#ubbe x plus size reader

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Forever thankful

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Ubbe Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader / Hvitserk Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader

Summary: Ubbe falls in love with his brothers wife.

Word count: 5,818

Warnings: fluff. angst. cheating. fat shaming. assault on reader (not detailed). mentions of sex. slight mention of rape but it doesn’t happen! smut(?). wanting to die (but not suicide / I honestly don’t know how to word it I’m sorry.)

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Hvitserk was a fool.

Hvitserk was truly the biggest fool Ubbe had ever known.

He had a beautiful wife. A beautiful, kind, loving, sweet wife, sitting at home all alone whilst he was sat in the great hall with a woman sitting on his lap, one hand disappearing under her skirts as the other one cupped her face whilst his tongue was practically down her throat.

Ubbe was having to bite his tongue to keep himself quiet as Margrethe sat tense beside him, her normally bright blue eyes turned darker when the woman sat upon Hvitserks lap began moaning softly, Ubbe knew exactly why his wife was tense, she was jealous. Jealous of the woman who was sitting on her married brother in laws lap, jealous of the woman that would be warming her married brother in laws bed that night and not her.

He knew that his wife warmed more than just his brothers bed, of course he did, he was there most times, but ever since Hvisterk married the woman who now sat in their small cottage all alone - those moments were now rare. Not knowing that his wife and brother were now meeting up in secret. In all truth, he thought that his brother wouldn’t be seeking other skirts to chase, not when he had such a beautiful wife awaiting him at home every night.

The woman’s unabashed loud moans had Ubbe slamming down his knife and fork on the table. “Do you really have to do that here whilst we are trying to eat?”

“What’s your problem?” Hvisterk asked amused as he finally pulled himself away from the woman’s neck where he was decorating it in marks.

Choosing to ignore his brother he turned to the woman. “You do know he is married, right?”

“So?” She giggled in a breathless moan. “I don’t see her here, do you?”

Without saying another word to anyone he stood up and walked out of the hall. His brothers wife, so sweet and caring didn’t deserve a husband like the one she was given, Ubbe thought as he walked away from his brothers and wife, ignoring their calls for him to come back.

The first time he saw the woman who was going to marry his brother was nearly two years prior, her father was an Earl from the neighbouring village who had fought alongside Ragnar in every battle his father had. Ubbe stood by his nervous brother laughing lightly at Sigurds and Ivars taunts as the longboat came to a halt next to the docks, the young woman was accompanied only by her older brother as her father had died three years earlier, the first thing he had noticed was that her body was bigger than the women in Kattegat - filling out the pretty dress better than anyone else who would have worn it. As she got closer he couldn’t remove his eyes away from her face, it truly was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her wide, bright eyes were kept on the queen as introductions were made. His feet wanted to step forward when Aslaug said. “This is my son, the one you’ll marry.” But unfortunately his name wasn’t called, no, no it was Hvisterk, the one that had scratch marks on his back given to him by the farmers wife, knowing that fact had acid burning in his throat.

That night after everyone had gone to bed, the four brothers gathered around the hearth with cups of mead. “I can’t marry her.”

“Why?” Sigurd questioned.

“She’s fat!” His favourite out of his brothers cried. “I can’t have a fat wife!”

“She’s pretty.” Ivar spoke quietly from his spot next to Ubbe. “And she has wide hips, great for bearing children.”

Hvisterk laughed, a cold and cruel laugh. “I will not be giving her my seed! I don’t want a fat pig like her having my children.”

Sigurd looked towards the hallway with a sad smile on his lips as Ubbe tried to make his brother see sense. “You’ll need to have a child or two with her, you’ll grow to love her Hvit.”

“No I don’t and I won’t. I’d rather have bastards than give that fat woman my seed.”

Even Ivar, the one that was the heartless out of them sighed in disappointment. “She seems nice.”

“You marry her then!” Hvitserk snapped.

“I would if I could.” The youngest shrugged. “But unfortunately for her she’s been promised to you.”

“Why unfortunately? She should be lucky.”

Ubbe blanked out the rest of the conversation turned argument between his brothers, gulping down the rest of his drink he stood up and bid his goodbyes, only slowing down when Sigurd called out his name. “She heard.”

“What?”

“Lady Y/n, she heard what our idiot brother was saying about her.”

“How-”

“I saw her Ubbe, she looked like she was going to cry. I mean I would too if I was her.”

“Hopefully it’s just the mead talking. Goodnight brother.”

In the three weeks that Lady Y/n and her brother was in Kattegat Hvitserk spent hardly any time with her, Ubbe watched as the brightness of her eyes dim with each day. On her wedding day she hardly smiled and when she did he could tell it was forced, that night he watched as his brother drank more and more then clumsily dragged his new wife towards his bedroom.

Margrethe giggled as she told him that Hvitserk had told her that he called his wife by the former thralls name as he emptied his seed inside her.

She wouldn’t have been giggling as if she had heard the funniest joke if she had known that her own husband was thinking of his brother’s new wife whilst he was inside of her.

He knew it was wrong, he was lucky to have married a woman he loved unlike his brother, he had always thought that Margrethe was beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on her - but Y/n, Y/n’s beauty would have made Freyja herself jealous. Every time he saw her give a genuine smile he wanted more, most preferably aimed at him. Her eyes would light up each time the children of Kattegat would come and speak to her, shyly handing her a flower they had plucked themselves from near the woods or gifting her a nice smooth pebble they had found - it always warmed his heart, unlike his wife’s attitude towards the innocent little ones, always turning her nose up at them and dismissing them as if they were nothing. He wanted nothing more than to be able to call Y/n his wife, to be able to feel her smooth skin under his rough hands - the thought of being able to feel her curves and plumb skin always had his length swell. And most importantly he wanted nothing more to do the very thing that Hvitserk was denying himself of - starting a family.

“Ah! P-Prince Ubbe.” Hearing her startled voice had him snapping out of his memories, shaking his head in confusion he didn’t realise that his feet had led him to his brother and sister in laws cottage. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Blue, normally bright but now dark due to the night sky, eyes noticed the red and purple stains on her apron, a small smile appeared on his lips knowing that she was probably making her infamous cake that he and Ivar loved so much. In her arms held several pieces of chopped wood. “What are you doing?”

“Dropping these off to the neighbour, her husband has died recently and she’s been left with three children, one being a newborn,” lifting the logs higher. “and I chopped way to many this morning so I’m giving them to her.”

Always thoughtful, always generous. He thought to himself. “Here, let me help you.”

“Thank you.” Handing over the logs carefully she turned and picked up a basket. “I have filled it with some food and some clothes I had made for the babe.”

His heart ached in his chest. He knew for fact that she didn’t make those clothes for her neighbours newborn babe, but for her own. Despite hearing Hvitserk’s words that night she thought that maybe the gods would have allowed the seed he had planted in her womb to take place after their wedding night even when he was rough as he took her maidenhood, fucking her as if she meant nothing to him, spilling his seed with another woman’s name falling from his lips - but it never did, but that didn’t stop her from making them, she had hoped that the words she heard from her soon to be husband would have just been that, words, that maybe he would have grown to love her and that they could be happy. Now over a year into their marriage she was only touched once by her husband, she gave up that hope, that dream of having her own children, the basket beside the fireplace that began filling up with baby clothes was left abandoned, just as she was.

“Y/n-”

“It’s fine.” She smiled softly up at him. Guiding him towards the neighbour, Ubbe couldn’t force his wandering eyes away from the sway of her hips, smiling warmly at the neighbour as she profusely thanked Y/n for everything. “Would you like come in?”

He hadn’t even realised that they were back at her cottage. “Yes please.” The warmth of her home she shared with his brother was so different from his own home, how? he couldn’t really explain, maybe it was because she did everything in the home, she no longer had any thralls freeing them after she walked in on Hvitserk having sex with one of them in their marital bed. Or maybe it was the way her home was always so inviting and cosy or maybe it was just because it was her home. But what ever the reason was, he knew that he was happier being in her home than he was at his own cottage that he shared with his wife.

“Would you like something to eat?”

Despite him already having something to eat, his stomach growled, he didn’t even get to finish his meal in the hall. Nodding with a soft smile on his face he looked up at her from the seat he was occupying at the table. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay.” Gently placing the plate in front of him, she grabbed her own and sat down across from him. “It would have gone to waste anyway.”

“You did this for him?”

“Of course, he is my husband.” Dropping her knife and fork she stood up and rushed over to the counter and grabbed the jug full of mead and a cup. “I forgot to offer this for you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Now sit and eat, I can fill my own cup.” Pouring his drink his eyebrows pulled together when he noticed that she didn’t have a cup too. “Do you not want a drink?”

“Oh no, thank you though.”

As they ate in comfortable silence, the only sound coming from inside the cottage was the crackling from the fireplace and Ubbe sighing with each bite in satisfaction at the taste of her cooking. “That was delicious Y/n.”

Her cheeks turned red at his compliment. “Thank you.” Standing up once more, she took his plate and hers away from the table.

“You haven’t finish your food?”

“It is fine, I’m not hungry anymore.” He nodded though he was skeptical. “He isn’t coming back tonight, is he?”

Gulping down the rest of his drink, he tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m not sure.”

“He probably won’t.” She shrugged as she washed the plates. “He only comes back when he needs clean clothes, leaving me with his dirty ones that I have to clean and sow.”

There was no malice in her voice as she spoke, to him it sounded as she had just given up. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about prince Ubbe.”

“He is my brother, I have to apologise for his behaviour and actions towards you and your marriage.”

“He’s not bad.” She sighed as he pulled a face. “He doesn’t hit me, he doesn’t force me to lay with him, he gives me enough coin for each month, so no, he isn’t a bad husband.”

“Just because he doesn’t hit you or rape you doesn’t make him a good husband, he’s left you alone whilst he chases after other women.”

“Your wife being one of them.” She says softly. “He is happy, that’s all that matters.”

It was his turn to sigh, he couldn’t argue with her, but he truly thought that after his brother married that the agreement of sharing Margrethe would have come to an end. “And what of your happiness?”

“It does not matter.”

“Yes it does.”

“I am happy.” It was a lie, she knew that and so did he. “I would like you to leave now please, I’m tired.” Another lie but she didn’t want to keep having this conversation.

“Very well, goodnight princess.”

Three months later Ubbe spent most of his time with Y/n, helping her with everything ranging from: chopping wood, hunting, cooking, cleaning and she had even taught him how to correctly sow. He truly enjoyed every second he spent with her - even when she did laugh at him when he somehow managed to trip over the broom he was using to sweep up.

He loved just sitting in front of the fireplace with her and talk about everything and anything, he learned so much about her - things that he doubted his brother even knew. His muscles would finally relax whenever he was with her, she became a home to him, he was able to be himself and talk about his dreams of being a simple farmer - he remembered the time he told Margrethe about his dream, she just laughed at him, but not Y/n, no she smiled softly at him and told him that he would be an amazing farmer with so many cute animals.

It was easy being with Y/n, it was easy for him to fall in love with her.

The brothers had decided to go into the woods where they could practice, Ubbe listened as Ivar and Sigurd argued about whose arrow had hit the target in the eye - both claiming it was their own, when only one was correct and of course it was Ivars but he kept quiet. His bright blue eyes searched for Hvitserk, rolling them when he found him, he was kissing a woman who Ubbe had never seen before.

The youngest two of them pulled a face when Hvitserk came jogging up to them. “I’m going to the cabin.” Without waiting for a response he jogged back over to the woman and took her by the hand and lead them away towards where the cabin sat.

“I’m going to go.” Ubbe said interrupting his two brothers who carried on their argument. “And Sigurd it was Ivars.”

The blond groaned whilst the youngest laughed. “Are you going to see Y/n?”

“What?” Ivar just smirked at him. “How do you know?”

“I know everything brother.” Tapping the side of his head. “And plus you brought me a slice of cake, knowing I only like the ones that Y/n makes.”

“Don’t say anything.” Ubbe pointed to his brothers. “It’s nothing, okay? I’m just spending time with her because she’s lonely.”

“And because you love her.” Sigurd laughed whilst Ivar nodded in agreement. “I think this will be the only time that me and the cripple will ever agree on anything, but we promise not to say anything.”

“Yes, snakey here is right. You deserve to be happy Ubbe.”

Ubbe couldn’t believe what he was hearing honestly, all four of them would argue and even fight with each other but Ivar and Sigurd, never ever got on, never really had anything nice to say about the other. Y/n wasn’t going to believe him when he told her. “You won’t tell Hvitserk?”

“Why would we tell him? He’s been a terrible husband to her.”

“Right. Okay, well I’m going to go, please don’t kill each other whilst I’m gone.”

Plucking a flower from the ground he held it carefully in his hand as he made his way towards the cottage, with a smile on his face he knocked twice on the wooden door. His eyebrows pulled together with worry and confusion as she had yet to answer, he only relaxed when he heard her sweet voice. “Hi-” he cut himself off as her face came into view. Her pretty face was bruised. A cut on her cheek and across her chin. Her left eye slightly swollen. And when he looked down his fists clenched even tighter, a dark bruise was covering her neck. “Who did this?”

“I-it doesn’t matter.” Her voice hoarse and not soft like it always is.

“Who, Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Gently pushing her back so he could step inside, he kicked the door shut behind him. From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of her table on its side and several chairs had been destroyed, her things had been thrown around the room - his heart clenched when he saw the small jewellery box that her father had made for her a few months before he passed away, on the floor and broken. “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Hvitserk?”

“No! No it wasn’t him.” Sitting down on the only chair that hadn’t been broken, she sighed. “A man, he knocked on the door last night and I thought it was you, bu-but it wasn’t. Anyway he was angry because the woman he was supposed to marry was caught in the barn with Hvitserk, he said he doesn’t want to marry the prince’s whore.”

“What is his name?”

“I don’t know and that’s the truth.”

“What about her name?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “He has loads of women so it could be anyone.”

It was his brother’s fault. It was all Hvitserk’s fault. If he had just been faithful to his wife then a man wouldn’t have taken his anger out on sweet, kind, beautiful Y/n. She didn’t deserve it, she didn’t deserve a husband as cowardly as the one she got, she didn’t deserve to have her delicate skin damaged by a man who was angry, she didn’t deserve this man’s anger since it was aimed at the wrong person. She deserved better, a better life, a better husband. She deserved nothing but love, respect, happiness and devotion.

Ubbe wanted nothing more than to run up to the cabin where Hvitserk was currently fucking a woman that wasn’t his wife and beat some sense into him, then he would find the man who dared to put his dirty hands on his Y/n and make sure that this man didn’t have a seat at Odin’s table.

But then he looked down at her where she still sat on the chair, nervously twisting a bit of her dress in her hands. His brother and unknown man was going to have to wait for his anger. “Let me clean your wounds, okay?”

“You don’t-”

“I know.” Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her forehead and gathered everything he needed. Slowly and gently he cleaned the cuts on her cheek and chin, as he concentrated he could feel her eyes on him which caused his cheeks to tint red.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up.”

“I can do that.”

“I know you can but I’m here.” Putting down the broom he was using he gently pushed her to sit back down on the chair. “Just sit and relax.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiled softly at her before continuing his work, gently scolding her every time she tried to help and he even refused her help with turning the table on all fours. When he was finished he looked around the cottage and hated how much emptier it now seemed without her trinkets and jars. “I promise I’ll get you some new chairs and some new jars, oh I saw a really nice one yesterday on the market - I’ll go and see if it’s still there tomorrow.”

Cutting his rambling off. “You don’t need to do that Ubbe.”

“I know-”

“I know you know but it is not your responsibility to take care of this.”

“You’re right, it’s Hvitserks but do you really think he would?”

“No.” She sighed softly. “No he wouldn’t but it isn’t his responsibility either, it’s mine.”

His thin eyebrows pulled together and downwards as his face scrunched up in disgust. “You really think that? You are his wife! This is his home, he should be here taking care of you and not-”

“With another woman?” She cut him off. “He does not care for me, Ubbe. The only reason why that man didn’t kill me last night was because I begged him, I begged him to kill me, I begged and begged and unfortunately he didn’t.”

Taking a step back from her as if she had burnt him, the blue in his eyes went brighter due to the tears that wanted to fall. “W-what? Why? Why would you beg such a thing?”

“So I can be free, so that Hvitserk will be free. With me gone he’d be able to marry someone he truly loves, someone worthy of his time and love.” Stepping closer to him she slowly raised her hand to cup his face. “All I have ever wanted was to be loved, to be respected, to be able to share my life with someone but that won’t happen in this life and I’ve accepted that.”

“And that’s your reason to want to die? To leave me?” One of his hands went to her waist as the other held her hand that was still resting on his face. “My brother is a fool, but so am I. I thought I married someone for love but I didn’t know what love was until I met you. You don’t need to accept being lonely or being unloved because I’m here, I’m here to be by your side, I’m here to love you until my time comes and even then I will still love you.”

Tears streamed down her face freely as he spoke, through blurred vision she searched his eyes for any indication of him being untruthful with his words when she didn’t find any she did something that shocked not only herself but the man in front of her. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Her cheeks went bright red with embarrassment because just like Hvitserk on their wedding day, Ubbe didn’t kiss her back. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She stuttered in a whisper, feeling like the biggest idiot ever she began to pull away from him, frowning slightly when she realised that he wasn’t letting her go. Before she could say anything Ubbe smiled softly then he kissed her, it was slow at first which she was grateful for as this was the second time she had kissed someone but as it turned more heated she happily followed his lead.

He smiled to himself when he felt her hands beginning to tug on his clothes, he was more than happy to comply with her unspoken wishes and stood proudly before her naked as the day as he was born. Laying her down gently on the softest of furs in front of the lit fireplace, he couldn’t tear his lips away from hers as his hands roamed her frame - when he finally removed her dress off his eyes turned even darker with lust, with admiration, with love. Moving ever so slowly down her naked body he left a trail of wet kisses, repeating his actions when he thought he had left a spot untouched by his lips, licking his lips he locked eyes with hers as he began devouring her just like the meaning of his name, he was truly a wolf as her limbs became weak and floppy. He couldn’t wait no longer, he needed to feel her around him, kissing her passionately, he smiled softly at her, never have I ever seen more of a beautiful sight he thought to himself as he began pushing his hardness into her, both sighing in content at the feeling of them joining as one.

Keeping himself buried deep inside her as they came down from their peaks praises of how well she did and how amazing she is fell from his lips in between kissing every inch of her face. A shocked gasp came from her when he picked her body up from off the ground he promised her that she was fine, carrying her in his arms he walked the both of them into her bedroom where he placed her gently on the bed that she shared with his brother. Her scent filled his senses as he slid into the comfy bed, no traces of his brother was present as his wrapped his arms around her, he fell asleep not long after she did, falling asleep before whispering I love you into her braided hair, falling asleep happily with her wrapped up in his strong arms.

For a whole two weeks none of Ubbes family saw him and Margrethe hadn’t even realised as she was too busy with Hvitserk. And what Ubbe didn’t know was that Ivar and Sigurd were actually covering for him whenever Aslaug questioned his whereabouts.

But unfortunately the boys were running out of excuses, so they made their way towards Y/n’s cottage. “Knock then.”

“No you do it.”

“I’m a cripple!”

“And that means that you can’t knock on a door?”

“Yes.”

“It’s your legs that don’t work, not your arms.” Sigurd huffed as his brother smiled up at him sarcastically. “Fine.”

Neither one of them realising that Ubbe and Y/n were struggling to hold back their laughter behind the door at hearing the brothers little argument. Opening the door just as Sigurd was about to knock Ubbe cocked his head to the side. “What can we do for you two?”

“Mother keeps asking for you and we are now running out of excuses.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, we haven’t told anyone where you have been really.”

“Thanks.” Facing Y/n he cupped her face gently. “Are you ready?”

In all the time Sigurd and Ivar had known Y/n they had never seen her have a genuine smile on her face, but they see it as she looks up at their older brother. “I’m ready.”

Ivar looked up at Sigurd giving him a questioning look, the blond shrugged and asked. “What’s going on?”

“I’m going to ask mother to grant me and Y/n a divorce from Margrethe and Hvitserk.” Tucking in a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And then we will get married.”

Sigurd smiled. “I’m sure she will.”

“And I’m sure the thrall and the fool will be angry.” Ivar smiled.

All four of them made their way towards the great hall, Ubbes hand gently holding Y/n’s, squeezing softly when he felt her tense up as they got closer to the building. Aslaug was sat upon her throne, squinting slightly when she saw the two holding hands, a subtle grin on her lips. “Sons, Y/n.”

“Mother.” As Ubbe took a step forward towards his mother Hvitserk and Margrethe came around the corner, the prince with his arm around the former thralls waist, both giggling. “Queen Aslaug I’m here to ask you to grant me a divorce from my wife.”

That got the pair to stop giggling. Hvitserks arm slipping slowly from Margrethe’s waist.

“What?” The blonde woman stuttered.

Aslaug nodded, not letting Ubbe answer. “Divorce granted.”

“Thank you.”

“You can’t do this!” Margrethe shouted. “On what grounds? Y-you need a reason!”

“He is a prince, he doesn’t need a reason.” Aslaug responded. “I assume you wish for a divorce too, Y/n.”

She could feel Hvitserks green eyes burning the side of her face, she tried to ignore it as best as she could as she took a deep breath. “Yes please.”

“Divorce granted.”

“No! No she’s my wife!” Y/n flinched at his shouting causing Ubbe and Sigurd to stand protectively in front of her. “Mother you can’t do this, she’s my wife.”

Ubbe went to speak but Aslaug held her hand up to silence him, standing up she made her way down the steps and stood in front of her second son. “Your wife? I have seen the way you have treated her, I have heard the whispers about the countless of women who you have decided to spend your time with.” Cupping his face in her hands. “She should never have been your wife Hvitserk.”

“But-”

“No. No buts. You never deserved her.” Walking up to Ubbe and Y/n, she smiled warmly. “He does, and he will be a better husband to her than you ever was and they will have the life they have always wanted.” Her grey-blue eyes went to Y/n’s stomach, a warm smile on her lips. Aslaug knew, she knew because she had a dream, a dream of her oldest son and his wife living on a farm surrounded by animals that Y/n had named even against Ubbes advice not to, her daughter in law was heavily pregnant and her son couldn’t take his hands off of her. She had never seen her son so happy before. When Aslaug woke up she was confused because she didn’t know the woman in her dream, not until a few hours later when the ship carrying the woman Hvitserk was to marry pulled up to the docks.

“But she’s mine!” Her second son shouted.

“If she was truly yours then you would have looked after her better.” She remarked. “Ubbe, Y/n you both have my blessing to marry.”

“Thank you mother.”

A month later the two got married, Hvitserk refused to show up to the wedding whilst Margrethe was held back by the queens guards. Two days before the wedding Y/n found out that she was with child when she told Ubbe, he fell to his knees and pressed several kisses to her covered stomach, promises falling from his lips of how he was going to love the babe and protect them no matter what. Aslaug had a knowing smile on her face before they even had the chance to tell her.

Hvitserk was beyond angry when he found out that Y/n was pregnant, to him she had betrayed him, and he wanted justice. Showing up at the cottage he was given by his mother as a wedding gift he was shocked to find the place completely empty. “She’s not here.” He practically jumped out of his skin at hearing a voice behind him.

“Where is she?”

“With her husband.”

“I’m her husband.” Turning around he saw Ivar sitting upon an empty crate. “She’s my wife and yet I don’t see her anywhere, do you?”

“Ah but you’re not her husband anymore, are you? No, our big brother is.”

“She belongs to me!”

“Nope, not anymore she doesn’t.”

“Where are they?”

“Did you know that Ubbe killed the man who attacked Y/n?” Ivar asked instead. “You probably didn’t, me and Sigurd was there and I do have to say that Ubbe didn’t go easy on the guy.”

Frowning and shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

“See you later.”

“Wait, where are you going? You didn’t tell me what happened.”

“I’m going?” Ivar laughed. “Did you not hear me?”

“Ivar stop playing games! What happened to Y/n?”

“When?”

“Don’t-”

“She was attacked.”

“What? When? Who did it?”

Ivar laughed again. “Don’t act like you actually care because you never did before. It happened when you were busy fucking another woman. It was done by a guy who caught you and his fiancé fucking in a barn.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I don’t want to hear it and neither would Y/n and Ubbe.” Settling himself onto the ground Ivar looked up at his brother. “Whatever the reason you had when you came here just leave them alone Hvitserk. You had your chance and lost it because you couldn’t keep it in your trousers.”

Hvitserk went inside the cottage that Y/n had made a home for the two of them and the children he swore he would never give her, sitting down on the cold wooden flooring, he pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. The reality and realisation of what he once had and what he had lost had finally caught up to him.

“Ubbe!”

“Yes my love?”

“Lady Penelope has given birth!”

Walking over to where Y/n was resting against the fence, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Twelve piglets, not bad.”

“She did so well.”

A few days after Ubbe and Y/n was married, they moved to the farm house that had been abandoned for a couple of years, after several weeks of fixing up the house with the help of Sigurd and Ivar - it became a warm and welcoming home.

Hvitserk came to visit once, he apologised to Y/n for the way he treated her during their marriage and gave her and Ubbe his blessing for them to marry - which left Ubbe unable to control his laughter seen as though they were already married and he didn’t need his brothers so called blessing.

Aslaug watched from her spot on the bench with Sigurd sitting next to her and Ivar sitting on the floor as Ubbe kept his hand on Y/n’s back, from where she was sat she couldn’t hear what the two were saying but she could see genuine smiles and hear their laughter. Looking down at Aesir who was using Ivar as a climbing frame she smiled softly. “I think he likes you.”

“Of course he does, I’m his favourite.” Ivar chuckled. “Aren’t I Aesir?” The two year old just giggled and put his little hand into Ivars mouth.

“I’m going to be the next ones favourite.” Sigurd commented. “It shouldn’t be long now before the babe comes.” Aslaug sighed and blocked out the bickering between her two sons, and kept watching Ubbe and Y/n.

Ubbe placed his hands on his wife’s large bump, absolutely loving the feeling of their child move around, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hvitserk was a fool who lost the best thing he would ever have, and for that Ubbe was forever thankful.

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MASTERLIST - Vikings Content

Once this blog was entirely turned to the Series Vikings. Now that we're opening new themes, this post is a way for you who liked my Vikings Content to keep track of my old works so you can come back in time and enjoy them one more time!

This masterlist will have content related to:

The series Vikings and its characters.

Series and side works made by Vikings Cast

Original characters in the series' universe - on demand

⁑ Anything with more than 2 chapters.

WIPs:

No WIP at the moment.

Finished:

Universe | Crossover Kriger x A Bond Between People

Et Bånd Mellem Krigere Pairing | Mads x Joy, Adrian x Reader Info | Fix It AU, crossover Kriger x A Bond Between People. ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, drugs, death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Universe | Vikings

Curse Pairing | No pair Info | Viking Age AU, Fantasy AU ⁑ Warnings: Horror, heavy ANGST, cursing, fictional creatures, mentions of death, mutilation, black magic, murder, major character deaths, blood, and violence. +18

Face the Music Pairing | Hvitserk x Plus Size! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Requested by @thiahilmarsdottir​⁑Warnings: ANGST, romance. Mentions of fat-shaming, betrayal. Erotic content.

For the Sake of All Pairing | Sigurd x Blaeja Info | Viking Age AU, multiple shots related to one another ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, Fluffy, romance, +18

His... His Only Pairing | Alfred x Reader x Ivar Info | Viking Age AU, multiple drabbles related to one another ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, romance, mentions of death, burning, betrayal, and some cursing. +18

Lady of the Lake Pairing | Sigurd x OC Info | Viking Age AU, Fantasy AU ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, romance, fantasy creatures, some cursing, mentions of death, blood, violence, and some horror. +18 

Mishaps Pairing | Hvitserk x OC/Reader Info | Modern AU, Dark AU, Mobster AU, Criminal Vikings AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, kidnapping, betrayal, 18+

Payback Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, Mobster AU, Criminal Vikings AU, Dark AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, cursing, mentions of murder, rape, death, violence, abuse, drugs, and torture. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Rangsælis Pairing | Ubbe x Wife! Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, rape, violence against women, heathenry, death. 18+ Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.  

Ravished Pairing | Ubbe x Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of death, murder, violence, dirty talk, torture, rape, women humiliation, and violence against women. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

The Wolf, The Dog, and The Maiden Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of major character’s death, underage death, murder, and violence. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Through & Through Pairing | Ivar x OC Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, crimes, torture, slavery, death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

When You Weren’t Here to See Pairing | Sigurd x Siggy Björnsðóttir Info | Viking Age AU, requested by multiple anons ⁑Warnings: Mentions of child abandonment and sensitive themes, incestuous relationship (uncle x niece), SMUT, familiar conflicts.

Wrong Choices Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Werewolves AU, Alpha x Beta x Omega Dynamics ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, Fluffy, romance, mentions of violence, blood, wounds, and cursing. +18

⁑ Little texts, scenes, and little fics with 1 or 2 chapters.

WIPs:

No WIP at the moment.

Finished:

Universe | Cast 

Marco Ilsø

Universe | Vikings

» Ragnarssons Team

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Sigurd Ragnarsson

Ivar Ragnarsson

Neutral Shots

» Viking Team

Ragnar Lothbrok

Harald Finehair

Other Vikings

» Saxon Team

Alfred, the Great

Other Saxons

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NSFW Prompt Challenge All drabbles published for Vikings in this kind of challenge.

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Valhalla Panel Scenes The Ragnar’s Sons went to Valhalla together and they’re now around the same table, drinking, feasting, fighting, and answering whatever you want to know!

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Foolish

Ubbe Ragnarsson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2079 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Ubbe coming back to York all beat up and bloody (S5E3)

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You should have expected he’d leave.

With tensions between the sons of Ragnar steadily rising since the death of Sigurd, it should have been the first thing on your mind but it wasn’t.

Somehow, you’d allowed yourself to believe that everything was going to work out.

It was foolish.

You could see that now.

After all, Ubbe and Hvitserk had just dragged themselves back to York in miserable shape, practically dripping blood on their boots, which certainly hadn’t happened within the walls.

“What happened to you?” you sighed, immediately taking an inventory of both their wounds, and ignoring the impending threat of what would happen when Ivar heard the noise of what they’d done.

It certainly wasn’t going to go over well.

“I hoped for peace” Ubbe allowed, his voice little more than a soft whisper, quickly replaced by a wince when your hand graced his swollen cheek.

It looked awful.

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to apologize for hurting him. It wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t acted so rashly in the first place.

He was just lucky to be alive.

“There is no peace to be had with them Ubbe, you know that” you tutted, shooting Hvitserk a single glance over his shoulder to try and figure out how they could have come to this decision.

Surely they were smarter than this.

You, and everyone else, were well aware of what the Saxon army was capable of and just because you’d managed to get them on the ropes didn’t mean anything.

If you ever wanted to live here in peace, they needed to be defeated on the battlefield.

Words had no hope of producing the results you needed.

In any other circumstances, you were sure Ubbe would agree.  This little stunt was nothing more than an act to prove he was more capable of leading the army than his brother.

A fact that you had never doubted until now.

“I don’t believe that” he huffed back, but shut his mouth again when he caught the look you shot him out of the corner of his eye. Given his current state, Ubbe was sure he wasn’t doing himself any favors.

He wasn’t convincing anyone with his temple split and oozing.

“I fear what it would take to convince you” you only muttered back, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with the fabric of your sleeve before eventually deciding it was useless.

The damage they’d done was too great to just be wiped away in one go. Then, without wasting another moment, you switched your attention to the younger of the two, searching his face for any kind of detrimental injury.

For the most part, they were battered with Ubbe having been dealt more flesh wounds than anything else, but that didn’t really lessen your displeasure with them.

If anything, it made it worse.

They risked their lives for nothing.

“You mustn’t let your brother lead you into such dangerous things, Hvitserk” you scolded, a small smile of reassurance blooming on your face as you looked him over.

Of all your lover’s siblings, you had always had a soft spot for the gentle male, and you found it hard to believe he would allow himself to stumble into such a foolish situation.

You expected him to know better, if no one else would.

“He wanted to prove himself a man” he whispered back, doing his best to match your caring nature as you scanned his face, tilting his jaw with the back of his hand to check his flesh.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have taken as much of a beating as Ubbe had which brought you some element of peace.

As much as you wished he hadn’t gotten hurt, some part of you felt as if it served him right for going in half cocked on such an underdeveloped plan.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s it” you hummed, bumping the older of the two with your free hand in hopes that your light teasing would put him in a better mood.

You were sure that he was hurting, given the beating he’d managed to take, and the sting to his ego was no small matter either but at least they were alive.

He’d come back to you, and for that, you had to be thankful.

Even if he’d choose to gamble with his life and the life of your favorite of his brothers, they were still breathing and that had to count for something.

Not that it would do much to sway Ivar when he got his hands on them.

You couldn’t practically hear his mocking now.

“In the future Ubbe, consider simply asking for what it is you need” you suggested, satisfied that neither man was about to come apart at the seams in front of you, a grin on your face.

He was bound to be the death of you, turning up like that after leaving your bed in the middle of the night.

If this really was about proving how much of a man he was, there were a million other ways to do that and if it wasn't, he’d taken too great a gamble with his life.

For a moment, you considered telling him that, just to drive your point home, but before you could, Ivar summoned them both to the chapel where he’d taken refuge.

That made your words far less compelling, as he was sure to do the scolding for you.

“I’ll tend to that once Ivar is finished with you” you sighed again, realizing that the youngest of Ragnar’s sons was surely going to want to make a point about this whole thing.

It would only strengthen his claim to the Great Army.

After all, no great leader would make such a rash decision without even letting anyone else know where he was going to be, and he certainly wouldn’t take his greatest asset with him.

The whole thing was a disaster.

…and considering the mess you now had to tend to, you weren’t entirely sure Ubbe didn’t deserve at least some of what was coming to him.

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Ubbe was upset when he returned, which didn’t surprise you all that much.

If you could imagine the speech his younger brother had surely given him, you were shocked he’d even come back to you in the first place.

“How did it go?” you wondered, ringing out the linen you’d prepared for him into the basin at your side, only barely taking in his frame as he entered the room.

You didn’t expect it to have gone well.

In fact, you were pretty sure that you’d heard the two yelling at one another at one point from down the hall, but in the matters of Ragnar’s sons, you tried to remain as distant as possible.

They were like a litter of piglets sometimes, squealing and carrying on, back and forth with no end in sight.

No self respecting lady would put herself through that if it could be avoided.

“We’re leaving tomorrow” Ubbe answered back, not even hesitating in his decision as he plopped down on your shared bed, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

He didn’t want to.

The potential this place had for a farming community was far too great to just give up on but given what had happened with the Saxons to begin with, then the conversation with Ivar, it wasn’t going to happen.

He’d have better luck getting a blind man to see than he would of ever getting Ivar to see things his way.

It would just be better for both of you if you returned to Kattegat and started a new course of action.

There was no place for either of you in York, and he’d been a fool to think that there ever could be.

“And where will we go?” you hummed, setting yourself up in front of him, balancing your weight on the stool you’d dragged over from the table.

Whatever it was he’d gotten in his head, you weren’t going to argue with him outright. If Ubbe truly believed you were better off somewhere else, it was possible he was right, but you weren’t going to just leave because of a petty argument.

“Back to Kattegat, there is no place for us under Ivar’s watch” he explained, doing his best to mask the pain he was feeling better now than he’d done earlier.

It was bad enough that his brother had berated him in front of the entire Great Army, the last thing he needed was you doubting his strength too.

He’d taken a chance, and just because it didn’t work out like he’d thought it would didn’t make it the wrong choice.

It simply wasn't the right time.

There was silence between you both for a moment as you considered his words and the validity they held. Under Ivar’s influence, Ubbe definitely didn’t hold as much power as he would have liked and there was no changing that.

…but you weren’t entirely sure that Kattegat was the place for you either.

After all, the woman who murdered his mother was currently running your home and you weren’t convinced she’d welcome you with open arms either.

“If that’s what you want to do” you eventually muttered, choosing to focus more on the task at hand instead of coming  up with a more eloquent response.

The fact was that wherever he wanted to go, you’d follow the man you loved to the end of the world.

You just wanted him to be sure before he left, because it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be undone once he’d done it.

Ubbe’s face was cut up and swollen, focused mostly around his eye which was no prettier sight but given the alternative, you considered him lucky.

If the Saxons had attempted something like they had, there was no telling what Ivar would have done to them. You couldn’t put it past him to chop the Englishmen into bits and send them home that way, even in your imagination.

Compared to that, you were just glad they weren’t quite as sadistic as Ivar tended to be.

“You did a stupid thing, you know that?” you tutted, surveying the male’s face intently as you dabbed the blood away from the broken skin. If the Gods hadn’t been on his side out there, the Saxon’s would have surely killed him.

Even with the Gods favor, he’d nearly lost his eye.

It could have only been worse.

The boarish man only grunted in response, his eyes closed almost as tightly as his jaw as you cleaned the nasty cuts he’d come home with, a little more harshly than perhaps you needed to.

You needed him to understand that you meant it.

As boundless as your love and loyalty to the man in front of you was, that didn’t mean you were going to go along with him carelessly gambling with his life all the time.

It was serious.

“You must be more careful. I don’t know what I would do if you were killed” you whispered, a new sincerity in your tone that was a welcome sound to Ubbe.

Before now, he was beginning to think that you’d be upset with him forever over this whole mess.

“That isn’t going to happen” he hummed, that dismissive nature peaking through his preoccupied haze in a way that reminded you so candidly of his great father. If you hadn’t been so truly worried, it may have even made you laugh.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to joke now.

If he hadn’t come back, you would have been lost.

“I’m serious,” Ubbe sighed, reaching up slowly to take your wrist in his hand, stopping your current task of getting the mess he’d made of his face cleaned up for a moment.

He needed you to hear this.

“I don’t intend to go anywhere, anytime soon” he assured, letting you go only once he was content that you’d heard every word he said.

Then, once he’d decided that you believed him, he let go of your hand and forced his mind back to the topic at hand.

If the two of you were going to venture back to Kattegat tomorrow, there was quite a bit to be done, and he’d have to do it all rather quickly.

That meant that, no matter how much you would have preferred it to the brotherly feuding, you couldn’t sit here hiding from the world forever.

[castielsangelsx]

Me Before You (ModernIvar! x Reader) Part One

Summary: Ivar is less than happy with your help. 

(hope its okay, let me know what you guys think so far.)

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It was the day you had lost your job at a cafe, the cafe you had been working at for over 5 years. Coming home to tell your family that you no longer had a job meant that your hopes for your future dwindled to nothing. All your dreams crushed all because the small cafe down the road was out of business.

However, the advert that seemed to give you an ounce of hope had popped up on your job search that night. It seemed like fate.

Laying on your bed with your laptop propped on your stomach and your older sister, Lily, laying by your side.

There the ad said:

HOUSEKEEPER AND CAREGIVER

SKILLS: N/A

URGENT HIRING

So typing away your details onto the application requirement, with your fingers crossed and toes crossed for a chance. Lily squeezed your shoulder, "you sure this job would suit you? I mean theirs no skills required, at least that'll fit." You let out an offended scoff, and she laughs jokingly. "I'm kidding, but seriously. The interviews are in a day, are you sure? This city has plenty of jobs out there, don't give up hope." You sigh at the reality of her words.

"I know Lil, but I mean, this doesn't look too bad." She smiles and gives you a reassuring squeeze on your arm—scanning over the details of the interview.

"I know that cafe, isn't it underneath that apartment complex?" You furrow your eyebrows and attempt to visualize the location of her specification. "Anyway, are there any other details for the job." Scanning over the application, you found nothing of importance but the email address you needed to send your resume and references. Aslaug Lothbrok.

Your sister looked over the name for a moment and hummed, "Lothbrok sounds familiar." You tilt your head and look over the title once more. The ring of the last name bounced along with your brain.

"Yeah, it does. Anyway, I better be preparing for that interview. I need something to wear." Hopping up onto your feet, scanning your cupboard, your sister laughs.

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You'd arrived at the interview half an hour early, with nervous jitters and a full cup of coffee, you had discarded as a result of the nerves, you sat outside the cafe. The cafe you had arrived at was small but modern and was located directly underneath a tall apartment complex.

You hadn't realized how long it had been since you had an interview because you had completely forgotten how to think of answers in your own head. The time had sped, chewing away at your nails and rereading your resume you had read in an attempt to calm the jitters.

"Miss L/n?" You nod quickly looking to meet a tall woman. Standing up straight as fast as you could, she lends her hand out to shake, and you shake it. She was gorgeous. She had thin oval eyes and a perfect smile. She was far from what you envisioned.

She wore neat clothes, she was professional, and her stature supported that idea for sure.

Motioning to the small table and chair set within the little cafe, you took a seat. With a copy of your resume in hand, you pass it over to Aslaug as she holds a clipboard in hand.

She looks over your resume before looking up at you again, looking you over for a moment.

"Your previous employer says you're hardworking and chatty?" She looks over your resume with care.

"Yes," you say with a forced smile on your face. Anxiety eating away at your gut, your leg shaking up and down onto the ground.

"Any previous caregiving roles?" She asks, tilting her head in question.

"Um, not really, I've cared for my grandfather once after he broke his hip." You mentally facepalm at your words. She furrows her eyebrows and looks to you,

"Have you had any experience with osteogenesis imperfecta?" Your eyes widened, oh lord.

"Um, no, ma'am, I have not." She furrowed her eyebrows at your answer. You knew this was the end. "I can learn, I'm a fast learner." Aslaug raised her eyebrows now and then looked down at her clipboard.

"Why should I give you this job? You have demonstrated a lack of response to my key question." You were desperate. This job meant the world.

"I'm sorry I just really need a job. I'm a quick learner, and I would be happy to help your husband in any way."

"My husband?" She asked with her head tilted and shock on her face, "No, this is for my son Ivar." You gulp harshly. 

"I can make a mean cup of tea." You say, with a hopeful smile on your face, and she seemed to soften her features. She looked you over for a moment before sighing.

"Would you like the job?" She asked, and your eyes widened in complete shock. You nod vigorously.

"Of course."

"You've got the job." Your smile turns wide, and without thought, she stands up, and with a handful of keys, she hands them to you. "These are the apartment keys, I'll show you the way up. Ivar isn't to be woken, so these keys will be of help."

 Nodding at her words before placing them into your handbag. Leading the way towards the elevator past a set of doors, you step inside. She presses on the 4th level and looks ahead.

"Your son lives here?" She hums in response to your curiousty. A calm quiet settles as she shuffles with the clipboard in hand. You still were dumbfounded that you had gotten the job. Even more that you were directly sitting under your place of work.

"I've attached the number of the apartment floor and door to the keys, but I'll show you to the apartment."

"I hope that keeping house maintenance, preparing meals, and getting him up every morning will be okay." She almost states, you nod and hum. How hard could cleaning be? I mean, you were beyond happy to have a job that cleaning and cooking seemed nothing.

Reaching the fourth level, she steps out, and you follow. The hallway was neat and left a few doors on each side to number 23, where Aslaug stopped. Using the keys in her hand to open the door, you're met with a sight you did not expect.

Mess. A big mess. Junk and piles of clothes scattered everywhere, you questioned the job in question. Aslaug sighs at your wide-eyed response. You had completely forgotten who you were here for, her son, Ivar.

"Ivar, she's here." She shouts. You didn't expect anyone to be home, considering the mess was unlivable, and the apartment was quiet. To be fair, it no longer looked like an apartment but the result of a house party.

However, as you head the sound of crutches and a tall, dark-haired male enter the room through another door, expected to be from the bedroom, Ivar appeared. He was nothing you has suspected, long hair and tired eyes. You were staring. You barely even noticed his imperfect legs before Ivar scoffed in your direction.

Shifting in his spot from the crutches, Ivar narrows his eyes and studies you, and you gulp. Aslaug clears her throat, "This is y/n, she's here to stay." She almost says it as a warning. As if I wasn't the first one who she had brought to the wrecked house.

"I'll let you two settle, I'll just fix up the paperwork for your wages." You nod and smile at her, looking to her as she walks out the door, giving you one more look before leaving. Almost waiting for you to run away with her.

Looking back towards Ivar, he clenches his jaw and looks you over with distaste, "come to help the crippled?" You furrow your eyebrows at his almost attempts at an insult.

"Um."

"She says you're chatty." You nod and smile and his interjection. His face was tense and laced with distaste. Realizing his words wasn't a compliment, your smile fades.

You sure missed Aslaug's presence. Turning your head around, noticing the disarray of what looked to be the kitchen. Dishes stacked up onto the bench and sink. God, the mess was horrible.

"I'm y/n."

"Yeah, you've said that." He says plainly. With a staggering step with his crutch, he shifts in his spot with distaste laced on his face.

"Well, I do not need your help," Ivar limps towards the balcony with this crutch in his hand, leaving you amidst the mess in the kitchen. The new area made you uncomfortable, but you weren't paid by him, so that gave you some reassurance.

Fiddling with your bag, you waited by the kitchen, taking note of the mess. Looking out towards the balcony entered from the living room, Ivar's back turned to you.

You waited for Aslaug to return. You sure missed serving coffee at the cafe. This was going to be a weird job starting tomorrow, Ivar would surely warm up to you. Right?

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[artemiseamoon]

How long is too long?

Modern! Hvitserk x Plus Size F Reader

A special valentines drabble

Words: 1,133

Moodboard - mine | Crefit to gif maker

Warnings: Angst, thinking about a dead loved one, anti-valentines day feelings then fluff.

AN: Well this got long, not a drabble anymore I guess.  

Hvtiserk watches as the customer leaves the shop, a large size bag of chocolates and other desserts in hand. There goes another one, he thinks.

He thinks about Thora too.

He thinks about the last three years and how he lost himself, then found himself again. Still, in all that time there was the lingering loneliness.

How long was too long? How long would he be alone? How long until he was able to let himself be close to someone again?

His eyes trail over to the left, where two girls, roommates he overheard, giggle and smile at Bjorns stupid jokes. He didn’t have to do anything, did he? Just look at them.

Shaking his head, Hvitserk reaches under the counter and grabs the rest of the pastry he was eating.

Watching Bjorn was like a real action soap opera playing out before his eyes. Then, a week from now, one, or more of the girls would likely come back in looking for him and wondering why he didn’t call. The same old drama.

That’s not the kind of thinking Hvitserk wanted anyway, if he did, he would have it. He wanted love, he wanted a family...he wanted all the dreams he thought he could have with Thora. Sure, he had his playboy days but now he wanted something more serious.

Soon he would be the only one left in the shop on this dreary day as people did their mad-dash for Valentine's day. Bjorn was likely on his way out with the two girls, Ubbe was at home with his wife and children, and Ivar was with his girlfriend.

Just Hvitserk, selling chocolates on Valentine's day in the shop they dedicated to their mother. Though Bjorn had a different mother, he was in here often; it was his new favorite way to meet women.

Not wanting to think about all that anymore, Hvitserk moves to the sound system and changes the music. A second later, Bjorn stands next to him, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“You got this right? I have something to do” he looks over at the girls and winks at them.

“They going to pay for that?” Hvitserk motions to the flowers and chocolate the girls are carrying.

“It’s on me.” Bjorn digs in his pocket and shoves too much money into Hvitserk's hand.

“Don’t wait up.”

Hvitserk makes a face and jabs Bjorn with his elbow.

Bjorn circles back around the counter and throws an arm about each girl, then leaving the shop.

Dick. Hvitserk says to himself as he looks at the clock. 1:22 pm. Maybe he could just close early, it kinda sucked standing here while everyone else was out getting ready for their dates.

After a few more rounds of desperate customers, the clock soon strikes 3 and he’s ready to get out of there.

Hvitserk heads to the door and starts to turn the sign over when you put your hand on the handle from the outside.

When your eyes meet, he smiles at you.

You didn’t know it, but he noticed you before. You mentioned something about a Sunday ritual, and you did it every other Sunday for three months since the first time you came in here. You would buy chocolate and a small bouquet of flowers for yourself.

Sure, cute girls came in here all the time but he didn’t really give them much thought. You, you were different.

Aside from your beautiful face and very feminine, full, curvy form, you were also sweet, and funny. It was that rare beauty on the inside and out that really captured his attention and if he was honest with himself, he developed a crush on you.

Opening the door for you, he holds it as you walk in.

“I'm so sorry, it looks like you were going to close.” Your eyes are soft on his and he can’t stop himself from smiling again.

“For you? I’m open, come in.”

You flash a smile and make a b line for your favorite chocolates. You continue to speak to him, though your back is to him.

“I meant to come earlier but today just...I hate Valentine's day so much I could barely get out of bed.” You grab the chocolates and when you turn around he already has the flower mix in his hands you love. “Thank you,” you coo.

“Yeah it does suck, right? People should show their love all year round not just today. But, it's good for business.” He smirks and hands you the flowers.

“I am sure it is. Maybe that's what I need to do, open a business and make a shit load of money on the 14th...you are on to something -” you point at him then look around to avoid the way you melt when you look him in the eyes for too long, “Where’s Ubbe?”

Ubbe really spent the most time in the shop with Hvitserk so most customers knew Ubbe pretty well too.

“With Torvi.”

“Oh yeah, right, of course. You know, people with partners….not part of the lonely hearts club.” You put the stuff on the counter then shake your head, “sorry. I’m being ...don’t mind me.”

Hvitserk laughs and walks around the counter.

“No, don’t apologize. I’ve been thinking the same thing all day.”

“So I’m not alone?” You look him in the face and feel yourself asking the question, though you feel silly asking it. “How are you single?”

He chuckles, in a cute shy way and looks down. Some of this hair falls into his face and all you want to do is smooth it away.

“By choice. I could ask the same for you?” He leans into the counter, eyes steady on yours, eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, that’s my honest answer. But, to sound cool, let's say by choice.”

You both laugh and he feels his stomach do that thing. It’s another thing he liked about you. For all your sweetness you were honest and sassy and it was just - the perfect mix.

When the silence passes a little longer than expected, you clear your throat and look down, focusing on your purse.

“I don’t want to keep you, here - “ you memorized the amount by now and had it ready, plus a little tip. He was too cute to be alone today, you felt bad.

As you place the money on the counter and slide it over, he places his hand on yours. When he doesn't speak right away, you look up at him.

There’s something new in his eyes, something you don’t see all the time. He usually seemed to be in one of three moods; laid back and very relaxed, sad in an introspective way, or like the most carefree jokester in the world as he laughed with Ivar and Ubbe. But this, this look was new.

“I don’t want your money, this is a gift. I would like to ask you to dinner though.” As the words leave his lips, he even surprises himself. It’s been so long since he asked someone out.

If the way your eyes light up and your lips curve into a smile is any indication, he did the right thing.

“I would love that Hvitserk.” You say with bright clear eyes.

“We could have an anti-valentines day, valentines day.”

“I’m all in.”

He straightens his posture and looks you over, a proud look on his handsome face. “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

He rounds the counter and gently touches your arm before rushing over to turn the sign over and lock the door.

As you sit at a table to the side, watching him do his closing activities you can't help but feel that fluttery feeling in your gut and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Maybe today wouldn't suck after all and maybe it could become one of your favorite days.

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Say Your Piece II: Heart Breaker

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double triple? shot, mistakes were made au

❛ chp summary | after the reader says she doesn’t want hvitserk; he makes a bad decision. it gets worse from there.

❛  tags | plus size reader, verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, shame, OCs, sexual frustration, blackmail, cheating mentioned, verbal abuse, sexual blackmail, poor communication? it’s more likely than you think. tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

❛ sy’s note | i’ll eventually get you your sex scene, DAMN IT.

He wakes with a blaring headache caused by a stream of fresh morning light against his soft cheek. He pulls his arms around you-- or, what he thought was you, as the moment he does so, he knows it’s wrong. Where soft folds and overflowing breasts were, he finds thin limbs and small breasts.

It’s not your body-- he realizes all at once. The high rise apartment that overlooked the city wasn’t, either. It was the fruit of an accomplished older woman, whose many books hovered on a white shelf beside a white bed. Everything in the room holds the same pure standard. He flings himself from the bed, his naked ass colliding with a nightstand. The items ripple over the surface and settle into new positions. The woman pushes up, dragging the painfully monochrome white fluffy sheet to cover her flat chest. 

“Hvitserk?” 

Erika, in all her sharp-eyed glory, stares right back at him. Vomit spins up his throat, incited by the affection by with her eyes considered him. Hvitserk scrambles over the perfectly plain hardwood floors, upchucking up what’s left of his agitated stomach after his pathetic night out on the town. 

“Hvitserk!” 

Her spindly hand is at his back. Ordinarily, she was a comfort in your absence. That despite her pushing, and pushing, and pushing to get your name off “his” book, she would always be there for him in ways that a lover could not. Author-illustrators make so much more than being an illustrator alone, she reminded him. Her considerate words now feel like measured steps against his relationship. Her touch rips his skin into gooseflesh. Hvitserk works his shoulder away, his knuckles becoming white around the bowl.

“You drank too much last night.” it’s a non-question. Obviously, if he were here, he had. He groans his miserable response into the toilet bowl, wishing he could smother himself in the water, as it would be a better punishment than anything his girlfriend could do to him. “I’ll make you some coffee.” 

Her steps become distant echoes. When he finishes and cleans after himself, he starts his search for his clothes. He picks them from a singular pile, draws them back on, and reaches for his phone. It bleats a miserable eight percent battery life.

“She didn’t call if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Ericka stands in a silvery slip; although he’s not sure when she put on some clothes. She hands him his cup of coffee and takes a seat on her “divorce couch”, a plain grey chair that she scammed her ex-husband out of. As she sits there, all long limbs, and purposefully sultry clothes-- the guilt strikes him.

Hvitserk takes a sip of bitter, burnt black coffee. She’s never been a great coffee maker but her heart is in the right place. It wouldn’t feel right to snuff her. After all, he probably spent the night before buried in her cunt. 

“You called me to pick you up at the bar last night. You were so drunk all you wanted to do was lay on my chest,” Ericka pulls a sheer black kimono over her thin collarbones. His eyes fall on her hands. “I told you she’d break your heart. Women like that-- once they get over a certain weight-- they aren’t emotionally available to do anything but eat. It consumes them.” 

“She ain’t like that.”

“If she’s not like that, then why did you have sex with me? Be honest with yourself, Hvitserk. Your needs aren’t met with her. That’s why you needed me.” 

His mouth runs dry. Like he’s been chewing on his regret as if it were paper. He couldn’t remember the night before. It was like a bad memory he never wanted to recover. Hvitserk glances down to his cup as he sinks onto her bed. 

“It was an accident,” he glares at the surface. “I- You know I can’t be with you, right? You’re--” 

“Old?” she asks. He’s never cared about something as simple as that. Twelve years his senior or not, it wasn’t an issue.

“It’s not that. C’mon Erika, you know I don’t give a shit about age. She’s my baby girl.” 

“You’re going to stay with her? A woman like that?” 

“Like what?” Hvitserk sets the coffee on the nightstand as he snaps at her before he could bite it back. He knew what she meant. Erika’s long ranging sigh reminds him of Aslaug. How tenderly her hands would wrap around him even though they were truly tainted with alcohol perfuming off her breath. 

“I’ve been your agent for years Hvitserk. We go through this every time you find a girl. This oen is by far the worst. She doesn’t care about you. Look at all that work you did for her yesterday. The pendant you bought her. The work you’ve put into her books! You even pick up all the food she eats. She won’t go outside of her house and you still expect that she’ll suddenly become this fat trophy wife on your arm.” 

“Just because she’s fat don’t--” 

“It isn’t about the fat, Hvitserk.  How many times does she have to show you, or tell you for you to get the picture through your stupid head, huh? She doesn’t want you! And you have the balls to call me a fucking accident.” 

“Erika--” 

She leaps up from her chair. Hvitserk sucks in a hard breath and tries to find sense through the nonsense, looking through his phone. Erika was right. You hadn’t sent a message. Not in his texts, not on his social media. More egregiously, he spots a new post. Ericka’s hands fold over his, pushing him back to sit on the bed. She slides over his thin hips and takes a seat on his empty lap. It was painfully simple, painfully domestic, and painfully wrong.

“Let me tell you what I’ve learned in forty years,” Erika whispered in his ear. Her thin lips move, gliding like butter in his ear. “If someone doesn’t want you, there’s nothing you can do to change that.” Her fingers comb through his hair, like slimy tendrils. “But I’m here.” 

Hvitserk tips his head nack, gazing at the ceiling. Her palm caresses his scruffy jawline to drag his attention from the ceiling to her soft blue eyes, a painless depth, if only he would listen to her words. Hvitserk shifts her back on the bed, loitering around her waist with a supportive hand on the base of her back.

“I know you care ‘bout me. I just-- need some time, okay?” 

It doesn’t slip him that she’s scowling as he walks out of her home. There was someone he could count upon, when things were difficult, his phone buzzing in his palm reminded him of that. 

“Hey, Ivar.” 

Or, maybe not.

“You fucked her?” Ivar stopped chewing his pastry, ambling his head one way then another, laughing against himself. He took his mug of properly brewed coffee to his lips. Hvitserk regrets agreeing to meet him at the cafe. “What were you thinking sleeping with your agent?”

“I wasn’t thinking! I was drunk--” Hvitserk set his hand to his forehead. He has no appetite as he cycled through what he had done, searching out the moment that he called Erika. He fails to locate anything but quiet sobbing behind the neck of a beer bottle and a distant, squeamish feeling of fingers down his nape. “I think she took advantage of me.” 

Ivar sets down his cup of coffee, picking up a fork and knife as he leaned over the table, lips punctuating each word. 

“Yes, well, I am sure that will go over with your girlfriend well. I’m sorry, I slept with my skinny, well-established agent who has been wanting me to get rid of you. That bitch has been after you for years. What do you think she will do now? She won’t let you go.”

“She understands,” he reflects at the monochrome crowd. His plate is full but has gone cold with his lack of appetite. Normally, this was the place he came with his brother to binge breakfast and muse about women. Ubbe wouldn’t care about his issues: he never had time for anyone but himself. Not really. Ivar scoffed, gazing into the foot traffic flitting by their cafe. 

“Tch, I’m sure she does. She will probably break up with you.” 

He bobbed his head.

“I think she already has.” 

A normal man would come to beg. 

But Hvitserk draws in the deep quiet of the park. With only the barks of dogs, the giggles of children, and the occasional frequency from couples watching movies in the park, it’s a place of solace by the small pond. 

He starts with an outline of Xiao’s small face. It’s a rough outline, budding and ready to be kissed with by watercolours. Soft pinks like petals of peonies droop in his photo. He must have blended this shade wrong. Line after line that he sweeps, he weeps. His phone jingles in his pocket and his heart tightens around his chest like a straight jacket to someone in an insane asylum. He must be going crazy-- if he too can no longer paint.

“Where are you?!” you boom on the other end of the line. Hvitserk fumbles his phone, suckling in a breath. Had Ivar told you? No, his brother wouldn’t. Not Ivar. He was never a gossiper. 

“In-- in the park?” 

“What has gotten into you? You could have at least texted me to tell me you were okay. I was worried sick!” 

You? Worried sick? This wasn’t the you from yesterday. The one that pelted out how selfish he was for craving intimacy. The one that told him that all he wanted was to sexualize you. As if he were some sixty year old pervert with a camera in hand to click a picture of under your beautiful pastel skirts. Hvitserk sets the brushes into his cup of water and sets aside Xiao’s painting to dry.

“Hvitserk!” 

“I’m here,” he blurts out. “I didn’t think you’d care. You didn’t call.” 

“Like I didn’t I call you all night.” 

Something cracks, deep in his belly. With all the days of work he’d done for you and you alone, he forgot himself in the mix. He jerked his phone back, frantically looking at his phone app. No recent calls meant what they meant. When he finds nothing, it only thrusts him into a further rage. 

“Bullshit,” he belts out. “You didn’t. You didn’t care about me last night. You never fuckin’ do.” 

“Hvit--” he turns off his phone. There was a sliver of a moment in which he regrets that on the basis of last night. Maybe you rejected him, but he wasn’t an idiot. A man simply didn’t cheat on his girlfriend because she said no. 

He packs up his bag and heads toward the football field. It’s time to play football.

He smashes Ubbe on the field. If he wasn’t at peace with being an illustrator, maybe he could have been a ballplayer. Flipping the ball from foot to foot with Ubbe on his trailing his tail was fun, but watching him try and miss as he thwacked the ball on its net was even better. Unlike Ubbe’s well-proportioned body, he’s all long limbs and quick feet. Just the right combination to slip out of Ubbe’s grasp. Well, that was, until Ubbe tackled his ass onto the blades of grass, sending the both of them rolling through the grasp.

“Bro, really?!” Hvitserk laughs, dropping back onto the grass. The skid marks on his clothes would be unreal. 

“If I can’t catch you,” Ubbe heaves, digging his hand into his pocket. He finds his phone there, vibrating with messages from Torvi: probably. Hvitserk shoves his arms behind his neck, drawing out breath after ragged breath. 

“Wanna go eat?” 

“Na,” Ubbe shoves himself onto your feet. “Your girl is here.”

His what? Ubbe rushes off. A sinking feeling came over his clammy hands. He opens his mouth to beg him not to go, to take him along with like he used to as a child. He’s terrible at making up and hours ago, he’d hung up on you. His lips press together, soothing himself with the false pretense that-- no, it would be fine. If you didn’t apologize, perhaps neither would he. 

He finds you on the other side of the soccer field, fashioning his favorite sundress. There’s something glamorous about its corset bodice and its draped sleeves that left him breathless. He wills down his terrible arousal, drawn to the pendant he bought you nestled between your large breasts. You wait for him by his things, pulling the rim of a broad pale hat and looking down at beautiful chunky nude heels. 

You’re beautiful and terrifying all in one. He regains himself enough to make his legs solidify from the liquidy mass they were seconds ago. He might feel much like a newborn calf falling over himself to get his things, but perhaps he looked better than he felt. Women like sweaty, stupid men, right?

“What are you doing here?” he picks up his things. “I thought you didn’t like to be seen in public.”

“You hung up on me,” you hold his tablet flush against your dress and offer it out to him. He takes it and secures it back in his bag. “I had to come to find you.” 

“Yeah? I’ll bet.” Hvitserk wills down the painful throbbing behind his joggers, pulling his bag to obscure the pain he was in. The sooner he went home, the sooner he could jerk himself off without the overwhelming guilt of being, as he was, a whore. Why couldn’t he stay mad? He wanted to stay mad! “You look... nice. Never seen you looking so nice. What’s the occasion?” 

“You like it?” You pull out the skirt and stop to do a twirl that he curses himself for stopping for. Normally, his girl wouldn’t even go outside. Who was this? He’s aware of others watching-- the fat girl in a flashy dress. “I wore it for you.”

“Yeah, I do.” He moistens his lips, his voice raspy and thick. “Looks like an angel.” 

“Does that mean you’ll come back home?” You reach out for him. Your soft hands winding around his well-corded arm. He realizes then, the confidence in which you carried yourself masked the desperation in your hands. They trembled over his bicep. “I’ll be good, I promise I won’t yell at you again like that. I wouldn’t even be mad if you-- you found someone else to fuck. I know you-- I know you need it. If you can’t get it from me, I can wait on the side. As long as you’re not in love.”

“Hey,” he softened, settling his hand atop of yours. He stops midstep, turning on his high tops on the sidewalk. He takes your hands and listens waits for your outpouring of emotion. Traffic passes by him. They speak in hushed whispers. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby girl wait-- that’s not -- what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that but you were pushing and pushing and wouldn’t stop! I didn’t know what to do. I want to have sex with you,” you squeeze his fingertips. “But you don’t know what it’s like to be fat, old virgin.” 

He was trying to listen. He really was. The moment you spoke that word: that v-word, his mind went blank and numb. You’re still talking long after he’s stopped listening. Hvitserk sucks in a breath: it sends him into a flurry, pursuing the bone of your virginity long after you’ve stopped talking.

“What do you--” his lips twitch, drawing in a smile. “--mean a virgin?” 

“I haven’t had sex-- I… I wanted to--” 

His girl-- a virgin. He wants to smile, if not for the knowledge of the other night, waking up in Erika’s itchy sheets. Hvitserk knows that he has to tell you, he only doesn’t know how. You’re talking again. 

“What did you say?” he asks. 

“I want you to do it,” you answer. “Right now. Just forgive me.” 

He about drops, a moistness coming over his mouth that he can’t-- exactly-- help. His palms feel just as hot, sweating as he pulls them free from yours. Clearing his throat, he slips his hand against the small of your back. 

“Na, let’s… let’s take it easy. We’ll talk ‘bout it later.” 

He wants that virginity. 

But logically, oh woe is he, he knows it’s not really right to take someone’s virginity if they’re not all there. You’re not all there because you don’t know of that night. It’s like, consent, right? Bad consent was just jerking your ankle like some Viking and dragging you into bed with him. If he was going to do it, he told himself, you had to know what he’d done. 

It was a slip-up. 

Hvitserk finished another drawing for his new book independent of your input. It was a children’s book about good bodies-- because as he looked at your good body, he was reminded of Ericka’s cruel words. He wanted to do better for lil kids.

“Hvitserk, your phone is ringing,” you said pointedly from across the room where you sat like a madwoman. Your frantic papers sat nestled around a basket of shared chicken he made for lunch. 

“Huh?” Tapping over, he recognizes Erika’s photo, planting a kiss on his cheek on his first big break. She had been the first one to really believe in him. It was a long time ago now, he reminds himself to change that to something more… suitable after last night. He gestures his fingers at you. “Thanks, baby girl.”

He answers the phone. The moment he does, he hears Erika’s flat voice snaking into a hiss. It’s a noise that he hasn’t heard. Not in all his years of having her as his patient agent. 

“You’re with her, aren’t you?” 

“No, I’m uh-- with Ubbe.” He throws you a glance. You tilt your head, he shakes his, and that’s the terrible loneliness of holding a secret. “Erika--” Hvitserk sighs, parting his lips to talk. She shushes him with such severity that he thinks she’s trying to lop his head off, too. 

“Break it off.” 

“What?”

He steps outside and leans against the cold metal door separating the high-rise apartments from, well, the outside world. He expects to see her standing out there. All he finds are the many cars parked on the street and the stillness of movement. It’s too quiet. The whistle of the wind through the street chills him. 

“I know you’re with her. I can tell her for you if you’d like.” 

“No. Don’t--” Hvitserk sighs, searching for the words in the silence. “I don’t think you understand. We worked through it.” 

She laughs something from deep in her belly at him.

“I wasn’t asking. Either you do it— or I’ll make you do it. You obviously don’t know what’s best for yourself. Why else are you fucking around with some--” He collapses on the stairs, cradling the phone to his ear as she goes on. “Don’t think I won’t expose her for what she is. A thief.”

“She’s never-- Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“You told me you would take care of it. Something you’ve failed to do-- I should have known you couldn’t do it. ”

“If this shit is about yesterday--” 

“I’ll give you one more chance to break it off if you come over tonight.” 

“Are you blackmailing me?” There’s a pause on the other line. Then a chuckle. A long winded, painful chuckle. He should have known better. That night-- calling it an accident wasn’t exactly tolerable for a woman like Erika. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could be easily ignored.

“If that’s what I have to do.” 

 He chokes out a sob. Ivar was right. She wasn’t going to let him go.

“Fuckin’-- fuckin’ fine.” 

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Masterlist

Key: 

+ is Plus Size Reader

SM is Soulmate AU

AU is Alternate Universe

Will update as needed! Also, I’ll be adding summaries at some point. This is still a work in progress (always will be)!

Riverdale: 

Sweet Pea:

Upside Down: Masterlist

Playing Hard to Get: Masterlist

Head Over Heels: 1

Hope for Us AM

Bitter Love: Masterlist AU

One Shots:

Beast Mode

Pressing Matters

10 More Minutes

Back Up Plan

Happy Accidents

Innocent Enough

Flowershop Mayhem

Fangs

Bad Day Blues

Jughead

Summer Nights

Shoot ‘em

Umbrella Academy: 

Diego Hargreeves:

Fearless: Masterlist

Playing Pretend +

Thank you...Next

Good Enough

The Storm +

Red Sea

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

To Live Again AU

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Billy x Reader x Steve:

 Tell Me No Secrets: Masterlist

Edge of Seventeen: 1 2 3

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Finding Hope SM

Bucky Barns

Thor

Lost: 0 1 

Vikings: 

Ivar

Azure Eyes: Masterlist

Chosen By The Gods

Hvitserk

Ubbe

Bjorn

[geeky-introvert]

Greeting’s my beautiful followers!

So, now that I’ve finished the stories that were voted for and lined up I’ve decided to do this again. I like it, and it’s a better way for me to know what my readers want to read. Now that the first half of Vikings is at an end I have ideas for stories so here are some to choose from. Don’t worry they’ll all be written I just want to know what people want first. Thank you to everyone who has continued to follow and read my stories it means the world to me. Love you all so much and stay safe. ❤️

What do you wonderful readers want to read next?

9 Votes . Blue Rose . Ubbe x OC Summary: An arranged marriage was made between the Saxon princess and Ubbe to gain land in England. She promised herself to be a good wife to the heathen and would do her best to please him, but when he ignores her and doesn’t even make effort to spend time with her she doesn’t know what to think or how to feel about the marriage....

8 Votes . Hidden . No Pairing Summary: The daughter of Floki and Helga has grown up with the sons of Ragnar all her life. Everything was fine until secrets were revealed that will change everything....

3 Votes . Dusk Of Time . Ivar X OC Summary: She hasn’t seen her husband since he was forced to flee from Kattegat from his brothers. As part of their plan she tried to escape in another direction with their daughter but were caught by Bjorn’s men. Now, she was forced to remain. They called it as their ‘guest’, she called it as their ‘prisoner’.....

3 Votes . Precious . Hvitserk X OC Summary: During the Mediterranean journey when they invade the Spanish city Hvitserk is eager to make a claim. He finds himself in a lush room but what grabs his attention is the woman caged like an animal....

7 Votes . Tasty . Hvitserk X Plus size OC Summary: She was nothing but the villages baker back in England until Heathens raided their town. Now she serves in Queen Aslaug’s hall as a cook and slave. Hvitserk likes the taste of her sweet pies and goes to pay her a visit, and let’s just say he’s really hungry for more….

I’ll keep this running for a few days. Vote away!

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Goldies Viking Master List

My full and complete Vikings Master List if its not here.. i didnt write it LOL Enjoy Loves! 

Headcannons 

Vikings Cast As Horror Movie Stereotypes 

Ragnar 

Rollo

Bjorn

Ubbe 

Sigurd 

Hvitserk 

Ivar 

Vikings Cast As Aaliyah Songs 

Ragnar 

Rollo

Bjorn

Ubbe

Hvitserk 

Ivar 

Vikings Cast As Band Members From the 60′s-90′s

Ragnar 

Rollo

Bishop Heahmund 

Bjorn 

Ubbe 

Sigurd 

Hvitserk 

Ivar 

Vikings Cast & Their Zodiac Signs

Ragnar 

Bjorn 

Ubbe 

Ivar

The Vikings Cast AS Popular Horror Movie Killers 

Ragnar 

Bjorn 

Ivar

Ubbe 

Hvitserk

Imagines

Daddy Says  Travis fimmel x reader NSFW

Marco x Alex as roomates  Comedy 

  Imagine being the wife of Heathen King Ivar The Boneless, little does he know he’s married a heathen as well  ( Ivar x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

Imagine Your Five Year Marriage Ending Over Another Woman ( Alex Hogh x Reader) Angst

 Imagine Ubbes Face The First Time You don’t want to have sex

Imagine Ubbe Coming Home from a long trip  (Ubbe x Reader) 18+ Mature Content

Imagine you get a Message From Your Boyfriend While he Is on Set ( Vikings Cast x Reader) Fluff

 Imagine Fighting With Your Viking Man ( Vikings Cast x Reader) Angst 

One Shots

Back Stage Pass  ( Travis Fimmel x Reader) 18+ Mature

Castles Made Of Sand (Hippie Hvitserk x Hippie Reader) 18+ Mature

Musical Seduction  ( Modern Bjorn x Reader) Fluff

No Sleep For The Heartbroken ( Vikings Cast x Reader)

 Nothing To Talk About ( Alex Hogh x Reader) Fluff

 Three Years And Counting ( Modern Bjorn Ironside x Reader) Pure Fluff

Five Years And Counting ( Modern Bjorn x  WOC ) Pure Fluff

 Happy Birthday Alex! ( Alex Hogh x Jordan P Smith x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Teenage Fever (Ivar x Reader) Angst

 Too Good ( Ivar x Reader) Angst

 Take Care ( Alex Hogh x Reader) Angst

 Best I Ever Had ( Alex Hogh x Reader)  Angst

 Find Your Love ( Alex Hogh x Reader)  Angst

 One Dance (Jordan Patrick Smith x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes 

 Trust Issues ( Alexander Ludwig x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Girls Love Beyonce ( Marco IIslo x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Close  ( Bjorn x Reader)  18+ Mature Themes

Boss (Ubbe x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Study (Jordan Patrick Smithx Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

Ride (Ivar x WOC ) 18+ Mature Themes

 You Have No Idea (Ivar x Plus Size Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Who (Ivar x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

 Lonely ( Modern Ivar x Reader) 18+ Mature Themes

  An Evening With The Devil ( Dom Vampire Heahmund x WOC) 18+

Series

They Will See You Now ( Bishop Heahmund x Ivar x Reader) 18 + Mature

 Part 1  Part 2   Part 3   Part 4     ( Ongoing) 

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Curvy Hispanic Reader x Ivar/Ubbe Moodboards

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FZGvpz

by Queen_See_Ya_In_Valhalla

@xoxo-stephvera asked: “Hi! Are requests still open? I like to request a moodboard of a curvy Hispanic reader x Ubbe/Ivar please?”

Words: 5, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Moodboards

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ubbe (Vikings), Ivar (Vikings), Reader

Relationships: Ubbe (Vikings)/Reader, Ubbe (Vikings)/You, Ivar (Vikings)/Reader, Ivar (Vikings)/You

Additional Tags: Latina Reader, plus sized reader, Vikings, Moodboards, Hispanic Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FZGvpz

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FtM - Chapter 1: With kid gloves

Author’s Notes | A thousand years ago a sweet girl came into my ask box requesting me a prompt with 4 different asks trying to explain what she wanted the more detailed she could. She was so sweet and detailed, that I kept the request she made for a longer work and I think here is it. Not that long, indeed – small series. – but worth it! I’m really proud of what it is becoming. It will probably have two chapters, but believe me, @thiahilmarsdottir, it was made with all my heart – and at the sound of “Set Fire to the Rain” by Adele for the ones who want a soundtrack! I hope you like it!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Hvitserk x Plus Size! Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, Requested by @thiahilmarsdottir​ a thousand years ago (SORRY!)

Words | 3580

⁑ Warnings: ANGST, romance. Mentions to fat-shaming.

"Who are you to make me speeches, Hvitserk? Tell me, where is your wife when you're fucking Margrethe around?? Uh?"

That had punched his face like a closed fist.

Hvitserk had swallowed his words with all the bitter taste of the truth thrown in his face like a stone by Björn in the middle of that party...

For everyone to see...

And for the first time, his throat closed with humiliation, but not for himself or his reputation stained like his older brother's were after what he had just done to Torvi. No.

Hvitserk's throat closed dry for her...

Y/N.

He had gone to speak to Björn after Ubbe left to speak to Torvi. To tell his brother how awful it was to exchange his three years old marriage for a new princess he had just known in that very party like that. How terrible it was the humiliation he was putting the mother of his two children and stepson through and how people would speak of Torvi and what he did for months.

But how people were speaking of you?

How awful were his own actions towards the woman his father had betrothed to him since the two of you were children?

Björn's voice sounded in a giggle, catching his attention once again and Hvitserk swallowed dry the harsh words he wanted to throw on his brother's face.

"It was what I thought. Now... Why don't you enjoy the party and stop bothering me with your bullshit, Hvitserk? The mead is fresh so as the women around. Go find some skirt to hide your mouth into and stop babbling shit into my ears."

For a moment, Hvitserk thanked the gods he didn't have yelled as he was planning in the first moment he walked towards Björn. Maybe lord Odin had touched his shoulder and grunting annoyed his words sounded like a better idea for his own good: now, fewer people would know of his shame.

But how many were already speaking of yours?

His green eyes scanned around. People were feasting, drinking, and dancing around. Some of them complimenting him, some ladies smiling inviting him... When did anyone ask why wasn't his wife with him at the parties?

Did they even know he was married after all?

Hvitserk shrunk inside of himself.

Suddenly, his horn became heavier in his hand, the smiles around him became mocking jokes, and even the music around started bothering his ears.

He left the Hall with his heart heavy. Everything around him screaming the tears into Torvi's eyes... Was that your suffering as well?

During the walk to his small cottage, Hvitserk had Munnin and Huginn flying around his head. Memory and thoughts remembering him of the whole year he spent by your side and beyond, bringing memories of the first time he had ever seen you, in a brown dress around your father's table, serving the plates with a proud smile in your face as if you had done the whole dinner by yourself.

His heart clenched inside his chest one more time: he thought you were one of the servants instead of the princess that would marry him. Worst: he thought you were one of his servants' children, fed up with the pieces of bread that were lasting from their table to fill those centimeters more you had around your waist. Delicious bread, by the way... He couldn't blame you for eating too much of that delight.

His legs took him closer to the cottage, but his memories were far away. Gods, how awkward was to meet you right before his marriage day. But he couldn't blame you again - he was the one who spent his whole life avoiding like a plague the visits to your homelands, shaming his father with the absence of your fiancé, frustrating your anxiety to know the future husband his father told him so many times you were preparing to receive into your life - while he was around, living his life as if he wasn't fated to you and trying his best to find a way out of his father's promises.

Guilt kicked in when Ivar's words in his ears made even the small curve he had managed to put on his lips when you arrived to meet him vanish completely.

"She's quite a proper wife for you, Hvitserk. Or at least she must eat as much as you do, brother..."

Mean words he never punched his little brother for saying. Mean words that prevented him from noticing how shy and blushed you were in your first meet with him or how beautiful your traces were although your body was filling that dress pretty more than the women he was used to having in his bed were able to do.

Once again, there was the bread seasoned with spices and herbs in his table. You had a smile on your face, proud once again. However, he remembered he thought it was because it should be your favorite... Now, thinking clearly, you barely touched the bread that night...

You were smiling at every one of his satisfied bites.

His eyes landed on the untouched loaf of that bread over his table, when he entered his house, and once again, it punched his face like a clenched and heavy fist: it wasn't your favorite.

It was your creation. Your recipe.

And you would always make it, again and again... For him.

"Welcome home, husband." your voice echoed, sucking him out of his thoughts into reality once again.

There were you, standing near the door to take his cloak and close the door behind him. The heart-of-fire of his house was ignited and well-fed, causing the place to be warm and cozy. The wooden smell around denouncing you had placed some aromatic wood in the middle of the fire to make the place more comfortable.

He stepped in and for a moment, Hvitserk's eyes glanced down at his feet full of mud and snow, stepping on the clean wood. He cut his steps as you came back looking at him, curious with his sudden stop.

"Are you feeling well?"

You already had a bucket in your hand, warm water inside, and a towel over your shoulder... Gods! How many punches would he receive that night?

You were doing what you would always do. The water and towel ready to clean his feet after helping him with the boots. Your face curious because he stopped instead of walking inside, marking the whole way inside with mud and snow he never saw a second time after sitting on his chair in the living room. The bench beside the door - proper to take off his shoes - was there, untouched.

You would always clean the mud from his feet and then kneel to clean the floor from his mess - whether he was there to see or not.

Hvitserk's heart ached... And this time, he sat at the bench, surprising you a little.

"Are you dizzy, husband? I can bring you some water if you want..."

Solicitous. Probably thinking he was drunk once again. It wouldn't be a surprise, would it?

When, in the nine realms, did he become such a bastard?

You were there for him. Always there for him. But this time, things were different...

You didn't wait for his answer to place the bucket and towel away, picking up the amphora and serving him some water. You weren't really waiting for him to speak.

He would never speak. Mumble maybe... Sometimes calling you names that weren't yours. But never speak clearly if he wanted something you knew he wanted.

Hvitserk took that cup from your hand with the weight of the oceans into his chest as you kneeled in front of him, gently untying his boots, taking them off to clean his feet.

His green eyes caught his cloak already in a basket beside the doors probably waiting to be washed. Since you got married to him, his clothes would always be clean of stains or anything like. No more holes nor old pieces. Where were his old pieces, by the way? He would always find something he had never seen in his cabinet before.

And there was a time since he stopped seeing more than that around the house.

Before, he would always see you crocheting, or sewing... Sometimes little shoes, sometimes little things he knew you were preparing for a child he never intended to you. But now it had stopped. The basket with your tricot needles was sitting like a decoration near the fireplace and he would only find some new pieces in his drawers from time to time. Did you stop longing for that child?

Were you thinking he didn't want children at all?

His eyes followed you as you finished your work placing the bucket away and the towel along with his cloak at the basket, coming closer, offering your hand to him.

"Come, I'll take you to your..."

"I'm fine... Don't worry, I'm just... I'm not drunk. Not this time," he said, causing you to look at him surprised.

He had spoken more words to you in that sentence than in that whole year of marriage. And it ached in his heart once again.

Where was the smiley girl he could remember from his first days with you?

That red color had disappeared from your cheeks along with the smiles he could remember were becoming smaller and smaller until he couldn't see them anymore. You stopped smiling by his side.

You stopped speaking too much like he thought you used to do when he had just met you. Now there was a silent and resigned woman looking at him without a single drop of light into her eyes.

"That's fine. I'll draw you a warm bath. Will you want to have dinner tonight, husband?"

Questions you shouldn't be doing. What husband doesn't have dinner with his wife?

Him, of course.

How many times he would see the table placed when he arrived just to deny the dinner saying he was already full. From the feasts at the Hall, from the dinners and snacks the lovers he had would prepare for him post-sex. From the many dinners he had around his brother's table - not before sharing his wife and his bed as if it was normal for him to be there, with them, instead of sitting in his house with his wife who was left to eat alone so many times that she wasn't placing the table for him anymore...

"Yes," he mumbled. "I'm hungry."

Lies.

He wasn't hungry! He had just feasted at the Hall.

But his stomach was turning into his belly with the surprise in your eyes - you were receiving so many different answers from him that night! And at the same time, Hvitserk knew you shouldn't be surprised: those were answers he should be giving you all the time. Those were actions that should be your day by day. And they weren't.

Because he was nothing but a bastard, drinking, and feasting until late at night so, you would have to leave your bed to clean his feet and walk his drunken self into your bed. Fucking other women around so the nights you would sleep entirely were the ones you would sleep alone, crying in the bed tears he never saw you cry, but his heart knew you were crying.

Like Torvi cried against his brother's chest after the awful actions he had to watch Björn committing with his mouth shut.

He was not better than his elder brother to speak against him after all.

"I... I'll prepare your bath and then I'll warm the food as you clean yourself so you can eat," you answered still astonished, calling Hvitserk back into the present once again.

He nodded and you watched as he walked to his chair near the fireplace to wait for his bath.

His eyes scanning the whole house as he walked slowly. Everything was perfectly placed. The house was clean and good-smelling. Firewood near the fireplace - who had cut that for you?

No. Your hands weren't soft like the other women he would fuck here and there. He could feel it against his skin. Your hands were hands of a woman who worked all by herself, marked by the ax and the broom; the spoon and the hammer. You were doing yours and his work inside that house, all by yourself, as he was out giving to others what should be yours only. What was never yours after that strange marriage night he had with you.

He couldn't deny he loved the way your body filled his hands or how your voice sounded for him that night. But his stupidity prevented him from searching for you once again. And you remained untouched.

He was sure of that.

Hvitserk felt his throat dry. His eyes following you around placing the table for him as the water of his bath was warming by the fire. You were an honorable woman. And he could say now he wasn't better than Björn.

No... He was worse. Way worse.

Björn would do his shit, but he would come back to Torvi from time to time. He would kiss her, love her, he produced children with her - beautiful children you never had in your arms although he knew you always wanted a baby to fill those beautiful little clothes you produced so tenderly months ago.

If Björn was a bastard then what was he?

Sunk into the water of that perfect bath you draw for him, Hvitserk thought the gods should be ashamed of him. He thought he deserved all the punches he was receiving not from fate or from the gods, but from his father's fists that should be punching his chin again and again to remember him it wasn't how he was taught a man should behave towards his wife.

With suffocating guilt, Hvitserk felt the smell of his favorite meat roasted coming from the table where he took a seat. A plate in your hand as you were serving him fresh rice, warm vegetables, and a piece of the brilliant crust of the beautifully roasted meat you prepared for him.

A cup of juice you had just prepared for his dinner - he could see by the small drops of red from the berries on your apron, fresh from the fruits you had mashed for him.

A plate served for you as well and he felt his heart clenching once again - didn't you have dinner yet? Were you waiting for him to have dinner all this time? Sleeping without eating, out of exhaustion of waiting for him at the living room he sometimes arrived to find you sleeping in?

And was that the amount of food in your average plates?

You weren't eating that much! Oh, he would eat twice or three times what you were eating! Mean Ivar! Mean, mean Ivar and his horrible words, speaking venom about your weight into his ears! Your body was curvy... And that was it! It was you.

And he never admitted, but he liked it.

"It's not good?" you asked, waking him up once again.

He wasn't eating. Not when his eyes were lost in your traces, remembering him of how beautiful was the woman he had by his side and how stupid he was for listening to the others or laying himself in beds that weren't his.

"I can make something else, if you prefer," you offered.

But Hvitserk touched your hand gently, once again being taken aback by the surprise in your eyes towards such a simple touch. Such a common gesture of tenderness that should be a part of your life, but that you never had from him.

"It's fine," he said, gently caressing your hand with his thumb. "I was just thinking, Y/N. Remembering. It was a harsh day at the hall and... It made me think."

Hvitserk's voice silenced when he found your eyes looking at his fingers over your hand. There was a sparkle he thought were light for a moment, but soon he noticed it were tears forming in your eye line. Yet, you didn't cry. In a second, you took a breath and the tears weren't there anymore, swallowed with the cry he knew you were holding or pouring away from him for so long.

He wasn't a good husband. It was easy to see and Hvitserk didn't try to deny anymore: he wasn't a good husband at all! But it was time to take that sureness from Björn's tongue and force Ivar to bite his own before speaking of you once again. It was time to play the adult man he should have become so long ago and to be there for you.

And his first goal would be opening that beautiful smile you used to have when he knew you. This, Hvitserk knew, wouldn't be something easy. But he knew pretty well where to start.

"Could you please serve me a piece of that bread?" he said, pointing the loaf you had near the meat. "Your spiced bread goes great with roasted meat like that..."

A small praise. Something so stupidly small for someone who did so much shit for a year.

Yet enough for that light to shine in your eye line once again.

"Yes... Of... Of course, I... I'll part a piece for you. It's fresh," you stated, kinda clumsy with your silverware, denouncing the last thing you were waiting was for him to ask for anything like that.

You placed him a warm piece of that delicious bread and Hvitserk dedicated to placing some of your roasted meat into it, stuffing his bread before taking a generous bite.

He didn't try to fake nor exaggerate his expressions. But he didn't hide his satisfaction as well. It was something he always liked and knowing it was a way to get his way back to you was only making that little thing something better for him.

"I thought... You didn't like it anymore," you dared to speak more than questioning his needs.

He was doing the right thing then!

Hvitserk looked at you with a small smile on his chewing mouth.

"It's delicious," he said, munching on a second piece.

Noticing your lips curved into a draft of a smile that he couldn't exactly translate if it was bathed in hope or satisfaction.

But he noticed you silenced again - maybe afraid of ruining that little tiny moment you had with him, causing Hvitserk's heart to fill with determination. He would give you more of those.

Moments of those enough for you to lose the fear of ruining any of them.

Cause there would always be more to come.

In that night, when you laid beside him in bed, for the first time he turned himself to you. And after he thought you were already sleeping, Hvitserk gently nestled behind your back, embracing your waist and breathing against your hair.

"I know I have been doing things wrong with you, my wife..." his voice mumbled, thinking you weren't awake to listen to his words he was pouring more like thoughts to himself than a thing for you to hear. "I took a whole year to notice what I did. But you took a whole life to prepare yourself for me and... And all I want now is to become something different. Something worthy of everything you are. The gods showed me my mistakes today... But I trust them to show me the way back into your heart. And this time, I swear on my arm ring, I won't shatter it once again."

He thought hugging you was a good way to show you he was there. He wanted to be there. But it was only a way to feel as the sobs finally won your disguise, engulfing you in a cry he never thought you had locked inside of you.

Without a word, Hvitserk felt as you turned yourself to him, hiding your tears against his chest. Without a word, he embraced you, supportive, promising himself he would remember that moment every time he ever thought about giving up and going back into his former life.

Hvitserk swore a silent oath to himself at the sound of your sobs: he would honor not his father's words nor the votes he didn't say from his heart into your marriage's ceremony. But he would honor your efforts; the many dreams you showed him you had and plans he never let you fulfill.

He knew his relationship with you was shattered from the beginning, but he would shatter with it the bastard he became and grow from the shards into a better man. For you.

To honor you invested all the years into molding yourself into the perfect wife any man of his kind would want.

He had such a treasure in his house and from that day on, he silently promised he would honor the luck the gods had granted him with and be different from the brother he condemned into his heart that night.

He wouldn't be like Björn anymore. Nor worse than him!

Hvitserk would mold himself and grow into something Björn could never compare to himself once again. And now or how long did it take...

He would have that smiley woman he married to by his side once again. At any costs...

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Ubbe as a Boyfriend

~Is by far the sweetest of Ragnar's sons ~and the least troublesome ~Probably has you wash his hair for him ~Because that boy has some hair ~Then getting to braid it ~is the kind of boyfriend to make excuses for you ~You're late to one meeting with his mother and he'd somehow make it his fault ~Anything he could do to protect you, you best believe he would do it ~Would already have his proposal planned after your first interaction ~Is determined not to make his father's mistakes ~forehead kisses are big with Ubbe ~Ubbe is a firm believer in not going to bed angry ~He'll stay up all night with you if necessary ~Probably kisses each of your fingertips mindlessly when he can't sleep ~Makes up stories for you about how the gods created him just to love you ~carries you everywhere ~"What are you doing Ubbe? My feet work fine" ~He picks you up anyway with no care for your complaints ~"My goddess' feet should not tire" ~Is the most dramatic guy you've ever known ~You thought that was Ivar but no, Ubbe is worse ~"my love, I'm dying...tell me you love me once more" ~"it was hardly a cut, grow up" ~Not humoring his dramatics ~Except when you want to baby him ~"of course my love, Odin awaits in his great hall for your arrival" ~Cue an eye roll from Hvitserk

[writingstudent]

Vixen

Ivar x plus size!reader

Holy shit he is so hot, I would give anything to be Y/N

You were headed towards the main hall, playing with the strings of your corset. You had to have it made specifically for you – the other corsets did not fit you without completely blocking your ability to breathe. You brush an annoying strand of hair out of your face, smirking when a boy trips over himself, too caught up in staring at you. “Are you ok?” You chuckled, your smile softening as you peered over at the boy. His cheeks reddened, and he stumbled back on his feet, awkwardly brushing off the dust from his clothes. “Yes, yes, I’m alright Lady Y/N, nothing to worry about.”

Your eyebrow quickly went up at the mention of your name, looking at the boy with confusion. You haven’t spoken to him previously, and Kattegat wasn’t exactly the smallest village. His eyes widened with realization and his cheeks only darkened further. “No, no, please don’t misunderstand milady, it is only that .. uh, Prince Ivar speaks very uhm, often of you.”

Your eyes lit up immediately at the comment, twinkling with mischief. “Is that so?” Your sultry voice made the boy even more uncomfortable, as he quickly excused himself and headed off in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help but wear your smirk all the way to the main hall. You couldn’t help but love the way your dresses made boys stop and stare.

Upon your entrance, you immediately received the bright smile of Aslaug, who had initially been critical of you but  grew to love your confident and assertive manner, as well as several glares thrown your way.

“Why do they even think she’s pretty?” A not-so hushed whisper was passed between two mistresses that sat at the table right in front of you, sickly sweet smiles plastered on their faces as they greeted you, pretending that they hadn’t intended nor noticed that you had heard their comment.

You had to force yourself to not roll your eyes. You knew your body type was different from theirs – most women in Kattegat were towards the thin side, having a mostly muscly and warrior type body, with not too many curves. You were chubbier compared to them. Growing up, you had gone through all the different types of bullying other kids could come up with. Yet puberty taught you a beautiful thing. You learned to love your body, and with your new born confidence you couldn’t help but have the attention of all the men in Kattegat. You were simply a wonderful sight for sore eyes.

“Welcome Y/N! Take a seat wherever you like!” Her smirk showed her will to be entertained – she couldn’t wait for the quarrel between men that would follow, and the offended looks on other girls’ faces.

Immediately multiple men stood up, shouting across the room that there was a free spot next to them, resulting in them shouting at each other.

“Why would Y/N want to sit with you?! ”

“She certainly wants a real man to entertain her!”

“With your braids, you look more like a woman than anything!”

“Why at least I can attract someone, unlike your boar face!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the last remark, quickly trying to cover up your reaction with your usual poker face. It was too late now, the man who had shouted it bore a proud smile while the other sent death glares to him.

“Y/N is sitting next to me tonight. ”

Your blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. The whole room quieted down instantly, as even the Queen looked upon her son with shock. Ivar wore his usual cocky smirk, looking you straight into the eyes as if to challenge you to say otherwise. Sigurd took the opportunity to jump in.

“Why would she ever want a cripple? A man incapable of pleasing her?” Sigurd hissed, his voice spreading through the room as it was the only one speaking.

Ivar growled at him, a genuine look of hurt crossing his face before being quickly replaced with anger. He grabbed his knife, taking it out of its hole in the wooden table, and making a move as if to lunge at his brother.

“Stop.” Your voice rang before Aslaug’s could.

Your eyes, suddenly ice cold, looked straight to Sigurd’s. “And who are you to speak for me ? ” Your voiced was laced with such venom that even Sigurd flinched back, forgetting that he was of a higher rank than you. Soon, your face was back to its usual position, a soft smile and seductive eyes, as you made your way next to Ivar.

You let your hand trace his jaw, as he followed your every movement, mouth agape. You tutted at him cheekily, tapping his chin in a “close your mouth motion”. That made him snap out of his trance quickly. You sat down next to him and looked at Aslaug expectantly.

“Let the feast begin!”  

Chatter filled the room again, and the tension dissipated. Ivar shook his head, as if he could shake off the stupor he was in. You were leaning on your elbow, drinking ale from your cup and listening to Ubbe’s conversation with other women. You felt a strong hand place itself on your knee, and slowly trail upwards, bunching up some of your skirts. Your breathing quickened, and your hands began to tremble with excitement. There simply was something that attracted you to the crippled prince. You had heard of different rumors – some saying that he was incapable of pleasing a woman. But simply looking him in the eyes brought you closer than any other man could without touching you. You also loved ticking him off, just to see his jaw clench and his eyes turn darker. Once the hand reached your upper thigh you shivered in anticipation, earning a soft chuckle from Ivar.

He leaned into you, softly biting your earlobe before his gruff voice whispered, “Do you know why you’re the only woman allowed to sit next to me during feasts?”

You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him as he grabbed your chin, holding your face so close to his that your noses were touching and you could feel his hot breath on your lips. You had to use everything you had to refrain yourself from closing the gap and ravaging his mouth.

“Certain voices have been going around Ivar,” you nudged his nose upwards with your own, and trailed your lips towards his lips, “saying how you talk often of me.” His cheeks reddened slightly, but he didn’t let go of his steel grip on you. “So tell me, what have you been saying?” You retreated back to your original spot, hiding your lips behind your cup. You felt so many eyes upon you, watching both with curiosity and jealousy. But the only gaze that mattered to you was Ivar’s stormy one.

“You see Y/N, all men here can agree that you have the most beautiful body. Compared to you, all other women here hold no attraction – they are as flat as a washing board and look like young boys.” You giggled lightly at his comment.

“You are so feminine, your curves are simply hypnotizing. Odin, I cannot stop thinking about them.” He breathed sharply, as if his own words were affecting him.

“And why should I choose to sit next to you, when there are other men who think the same?” the words left your soft mouth in a tone so sickly sweet that it did not match their meaning at all.

“Because we both know that you may be a vixen, but you are mine.”

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To Be My Night And My Day - Part 3

Summary: Hvitserk has been your best friend since childhood, the one you can always rely on. So when you start doubting your current relationship with Sihtric, Hvitserk kindly offers to help you out….but the consequences are never what you expected.

Pairing- Sihtric x Plus Size!Reader & Hvitserk x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, confessions 

Words: 3200

Tag List:  @youbloodymadgenius @evelynshelby @pomegranates-and-blood @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @geekandbooknerd @adrille88 @dini73 @flowers-in-your-hayr​ (lemme know if you want to be added or deleted)

Catch up here -- Part 1 / Part 2

The day of the midsummer festival arrived. Garlands of flowers and banners were strung between some of the houses. The flowers saturated the air with their potent aroma, mixing with the smoke from the large bonfires to create a heady scent in the evening air. The rambunctious screams of children and the cheers of old friends celebrating drown out all other sounds. Even the sun as it set over the fjords cast the sky in mesmerizing colors, as if it wanted to join in the revelry below before disappearing. Food and ale were in abundant supply, promising everyone to have their fill, and for many to awake the next morning with regrets due to the pain in their stomachs or heads. Or both. 

 Yet, you wandered along the streets, feeling alone even amongst the crowd. A smile remained plastered to your face as you moved about. A few times you stopped to greet those you knew and share a few sips of ale with them. You did not linger long though. Soon enough you were back to walking, back to scanning the crowds for two faces in particular, back to ignoring the churning in your gut. 

As you maneuvered through the crowd, avoiding sprinting children and a few wandering hands, your mind reminisced that a year ago today was the first time you brought Sihtric to your home. That the two of you made love for the first time. That you shared with him a part of yourself no one else had seen or touched. 

 Your mind easily recalled how he was so gentle with you that night, treating you like a queen whom he willingly served to his utmost ability. Each caress, each kiss, each word of praise and compliment painted your skin while his musky scent and husky voice infused itself into your soul. Then as you made love, for there was no other description for it, you felt your heart fully open to him like a flower desperate for the sun's rays. 

 Afterwards, you laid together on your bed, silly smiles on both of your faces, wholly sated and sweaty. Neither of you with any intention of leaving. There he asked you to be his. His woman. His lover. 

 And you agreed immediately. 

 Under the festival's banners and the fading sun, your hands smoothed down the fabric of your dress as you walked. You had been working on this dress for the past several months by candlelight once Sihtric had fallen asleep. It was meant to be a surprise for him, a gift in a way. The color of the fabric was a deep forest green, his favorite color. It hugged you tight like a lover's embrace, showing your plump figure. Something you never would have done in the past. But for Sihtric you would….because you knew he loved your body and you wanted to look good for him. For with the way the dress was cut and showcased certain assets on your body, you knew he would thoroughly enjoy peeling you out of it later. 

 Tonight you were supposed to be at Sihtric's side, laughing and drinking with him. You were supposed to feel beautiful with his appreciative gaze and grabby hands. You were supposed to feel happy amongst your friends as you celebrated another year blessed by the gods. 

 Yet you were alone. 

 And all you could feel was despair. 

 Up ahead, you could see Queen Aslaug and Ubbe, sipping on horns as they watched the crowd, whispering to one another. When Ubbe caught your eye, he smiled brightly and motioned you over. You might have been able to keep your facade before Ubbe, teasing him about his latest lover or listening to him tell an embarrassing story of his brothers. He would throw his arm over your shoulders, letting you lay your head against him and steal sips of ale from his horn. He had told you more than once you were the sister he always wished for. A compliment you took to heart. 

 But you knew the queen would be able to see through your illusion within a second. The fake happiness you wore as a cloak to hide your true feelings, drawn back beneath her penetrating gaze, leaving you exposed. Somehow the woman had always been able to read you too well, even when you were a child. As you sat amongst the brothers at the table eating, when you occasionally joined them, they would be talking, or more likely arguing, your mind would be far away reliving the negative comments or looks thrown at you earlier in the day. Without a word, she would reach over and grasp your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Reminding you that those people's opinions were not the ones you should focus on. That your friends, your found family, their opinions matter more. Even now as you stood across the street, when her eyes met yours, there was a knowing weight there that made your heart clench painfully. 

 So instead, you shook your head and gave them a brief smile before disappearing into the crowd once more. You had hoped to see Sihtric or Hvitserk, to try and talk sense into them, to just see their faces and pretend for a moment that you had not monumentally screwed everything up. But as you wandered down the various streets, neither the blond prince or the dark-haired Viking seemed to be attending. 

 After a final glance around, with tears threatening to escape their confines and a churning of acid in your stomach that refused to settle, you turned your back and started towards the docks. You always found peace listening to the waves on the shore. The repetitive sound and motion, the salty air, the cool breeze on your skin, the sand beneath you, it all helped clear away the worries and fears in your mind for a time. And that was something you sorely needed right now. 

 You continued through the revelry, like a ghost among the living, threading your way towards the docks. You stopped when a hand landed on your arm, reaching out of the shadows and stilling your movements. With an excuse of exhaustion on your lips, you turned to deliver it to whomever it was seeking your attention.

 Only for it to dissipate when your gaze met those dark eyes that enchanted you, that held your secrets, that you found solace in. 

 "Sihtric?" You breathed out. The churning in your stomach momentarily silenced under his gaze. 

 Those dark eyes scanned you from head to toe, not missing an inch of skin or curve of your body exposed in your dress. With the intensity of his gaze, a shiver raced down your spine and caused your breath to catch in your throat. 

 "You look beautiful." He softly murmured. With the lightness of a butterfly's wing, he reached up to trace your cheek and down your jawline. Unconsciously, your eyelids fluttered, threatening to close under the sheer bliss from his touch alone. He chuckled huskily, making your eyes snap open and your heart to skip at the sound. 

 "Thank you." You responded, equally as quiet. 

 The both of you stood there, somehow your hands now laying on his chest and his on your hips. You knew you should say something instead of staring at him like a lovestruck fool; but you were too caught in a daze from finally finding him, after days of your heart yearning for him. And with the way he was staring at you...you wondered if he felt the same. 

 "Can….can we talk?"

 You nodded. "Of course."

 He gently took your hand in his, pressing a lingering kiss to the palm of your hand, making your heart beat a rapid tempo in response. Silently he guided you through the crowd, away from the festival. A couple of times, you heard the call of your name or Sihtric's, friends hoping you would join them. Every time his feet never faulted, continuing onward, leading you away. He would wave a hand at them, calling out that the two of you were retiring for the night. 

 For the first time that day, the smile you wore was genuine. Not a hint of fictitious joy to be found. And whenever Sihtric would catch your eye and grin or wink at you….your smile only grew wider. 

 It was several minutes before you realized he was leading you back to your home. Privacy and quiet was what he most likely were looking for and that was guaranteed at your home right now. It was now though as you approached, your mind could see through the mental haze and began to question what he wanted to speak to you about. 

 Releasing your hand, he opened the door and stepped through. Yet you lingered for a moment on the threshold. There was something in you that knew, after this moment, after this talk, nothing would ever be the same. But would it bring you joy or heartbreak was unknown. 

 With a deep breath, you willed your heart to settle as you followed him inside. You first noticed the fire in the hearth was alive and dancing, casting light and shadows around the main room. For a brief moment you questioned your own sanity, for you were certain you had not left it like that. You always doused the flames before leaving your home. There were one too many stories of the negligence of others forgetting about their fire and their home turning to ash. Something you never wanted to experience personally.

 The second thing you noticed was the blond prince sitting next to your small table, clad only in trousers and loose shirt, his legs stretched out before him. His green eyes were trained on you, first taking in your form through your dress before settling on your face. His pointer finger drummed repetitively on the cup he held in hand. At any other time, this scene would have been normal. He would probably be over demanding food and cuddles. But now, with the tension you could see in his form, it was anything but relaxed. 

 Your head whipped around to stare at Sihtric, your stomach doing somersaults and your traitorous heart racing like a horse. "What is going on?"

 With a glance at Hvitserk, the dark-haired Viking stepped closer. His hand moved to cup your cheek, forcing you to stare only at him. "You love me?"

 "Yes." You murmured. 

 He nodded once. "But you also love him."

 This time when you answered, there was a tremble in your voice; not because your answer was untruthful, but from the pain you knew it carried with it. "Yes."

 "How?"

 You blinked owlishly for a moment. The question did not startle you, for it was a logical question. What caused your hesitation, your momentary lapse of thought, was that this was the very question you had been wrestling with ever since Hvitserk walked out after confessing his love to you. Amongst your sobbing and sleepless nights, you pondered how it could be. How could your heart yearn for both of them so earnestly? How could the very thought of your life without one or the other fill you with such dread?

 As your mind fumbled, tripping over your chaotic thoughts like unearthed roots in a forest, Sihtric drew back from you. With a resigned glint in his eyes, he turned and walked over to the small table, taking the seat opposite of Hvitserk. 

 Both men faced you, their gazes solely locked on you like you were a mystery needing to be solved. It was here you truly realized how very different they were. One was a blond prince, someone you had known almost your whole life and had become a safe haven for when the world became too much. The other was a dark-haired bastard, someone who you had only known for a while but showed up like a shooting star amongst your darkest of nights. 

 So how could you love them both equally?

 How could you explain it in a way they would understand?

 "Because, Sihtric, you are my night." You stated with finality, meeting the gaze of your lover. After a moment, you turned to look at your best friend. "And, Hvitserk, you are my day. I need you both."

 "That makes no sense." Hvitserk complained, then drained the cup in hand quickly. Only when he reached to refill his cup, did you notice the pitcher on the small table and the second cup near Sihtric's elbow. Absent-mindedly, you wondered how long the two of them had been sitting in your home drinking together while you were at the festival searching for them. 

 Running a hand over your dress, you took a second to gather your thoughts before speaking. The gazes of both men were still on you. Hvitserk tapped on his cup with his forefinger, a habit he did when thinking or listening intently. Sihtric sat frozen, unmoving like a statue, his full attention on you. Silently, you sent a plea to the gods that your words would ring true and turn their hearts from violence. 

 "Sihtric, you are my night. You are the peace in my storm, my quiet moments of solace. You are my comforting walks along the shoreline, holding hands and listening to the waves. You are my late-night talks, my confessions in the dark. You are the only one who truly understands what it was to be alone, to be an outcast amongst your own family. You have truly made me feel wanted and beautiful and happy, when I could only see loneliness in my future before I met you."

 Tears in your eyes and heart held in the palm of your hands, you smiled faintly at your lover before shifting your gaze to your best friend. 

 "Hvitserk, you are my day. You are the joy in the sunlight. You are my silly adventures and learning to lie so as to avoid your mother's wrath. You are the laughter that always bubbles up in me whenever we are together. Yet you are my strength, without you I would not be here. You are the one to always encourage me, to ignore the comments and keep my head up high. You are the reason I can walk in Kattegat without a care, because their snide opinions hold no control over me anymore."

 No longer could you hold the tears back, staining your cheeks as they slid down. You sniffled, trying to wipe them away with the sleeve of your dress, only for them to be replaced with your next heartbeat. 

 "I'm so sorry," you continued when you were certain your voice would not crack, "I don't know how else to explain it. I love you both….for different reasons. I know it makes me selfish. I know I don't deserve either one of you. Especially now. I hope one day you can forgive me….but I cannot choose between you. I can't. It would be like choosing which eye I wish to keep. I can live with only one, but having both makes me better, makes me happier. I'm so sorry."

 Silence descended over the small room like a wet blanket, leaving you struggling to breath between their scrutiny and the tears streaming down your cheeks. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard and even it seemed to sense the intensity of the moment. 

 This was it. The time you had been waiting for. When they both would walk away and leave you alone. Not that you would blame them or try to stop them. It was what you deserved.  

 The two Vikings shared a meaningful look, an unspoken conversation passed between them, dark eyes meeting green ones. Hvitserk tilted his head to the side with raised brows, the faintest hint of a smirk teasing his lips. A long exhale escaped Sihtric as his gaze dropped to the table for a second before jerking it back up to meet the prince's. He nodded and they both faced you once again. 

 "This is it? Nothing can change your mind?" Hvitserk softly asked. 

 You shook your head. "I'm sorry."

 Hvitserk smirked. "We figured as much." He took a sip of his drink, carefully setting it on the table after. "We have talked….neither of us wish to lose you. Thus, we have a choice for you."

 "Yes?"

 "Would you be willing for us to share you?"

 Your thoughts tossed and turned like a rowboat stuck in the raging seas. Never had you thought of that option. You knew of others who had shared and had heard their stories of what it was like to have two lovers, but you never considered that for yourself. Mostly because you never thought more than one person would ever be interested in you anyway. 

 Your prior tears forgotten, you stumbled over your words as you watched both men. "I….truly? You would be willing….to share….me?" A part of you wondered if this was some kind of joke, something to raise your hopes only to dash them away 

 Sihtric rubbed a hand along his jawline. "We can try."

 "How….how would that….it work?" 

 "Well, tonight we figured we could have a trial run, if you agree." Hvitserk said casually, as if you were discussing the weather or what he wanted to eat for dinner. 

 Your mind continued to whirl with thoughts and questions. For surely there were certain things which would need to be discussed beforehand. Would others know of this….arrangement? What would happen if this fell apart? Curtly, you shook your head, hoping to dislodge the worries and fears. For once you wanted to live in the moment, and take the hand outstretched before you. Let the morning light bring its own concerns. 

 With a confidence you were unsure you truly felt, you straightened as you stood before them. "Yes. I want to do this."

 Hvitserk chuckled as he leaned back in his seat again, that damn smirk beaming from his face, causing butterflies in your belly to dance. 

 "Good." Sihtric leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Before your eyes, you watched the heat grow in his dark gaze, transforming from stoic to hungry in a way that made your breath hitch. "Take your clothes off."

 Your core clenched at the way his voice dropped while giving the command. A low simmer of desire sparked in your belly at the covetous look in his eyes. Your gaze shifted to the blond, only to be met with a wicked, primal stare that sent a shiver down your spine. Standing before them both, you felt a lamb before two ravenous wolves. Ones that would only feast on your flesh after they toyed with you, played with you, and made you cry out and beg for relief. 

 With hands shaking, not from trepidation but anticipation and excitement, your hands made quick work of the ties of your dress. Desire tightened a knot in your stomach and caused arousal to bloom between your legs. In the next moment, your dress dropped, pooling at your feet, leaving you naked before their eyes. Every roll of fat, every stretch mark, every blemish on full display for them. Every curve of your body, your ample breasts and thick thighs exposed in the firelight. Yet all you could see was the way both men drank you in with their starved looks, as if they were at a feast and you were the main course they had been waiting for….and they fully intended to devour to their heart's content. 

 Sihtric spoke first, almost making your knees buckle due to the low growl of his approval. 

 "Good girl."

Part 4

[honestsycrets]

Ivar the Boneless

Irreplaceable

Summary: Reader is the second wife to Ivar the Boneless. She functions as the mother of his children, but is hardly her favourite. Eventually, she becomes the apple of someone else’s eye.

Find Your Way

Synopsis: (Y/N) and Ivar are childhood friends. After (Y/N) is captured by Aethelwulf, she discovers his true intentions.

Blessed

Summary: After Hvitserk gifts his brother a Viking born English thrall, Ivar is jarred to find hes falling way too quick for the girl’s magic fingers and sweet demeanor.

Taking Sides

Summary: To his delight, his half sister stays with him. He’s bound and determined to make sure she stays-- but also that she’s his concubine.

Fresh

Summary: Shy Ivar can’t stop dreaming of reader-- but knows he can’t satisfy her sexually. When Bjorn and Ubbe find out, they decide to help their little brother

Bury It

Synopsis: (Y/N) buries a secret from her ill tempered husband. It’s only natural that the secret should blow up when he discovers the truth.

Warnings: Mention of rape in chapter one and two, rape in the prologue.

The Raven and the Arrow

Summary: Heiress (Y/N) encounters her ex, and CEO, Ivar at the Yule Gala. Turns out he doesn’t take kindly to being ignored.

Latte Kisses

Warning: Mention of character death.

Summary: Modern AU. Following the murder of his mother, Ivar walks until he encounters a particularly glittery cafe. It happens to belong to a bubbly, plus sized reader.

Second to None

Summary: The aftermath of the reader finding out her husband Hvitserk has been cheating with Margrethe. She seeks retribution from him.

Rut

Ubbe’s friend is a rare, unmated omega. When Ubbe drops the ball, Ivar breeds his girl.

Seize the Bride

Summary: In York, Ivar finds himself a Christian wife. She cares for his only son, but she just can’t let go of her first love Aethelred.

Great! Mighty!

Summary: Ivar’s thrall (Y/N) is hopelessly in love with her master. Her master might love her too, and after she is punished by Ubbe, Ivar finds himself feeling overprotective. However, he’s scared of falling in love and forces her to do things she does not want to.

Wedding Woes

Summary: He can’t convince himself to have sex with his wife for fear of hurting her. She has an ultimatum. See your brother Ubbe for therapy or divorce. Great.

Accidents Happen

Summary: The condom breaks with his fuck buddy, causing Ivar to develop a strange new desire.

More Than Her Legacy

Summary: After Ivar’s beloved wife dies in childbirth, he struggles to bond with his only son, Sigtryggr. Requested in my response to dying in childbirth headcanon.

A Kingly Duty

Summary: Ivar claims Hvitserk’s woman as his queen, locking Hvitserk away. Hvitserk needs revenge.

The Milkmaid

Summary:  Ivar forgot about Freydis’s milkmaid. He finds her presence comforting… and her milk too.

Just Friends 

➳ vikings || ivar x reader || tw:  obsessive!Ivar, Virgin!Ivar, Possessive!Ivar, Jealous!Ivar, FWB

❝ Ragnar knows that Margrethe would make a poor first fuck for his son. He knows someone better. ❞

The Hunt

➳ abo  || ivar x reader || tw: ivar’s osteogenesis imperfecta remains intact in this, alpha!ivar, breeding, werewolfy, gif heavy, sex, hunting the reader, hunting fetish, do i have a hunting fetish, induced heat, human!ivar turns alpha!ivar, mention of character death, sibling fighting, mention of sigurd death, injured!reader, use of wolves for hunting, omega!reader, in heat, abo dynamic

❝ ivar meets a beautiful omega– and desires her. she won’t accept anything short of an alpha.  ❞

Kis-Kis

➳ vikings|| ivar x reader || tw:  intense floof, domestic life, marriage

❝ the day after his wedding, ivar presents his morgengifu to his wife  ❞

A Soft Place to Land 

➳ vikings || ivar x reader || tw: angst

❝ after the death of his wife, the loss of his kingdom, Ivar seeks solace in his best friend. ❞

Wrong Number 

➳ modern || ivar x reader || tw: poc!reader (don’t send me angries please), fantasy!themes, sy’s bad poetry, pouty!ivar, sad!reader

❝ ivar gets annoyed when a phone number keeps popping up on your phone. ❞

The Light Bond

➳ vikings || ivar x reader || tw: angst

❝ ivar took her as a wife for relations, children (perhaps) and a longing for love– but he didn’t take into consideration her customs. ❞

The Knight’s Prize + II

Summary: he reader knows that she has no chance against Ubbe’s great army. she offers herself to him, the king. the only issue is, he isn’t.

The Boneless

Summary: reader has always been obsessed with Vikings— so much so that she majors in it. she comes into contact with another who shares the same sentiment.

Let Me See

Summary: On a night when Hvitserk is too busy, he arranges for one of his strippers to get some piercings done. By his brother.

The Dragon 

Summary: Your brother Olev was clear. Don’t go into that Viking’s room!

The Panty Thief

Summary: You were sure you had more panties than these.

Newly Single

Summary: Ivar is newly single-- but his son’s teacher tries all of that.

Boneless!

Summary: Reader is bothered by the sex demon, Ivar.

Fallen Swan

Summary: ivar returns home to his barren wife from raid. or, who he thought was barren.

Seeing Double

Summary: Ivar finds out that his wife has a twin-- and decides to play a game. Maybe doing it while she’s knocked up wasn’t the best of his plans.

Better Than Alone

Summary: She doesn’t want him to spend Jol alone. But he’s finally sick of her secrets.

Lost Opportunities

Summary: In his insanity of believing himself a god, he lost a good woman.

War Prize

Summary: Alpha Ivar collects omegas in conquerering lands

Like No Other

Summary: Alphas aren’t allowed in the delivery room. He’s not one to sit and stay like other alphas though.

Not a Promise

Summary: His girl wants a baby. He’ll try his best.

Son

Summary: Ivar makes a promise to his son

Three for Me

Summary: The reader has three Aslaugssons under her grip,

Extra Marshmallows

Summary: Ivar has cabin fever. But not for the reasons you might think.

More Than Innocent

Summary: Ivar’s crush gets a new tattoo. He lets her know how he feels about it.

Age Already

Summary: An earl of Ivar’s comes to Kattegat with a special request.

Away with the Loneliness

Summary: She’s lonely after Ivar marries Freydis. He sends Hvitserk to her.

Stitch Mother’s Heart

Call Me Mommie

Summary: He is not going to call her mommie.

Like Me

Summary: Ivar encounters a girl. She’s a cripple. Like him.

Tell me the Truth

Summary: Ivar’s son, Sigtryggr, has always known how his father felt.

Play the Fool

Summary: She will claim the king.

Purple isn’t your Colour

Summary: Ivar knows your family has high expectations. He’ll fill each one on your wedding day.

Child of Mine

Summary: Ragnar sends Ivar on a task.

Why Here?

Summary: Ivar can’t get sex unless he cuddles. On the beach. With his brothers watching.

Keeping Secrets

Summary: His woman won’t have sex with him. But when Ivar finds lingerie... he has reason to believe she’s hiding from him

Glass is an Ass

Summary: After Sigurd pushes Ivar into glass, they go to the ER. He just happens to meet a pretty girl.

Pouring Rain

Summary: Reader is a foreign princess in an arranged marriage with Ivar. After an accident happens, Ivar chooses whether to stay or go.

What Could Have Been

Summary: Ivar lost the love of his life young. Now, on his death bed he debates whether or not he will see her in the afterlife. Valhalla... or Hel? As a berserker, he struggles.

Stubborn

Summary: Ivar’s personal assistant is sick of being abused by him and decides to quit. Just maybe she shouldn’t have told him to him to eat shit

Only when you need

Summary: Ivar wakes up to a stranger.

Enchanted by Fire

Summary: Redheaded reader picks the wrong knife for dinner. Ivar is angry-- but can’t sleep without his little redheaded goddess.

Second Chances

Summary: After your husband stabs you in the side, you have nowhere else to turn. You come crawling back to your ex-husband in hope of help.

Scent

Summary: So you’re a little new to this omega thing. You just don’t know how to hide your heats-- and your daddie picked the wrong house to leave you in.

All of the Things

Summary: All of Sigurd’s things are his. That includes you.

Knotty

Summary: Its unacceptable that you caught Ivar with a blonde on his lap. You establish dominance.

Mama’s Boy

Summary: Your son was jumped by a jealous alpha and you decide to take it into your own hands.

Mother May I?

Summary: Single mom (Y/N) becomes Ubbe and Hvitserk’s next target.

Take a Break

Summary: He just wanted to ask her a question.

On Your Knees

Summary: Your jaw hurts... and you really hate Margrethe.

His Gift

Summary: Reader is given as a peace offering. It didn’t pan out.

Cold Feet

Summary: It’s reader’s wedding day! Too bad her ex-boyfriend decided to knock on her door.

Just a Toy

Summary: Ivar said that he would never date you. Sure, that’s okay. You probably shouldn’t have told his mother that though.

Beloved

Summary: The aftermath of Ivar killing Reader’s ex-lover, Sigurd.

Swept Away

Summary: Ivar steals Lagertha’s Bride.

A Promise

Summary: Ivar undergoes water therapy to keep a promise.

Capture the Queen

Summary: The Aftermath of Queen (Y/N) standing behind Lagertha

Knock It Off

Chapter I | Chapter II

Summary: Ivar hears reader’s thoughts in his head. It must be fate.

Beacon

Summary: Reader receives a gift from Rollo.

To the Victor!

Summary: A drunk Hvitserk and Ivar make a bet on Hvitserk’s wife.

Only Me!

Summary: Boss Ivar finds out that his stripper has given Lagertha a lap dance.

Tell Her.

Summary: Aethelred knocks Ivar off his chariot. Reader goes apeshit.

Broken Pieces

Summary: Reader can’t imagine a world without Ivar. With everyone talking about his imminent death, you panic.

Lost Sigurdsson

Warnings: Mention of character death.

Summary: Poor, starving and with a harsh winter on the horizon, reader stoops to begging to protect her son. The son of late Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye.

Can’t Say No

Summary: Ivar’s camp was raided by his enemy, leaving many of the wives dead. He looks for his.

Valkyrie

Summary: There is a Valkyrie in Ivar’s camp whom cares for the Ragnarssons. She may or may not have a temper.

Shiny

Summary: Demon!Ivar steals a golden princess from the Saxons.

One or the Other

Synopsis: Reader is jealous of Margrethe. After Sigurd pops off at Ivar, she must choose a side.

Imagine being drunk and Ivar being jealous

Imagine Ivar hating Valentines

Testing Ivar’s Patience (Slightly NSFW)

Imagine Ivar being overly protective of his family

Imagine Ivar missing your first child’s birth

Imagine Hades!Ivar and Persephone!Reader

Imagine Ivar taking care of you after being wounded

Sequel: Step In

Ivar wants as many children as there are stars

Ivar wants emotion!

Warnings: Mention of cheating (kiss).

Ivar seeks your name out

Warnings: Crazy reader.

Ivar seeks out the hand of a farmer

Ivar just wants a bite

Warnings: NSFW

Imagine needing a knot

Warnings: NSFW

Ivar protects his family

Ivar’s hardworking wife

AHA

A New Shot

Headcannons

Ivar can’t sing

Ivar as a daddie

Ivar won’t be replaced

Ivar loses his wife in childbirth

Ivar’s Hufflepuff woman

Your Fault

Child of OI

Game Loss

Misc

Share Him

Summary: Hvitserk is always with someone else

Gold Tooth

Summary: Baby Ivar looses a tooth

Do You Want To, Too?

Summary: Ubbe helps his baby brother decorate for Yul

Insane!Vampire Ivar

Events

5CW: I

[plus-size-reader]

Devastated

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2794 words

Warnings: Reader cannot have children. It is covered in very little detail but content may be triggering to some. Read with caution darlings. 

Summary: The reader finds out that she will never bear children, and knows that she must tell her husband, eventually. 

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You were devastated.

In your entire life, you were sure that you’d never been given such bad news.

When you went to visit the Seer, the last thing you expected him to tell you about your future was that you would never be able to have children, and yet, that was just what had happened.

You begged the mighty one to reconsider, to tell you something different, but there was nothing to be done.

The reality was that you would never bear children of your own, not in all your life.

You couldn’t believe it.

Child rearing was incredibly important to you, and your people in general. You should have been able to bear strong, strapping sons to carry on their father’s name and daughters who could hold their own against any warrior.

It was your birthright as a woman, and a Princess of Kattegat, but the seer was very clear. There were no young ones in your future, at least, not any that you would carry on your own as your mother had with you.

It wasn’t going to happen.

By all accounts, you were heartbroken.

Since you were a young child, you had dreamed of becoming a mother to brave children who could bring just as much glory to Kattegat as you and all the others before you had. You owed it to the Gods, but evidently, they had a different plan.

You weren’t to be a mother.

You considered this, and everything else the seer had said as you walked down the path toward the great hall, your feet heavy beneath you. Perhaps, if you made enough offerings to Freya, something would change.

Though, you knew it would never work.

The seer had never been wrong, in all the years you’d lived. If he was ever going to be wrong, you doubted it would be over this in any case.

You couldn’t rightly ignore the facts.

Your body wasn’t fit to carry children, and if your womb couldn't support life, there was nothing you could have ever hoped to do to change that. The most you could do was accept what you knew to be true.

Which was much easier in theory than in practice.

Not only did you have to come to terms with this new reality, but you also had to share the unfortunate news with your husband, who would certainly not take it well.

Every man wanted sons, men whom they could be proud to leave their name to when they were finally called to Valhalla. The idea that you were taking that away from Ivar made you rethink everything.

Would he want to be married to you anymore when he found out? Your marriage was relatively new, and you couldn't blame him if this was something that he simply couldn’t overlook and even worse, what if he was angry?

Ivar wasn’t exactly a joy to be around when he was angry, and you fear what he may do if he blamed you for something like this.

Was it your fault?

Gods, maybe it was.

You weren’t aware that you couldn’t have children before this morning so it wasn’t as if you could have been expected to warn him before your marriage, but now that you knew, was it possible you had done something wrong.

It was really starting to feel as though you were being punished for something, but for what, you were unsure.

Surely you’d done something wrong. Why else would the Gods see fit to take your children away from you before you’d even had a chance to consider having them?

It felt like a cruel joke, one that you could never escape.

The more you thought about it, the more distracted you’d become, and before long, you found yourself entering the mouth of the great hall, where Ivar was already waiting for you.

Of course he was.

Your husband was kind to you, most of the time, when his temper didn’t have a handle on his emotions. You had never found yourself worried about speaking to him, or telling him anything before, but today was different.

Today, you found yourself more willing to go into the woods to fight a bear as Bjorn had done, rather than tell Ivar of the news you’d gotten from the seer on your visit this morning.

It was simply too much to put on one person.

“Well hello my wife, how are you?” Ivar hummed, letting his eyes fall on you in the doorway once he’d decided he was bored of watching Ubbe and Hvitserk try to best one another in an arm wrestle.

They had been going at it for the last hour or so, and it had gotten tedious shortly after that.

Hearing about what you had gotten into today seemed to interest him that much more, especially because you had taken it upon yourself to get out of bed and leave before he’d even opened his eyes.

You didn’t speak at first, instead opting to admire the man you loved in a silent contemplation of how he was feeling today.

If he was already in a sour mood, you weren’t going to dare bring something like this up.

Still, compared to how Ivar acted on his worst days, he seemed rather content today. If nothing else, he was bored, which you couldn’t really fault him for. His mother had more or less kept him here his entire life.

He didn’t voyage away from Kattegat and he never was one for frivolous activities to pass the time.

In any case, if there was ever going to be a good opportunity to have such a sensitive conversation with him, it was now. At least, you had a better chance of him staying calm, rather than getting angry.

“I’m just fine, Ivar, how are you?” you hummed, sitting down beside him as gingerly as you could without disturbing him, though you were more in your head than you’d ever been.

You knew that you should pay attention as he told you about what he’d gotten up to today, not missing the subtle comments he made about you leaving him to wake up on his own, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the sinking in your gut.

Deep down, you knew that he would blame you.

That it was bad enough that you weren’t as fair or petite as his brother’s wives, and that his father had arranged your marriage, but now, you wouldn't even be able to bear his children for him.

You had been rather fortunate to avoid Ivar’s wrath before now, though you’d seen it pretty frequently, and you could feel that luck running out. You knew that this would upset him, that he would be angry.

You just weren’t sure what you could do about that.

It would be foolish to believe that you could keep this from him forever.

Eventually, he was bound to put the pieces together when you couldn’t get pregnant, and even if he didn’t, the seer was sure to mention it to him at some point.

You could only keep this from him for so long, and if he found out you knew this long before he did, he would punish you for sure.

So, as much as it made your stomach turn, you knew that you only really had one choice.

“What did you do today that was so important?” he questioned, all but snapping in your face to get your attention once he’d finished speaking, only to find you as far away as ever.

Clearly, your head was a million miles away, and while that normally would have frustrated Ivar, he found himself strangely concerned for your wellbeing. Usually, when he spoke, you hung on every word.

Today, it was as if he wasn’t even here.

“I went to visit the seer, about the strange way I’ve been feeling” you shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t bring on any other questions from him.

This was your chance.

All you had to do was tell him.

Though, when you raised your eyes to meet his, you found that same knot in your belly twisted up even more. There was no way that you could tell him, he would never understand.

Still, you knew that at some point, he was sure to pull it out of you. He always did, no matter what it was you tried to keep away.

“Well, what did he tell you?” came his second question, the one you’d been anticipating, and trying to avoid, this entire time.

You did your best not to let the heavy sigh building in your chest escape as you tried to figure out how to word what you had to say, your eyes falling on both Hvitserk and Ubbe across the room.

It was bad enough that you were about to tell Ivar the worst news you’d ever gotten, but now, you had to do it with them within earshot? It was perfect. The entire Ragnarsson clan could hate you at once.

Not that them being here was a completely bad thing.

At least with his brothers in the room, there was less of a chance that Ivar could get so angry with you.

Perhaps they would be a good buffer for you.

In any case, you knew that you had reached the end of your very minimal stalling. If you waited any longer, the more you were sure that Ivar’s peaceful mood and ticking patience would fade.

The longer you waited, the harder it would be.

“There is nothing outrightly wrong” you allowed, doing your best to make him feel better about that, at the very least. It wasn’t a lie, just as much as it wasn’t exactly the truth. You weren’t dying, or seriously ill.

You just weren’t as you thought you were this morning.

“Then why were you away for so long? Surely the seer was able to tell you something” he groaned, bothered that you had been away for so many hours without so much as a warning to him.

After all, you had been missing from his side since before he opened his eyes, something he had never really taken kindly to.

You nodded, sorry that your clear absence had upset him so much before you finally let that sigh fall from your lips.

“Yes, he did, but the news is rather difficult to accept,” you warned, forcing some words out when you found the truth unable to leave your tongue. With every second that passed, you could just feel his patience leaving him.

However, even with all the blatant stalling you were doing, Ivar remained as calm as he could.

It was clear to him that no matter what you said, there was something you were keeping from him. The only question Ivar really had was why?

In all the time that you had been married, he was always kind to you. He took care of you as any husband should and though his temper was a bit harsh at times, he was always careful to be fair and gentle when he spoke to you.

All in all, Ivar thought himself to be a good husband but perhaps he was wrong.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could be so bad that you were so timid to tell him.

“Y/N, what did the seer tell you?” he prompted, shocking you a bit with the use of your name. Ivar never used your name, not if he could help it, always instead opting for ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ if he really wanted something.

It was never Y/N with him.

“I cannot have children, Ivar. Not ever” you finally broke, desperately wishing that you hadn’t said anything to begin with.

You should have been able to do this, and you both knew it.

Still, once you’d finally built up the courage to look, the upset that you expected from Ivar wasn’t anywhere to be seen on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost confused.

That was what you were so afraid to tell him?

You had come in here after a day of absence, as closed off and cagey as he’d ever seen you in all the time that you’d known him and that was what it was about? He just couldn’t believe that was the thing that you hesitated to share.

Of all the things it could have been, he would have thought that among the first that you could talk with him about if need be.

Not that you could read all of that from his silence and pensive expression.

From where you were sitting, you were even further convinced that he was about to tell you that he couldn’t be married to someone that couldn’t give him children, and that you would be on your own once again.

News that you couldn’t have been more unwilling to hear.

While your marriage to Ivar had been his mother’s idea in the beginning, you had begun to really care for him in the time you’d been married. Separating from him was sure to break your heart.

No matter the circumstances.

“And you’re upset by that?” he hummed, after a few seconds of silence between the two of you, a casual question that seemed so out of place in such a serious, tense conversation.

It was so strange.

He truly seemed as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Though, you were talking to a man who had never truly been sure children were in his future to begin with. Not to mention the fact that even if he knew he was physically able, Ivar didn’t know how he felt about fathering offspring.

After all, if they had to live life anything like he did, he wasn’t sure it was worth it.

So, the idea that you couldn’t bear his children didn’t bother Ivar as much as you’d been expecting. Something that would have made you feel better, had you not been heartbroken over it.

You wanted to have children, all your life, so now knowing that you couldn’t, it felt as if something you’d never even had, had been stolen from you.

“Of course I’m upset, Ivar. Are you not?” you sighed, shocked at how this conversation had so drastically changed from what you’d been expecting. All this time, you thought your husband would be the most affected by this.

All the while, he remained almost entirely unphased by the news that you were barren.

It was almost insulting.

“Did you really expect to have children when we married, anyway?” he asked, his question giving you pause for a moment.

You supposed you’d never really thought about it before.

He had a point.

There was never any real guarantee that you were going to be a mother with him in any case, a fact that hadn’t even been important enough to cross your mind when you were getting married.

“I never thought much about it” you allowed, your eyes once again sinking to the floor as you thought about everything that had somehow changed, in the matter of a few hours.

It was hard not to feel as if your body had betrayed your trust, taking away something you had always thought to be promised.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

Ivar may not have ever considered himself a father, in any capacity, but that didn’t mean that your upset was any less real. He’d had his entire life to come to terms with this, whereas you’d only known for a day.

Of course it bothered you, and even if he didn’t really get why you were allowing something like this to get to you so much, he could recognize that you were hurting.

...and what kind of husband would he be if he left his grieving wife to her own devices.

“I understand that you are distressed by the seer’s news, but I promise you, it changes nothing between us” Ivar assured, his fingers brushing over the top of your hand as he held it between you.

It wasn’t the most comforting gesture outside of this moment, a simple hand holding as it were, but coming from Ivar, it made all the difference in the world.

As desperate as you were to change the state of your body, and as much as you wished it wasn’t the way it was, you knew that nothing could be done.

All you could do now was move on as best you could, and perhaps, sometime down the line, the gods may gift you with a child that you could care for. 

Even if such a child wasn’t of Ivar’s and your own.

At least, until then, you had Ivar by your side.