passing second and leaned in. They closed their eyes just as their lips met just a gentle touch with lips barely parted, his hand cupped her burning cheek. 

They pulled away shortly after, they couldn’t get caught kissing especially in her room. But Hvitserk and Freyja were smiling so hard their face hurt. He pressed her forehead against hers, “I knew your lips tasted like honey. Thank you...”

She shook her head, “No Hvitty, thank you. Let me walk you back to  your chambers”

The pair walked all the way to the other side of the Red Keep talking and laughing the whole time. When they stopped outside his chambers, Hvitserk said, “Freyja won’t you get in trouble for being out so late?”

“I would rather get in trouble for walking around than you getting in trouble for visiting my chambers so late at night”

Hvitserk kissed her cheek one last time, “Goodnight Frey, thank you”

“Goodnight Hvitty”. He watched her disappear around the corner leaving him blushing for the rest of the night.

Halfway up the stairs to her chambers, Freyja bumped into her annoying uncle. He stank of wine and his feverish eyes looked even crazier. He was still wearing his dinner silks.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He snapped, “shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Why do you care? I was on my way to bed anyway!” Freyja bit back and shoved past him.

But Viserys gripped her arm and shoved her until she was close enough to smell the bitter alcohol. “You do not talk to me like that do you understand? I am your Uncle and you respect me!”

Freyja tried to pull away but Viserys had dug his nails deep into her flesh. “I don’t have to do anything you tell me to do now let go!” 

“You and those barbarians will pay for taking my Throne away from me and I won’t rest until I’ve had my revenge!” 

She dug her own nails into his face scratching his eyes. Viserys hissed in agony pushing her, Freyja let out a scream as she fell down the stairs Viserys could only watch in shock realizing what he had done. Freyja landed face down at the bottom of the stairs and Viserys rushed to her. 

“Y-” He turned her over, a small trail of blood coming from out of her nose running down painting her clean gown. Freyja was unresponsive. Her body limp and he wasn’t sure if she was breathing or not but he wasn’t staying to find out. He dropped her on to the cold hard floor and fled to his rooms. 

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Finders Keepers (Ragnarsons x reader)

A/N: got a request from an anon. Yaaay! As always, thanks for supporting me.

Warnings: None.

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Where had that lovely thrall wander off to? There weren't any duties that needed to be fulfilled at the moment, but it wasn't like her to wander off too far. Ubbe tuned out his brothers and their bickering as he thought about [Y/N]. Hvitserk eyed him, but said nothing. He knew what he was thinking about and didn't blame him. He would occasionally have her on his mind, too. A small group of little girls around the ages of six and seven walked in a single file line, carrying flowers. They were making their way to the great hall.

"Where are the little ones going?" Sigurd asked. Ivar perked up instantly and grinned. [Y/N] was excellent with children and if he saw an entourage of kids roaming the town, he knew she was close by. He didn't answer his question and dragged himself along the earth's floor. He was going to follow them.

The young thrall was sitting in the middle of the hall. She was busily braiding a child's hair until the others eventually showed up. Her brown dress was ripped and worn from her chores, but she was still a beautiful woman regardless. She saw Ivar at the end of the line and nodded her head politely. As the girls gathered, they placed the flowers beside [Y/N].

"The children gave away your hiding spot." The youngest son informed, his smile never leaving his face.

"I didn't know I was hiding, my prince." He looked her up and down several times before reaching out to stroke her cheek. The little girls giggled at the scene that was unfolding before them and it made the thrall grow shy.

"P-prince Ivar, we have an audience..." She turned her head away, her cheeks flushed. Her shyness and innocence was what fascinated the princes.

"You must've snuck in here without anyone noticing." Ubbe's voice could be heard as the other three walked in. Ivar rolled his eyes, clearing annoyed that they showed up.

"Oh, are you braiding hair? I can play you music while you're doing it. It'll be relaxing." Sigurd gave her a warm smile before turning his attention to Ivar. He narrowed his eyes and smirked at him. If he wasn't mistaken, it appeared that he was being challenged.

"Ugh! No! No boys allowed! We wanted [Y/N] to braid our hair and decorate them with flowers. The princes never share." One of the kids whined, tugging on the servant girl's hand. She wanted them to go to a different location, away from the Aslaugssons. [Y/N] gave the boys a sympathetic smile and stood up. She bowed her head once more and let the child take her away.

The rest of the children gathered their flowers and followed after. Ubbe chuckled to himself once they left and he eyed Ivar.

"We know what you're trying to do and that child is right. We don't like to share. I'm not sharing that woman." He said, as a matter of fact.

Sigurd looked at him offended. She was clearly gentle and very fragile. She needed someone who was just as gentle. Hvitserk came up behind Ubbe and patted his shoulder.

"Sorry, but I'm claiming her. She needs a tough Viking, such as myself, to protect her. Besides, I'd be gentle while I bed her."

"Mother will let her be my personal thrall if I ask. By the way, I touched her first, so I win." Ivar made a face at them before looking down at his hand, the one he used to stroke the [Y/H/C] haired thrall's cheek.

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Wings.(1/3)

Pairing: Ivar Ragnarson x Reader.

Warning: Language, family drama, men being assholes.

Word Count: 7,630.

Note: I wrote it overlooking all the drama that it’s happening in the show. Let’s pretend everybody is happy and all the Ragnarsons are safe and at peace. In that story, they will seek to get Ireland and they need the help of two other Earl’s. Earl Sven and Earl Y/N.

(Gifs go to their rightful owners.)

The appetite for new lands made the younger son of Ragnar thirsty. Bjørn had left to the Mediterranean and Ivar as his older brother and father wanted to discover and claim new lands himself.

His army was named the Great Heathen Army and he craved to be famous and even greater than his own father. His brothers agreed with his desire and even required the same. 

Ubbe wasn’t as ambitious, he was curious but wanted to find good lands for him and his people settle down. Hvitserk had the desire to be one famous warrior king, Sigurd was a great warrior as well and shared his desire of the throne with Hvitserk.

Ivar wasn’t attracted to the throne or the intention of settling down. He wanted to travel and claims new lands, his fearless and ruthless reputation had reached the whole continent, and he loved the thought of it, he ached for the whole world acknowledges the name of Ivar The Boneless.

Bjørn came back with Halfdan and they embarked on the adventure of new lands aside from the Heathen Army and his brothers. While traveling Ubbe told his younger brother that it would be better to improve his army to make sure of the success. So he sailed to the kingdom of Earl Sven.

Sven was a famous man and a greater warrior, he won his throne the same way Ragnar Loðbrók had, and his name was well-known and sung in several regions. Ivar met the man and Sven was happy to receive the sons of Ragnar at his land. Bjørn offered an alliance with the help of the new land. Sven agreed but told they must have to call another Earl to help and make the alliance even more powerful.

Ivar complained saying it would take even longer to sail, but Ubbe put a sense on his mind. They sent a messenger to take the message to the next realm. It took at least four days for the messenger to get back, when he did so he said that the Earl agreed and soon enough he would travel to Sven’s land. When the boats appeared on the following days it was a sight to see, big boats and countless warriors and shieldmaidens on board.

When it landed on the docks Sven has received a young lady wearing a long V dress with the wine color which made her skin almost sparkle in contrast to the fabric. Sven hugged her and said a few words neither of Ragnarsons got. When she walked being escorted by two of her warriors she smiled to the people, including the boys. She entered the great hall and met with the residents there.

Hvitserk was drooling at her appearance, her hair looked like the best silk he had ever seen in his life. Sigurd was already thinking about how their children would look. Ubbe and Bjørn tried to keep the composure and keep the appearances up. Ivar wasn’t much impressed with her appearance, she was probably the wife of the Earl that Sven had the alliance too, his brothers were stupid to drool on someone that was already taken.

“My friends,” Sven announced getting all the attention. “This is Earl Y/N, she accepted to go with us in battle and her warriors and shieldmaiden will be thrilled in helping the sons of the great Ragnar Loðbrók.” He announced and all the mouths got open in pure surprise.

She knew about the shook, she didn’t like to be stated as queen, she was an Earl and a famous one for the matter. A few random warriors and the sons of Ragnar were shocked by the news, she clearly wasn’t what they were expecting, at all. Ubbe cleared his throat. “Well Earl Y/N. I can say for me and my brothers that we are happy with our alliance and shall Odin bless us in battle.” Ubbe stated.

She smiled. “Please call me Y/N. And I’m pleased with our alliance and I’m more than delighted to meet all of you.” She looked at all the boys and their warriors.

Even her voice was pretty. Sven told her to get comfortable in one of his rooms and solicited her illustrious presence for the feast later on. The other men and women left the place to, leaving the place only with Sven, the sons of Ragnar and Floki.

Sven looked her walking away to her room and looked at the men in the hall, he laughed and smirked. “I guess I didn’t say Earl Y/N was a woman.”

Hvitserk licked his lips unconsciously. “You didn’t even say her name for the matter,” Bjørn said.

Sven sat on his throne and got mead to drink. “That is the best part of our alliance. Men always drool over her. My apologies but I couldn’t avoid the possibility to see the look on your faces.” Floki erupts in laughter, Ubbe shook his head with a smile, Floki did that sometimes.

“You said the Earl was great in battle,” Sigurd stated. Ubbe sat at the table in the middle of the hall.

Sven drank the last drop of mead on his horn. “And I said the truth, she is great in battle. I had witnessed her killing innumerable men without getting even a scratch. A few people like to call her Y/N PrettySword.”

Ivar scoffed. “Why?”

Sven wasn’t pleased with Ivar's tone of voice, but he avoided the issue for the sake of the new alliance. “Since she is very pretty and her sword had taken off hundreds of lives. Some people call her DeathKiss too, but she hates that one.”

Bjørn pondered about the title and the nickname. “I can only suppose with that name she had a case with an Earl and killed him to get the throne or she had used her beauty as some sort of advantage in battles.” Ivar heard his eldest brother’s words and bowed his head believing it was the case, he looked up at Sven awaiting his response.

“Actually not. She received the role of Earl after she killed the last Earl, his name was Loki and as the God of Mischief himself, Earl Loki wasn’t the best Earl. Y/N challenged him in a battle and killed him receiving the land after so, she is pretty smart actually. Her improvements got famous and she’d made strong alliances.” The Earl explained.

Sigurd sat in the chair close to the table and filled the horn with mead. “She is not married?”

Sven shook his head. “She received a lot of requests but she declined all of them.”

Ubbe eyes sparkled, the chance of claiming her could be great not only for himself but for Kattegat as well. Ivar saw the look on his older brother. “Why? She doesn’t like men?” Ivar said with pure debauchery on his jovial voice.

The king wasn’t entertained by the childish behavior. “Not the ones where ignorance it’s a noticeable feature.” The man answered and Ivar understood that he used the words towards him. Floki laughed again and walked out of the room saying he needed to have a talk with the gods.

Sigurd rolled his eyes, mad at his brother's behavior. “Apologize our brother's behavior, Sven. He isn’t acquainted with the female sex, so he tends to act like a stupid goat when a good-looking lady visits.” He darted his eyes to Ivar and got satisfied with his little brother's face of pure hatred.

“And how could you know that dear brother, since occurs rumors of you offering your butt to other men.” Ivar responded and middle-raised his eyebrows, a grin plastered on his lips.

Sigurd's face got red in rage, but before he could answer his little brother, Bjørn intervened. “Enough.” Ivar looked at Bjørn with his angry face. “You two want to keep arguing as younglings or want to get ready for the feast? I know you all, so if you aspire to impress Earl Y/N you will need to behave as genuine Vikings.”

Ivar smiled and glanced at the floor before returning it to Sigurd’s face. “As if Sigurd knew what that meant.” He answered and received a punch of Ubbe in the arm. Ivar’s laughter spread to the place.

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The feast was with sufficient food and drinks and very stylish in the best Viking way possible. Flowers and decorations ornate the whole place.

Hvitserk ate his food and his eyes almost jumped out of his orbs when he saw her entering the place. Ubbe was in front of him and darted his eyes over Hvitserk’s gaze. Then she walked using normal tunic, pants, and some jewels, yet she was the most pretty lady there. Ivar was arguing with Sigurd and Bjørn talking with Floki. Sven smiled when he saw she was there.

Halfdan was actually taken aback, he didn’t recognize the last time he had seen someone so pretty in his life, he surely felt like it was a vision for Valhalla to give him a glimpse of what was waiting for him there.

Ubbe got to his feet and extended his hand waiting for her. “Y/N please join us in the feast and let’s enjoy.”

Ivar heard his older brother voice and rolled his eyes at the scene and questioned how stupid his brother was. “You are staring at her.” Floki’s voice appeared and Ivar looked at his uncle. “Ubbe and Sigurd are already wondering how to ask her in marriage.”

Ivar hummed, Sigurd walked away approaching her presence. “Hvitserk isn’t even eating, this is new,” Ivar answered looking at his brother’s ear to ear smile. Y/N was sat with Hvitserk, Ubbe in the table. She was smiling and Hvitserk kissed her hand.

“She looks like she likes him too.” Ivar frowned. Floki saw how she managed to get under his skin even by far. “But you won’t care, right?”

Ivar scoffed and stared at his uncle. “Of course not. She is an alliance. It doesn’t matter that she is pretty.” He pointed and keep staring at his brothers so close to her, even Bjørn was staring at her.

“So,  you think she is pretty?” Floki smirked.

“What that has to do with anything, uh? We’ll fight, I want to see if she is as good as everyone around here likes to praise.” He answered bothered at his uncle’s assumptions, he wasn’t blind as his brothers. He won’t let some random woman’s attraction blindfold him of the greater propose of an authentic Viking.

Floki chewed his cheek. “Something tells me she is.” He said in a low voice, maybe the gods have spoken with him.

The feast goes on and everyone enjoyed their times, the slaves didn’t look so happy as every powerful man wasn’t paying them attention, all of it was centered on her. Sigurd called Y/N and asked her to dance with him, she politely smiled and got on her feet, the songs went on and both danced around happily, the mead and ale had got their senses reduced and they were dancing as has no tomorrow, a lot of people were dancing too making the number of people sat low. Ivar looked at her legs moving so graciously around the hall, how her legs made her stand up so perfectly without the need of crutches like him.

When the fifth song ended she moved closer to Ivar and sit in the chair beside his own. He got confused by her act. She smiled at him and filled his horn with ale and start to drink it. “This is more tiring than it looks.” She meant the dancing, it was the first time she talked directly to Ivar and he wondered why.

“You looked like you were having fun, my brother surely looked like a bear ready to catch a fish.” He said annoyed about Sigurd. Ivar swore the mere existence of his brother disturbs him.

She started to laugh and looked at him, her laugh was as sweet as her voice. “You are funny Ivar The Boneless.”

Ivar never was praised before, especially by his humor. “And I think you got too much ale on your head.” He looked at her hands that promptly raise the horn against her pinky lips again. “And that is my horn by the way. I thought Earl’s were rich.”

She sipped the liquid and bite her lower lip carelessly. “Well. I’m a Viking. Don’t we take everything we may desire?” She asked and he nodded his head. “Besides I thought you would need a company. You seemed lonely.”

He scoffed. “Well, princess. I can’t be dancing around like drunks savages. Can I?” He asked pissed at her.

She smiled, even with the bad temperament she was still fascinated by him. “Don’t you worry. I seek a conversation more than any random man that may wish to ravish me.” She said in a low voice, but loud enough for him be able to hear even with the loud songs around the room.

Ivar's throat got dry and his blushing gave him away. She smiled and got to her feet giving Ivar’s horn back on his hand. She walked going to talk with Halfdan and Bjørn. Ivar looked at her walking away, her steps weren’t so firm but she got there.

Two of Sven’s men sat in front of Ivar to grab some drinks, Ivar was smart and always paid attention to his surrounds. Both men looked at Y/N up and down, undressing her with their eyes. 

“She surely fights like a man, and with all the drinks she had I’m surprised she is still standing.” The redhead said and the words made Ivar roll his eyes at his stupid male chauvinist phrase. “I would let her ride me like a crazy horse the whole night.” He laughed and Ivar's eyebrows frowned and his face started to become red. 

The other man nodded his head. “I don’t know if she would like that, I guess she likes women instead of men.” His ignorance hurt Ivar’s feeling, of course, he had said almost the same things hours ago, but his words weren’t so stupid. “Still. If she and another hot woman wanted to fuck in my bed. I won’t complain about it.” Then both started laughing.

“That is a dream it won’t come true,” Ivar said casually.

Both men turned around and faced the younger Ragnarson. “What did you said?”

Ivar made a face of surprise, joking with them. “What? About your absurd dream. You two look at her as you stand any chance. But we all know it won’t happen.” He licked his lips.

The redhead one scoffed and looked at Ivar’s legs on the heavy metal he had to use to manage to stand up before glancing at the crutches nearby. “Yeah? And who she would choose? The cripple?” The man answered with dark irony.

Ivar laughed. “I stand more chance than you.” He made a quick smile before starting a staring contest.

“Your dick doesn't even work.” The brunette said and then both started to laugh.

Normally Ivar would get mad at those statements but he learned how to control his temper and let them use whatever words they may want. “So it won’t be a problem then.” He put the empty horn to his lips, making sure it was the precise spot Y/N’s lips had touched minutes ago. “I mean since you both idiots assumed she doesn’t like it.”

The redhead got to his feet. “Did you call us idiots?”

“Yeah. Why are you deaf too? And here I was believing I were the only cripple.” He said teasingly.

The blood in both men's veins boiled with wrath, they walked closer to Ivar’s reach and Ivar’s felt uncertain since he didn’t have his axe or anything nearby. “Hoark, Stoico stop!” Sven shouted making the musicians stopped playing their music, the place was tense. Ubbe looked at Hvitserk and both walked to help their little brother.

Sven walked in front of both men and lost the entire relaxed atmosphere he had minutes ago while he enjoyed his feast. “I don’t want problems with my new allies. I want you two to apology to Ivar The Boneless and if I hear of any other problem with you two, you’ll be banished from my lands.” The Earl spoke and both men lowered their head and nodded.

Hvitserk felt it weird, he had never witnessed so much respect before, especially around these violent lands. Ivar smirked and Ubbe shook his head feeling ashamed of how much Ivar was enjoying this. Stoico and Hoark looked at Ivar and cleared their throat. “We are sorry for our behavior, Ragnarson,” Stoico answered. 

Hoark nodded. “It won’t happy again, we are glad your family made an alliance with our Earl.” Hoak stated.

Ivar smiled and licked his lower lip. “I forgive you two, idiots.” He used the name that made the whole circumstances so complicated, Hvitserk glared at his childish brother.

Sven nodded his head and both men walked away from the feast. Sven looked at Ubbe and Ivar. “And I expect respect with my people, I appreciate our new alliance but I won’t tolerate this treatment with my people or guests.” Ivar shook his head and kept silent.

“It won’t happen again, I guarantee you.” Bjørn’s voice said, he was propped against the wall watching his younger brother's behavior. “We value our alliance as well, I’m truly sorry.” Bjørn walked closer to his brothers and new ally and shook his head. A silent agreement.

Sven nodded and moved his hand in the air making the musicians starting playing again. Bjørn glared at Ivar. “If this happens again I’ll send you back to Kattegat, I don’t care if you had success in the last two battles! You act like a fool doing those things. Sven and Y/N are probably the bigger alliance we will manage to conquer, so if you screw this for us,” Bjørn moved his hand mentioning him and his brothers. “You will be left alone, good luck without us helping you out on your dreams.” Then he walked away.

Ivar tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, he was biting his cheek so harshly that it bleeds, he might have acted foolishly but Bjørn had no right to say those words. He glanced up and Hvisterk walked away to start talking with Y/N and Halfdan. Ubbe looked at him and shook his head as he seems to do every time his younger brother made something that troubled him, it sort of happened often.

                                   …

The party ended and everyone walked apart to sleep and prepare for the next day. The great hall was big and had a lot of rooms. Sven offered them to the Ragnarsons and to Y/N and her most trustworthy warrior/shieldmaiden. Ivar thought about Bjørn’s words the whole night, it hunts him making him extremely irritated.

Y/N went to her room and was laid there using a few silk clothes she only used to sleep. As an important person, she had two other people there to fight if any opposition happens. The warrior Hagalaz that swore his life to protect her and her best shieldmaiden Zina. 

But even like that, with the extra protection, she was a light sleeper. She was dreaming and heard some grunts approaching her dreams, her eyes opened and she adjusted her body in the bed, the grunts and moans keep coming out of her bedroom. At first, she rolled her eyes and tried to go back to her sleep, it was probably someone having sex. But the sound was very suffered to be a sex sound and she kept hearing them.

She placed a tunic on her body and left the silk small dress she was wearing above her bed. She grabbed a sharp knife above the small table and walked to reach the noise. 

The great hall was silent and the fireplace was without fire on it leaving the place dark and cold. The sounds kept coming and it drew her attention and she heard a cry, she looked at the door and knocked on it twice. The pained sound stopped and was replaced with deepen inhales and exhales of breaths. “Hey. It’s Y/N. Are you alright?” She asked and waited for the answer.

A suck of air was heard. “I’m fine, go back to your room.” That voice belonged to Ivar, she couldn’t mistake that one.

She gazed at the floor she had walked in and at the wooden door. “Please, can I come in? I won’t be able to sleep knowing you are aching for any reason.”

Ivar frowned his eyebrows, could she be serious? Why would it matter to her if he was suffering or not? He was nothing to her. He kept silent and prayed to the gods send her away. He was the ruthless and cruel Viking, he didn’t need a woman to look at him in pure pain. He didn’t want anyone to look at him vulnerable for the matter.

She bit her lower lip and pushed the door opening it. 

Ivar grabbed the furs tightly in his fists covering his legs completely. She didn’t have to see the hideous crooked bones and cartilage that made its place on his legs. “Sorry but I’m really worried.” He wanted to yell at her but a sharp pain hit his lower back and he shut his eyes biting his lips tightly to suppress a groan of pure agony.

She walked to his bed and sat on his side, both of his hands were clutching the furs, she placed her hand on his. “Why are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” She asked in a quiet voice, she doesn’t want anyone to wake up and come here. Ivar definitely would hate pity glances.

He opened his eyes and stared at her hand above his. He looked at her and saw the genuine concern over her features. The pain subsided for a few seconds, it would come back surely. “My retarded legs, apparently I am not only cursed without them working but I’m also cursed to feel pain.” His breath was ragged. 

He breathed really slowly when the pain comes, so when it stops he needs to recover the oxygen in his lungs. “Go back to your room, we are allies I do not need you seeing me weak like that.”

She smiled at his blindness. “You are not weak Ivar. If anything you’re the strongest here.” He scoffed not believing in her words. “I’m serious, you can’t use your legs but in either way, you became famous and won battles. And apparently, that pain that steals your sleep isn’t something new.”

Another sharp pain hit him again, it was in his left knee this time. He tried to control his breath. She kept quiet knowing it was annoying when someone kept rambling when the pain was present. “Is not.” He said and sucked a long breath.

“Then I’m right. You are the strongest. I don’t think the others or myself would be strong to face and overcome that pain daily.” She said assuredly. He looked into her eyes and saw the moonlight reflecting in her eyes, her angelical face was unmistakably something that conquered several hearts. “Can you tell me where is the pain? Have anything I can do to help you?”

He shook his head, and let his head relax against the headboard. “Is, uh,” He cleared his throat feeling it dry, she recognized it and stood up grabbing a cup of water that was nearby the door returning it to him. He took some sips and tried to explain precisely how the pain felt. “It’s in every part of my legs, everywhere on it. But also at my lower back. It feels like a blade whacking me, a cold pain that spread on it and… and it’s terrible.” He shook his head and stared at the furs that covered his useless legs.

Y/N sucked her bottom lip questioning what she could do to help him. “I take a tea to help me when my ‘woman days’ come, if I prepare it for you would you drink?”

Ivar looked at her confused. “Woman days?”

She rolled her eyes at his naiveness, men tend to avoid it as it was some sort of sin, the Christians certainly do. “The bleeding Ivar, you are smart you know women bleed every month.”

He made an ‘oh’ face. “Sorry, but I won’t drink tea made for woman’s womb problems.” He said ignorantly.

“What if I compel you?”

He chuckled. “How could you-” He started to retort but the pain came again making him tight his teeth against each other, he knew it would make his jaw sore soon.

“Like that!” She pointed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She didn’t wait for his response.

Ivar stood there agonizing, but without her in the room he let go of the furs and let some air flow to his legs, the suffering was making him warm inside and he could feel some sweat forming above his eyebrows.

Y/N walked to her room in her tiptoes and took a small wooden box filled with some herbs she used at least four times a month every month to help her cramps. The big fireplace wasn’t on but she needed to boil some water. 

She walked out of the hall and placed the knife on her footwear. She grabbed a small earthenware kettle and walked outside seeking the water and some firewood. It was cold outside but she stood at her feet doing whatever she could to aid the Ivar.

The woodpile was easy to find since Sven always ask for an extra amount of it. She filled the kettle with water and grabbed five small wood. She got in her knees and used a wood against another trying to make friction with it to find the fire, in the third attempt it finally worked making a small fire burn on it, the cool wind helped and it speedily spread through the other woods. She held the kettle and waited for it to warm up. When it did she wipe off the small fire and walked inside. She saw a fabric placed on the long table and grabbed it as well.

She entered Ivar’s room and saw him the same way she had when she left the place, but a few droplets of sweat adorned his forehead. “I can’t believe you came back.” He said holding the furs and pulling it up on his body. Her hands were shaking slightly. “Why are you trembling?”

She placed the kettle on the small table and took his cup.“It is cold outside.” She replied carelessly.

Ivar widened his eyes in shock. “Did you go outside?” How could she go to before-mentioned affliction solely to assist him?

“How do you think I was going to boil some water? I couldn’t just put the fire in the large fireplace in the middle of the great hall. It would wake everybody up.” She said with a valid point.

He was confused by her actions. “You hadn’t to do it.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” She walked closer to his bed and grinned at him. He adjusted his body and looked at her placing a big amount of herbs in the cup he had drunk water earlier on. “Here, the taste isn’t the best but I swear it will work.” He looked unsurely, after all, it was something she drank to help her woman’s issue not legs pain of a cripple. “Ivar, its better than nothing! And I swear I’m not poisoning you.” He nodded and made sure the furs was firm around his torso. He took the cup and looked at her before drinking it. The taste surely wasn’t the greatest but somehow the hot feeling in his throat made him less disturbed. “I also brought this.” She raised the big cloth on her palms. “It’s good to put something warm in the area where it’s sore inside.”

He shook his head. “It won’t work.”

She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even try.” He drank another amount of the tea and shook his head trying to make the taste less disgusting. She got up and placed the cloth inside the kettle warming the fabric with heated water, hot enough to alleviate the pain but not enough that could be unable to hold it in her palms. “Here, try it.” She held it in the air expecting him to take.

“I can’t move without feeling pain in my back, Y/N.” He answered and drank the rest of the tea in a large gulp.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I can place it for you. I’m not tired anyway.” He hooded his eyes. He surely won’t let her see his horrendous legs. “What? Are you getting sick?” By his pale expression, she thought the tea had made the wrong effect on his body.

“No, it’s not that. The feeling is sort of soothing. I’ll see if it will help and let you know tomorrow. Goodnight.” He said trying to get her out of his room, he didn’t know her much but she certainly looked stubborn.

“I’m not leaving Ivar! Not till you fell asleep.”

“But I don’t want you here, then leave me alone.” He said in a serious tone. His answer was a solid punch in the arm. “What was that for?”

“For your stubbornness, I am trying to help, the tea isn’t a magical elixir which will make your pain go away in seconds, it will be better to help the pain outside too.”

“Okay,” He grabbed the cloth. “Are you happy? Now go away.”

She looked at him. “You won’t use it.” Ivar took a deep breath at her actions. Is that feeling Ubbe feels every single time Ivar does something stupid?

Another pain got the best of him, he grunted and almost broke the cup on his hand. She grabbed it and placed it on the floor. “Please.” She said softly searching for his eyes.

It had crossed his mind that possibility. But she was an unfamiliar person, and he can’t just let people see the part of himself that he hated the most. He looked at her and saw serenity at her features, after all, she had gone outside in the cold just to boil him some water and gave him her herbs to soothe his pain. 

So, he agreed, insecurely.

She knew it was personal to him, he didn’t allow people to see it and had rumors about what happened when people fooled them. He was cold, he was cruel, he was definitely everything people tells about him. But he was just a human boy that was suffering. “Just if you are comfortable, I don’t want to be to forward.” He chuckled and nodded.

She stood up and got the kettle bringing it closer to his body. She grabbed the furs that were on his waist and looked at him silently asking permission, he nodded and she took the furs softly. “Wait!” He said in a loud whisper she froze and looked at him. He grabbed the small part of extra fur it had on the pillows and placed it on his lap, he was naked.

He shook his head and she started to pull the thick furs out of his body, his legs were completely exposed to her eyes. He looked down at his legs and up to her eyes looking for any sign of repugnance as the slave had done on the terrible day he decided to have his first fuck. Y/N smiled softly trying to calm his nerves down and sat beside him. Gladly the kettle was made of earthenware so it managed to keep the warmth inside of it.

“Anywhere specifically hurts now?” She asked calmly, squeezing the excess of water out of the cloth. He took a deep breath trying to ignore the mere fact that someone was looking at his ugly parts, and slowed down his heartbeat and paid attention to where the pain was focused at the moment. 

He pointed to his mid-thigh, Y/N nodded and bit her lower lip, she didn’t want to hurt him in any way. “Tell me if it hurts.”

He nodded, the cloth was softly placed on his pale skin. He kept calm and didn’t shiver as she expects him to, she looked up and he had his eyes closed.

She kept doing so in every part he would point letting her now it was the place the sharp pain was occurring until the water became cold and his eyes got heavier in each second. She placed the kettle and cloth on the floor and covered his body again. “Do you need any help to move?” He was a bit shocked but Y/N didn’t know why. 

He shook his head in a silently no. She gave him a good night and walked back to her room.

She thought it was awkward, of course, his legs weren’t normal but he got well with her help, and then, in the end, he became so flustered. She let the thought go and got back to her room, laying in the warm bed, neither Hagalaz nor Zina had sensed her absence.

In the other room, Ivar was completely shocked. The pain had subsided and he will surely ask about those herbs later on. 

The warmth helped his muscles and cartilage relax and he didn’t know how sensitive his legs were since he spent the majority of time avoiding even looking at them. 

He could also feel the tiring come to him. But then he felt some awkward “feeling” on his low abdomen area and on his useless prick. 

It was throbbing. When he realized it he closed his eyes and tried to pretend rudeness, Y/N must have realized since she excused and left his room. When she did so he uncovered his legs and saw something he hadn’t witnessed before, not even when he hit puberty, he was with an erection.

She did what he thought was impossible.

The following hours Ivar didn’t know what to do, would he stroke it up and down? But what if his pain appeared again after he does so? But what if he did cum and it would make a mess in the whole bed. 

It was because of his legs? Of how sensitive they are, what if it was Y/N’s appearance that managed to? She was clearly more attractive than the slave the boys had shared.

He was going crazy because of it, his prick did work. Now people can’t say he couldn’t satisfy a woman. Ivar smiled thinking about Sigurd’s trials to make him ashamed of his useless prick. Evidently it wasn’t so useless after all. Ivar started to think if he would be able to have kids, but what if his curse goes to his poor babies? Ivar surely didn’t sleep that night.

                                   …

The next morning Sven woke up and ordered the slaves to make a huge brunch. Bjørn and Halfdan were talking about Ivar’s behavior and if he deserved to go in the next battle. Bjørn was a smart man, he tried to use his life knowledge in every aspect, but his younger brother surely didn’t help him.

“He needs to go, I mean he is your brother Bjørn. Try to talk to him later.” Halfdan said and walked to sit at the extensive full table.

Later minutes after all of the important warriors were gathered around the room eating. Sven stood up and raised his horn. “May the gods bless us and make the next adventure full of luck and victories. I hope our new alliance remains strong and it keeps following into the next generations. Skål.” Everyone raised their cups/horns and said ‘skål’ as well.

Y/N went to training with a Zina and since Hvitserk invited her for a small duel she agreed and went for it, they passed by Ivar whose acted like he had never seen her before, she smiled at him but he avoided her eyes. 

She thought it was odd, last night was an error? She helped the man and he acted like she wasn’t even there.

The training with Hvitty took longer than she expected, they tried all the movements they knew and taught each other some personal things to do in battle. 

Ubbe and Siggurd joined them and it became a big contest of who would win. The training took even longer and they just stopped when they realized they were hungry, at her presence, Hvitserk had forgotten to eat, what a miracle.

They ate and Bjørn asked to talk with Y/N, she agreed and they talked about a few ideas here and there. Bjørn tried the hardest and kept it cool but her appearance, fighting skills, and politeness will always get him shocked.

Y/N liked the Ragnarsons, she really did. Even with their flirting here and there it wasn’t so annoying, she had avoided too many men in her life. 

Gladly the boys didn’t grab her arm and said awful things, they acted like friends and the flirts were almost soft. But she required a time to think, to only herself. She walked out of the woods with her sword in a holster just in case. She had been there before so she knew a waterfall was close by.

She had never witnessed anyone in the water so in every opportunity she was in Sven’s land, she jumped on it. She started to take her clothes off and placed her sword on it above them. The pile was behind a rock nearby the water, just in case, some threat appeared.

Y/N walked through the riverside and stood under the water falling, the water hit the rocks and it made it cascade over her form. The water was cold, but she wanted so to clean her sweat away and refresh her body and mind.

                                   …

Ubbe was sat at the small barn warriors used to sharpen their weapons. “When we will leave? Tomorrow?” Ubbe asked, Hvitserk looked at Bjørn since he was chatting with Sven earlier.

Bjørn bit his apple. “Tomorrow when the sun rises,”

“We will arrive attacking?” Sigurd asked. Ivar was sharpening his axe and stared at Bjørn, even after all the happenings in the night prior, he was still mad at Bjørn’s words.

“No, Sven wants to talk with their king, of course, we will attack some villages just to send him a message.”

“Then we will try to discuss it politically?” Sigurd shrugged his shoulders.

Hvitserk liked to fight, he surely felt alive in the battlefield killings his enemies, but maybe trying to take a few lands using policy would save time and lives. “I think it can work.” He answered and nodded his head.

Ivar scoffed. “You are all too soft, what we craved to do? Come here make an alliance and sail to Ireland and take whatever we want. We are Vikings, we need to use our force, not discuss something as a Christian.” He answered and spat on the floor after the ‘Christian’ name mentioned.

“I want to talk Ivar, alone,” Bjørn said and Ubbe looked at Ivar, who nodded and all of them left. “Listen,” Bjørn scratched the back of his neck. “You are my brother. We don’t have the same mother and I know the majority of your life I wasn’t always near, but I do love and care about you. You’re my blood and your blood is mine.” Ivar watched him. “Together we can make the impossible possible, I want to keep what our father started, and outset fights randomly won’t help. We need that agreement and whatever other we may go after. So I’m asking you to try to behave. We all will go to Ireland but you need to listen. Because this isn’t your army only, are ours! And whoever dies in there will be on our back.” Bjørn said, Ivar was quiet and didn’t say any funny remark. 

Bjørn threw the rest of the apple outside the barn and elevated his hand going to Ivar’s reach. “Brothers?” Ivar looked at his hand and lifted his own shaking it.

“Brothers.” He said.

                                  …

In the night Ivar didn’t feel pain, maybe it was because his body got used to the new weather, or maybe the tea was still in his organism preventing any further pain. 

He wondered that night about Bjørn’s words and how Y/N had helped him in the night prior, he liked the feeling of being cared for, he knew his brothers liked him, but someone outside helping him made him feel significant. 

But then he began to recall about Sven’s words, of how smart and strategic she is, Y/N PrettySword or Y/N DeathKiss, she probably had vanquished powerful men in that way, she probably sees people’s weak points and takes advantage of them.

Ivar shook his head in rage, he thought she had played with his intelligence, she likely had thought he was as stupid as his brothers that would do anything for a “dress tail”.

That’s why he had ignored her the whole day, and he will keep doing so. It doesn’t matter if she had seen his hideous legs or had witnessed him weakly, he wouldn’t let her take residence inside his mind nor heart. If he did, he surely would end up hurt and would be described dumb as all the other men that had proposed to her. Ivar shook his head and sent a pray to Odin, without any pain he slept fine that night.

                                  …

The day after everyone woke up before the sun rose, the ships were filled with food and water and they got ready for the sail. The people mixed with each other so in a few boats were Y/N’s warriors mixed with the Ragnarson’s and Sven’s ones. In the ship ahead it was Y/N, Sven, Bjørn, Hvitserk, and Ivar. In the one behind it were Ubbe, Siggurd, Floki and Halfdan.

Ivar was using a long coat since the weather was chilly, and he had his hood on, he always hated to sail, it made him nauseous and he always had flashbacks of the night his father’s boat sunk and he spent minutes under the ferocity salt water while he was being held by the ropes in the mast -that he father had placed to protect him since his legs don’t work so he couldn’t be able to swim and he surely would drown-. He knew the gods had saved him, it was the only reason.

The younger Ragnarson face was almost green, Y/N was with her mouth full and was sat in the poop part of ship aside Hvitserk that was telling stories about his childhood, it happened to her glance at Bjørn and saw how Ivar was looking sick behind him, she shifted her body so she could spit the water out of her mouth in the sea. Hvitserk looked at her bewildered.

She grabbed the small bottle it had close to the main deck and walked to Ivar’s reach, he was sat on the floor gazing at the horizon trying to make things less nauseated. “Take a long sip and leave it in your mouth.” Y/N said and he looked at her. 

He sucked a breath and darted his eyes to the sea avoiding her existence.

She propped on her knees. “I hate sailing too, it makes me nauseous. But whenever I put water in my mouth and leave it there it makes it less bad.” She said, he overlooked her words. She scoffed at how stupid he was ignoring her in that way. “Okay. But if you vomit everyone will laugh at you.” She placed the bottle to her lips and placed a few of the water inside her mouth, she capped it and left it close to his feet.

Ivar glance up and saw her walking back to Hvtiserk. He didn’t want to do so, it was foolish and it wouldn’t work. But she was right, the title of a prince doesn’t matter when you are the weak one that would throw up on a boat/ship. 

Especially as Vikings. 

He took a few gups to help his thirsty and placed a small amount inside his mouth, he looked at Y/N and she was listening Hvisterk, her mouth was closed and he could see by her cheeks that she did actually have water inside. He just didn’t know why she was helping him, if she deems she will be capable to make Ivar The Boneless another name on her list, she was wrong.

He will make sure of that.

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