#ubbe's wolfpack

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Jordan Patrick Smith for Malbon 2023

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The Predator (Ivar x Reader)

Summary: Ivar has always admired you from afar, a true shieldmaiden that would even make the Valkyries jealous of your skills. But when the chance comes for him to speak to you, to finally push past his fears and insecurities….death stalks in the shadows waiting for its moment to attack.

This is my contribution to the @vikingsbigbang2022!

The idea for this fic was actually from a request/conversation I had with @childishhoe eons ago. I hope you like it!

Also, I want to give a huge shout out to my collaborating artists: @quantumlocked310 & @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog y'all have been amazing in this process. Thank you!

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Playlist by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog (added at the end)

Thud.

Releasing the tension from the drawstring of his bow, Ivar peered down the field towards the target at the end. The corners of his lips turned up in the faintest idea of a smile. The arrow had landed in the dead center of the clumsily drawn target. Just like the past nine other arrows, scattered amongst the various targets drawn on stumps or bales of hay.

"Have I mentioned yet how frightfully accurate you are?"

Ivar glanced at Ubbe, who stood next to him with a proud smile on his face. "You did yesterday."

"Hmmm….seems like you were blessed by the gods."

"I'd rather have my legs." Ivar mumbled, his good mood immediately soured.

Ubbe squeezed his shoulder but thankfully kept any words behind his teeth. Seeing that Ivar was out of arrows, the elder brother walked down to the end of the archery range to retrieve Ivar's arrows again.

The dark-haired Ragnarsson absent-mindedly watched Ubbe pluck the arrows from the targets, pleased that his brother knew to keep the pitying looks or comments to himself. Everyone had gotten better about hiding their pity but Ivar could still see it….could feel it taint the air….and it made his blood boil. It made him want to thrust his dagger into someone's chest and rip their still-beating heart out, to paint himself in the blood of those who dare pity him, to hear their petrified screams….to remind them all that he was more than his useless legs.

That someday the whole world would know the name of Ivar the Boneless….

….and they would fear him.

But for now, he temporarily suppressed his homicidal tendencies. His mother chastised him enough when he verbalized all the ways he would love to torture Sigurd. Not that it stopped him. He just hated seeing that disappointed look on her beautiful face. Or the swat to the back of his head from Floki. That did not mean he did not have plans though….for the future.

The sounds of others in the practice yard drifted around him like a chilling breeze. His jaw tightened fractionally. The two Ragnarssons were off at the furthest corner of the archery range, no one else around them. Several of those that stood around or practiced with axes and swords called out greetings to Ubbe when the two brothers passed. But no one came to join them, to practice archery or just talk….because of Ivar.

That easy comradery, that acceptance, that respect from his fellow Vikings, was something he never experienced. They thought him worthless, useless….just a cripple.

They kept their distance. Never were they outright rude to his face, because everyone knew Ivar's temper and violent tendencies would warrant him to inflict pain on them, but they never tried to join him or whichever brother was babysitting him for the day.

So he watched and observed. Only in the dead of night when he was alone, did his imagination create fantasies of being able to join the other warriors. To be recognized and wanted. To be respected. To be liked.

For now, he would accept their fear.

A cheer rang out through the practice yard. "Hvitserk! Hvitserk!" Several voices chanted his name like they were summoning him forth.

While sitting on his stump, Ivar turned to see his flaxen-haired brother stepping into the center of the sparring area, a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. His smug smile could be witnessed even from where Ivar sat, as those watching cheered him on with enthusiasm.

The youngest Ragnarsson wondered who was stupid enough to try and fight his brother. He begrudgingly admitted that all of his brothers were fierce warriors in their own right, a trait surely gifted through the blood of their father and being descendants of Odin the All-Father.

Yet neither the father that abandoned them nor the one-eyed god in Valhalla ever answered Ivar's whispered prayers and silent cries.

In the sparring area, a new cheer arose as Hvitserk's opponent stepped into the circle. Carrying a sword and shield, you rolled your shoulders, preparing for the spar. The chant of your name filled the air, like those around could not help but be in awe of you. For it was the air of confidence surrounding you that made people magnetized to you.

And Ivar was no exception.

Your name flowed from his lips in a reverent murmur as his vivid, blue eyes refused to look away. You were perfection in every way. Your movements were fluid like a dancer's and calculated like a strategist's. Every year that passed, you continuously grew in beauty, a kind that should not be known in the mortal realm. People flocked to you, both to win your affections and bask in your presence. Your skills with a blade were already legendary. Many claimed one day that you might surpass Lagertha herself with your sword skill. You were confident and strong, poised and regal. A valkyrie amongst mortals that were blessed just to be in your presence.

The sporadic times Ivar and you interacted in passing, usually around his brothers, you never ignored or awkwardly stared at him like other women. As if they were unsure what to do around him since he did not have working legs or they feared he would randomly stab them. But not you. Instead, your gorgeous eyes would meet his, a smile on your lips, as you greeted him like he was worth your time.

On occasion, you would ask him a superficial question and it was all Ivar could do to remember how to speak. Then to his further astonishment, you would actually listen and respond. The few conversations you bestowed upon him were typically short-lived, for his brothers were always around and would steal your attention away or you would have to leave to fulfill your duties.

Yet in those moments, Ivar swore his heart stopped and he could grow wings and fly.

His brothers teased him about his crush on you, how he would go starry-eyed and barely able to speak in your presence. In retaliation, he would just remind them that whenever they made advances towards you, you would quite clearly make your feelings known - usually with a dagger against their balls. Not that it stopped their flirting.

Ivar knew of a few bets going around, trying to see who would be the first brought to your bed here in Kattegat. Yet so far, no one had won.

The riotous cheering resumed in the sparring area as Hvitserk and you began circling one another. In a blink, Hvitserk advanced, swinging his sword and axe only for them to repeatedly bounce off your shield. The two of you sparred for several more minutes, taking turns in attempts to land a hit or make the other stumble. Finally both of you stepped away, chests heaving and grins on their faces. Hvitserk said something that had everyone nearby laughing as he winked at you.

Ivar's hand tightened on the bow in his lap.

You shook your head with a smirk. Then you glided forward with an effortless grace and initiated the sparring this time.

"I heard she trained under Lagertha for a few years before coming here." Ubbe stated, coming up to Ivar's side with the arrows in hand, even as he watched the fight. "That's why she's so good."

Ivar grunted. "I hope she makes Hvitty eat dirt."

"She probably will."

This time something in you had shifted. No longer were you fighting on equal terms with Hvitserk. Oh no….it became obvious you had been toying with him this whole time.

In frustrated retaliation, Hvitserk's hits began to get more wild, his blocks more sloppy. Yet you continued to dance around him, taking each hit and easily returning your own that he barely managed to escape. Once you managed to knock him onto his back, but with a quick roll, Hvitserk was up and charging at you again.

Finally, with a clearly well-practiced and almost unbelievable move, you slipped under his guard. Using his momentum against him, you feigned a spin and snuck a leg out to swipe at him, effectively tripping him. Before he could do more than raise his face from the dirt beneath him, you had one foot on his back and your sword tip at the nap of his neck.

Ivar sworn he had never seen a more beautiful and erotic sight in his entire life.

After a moment, you allowed Hvitserk up, clasping forearms after with smiles still on your faces as those around cheered or swapped coins based on their betting. Moving away, you settled back to lean against a railing, happily accepting the water from someone next to you. With your sleeve, you wiped the sweat from your brow before taking a sip. One of the shieldmaidens at your other side muttered something that made you laugh, shaking your head before you playfully shoved her.

A smile tugged on his lips in answer to your own laughter. But it died a swift death when he noticed the many other pairs of eyes watching you. Some of those looks were nothing short of hungry.

"You should say something to her."

Ivar shifted his icy glare to his elder brother. "What are you talking about?"

Ubbe shrugged. "It's obvious you like her….don't deny it. The death glares you give the others are enough to confirm it. So, you should tell her. Who knows? Maybe she feels the same."

Ivar scoffed, even as his heart pounded in his chest like a drum at the mere thought of you returning even a smidgen of his affection. "No. She's too nice to say it to my face. But she has no interest in any of you, why would she be interested in the cripple then?"

"Ivar, it's not…."

"Shut up. I'm done talking about this. Let's go find our idiot brothers. I'm tired of waiting around for them." Ivar slid down the trunk and began using his hands to crawl back towards the Great Hall. He could faintly hear Ubbe mutter something under his breath as he picked up Ivar's abandoned bow and arrows, used to have to carry things for the youngest Ragnarsson.

Before he got too far, Ivar could not help himself as he turned to look over his shoulder one last time at you. Leaning against the railing, you watched the next sparring match with a small smile on your face, looking beautiful and happy.

With that image in his mind, Ivar continued to crawl away, each drag of his lower body haunted by the eyes he knew would be following his movement like he was some rabid beast in need of being put down for the safety of all.

But the worst part was the knowledge that someone as perfect as you would never look twice at him in desire. He was a snake, meant to crawl on the ground, and you….you were a Valkyrie meant to rise above everyone and dwell with the gods.

*****

His vibrant eyes peered down over the edge of the short cliff, cloaked by the bushes he looked through. Lying here, with his belly on the ground, no one ever saw him. He knew from experience, enough times spent tracking various people to see what he could observe, or witnessing his brothers and their various paramours. He knew no one looked towards the ground for the eyes they could feel watching them. Never thinking about the danger that lurked at their feet.

This revelation was both the shadow of truth he veiled himself in and the chain that kept him prisoner.

Now though, he was thankful for a very different reason that he had honed his skills of stealthily tracking and following someone without their knowledge. Quiet and sly as a serpent in the underbrush, he carefully moved closer, crawling forward on his elbows.

It was the muffled crying from below that twisted the knife in his heart and kept him hostage on the precipice.

Amongst the raised roots of an ancient-looking tree, almost hidden by the natural alcove between the tree and the sharp slope of the short cliff, you leaned against the trunk of the tree. Your face was buried in your hands, weapons laying discarded just within reach. Your stifled cries mixed with the sound of the nearby gentle stream, creating a conflicting symphony of peace and heartbreak.

It was not pity that filled him as he gazed down at you. No, he knew pity and loathed it. He would never place such a revolting emotion onto you. What filled him instead was….sympathy. For he knew what it felt like to purposefully draw away from others, to hide oneself away from the world, and only then be able to shed the restricting mask and release the pent-up pain without fear of others' judgements.

Almost a fortnight had passed since he had begun following you, trailing behind as you left Kattegat and ventured into the surrounding forest and to your safe haven. At first, it had been curiosity that caused him to track your journey. Only to be shocked when he discovered you in the hidden dell, taking your clothes off and bathing in the shallow stream, softly singing to yourself the whole time. His mind shut down, unable to comprehend what his eyes bore witness to. You appeared as an apparition, something not meant for mortal eyes. A vision that the gods guarded jealously. The image of you was immediately seared into his brain, never to be forgotten for however long he lived. For gazing upon you, was the epitome of divine beauty, both inside and out. A goddess that was meant to be worshipped for all eternity.

After seeing you bathing for the first time, Ivar spent the rest of the day in a haze. Nothing could draw him out of his reverie. It was as if you had cursed him, only able to think about you, to remember you in all your glory.

The next time he saw you, he was sharpening an axe at the blacksmith's. You walked by, but not without greeting him first with a call of his name and a mesmerizing smile. He was lucky that you continued on your way because he barely caught himself from slicing his hand open in his gawking and encouraging his tongue back into his mouth after accidentally swallowing it. He was certain that if you had caught him spying, you would have confronted him about it. When you did not say anything, nor in the days after, all he could guess was you were unaware of his observation.

So whenever he saw you heading for the forest alone….he followed.

In his mind, he reassured himself it was for your own protection. Of course, he knew the skill you possessed to fight and defend yourself. It was a favorite pastime of his to watch you knock over-confident, cocky men flat on their asses. Especially the ones that hoped to gain certain favors from you.

Yet he noticed that when you were alone in the quiet, hidden dell, you let your guard down in more ways than one. You looked at peace with your eyes closed and face lifted towards the sun like an exotic flower. Your faithful weapons were set aside and seemingly forgotten about while you were here. It was in this place you sought solace from your companions and the tasks and responsibilities heaped upon your shoulders.

He vowed to stand guard so your face would never have to shed that look of serenity, causing you to appear ethereal.

Now though, he trailed behind you to provide comfort and companionship. Even if he was not right next to you physically. He silently hoped somehow you could feel his presence and know that you were not alone. That you did not have to grieve alone.

It had been four days since the news of your mother's tragic and unexpected death had reached Kattegat's shores. Every day you accepted the condolences with a genuine smile and continued to train and spend time with your companions like normal. It was when you ventured here, into your safe haven, that your pain finally spilled out onto the ground. Staining the earth around you with your grief and tears. Tainting the air with your heartbreak.

And Ivar kept to the shadows, watching, waiting, making sure no one disturbed you.

Today, your weeping was not all-consuming, but still enough for Ivar's hands to itch in some misguided attempt to comfort you. Once the outpouring of your grief ceased, you wiped the tear tracks from your cheeks with the sleeve of your tunic. Only the gurgling stream and the bird calls filled the air.

With a weary sigh, you stood up and stretched. Ivar could not help the way his gaze slid over your perfect body, touching as much of you with his eyes as he could. For never would you allow him to touch you with his dirty hands. You were too perfect and he was….he was beneath you in every way.

Ivar prepared to slither back and hide as you ascended up the slope of the cliff and make your way back to Kattegat. A dance the two of you had done for the fortnight now that Ivar had been watching over you. Even if you were unaware of the dance you participated in.

Just as you reached your hand out to grab your weapons, laying on a nearby stone, you froze.

Your head slowly, cautiously, hesitantly, turned to the right. Your body was still bent with your hand outstretched, as if the weapons lay forgotten in that moment. Your eyes were glued to the trees across the shallow stream. Tension sung a melody throughout your body as you carefully straightened from your crouch. The sword now gripped in your hand like a lifeline.

Fear and concern kept his fierce gaze locked on you and on the trees, wondering what you saw, desperate to know what had you so on edge.

Then Ivar saw it….

….and a shiver of terror trickled down his spine.

Moving silently and with an unnaturally, graceful prowl, the wolf stepped out from behind the trees across the small stream. Flaming red like the fires of Muspelheim colored its eyes. An inky, black coat covered its body, appearing to absorb the filtering sunlight like a black hole. Fangs emerged from its snout, as long as Ivar's dagger and twice as sharp. The wolf easily stood as tall as a horse, yet its presence conveyed more. As if it's massive body still struggled to contain all of it.

Ivar gaped. For he knew before him had to be a spawn of Fenrir, sent to Midgard for nothing less than to wallow in carnage, to drink the blood of all it devoured and to create chaos with each of its powerful footfalls.

And at the moment, it's destructive gaze was set on you.

It's lips curled back in a snarl. The growl that left it's throat could make mountains shake in terror. Nature itself silenced to give way to the creature that commanded attention and awe-inspiring horror. Then one massive paw lifted, proceeding another, bringing it a step closer in it's prowl. Those burning eyes never left you the whole time.

At its step closer, you swiftly shifted your stance, hands gripping your sword with a death-like grip. From where he hid, Ivar could see the tremors of trepidation careening through your body. Yet even in your terror, you refused to go down without a fight. Even in the face of what was certainly death itself, you stood your ground. Denying it from taking your soul easily.

In that moment, Ivar knew what he had to do. Never had he been so certain of his actions. It felt like Odin himself placed a hand on his shoulder in guidance and reassurance. Viciously, he shoved down the fear and dread clawing at his limbs. He refused to watch you fight alone. He refused to let you die. Not you, his Valkyrie, his goddess.

With a guttural warcry, he shoved himself forward. Half crawling, half falling down the cliff's slope, he finally touched the mossy ground and crawled his way over to where you stood, ready to defend yourself from the monstrous creature.

Your eyes met his for a fleeting moment, wide with determination and dread, but you made no further move.

Wordlessly, he passed you, crawling until he was between you and the stream. The wolf remained on the other side of the stream, watching with a malicious glint in it's gaze. Then it took another powerful step closer. The water from the stream caressing its front paws, only to retreat as if nature itself feared the creature.

From just behind him, you softly whispered his name but he did not turn his head, never removing his gaze from the wolf.

Piercing, blue eyes locked with burning, red eyes.

Ivar reached back and unsheathed the dagger he kept strapped to his thigh. A gift from Floki. With iron in hand, Ivar unleashed his own furious growl.

"Come on! Don't you know who I am?" He yelled at the creature, born of darkness and fire. He smacked his chest with the flat of his dagger. "I am Ivar the Boneless! You can't kill me! Now come on!"

The air crackled like lightning and thunder covered the sky, even though no clouds could be seen in the vast, blue sky. Time ceased, the Norns pausing their eternal spinning to bare witness. A life thread would be cut today. Ivar refused to let it be yours.

The spawn of Fenrir released a howl that seemed to shake the very ground they stood on. The trees quaked and trembled. The water swirled under the sheer force of it's howl.

A righteous fury arose like a storm within Ivar. Tremendous waves that would break ships crashed and roiled just under his skin.

"What are you waiting for? I laugh at death!" Ivar taunted. "Come on! I shall kill you today!"

Red eyes remained locked with blue eyes.

A terrifying snarl escaped past the confines of it's mouth. It lifted a paw, ready to place it in the water, ready to cross and bring forth the destruction it was bred for.

Then it stopped.

A sneer played on the face of the youngest Ragnarsson. He knew that even if the creature killed him, Odin would happily welcome him into Valhalla. For what greater honor would there be but to fight a monster the gods themselves feared and to win. Even if it ushered in his own death. What did he need to fear with the knowledge of Valhalla waiting for him.

He only hoped to spare you from the dangerous touch of death. It was not yet time for you to return to the gods.

Suddenly, the wolf dropped it's paw back to the mossy ground. Lowering it's head slightly, those furious eyes remained fixated on Ivar. Lips curled back in a silent snarl.

Then as if a spell had been broken, it took a step back in retreat.

And then another.

And another.

Slowly, it slicked back into the covering of the surrounding forest. Red eyes never leaving the blue eyes that gazed after it in confusion. It's black coat blended into the shadows of the forest. Just as silently as it arrived, destruction promised with each step, it disappeared.

Neither Ivar or you moved for several minutes. Tension and adrenaline hummed through your veins as you both waited for the monsterous wolf to return. In those minutes, time itself restarted once more. Nature reemerged from where it had hid. The singing of birds filled the air and the quiet gurgles of the stream coaxed a resemblance of peace again. Even the sunlight streamed down warmer and brighter than before.

"Ivar, are you alright?" You asked, once you must have deemed it safe to move. With your sword still in hand, you dropped onto your knees next to him.

Taking a deep breath like he had been underwater for too long, he shifted his body around to sit on his ass. In the movement, he accidently brought himself closer to you. His heart faltered when he realized the proximity he unintentionally created. Your breath fanned across his face as you stared wide-eyed at him. It took an embarrassingly long moment for his brain to remember your question and not get lost in your alluring eyes and intoxicating presence.

"Uh, I'm….I'm fine….and you?"

"I…." You shook your head then turned your face to look in the direction the wolf disappeared to. "What was that?"

"I don't know. Do you think it's gone?"

"I hope so."

He blinked as he stared at the expanse of trees across the stream. How could a creature like that just appear then disappear? What had drawn it forth? Would it come for Kattegat next? Should he tell his mother about this? Did they need to prepare Kattegat for a war with this enemy of the gods themselves?

Feeling eyes on him, he turned back, startled to find you staring at him. "What?"

"It….it was you….you scared it away."

"What?" He accidently barked in surprise.

You huffed, still kneeling next to him. "Ivar, think about it. Something like that. A creature like that!" You gestured in the direction the wolf had been. "The only reason it would back down would be if it met a bigger predator than itself."

His mind froze. Refusing to decipher your statement. Unable to believe the words coming from your mouth and their meaning. His insecurities battled with the unknown truth now spoken aloud.

A gentle hand cupped the side of his face, causing his heart to soar under your touch, forcing his eyes to meet yours. Something swirled and danced in your eyes, threatening to drag him under and drown him. As long as you continued to behold him like this, to touch him like this, he would readily drown in you.

Your thumb stroked his cheekbone as you whispered, something akin to admiration in your tone. "I think…. I think we have all underestimated you, Ivar the Boneless."

Words tangled up in knots on his tongue. An embarrassing warmth colored his cheeks as he flushed under your praise. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if he had somehow died and this was Valhalla.

"You are made to do great things. Even Fenrir cannot stop you from your destiny it would seem." You stared into his eyes, searching, seeking, finding, reevaluating. Then you ever so slowly drew closer. With the softest of caresses, you pressed your lips against his cheek for a moment before drawing back. "Thank you….for coming to my aid….for defending me. I won't ever forget it."

Air was no longer needed to breathe. Gravity no longer tethered him to the ground. For all Ivar knew, he could float amongst the clouds now.

A sweet giggle brought him out of his inner revelry, along with the feeling of your hand gently caressing his face on its way down to land back in your lap. He immediately missed the sensation of your touch and wished he had the words to ask you to return it.

Smiling, you smoothly glided to your feet. After one last look towards where death had stood not long ago, you glanced back down at your companion. "Come on, Prince Ivar. We should be getting back before the sun sets."

He nodded his agreement. Although, truthfully, he wished to linger in your presence, this intimate, comfortable moment that you found yourselves in. To maybe find the courage to ask you to allow him to touch you, to caress your face or hold your hand, even for just a brief second. Instead, he watched you wander over and grab your sword's sheath from the ground where it had previously laid. Skillfully, you slipped your sword into its sheath and then onto your hip. Lastly, you tucked a dagger back into your boot and one up your sleeve before turning around to face him.

"Besides, after this, I feel like you've earned the right to travel by my side instead of following me and then hiding in those bushes above. I can't imagine it's comfortable." You teased with a wink.

A blush returned to stain his cheeks at being caught. It did nothing to stop his heart from soaring at the notion that you would not reject his presence in the future. That maybe it would just be the two of you again in your safe haven. On second thought, he might suggest a new location for you to find solace after this….encounter.

He watched you scurry up the slope nimbly. Once at the top, you turned around to wait for him with a smile on your face. A beautiful, beaming smile….for him. His heart thudded in his chest as he gazed back at you.

Carefully, he slipped the dagger back into his sheath on his thigh and prepared the grueling climb up the side of the cliff. But knowing you waited at the top for him, it was worth it.

On instinct, Ivar turned to look towards the spot where the wolf had been. Nothing remained that showed of the creature that had stood there only minutes ago. Almost as it was a mirage instead of flesh and blood. A bloodthirsty grin spread over his lips as he thought about the words you said. How it was him that caused the wolf to back down. How it was him that the beast recognized as the greater predator.

With that in mind, he turned to follow you up the slope.

Even with his useless legs, even with his insecurities and faults, even with the doubt and pity spewed upon him daily that made his blood boil in rage….even with all of that, he was still the apex predator.

Maybe the blessing of Odin had not abandoned him after all.

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Recovery

Rating: T Pairing: Hvitserk x Ubbe Warnings: Implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, mental health issues, psychological trauma Word count: 600

Summary: A fix it for poor season 6a Hvitserk in the wake of Thora’s death.

Written for @vikingstrash​ 

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Holding onto a Dream (Dark!Ubbe x Reader)

Summary: Ubbe wants you to carry his seed. You want to live in solidarity. Only one of you can have their way and slaves never get what they want which means you can only dream a hopeless dream.

Warnings: forced pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, implies smut, strong language, slave!reader, dark!ubbe, implied noncon

Word Count: 1,531

Requested by anonymous:

You've been told by many men that you're beautiful, that you look like a goddess. That you're the woman they would like to see grow big with their child. Of course, you never had a choice when it came to Ubbe Ragnarsson.

He chose you as his slave when you came in with the other thralls at the market in Kattegat, but he wasn't going to use you to clean up and serve food. No, he intended to breed you so that his seed would carry on strong.

"It's a wonderful thing being a mother. Having the gift to bring life into the world is like a miracle from the Gods. And I know a lot of women will be jealous of you having the opportunity to bring this child into the world. You should be happy to be here," Aslaug told you when Ubbe announced your pregnancy.

But you're not happy to be here. You didn't want to be a mother. You planned on being a shieldmaiden when you were a child. Fighting in the Shield Wall seemed to be like a dream to you and it's what you held onto when you were taken as a slave.

After meeting Ubbe and being in Kattegat, your dreams and plans changed. You long to just be alone. You want to live in a cabin in the woods, by yourself where you can do whatever you want and invite in whoever you want and kill whoever you don't want to be near you. Being alone is the dream you cling onto, one that you know will never happen now that there is a child growing in your stomach.

Obviously, your unhappiness doesn't go unnoticed by the father of your child. He's kept quiet through the months, thinking that in time you'd get that glow of pregnancy and you'd soon feel that happiness of becoming a mother.

But now that you're about to give birth any day now, he's getting irritated with your constant melancholy.

"You are not happy," he states with a monotone voice as he walks into the room, making your head snap over your shoulder to look back at him.

You watch him place his weapon down at the door of the room, something you always make sure he does before you talk to him because you can never be sure what he'll do next to you and you're not sure if carrying his child will be enough to stop him from killing you. Though, sometimes you think that's not a bad idea.

"How can I be when I wanted none of this?" you mutter, taking your hand off of the large, round burden you carry.

"And what did you want? To live out in the woods like an outcast?"

"If it meant I'd be unbothered by you and everyone else in your fucking family then yes," you hiss, snapping around to face him with a hateful glare in your eyes.

Ubbe smirks at you, thinking how feisty you have become since being with his child. You would never talk like this to him before, but now it's a nice change. It makes the fight all the more fun.

Your glare dies when he starts walking towards you, your heart skipping a beat as your mind raced with thoughts of what he could do next. Would he beat you? Would he lay his hands on you while carrying his child or is he going to wait until you give birth and then 'discipline' you for all the things you had done wrong during your pregnancy? Or are his words going to be a knife to cut you now?

"Why do you wish to hurt my heart, (Y/n)? After everything I have done for you?" he whispers, placing his hand over his heart as he comes to stand in front of you.

You tell yourself to not feel guilty, that these are words to make you feel that way. You won't let him. "You have done nothing for me-"

"I have spared you from a life of burden. Would you rather work 'til your hands bleed everyday and you cannot stand because your feet are blistered?'' he asks, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try to pull your hand away from him, but it just follows you. "I have given you the mercy all thralls wish for. You won't have to work as they do. All you have to do is be a mother to the children I give you."

You swallow roughly and bite the inside of your cheek when you feel him rest his hand on the swell of your stomach. "Then why don't you free me so that your children don't come from a slave?"

Ubbe laughs, drops his eyes to your stomach, and swipes his thumb over the material covering the home of his heir. Any day now and he will hold what he hopes is his son in his arms. "You would have too much freedom then. I fear that if I free you, you will leave for the pathetic dream to live alone in the woods. And I cannot have that," he says, leaning down to try and place a kiss on your lips.

But you turn your head, making his lips land on your cheek. "I promised the Gods when I saw you that I would never let you go and I would keep you as mine until one of us stops breathing. I intend to keep my promise to them," he whispers in your ear, his voice making a shiver run up your spine and a shaky breath leave your lips.

"What makes you think the Gods care about your dreams?"

"What makes you think they care about yours?" he asks back, stepping away from you with a coy smile on his face. "They would have done something to save you by now if they cared. But here you are and here you will stay."

You were told so many times how your motherly instincts will kick in the moment you hold your baby but all you could do was cry. Everyone thought that they were tears of joy. None of them knew that you were crying because you knew that your dream is now too far out of reach.

You waited for that feeling of motherly nurture to fill you, but every time you look at the son you birthed you couldn't help but feel hatred for what they represent to you. It made Ubbe happy to have a son, but you know that soon he will ask for another.

No, we won't ask. He will force another on you.

Hearing Ubbe walking into the room, you don't bother turning your head to acknowledge him because you know he's only here for one thing. "Your son is with your mother," you bluntly say, staring at the wall in front of you as you pull the pelt of fur tighter around you.

"I know. I asked her to keep him for the night," Ubbe says.

You can hear him taking his clothes off, your eyes closing in dread as a sob catches in your throat. You had only finished bleeding a few days ago and the healers have said that you are able to carry another child. It was only a matter of time before Ubbe made that happen.

He walks over to you, around the bed, and stands right in front of you. Lifting your head up by placing two fingers under your chin, you open your eyes to look at him, and a tear slips out to roll down your cheek.

You don't want to fight anymore. You can't bring yourself to fight. You can't find the strength to push away the numb feeling inside you to fight Ubbe about this.

And he notices this.

"Don't worry, (Y/n)," he soothes, wiping the tear off your cheek while caressing your cheek. "Your fire will come back once you're carrying my child again."

He pushes the pelt of fur off your shoulder, smiling to himself when he finds that you're already naked. Probably because you didn't bother getting dressed after taking a bath.

"I want a daughter," he whispers, making you lie down on the fur that had wrapped your body like a gift to him.

"Fine," you mutter, turning your head to the side as he crawls over you, kissing his way down your neck, over your chest, and across your body.

All you can do is close your eyes and think about your cabin in the woods, the peace you would have as a free woman, the life you would have without being treated like a breeding bitch.

Perhaps you would take the daughter Ubbe wants with you to save her from the way she would be treated. You have a feeling that she won't have the same respect a legitimate daughter of Ubbe Ragnarsson would have. She would be known as your daughter first and foremost. The daughter of a whore. No woman deserves that.

But that's all a dream now. A pathetic, lost dream that will never see the light of day.

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ubbe + listening to stories of the ‘new world’

[queenquinzel715]

Eating disorder

2. Ubbe 18+

Y/N P.O.V

             I've been living in Kattegat my whole life, and knowing the sons of Ragnar wasn't the joy people would think. Firstly, Ivar was filled with just anger, and wouldn't trust anyone but me and his mother. Secondly, Sigurd was just an asshole, insulting anyone and anything. Hvitserk wasn't that bad for a prince, but he was a whore. Lastly, Ubbe would always act like he was like my own personal pain in the ass. He would always be there to stop a guy from talking to me, beating the ones who were making fun of me, or making sure I was correct during work.

            My parents always laughed saying we would marry one day, but I always scuffed at them. Me? Marrying Ubbe Ragnarson? He only saw me as a sister, or possibly just a girl he can have fun with for the night. 

         Lately the other women have been staring, and pointing at me while laughing to themselves. I just shrug it off as I continue walking into the great hall, because I was having dinner with Queen Aslaug and her sons. Once I stepped inside Ubbe stood from his seat, and met me by the fire handing me a cup of mead. With a smile I take the cup, and look down.

"Ubbe, can I ask you something rather foolish?" I ask.

"Of course you can." He chuckles. 

"Do I look okay? I mean is there something wrong with what I am wearing?" I pat down my dress as I talk.

He looks at me confused, and takes my hand walking me to the table. I greet Queen Aslaug with a kiss on the cheek as I go around her to my chair. 

"You look great. Why would you ask?" He holds my chair, that is in the middle of his and Ivar's, out. 

"There was this group of women laughing at me as I walked here I thought something was wrong with my dress." I shrug not really bothered by it. 

"Hmm?" Sigurd smirks behind his cup.

"Something to say, Sigurd?" I ask, picking up a piece of bread.

"Oh it's nothing. I was just thinking of something that could have them laughing." He continues to eat.

"Would you like to share, brother?" Ubbe looks over at him. 

"Oh come on brother, you know the only reason she's shieldmaiden is because she is the size of a cow." Sigurd smirks. 

"Sigurd!" Queen Aslaug scolds. 

I just hold eye contact with Sigurd as everyone scolds at him, and I just start laughing. 

"She's finally lost her mind." Ivar smirks toward me.

"My weight? Really?" I laugh. "You, and your little whores need better insults." I lean against Ivar as I laugh making him laugh. 

"My whores? Might need to ask Ubbe who's whores are who's." With that he walked out the Great Hall.

"What does that mean?" I ask toward Ubbe.

They just awkwardly look at one another, and Queen Aslaug gives me a small smile. 

"Oh you...they are shared whores." I clear my throat. "I appreciate the dinner invitation Queen Aslaug, but I just..." I sigh. "I just got really tired." She gives me a nod before turning her stare at her eldest son. 

"Y/N..." Ubbe starts. 

"Goodnight everyone. I will see you tomorrow Queen Aslaug for the fabrics." I smile at her before walking out. 

              I don't know why it hurts to know he's been going to whores, but I knew he would never come to me. 

Ubbe's P.O.V

           It's been a couple days since anyone has seen y/n, and I'm starting to get concerned. I huff taking a seat at the docks, overlooking the water, and think back to the dinner she had with us the way her face slowly turns to a frown as she learned what I was doing. I knew I should be going to her, gods know I've loved her since I can remember, but I knew I couldn't be with someone as strong as she is. The way her mind works, the way she can kill you in battle, and doing arguments. With a sigh with a stand walking back to the great hall, only to be stopped by Margaret, the shared whore of me and my brother.

"You seem upset Ubbe. Why don't I help you relax." She smiles running her hand up my arm. 

"No." I say, snatching my arm back.

        Once in the great hall I sit on my father's throne in deep thought when my mother comes up to me.

"Hello mother." I smile.

"Ubbe you need to go check on y/n. One of the slaves have told me no one has seen her leave her home since she was last here, and I saw a raven in dreams." She says with a frown.

        I run out of the hall, and as fast as I can through the street, to her cabin. I almost break the door down as I come to a stop, and I start to knock. After some time I knock again, and with a growl of frustration I walk in. 

"Y/n? Where are you?" I call out. 

     The fire was going, but the place looked empty. I walk toward her bed, and she is laying there with the most peaceful look. I sigh before walking toward her, sitting next to her, and  I try waking her up with a light shake. 

"Y/n wake up" I shake her a little more. "Y/n?" I shake harder, only getting a grown out of her. "Wake up." I hold her up which causes her eyes to flutter. 

      I then notice just how pale her face was, and how she just fell back to the bed. I wrap the fur around her as I pick her up, and I rush her to the great hall. Once there mother runs to us with a concerned face. I lay her in my bed as the slaves, and mother try to figure out what happened. I sit with my brothers, without Sigurd, as we wait for mother to come tell me she is okay. 

       Mother comes out of the room with a deep frown, and as I get closer to her I notice tears in her eyes.

"Ubbe." She grabs my arms. "She hasn't been eating." She sniffles. "She is like bone with a skin cover." I hug her as she cries. 

      What did she mean hasn't eaten? She ate with us? I give mother to Hvitserk as I walk into the room, the slaves leaving, and she is laying in the middle of my bed. It's like something slaps me in the face as I notice her cheek bones are more deeper, her fingers are like sticks. 

Y/N P.O.V 

        I woke with a groan as I turned to my side, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to Ubbe with a look of concern, and after seeing where I was I knew what he was concerned about. 

"Ubbe..." I start.

"No. I'm going to ask one time, and I want the truth." He sternly says, holding my hand. "When did you stop eating?"

"I…" I started to say, but from the look on his face I knew I couldn't lie. "It has been a month." I look down so I don't see the face he makes. 

He stands from the bed. "You will not be leaving the great hall until you are healthy again, and I will be bringing your things tomorrow." With that he storms out.

           He was really mad at me this time. After the first time he caught me I wasn't so far gone, only a couple weeks, but this time I went too long without food. Not long after he leaves, a slave comes in with fruit, and water. I lay back on Ubbe's bed, and pray to the gods he will forgive me. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke to a noise coming from behind me. I turn my head to see Ubbe setting a tray down before taking his shirt off, and he sits on the bed with a sigh. I slowly crawl behind him, and let my hands rest on his shoulders as I lean against his back.

"Don't be mad at me Ubbe. I'm sorry." I softly say. 

He sighs. "I'm not mad at you." He turns his face to me. "I hate that I can't help you through this anymore like I used to. Gods...I don't even notice when you lost all that weight." He grabs the tray next to us, and grabs a piece of bread. "Eat while I get ready for bed." He stands, going to the water basin.

       I watch while I nibble on the bread, and it hits me.

"Um...where are you sleeping?" I ask, grabbing an apple. 

"In my bed." He chuckles, turning toward me as he wipes the water off his face. "Where else would I sleep?" He then slides onto the bed next to me, looking up at me. "Y/n I don't know what caused this, but I won't let it happen again." 

"It will happen with or without either of us stopping it." I mumble, throw the apple core on the tray. 

         I lay back down, turning away from Ubbe, and he came up behind me with one arm over my waist, the other under my head. 

"You only get like this when you are severely upset with something, and we won't pretend what that is." He leans into my hair. "I will only be with the woman I've wanted since I saw her run to me, because Ivar was crawling after her." 

"Ubbe?" I gasp, turning my head to him. 

"I know I haven't shown you I care about you that way, but honestly my mother smacked me, telling me if I didn't tell you soon we were all going to lose you." He is now cupping my cheek. 

"I don't want you to be with me, because you pity me. I've waited a long time for you to love me…" I'm stopped by him, kisses me hard, and his hands in my hair. 

        I completely relax against him as I kiss him back, and I let him crawl over to lay me back. The way his lips fit mine, his hand burning my body, and my mind just turning off, I just knew I never wanted this to stop. He kisses down my face to my neck, his beard scratching me, but he pulls back to look up at me. 

"I will continue, if you promised me to come talk to me when you're upset, and never starve yourself again." He says. 

"I will try Ubbe. I just don't want to bother anyone."

"You are my woman." He growls, rubbing his face in my neck. "You can cry to me about anything, and I will fix it." He lightly kisses along my neck. 

''I promise Ubbe." I whisper.

       He, surprisingly, heard me, and he starts moving the blanket down my body. I notice I am in a light nightgown, but from it being so cold I start to shake. He smirks down at me as he walks, on his knees, to go in between my legs. As he leans over me I run my arms up his back, and he rests his hands on either side of my face. 

"You'll warm up soon love." He softly says. 

       I nod while he slowly slides my gown up to my hips, and I lift my hips up to help him. He wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me to his chest, so he can take my nightgown off completely. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays us down with his hands on my hips. 

"I'll go slow…" He rubs his nose against mine. "For now." He growls. 

        With a smile I lean up kissing him hard, with my arms around his neck. As he kisses me back he pulls his pants down, but he just grinds against my core. 

"Ubbe." I gasp.

          He slowly starts to push himself inside me, and with a groan he does he digs his face in my neck. With one hand I hold the back of the head, but the other I grab his waist feeling him start to move. The feel of him all the way inside of me, the feel of his moving hips, his lips on my neck, and his arms around my waist, making it arch into him, was starting to make my body shake, and I couldn't hold back my moans. He slowly goes in and out, but with a bite on my neck he grinds deeply into me. With a hard pull of his long hair, he sits up, so I can kiss him deeply. He moves his hands to my hips as he deepens the kiss, and with a groan he leans back with a dark look in his eye.  

"Look at you." He groans.

            With his fingers digging into my hips, he rams into me causing me to gasp, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding my hips against him. His head falls back, with a loud groan, as I move faster, but it doesn't last long. He lays me down, pulling my legs on his shoulders, but he doesn't move. He run his hand up my body to the back of my neck, and as he leans over he grabs my hair in his fist. He slowly starts to move slightly, pulling my hair back, and with him grippng my thigh, he kisses me softly. He starts pounding into me like he lost self control, and I couldn't knew all of Kattegat could hear me. My legs fall down to his waist as he holds my head to his, looking into my eye, and I could feel my stomach tighten.

"Ubbe!"

"(Y/N)!" We moan as we release together. 

          He falls on top of me, trying to keep his weight off, trying to catch his breath, and I run my fingers over his head as I take deep breaths. With a grunt he falls next to me, and he immediately pulls me to his chest. I rub my nose against him as he reaches for the tray next to the bed. 

"Here." He hands me a piece of fruit.

        I try to take it from him, but he moves it away each time. 

"Ugh. Ubbe." I fuss.

"Open, love." He smiles.

          He feeds me until my eyes start to get heavy, and once he notices he covers us with his fur. 

"Get some sleep." He kisses my forehead. 

     After a couple months I was healthy enough to Ubbe's standards. I of course kept my promise to Ubbe when I felt upset I was to come to him, and he would always remind me how he felt about me. We got married in the great hall, and I couldn't have asked for a better wedding. Queen Aslaug, Helga, and my mother decorated the hall with wildflowers. I learned I was with child during winter, but what shocked everyone was I had twins. Our son, Eilif, looks just like Ubbe, and our daughter, Assi, according to Ubbe, looks like me. 

[serasvictoria]

Another 400 Followers request and oh boy, this one was such fun. @ritual-unions-gotme asked for:

On my drive to work I realized I would like to request another moodboard and then I promise I’ll leave you alone, for ubbe x reader / y/n but make it thirsty, like extra thirsty

Well. I tried 😏

All images and the gif from Pinterest. I got the picture of Jordan in the first and fourth one from @vikingsbifrost and the screencap in the second and third one were provided by @captainkilly. Thanks again!

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Ubbe ✨

[conaionaru]

UBBE ONESHOT

5. Say that again

@ritual-unions-gotme

Whenever Ubbe towered over her like this, she felt so small and vulnerable. But now, (Y/N) felt nothing but anger. He promised her so much. And then married the slave, Margrethe.

But she forgave him, how foolish she was—waiting for him like a lovesick fool, desperate for affection. A starving bitch in heat, that's what she was.

Taking care of Hvitserk while Ubbe spent time with his new lover Torvi was just another sad moment in (Y/N) life.

Braiding Hvitserk's freshly washed hair while he let out whimpering noises from time to time was not how she imagined her life. She was meant to marry Ubbe and carry his babies. Her strong, gentle, and honest lover.

That son of a bitch was a cheater like his father and brothers. (Y/N) clenched her teeth and stormed out of the hut, stomping her way to the Great Hall where Ubbe sat next to Torvi and Bjorn. "Your brother is in bad shape."

"Medically?"

"His sanity is gone. He sees Ivar everywhere, and you are sitting here! For so long, you complained how you missed him, and now when he is back, you spend time with your half brother and his wives!"

Ubbe stood from his seat and walked over to her. He towered over her once again, anger radiating from both of them. "He is responsible for what happened to him. He drunk and drugged himself into this state. If he left with me like he was supposed to, he wouldn't be like this."

(Y/N) scoffed and jabbed her finger into his chest. "All this talk about loving and protecting your brothers. And when they do something that you don't like, you abandon them. Just like everyone in your life. Margrethe was no saint, but she didn't deserve to be tied up like a rabid dog!"

"(Y/N). Watch your tongue."

"You have no right to tell me what to do! I am sick and tired of being your thrall instead of a lover. Do this, do that! And while I grab your weapon for you, you propose to a slave! Finally, you divorce her, but for your brother's ex-wife. And while you fuck her, I clean up Hvitserk's vomit from his hair. I am sick of it. Sick of you! "

"This is your last warning, (Y/N). Stop challenging me, or it will end badly for you."

(Y/N) chuckled and smirked at Ubbe. Not at all worried by his glare. "Do your worst, coward. Hiding behind your mother's killer and father's name. All your empty words and threats are getting tiring, Ubbe. If you can't face me like a man and tell me you don't want me, then you are not worth my time. I should have left you a long time ago. But better late than never. I am a free woman, and you are a pathetic man-child who idolizes the wrong people."

With that, she stormed out, leaving everyone behind shocked. Ubbe sped after her, murder in his eyes as he cornered her against a wall. "(Y/N)! What in Odin's name was that?"

She snorted at his spat out words and showed him the necklace he gave her a year ago. "You gave me your mother's necklace and told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Now you avoid me like the plague. What do you think would happen?"

"I did what was necessary."

"Fucking Torvi? Marrying Margrethe? What, did they hold a knife to your throat and order you to do it? You made your choice, and I made mine. I want children with a man that can commit, not just fuck and leave. There are plenty of men around for that."

Ubbe sighed and brushed her hair away from her face. "I never wanted to hurt you. I did what I had to do. I made a choice, but you can't leave."

"Why? Will you kill me? Tie me up or make me a slave?"

"Marry you."

"WHAT?!"

"I want you. But mother wouldn't allow it. As her oldest, I had to marry someone better for the kingdom. Margrethe was a chess piece, Torvi's children need a father. Torvi doesn't need a husband but someone who will help her. Lagerha needs to die, and the best way is to make her think she has an ally in me. I am angry at Hvitserk for choosing Ivar, angry at Ivar for making me feel inferior and angry at Bjorn for doing the same."

"What about me?"

"When mother is avenged, I will sit on the throne as she intended me to. But as king, I can choose my own queen. And I choose you. Not Torvi or Margrethe or any other woman. I want you (Y/N). I am sorry for making you feel like a disposable fucktoy. You are my heart and soul. When all of this is over... Would you still marry me? Choose me? Not for the crown but for me and my dumb habits."

(Y/N) smiled at his honest words and nodded. Whispering yes into his ear so no one else can hear. "Say that again." He begged against her forehead.

"I will marry you, Ubbe. I choose you, so don't make me regret the choice. I still stand by words, though. I don't regret those."

"Fair enough, wife." He teased, making her chuckled and punch him in the chest.

"Come visit Hvitserk. You can't conquer a kingdom all on your own. The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok are strongest when together."

[lisinfleur]

Ubbe taking care of his pregnant wife would be like...

The request:

Author’s Notes | I hope you enjoy the final work! Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon. ⁑ Warnings: None

His dedication starts as soon as he receives the news.

Nights asleep with his hand over your belly.

Mornings waking up with his caresses or his voice talking to your baby.

Stories about his father and grandfather - "And the incredible blood that runs through your veins, my child".

Overprotective - "You ask me and I go. It's better if you stay safe at home, love".

Every time is the time for your desires.

Doesn't care about waking people up for you to have what you want. - "I know the sun will still take a while to show up, but she's dreaming about your mangos…"

Later on your pregnancy, becomes a little exaggerated - "Are you sure you can do it? I can ask the slaves to bring food to our room, do you really want to leave our bed?"

But it's just his concerns from the bad experience with his mother's last pregnancy.

When the pains come, he wakes up with your first grunts.

Has everything ready for the midwife when she arrives.

Doesn't leave the room, but sits with you for support. - "It's our child, love. I don't wanna miss a thing!"

Ends up more nervous and anxious than you

Smiles and tears when the child is finally here

Doesn't leave your side keeping the family together

Loving words until the end

"You made me a blessed man!"

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For those who don't have Amazon Prime.

[bouncehousedemons]

Heavy Lies the Crown

Rating: T Pairing: Ubbe x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Blood and injury, fluff and angst Word count: 800

Summary: A fix it for the aftermath of Ubbe being beaten up by Heahmund.

Read the full fic here.

[fishalthor-archive]

ubbe in 6.20 - the last act

[charliehoennam]

learn to listen

A/N: Now that the holidays have finally passed, I’ve been able to back to my writing in peace. Sorry if I’ve taken a while to post the requests, but I shall get to each of them! Ubbe drabble requested by the lovely itisjustwhatitis. Request can be found here. Hope you enjoy it! 

Warnings: Possible spoilers if you haven’t watched season 5 (I think?); mentions of lying and physical harm

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Ubbe had been accompanying his father to his favorite blacksmith of Kattegat – a close trustworthy friend of the king since boyhood who had fought by his side in countless battles and happened to be your dear father – to retrieve a sword Ragnar had paid for since Ubbe was old enough to wield one. You were only a couple years younger than the king’s second son, but the fierceness in your spirit and kindness in his attracted one another; it didn’t take you very long to become close friends.  

Growing up among the princes of Kattegat made you loyal to each of them, but it was evident to all who watched you play or train that your allegiance was to Ubbe. As you got older, the reason for this loyal was clearly undeniable. You loved him more than a friend. Whether he knew it or not didn’t really matter to you. You valued the trust he had in you; your friendship had blossomed into a treasure too priceless to sacrifice and you would do nothing to lose it as it would mean losing him. Unknowingly to him, the friendship evolved to something more for you. Yet you’d only realized this when it was far too late; when vows and rings had been exchanged to someone who wasn’t you.

You buried the truth along with the envy of his wife deep down in the darkest hollow of your thoughts to ensure the words would never slip out from your mouth and into the revealing daylight. It weighed heavily in your heart, like an iron anchor docking a ship near the shores of the most beautiful and fruitful island. You’d rather let that ship sink to the depths of that island than depart from it out of fear of never seeing the divine land again.

It was that very loyalty that led you to join the great army. You would be damned if you’d let Ubbe face a battle without you beside him. Ubbe was a strong young man now; he didn’t really need anyone to fight his battles for him. That never stopped you from keeping an eye on him on the battlefield, making sure he was safe and sometimes saving his life.  

Even before the city of York had been successfully seized and occupied by the Viking army, no one could deny the tension that had been growing between the brothers since the forming of the great army. Sigurd’s death at the hands of the youngest brother was only a bucket of oil tossed over a flame. Ivar still felt the urge to quench his bloodthirst; Ubbe, on the other hand, felt as if he had had his fill. The fact that he wanted to make peace wasn’t strange to you. Not only was it part of his mediating nature, but he already confessed to you after the execution of his father’s murderers. He believed the debt had been paid in blood yet not sufficiently in land, so when Ivar suggested they continue and extend the battle to York, he followed reluctantly with the thought of peace and Sigurd’s death haunting his mind constantly.  

Within moments into the celebratory feast, your eyes scanned subtly over the crowd in search of his familiar blue eyes. If he wasn’t drinking or celebrating, you knew better than anyone something was weighing on his mind.  

Instinctively, you sought him out in his quarters as you’d usually done when you felt something was off. The genuine intention was to make sure he was alright, but it usually ended up in a long heart-to-heart conversation. Things he needed to speak aloud to someone he trusted to never repeat them with harmful intent.

“I knew you would come looking for me.”

“It’s not like you make much of an effort to hide.” You chuckled. Of course, he’d be in his room. Usually, he would go for a walk in the woods of Kattegat but it was far from his reach now.

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but I know too well to know your thoughts are far.”

“I can’t let you carry my burdens all the time, y/n.”

“You say that as if you force them on me. I choose to carry them freely. That’s what friends are for, after all.”

He chuckled in agreement, sat in a fur-covered chair by the fireplace; its’ heat and glow radiating the room in warm dark shadows. Ubbe’s eyes moved to fix on you for a moment, hoping he could find it in himself to lie to you. He couldn’t, not to you. The mental debate in his head settled as his gaze dropped to the wooden floorboards on the room, defeated and vulnerable. You moved step by step as the hearth invited you closer until your shoulder found a place to lean against the mantle.

“Tell me what is it the matter with you, Ubbe. I won’t force it out of you, but we have always been honest to each other.”  

He knew you were right. There was never a way to hide from you. He also knew you would be too happy with the truth.

“Hvitserk and I are riding out tomorrow night to meet secretly with the Saxons and negotiate.”

You sighed and closed your eyes as your head tilted back. No, this didn’t please you in the slightest as expected. You were smart enough to know how this would end.  

“I know what you are thinking, but those lands are rightfully ours. They were promised to my father, stolen and slathered with the blood of our people.”

You watched him speak with passion in his hushed tone, like someone could’ve been listening on the other side of the door. Silently falling into thought with every possible outcome flashing through your mind, you knew which was probable to take life and you dreaded just thinking about it.  

“Ubbe, I understand and I agree with you. But I’m afraid I have to disagree with your method.”

“My method?” He asked almost insulted.

“Do you really expect to just walk into the Saxon camp after slaughtering almost their entire army and ask for peace? Entirely rely on their mercy?”

“Trust has to go both ways, doesn’t it?”

“You’re a smart man. You know that would be stupid, Ubbe. What makes you think they will even want to negotiate with us?”

“If they don’t, we continue attacking them until they agree. Their army has already been defeated; they know our forces are much stronger than theirs.”

“We may have won battles, yes. But they weren’t the only one who lost soldiers. We are in their territory; their numbers can be easily replenished. Ours would take much longer to be rebuilt for war since they would travel by sea.”

“Which is why I strongly believe it would be wiser to make an agreement now instead of causing more unnecessary bloodshed. My father has already been avenged. Now we can fulfill his dream, his original dream. A safe, peaceful life for our people on soil healthy enough to farm so we don’t have to do this anymore.”

“I respect that and I agree. We cannot fight forever. But you know just as well asI if any Viking sets foot on their camp, they will cut their head off and send it back as a message.”

“But I am not just any Viking. I am a son of Ragnar.”

“Then they won’t send your head back. They’ll sew to a dead wolf or mount it on a spike.”

“I’m not asking you to come with me, y/n. You don’t have to worry about your life.” 

“It’s not my life I’m concerned about.”  

A silence fell between you as his gaze met yours. He knew he didn’t have to ask you to do anything for him; you’d do it willingly and proudly in his honor. Your extreme loyalty to him had never gone unnoticed.Not by him and certainly not by his new wife either. He was never blind to the truth or how you felt about him, but forcing an unwilling confession out of you was far worse in his eyes. He would never put you in that position.  

“Y/n, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Saying that won’t make me stop... What if you don’t come back alive?”

“Then at least I can tell my father in Valhalla that I tried.” You sighed at his stubbornness.  

“This does not sound like a good idea. In fact, it sounds like a stupid idea. A very stupid idea.”

“Maybe it is,” he chuckled “but I have to try.”

“There is really nothing I can say to convince you otherwise, is there?”  

He just smirked and shook his head.

“What time do we leave?”

“We? We are not going. Hvitserk and I are.”

“Now you’re telling jokes too? I’m going with you whether you like it or not. You won’t leave me behind.”

“Never, y/n. You know you mean far too much to me.” A mixture anguish and pride filled your chest. Happy to know Ubbe valued your friendship just as much as you did, but that was all you could be for him right now. Just a friend.  

“Tomorrow night then.” You nodded stubbornly before making your way out of his room.  

Little did you know that he had felt the same concoction of emotion in his chest. He wished he could’ve had the courage to express how he truly felt over all those years; that he cared for you more than a friend should; that jealously haunted his mind just as much as it taunted yours. He wished he could tell you that his marriage was a way to encourage himself to move on and forget about the love he believed he would do anything to protect. That included lying to you about the fact that he and Hvitserk had plans to leave on that very night and not the night after as he had told you. He needed you to believe his lie and you fell right into his trap.

If it hadn’t been for the injuries already inflicted by the Saxons, you would’ve punched him yourself for lying to you after you awoke to learn Ubbe and his younger brother left without you not too long after your talk. The consequences of his failed attempt to negotiate were already in action. The brothers were officially divided; Hvitserk abandoned Ubbe to stay and raid with Ivar and his followers. You could see Ubbe’s heart shatter in his eyes as you sat with the wooden oar heavy in your hands. Your heart would break for him; share his pain though Hvitserk was not your brother. You hung your head low, filled with grief. However, there was no doubt or regret in your heart even after the ship took sail to return to Kattegat. But he lied to you. He never lied to you before. You avoided Ubbe and ignored his few attempts to talk to you. It was obvious to him that you were hurt, but the fact that you were still on his side reassured him of your never-ending loyalty. Something that would never go unnoticed. The guilt, on the other hand, had been swelling in the form of a heavy lump in his throat. A stone he couldn’t swallow until he apologized or at least got some reaction from you. The silent treatment was always the worst form of punishment.

He sat in silence for most of the time, glaring back towards the shrinking land until it disappeared from view. Biting your tongue, you focused on rowing in sync with the fellow Vikings; forcing yourself to ignore the soreness amplifying with every rotation of your arms. Usually sitting in the front row never bothered you until you suddenly felt his eyes on you.  

“Don’t look at him. Just keep rowing,” you thought to yourself. The leather of your protective gloves squeaked against the wood as your grip tightened. “Just ignore that lying bastard. He got what he deserved for lying like t- No. Don’t come over here! Please don’t si- Fuck. He sat down.”

Plotting himself in front of you, he sat silent hoping you’d at least acknowledge his presence. But you wouldn’t dare give him that slight satisfaction. Just because you’d chosen to go home did not mean you would forgive him. It wasn’t like he lied to one of his men. He lied to you, the closest friend either of you ever had. At this point, lack of honesty was a lack of respect towards all the years, the time, the work, the thought and care invested into your friendship. You simply expected the same honesty you had always given him. Well... Almost always, at least.  

“You’ll have to talk to me eventually. Can’t ignore me forever.”

His first attempt to seek out a reply from you failed. You clenched your jaw, locking your watchful gaze on your oar.  

“Y/n, I had no choice but to lie to you. I was only trying to keep you safe.”

“I don’t need anyone to keep me safe.”  

Your tone was sharp and cold as a blade. Partially because of the situation; partially because he got what he was trying to provoke you for. A reaction, a word, a look of any kind. Just something to finally break the silence.

“No, you don’t. You never did, y/n, and I’ve always admired that about you.”  

“Not enough to tell me the truth. We were supposed to go together. I could’ve helped you.”

“There was nothing you could do that wouldn’t lead to your death.”

“So? I faced that same risk for you before. Wouldn’t have been the first.”

“No, but it could’ve been the last.”

“Then I would’ve joined our fathers in Valhalla.”

“I can live with blood on my hands, y/n. But not yours.”

You sighed as your arms lowered, resting the oar back on your lap. Would you have lied to him if you knew it would protect him? Yes. There was nothing you would’ve done differently. Realizing that was beginning to hurt more the previous cause for hurt. He had suffered enough already. With his eye swollen shut, his face half bruised and beat, all the physical pain could never have matched the pain of Hvitserk leaving him. That knive certainly cut the deepest without even touching his flesh. It cut far deeper that that. It cut into his very soul, rendering a wound that wound not even time would heal.

He paid a heavy price for betraying Ivar and the consequences were merciless on him. The least you could do now is ease them a bit with your forgiveness. 

“I did warn you it was a stupid idea. Hopefully, once your eye heals, you’ll be able to see I’m right more often.”

He chuckled and nodded.

“You’re always right. I just learn better the hard way, y/n.”

[curvynerdfan]

Wolf of Kattegat

Thank you @boomhauer for requesting. This is the longest piece I’ve ever written totalling over 3.5k words. It has definitely put me in an Ubbe mood! I hope you enjoy it!

Ubbe x tattoo artist reader

Ubbe was giddy when he woke up Thursday morning. Hvitserk had managed to get Ubbe scheduled with his tattoo artist. His brother’s tattoo artist was renown in Kattegat and all of the surrounding cities.Their art was immaculate and it was surprisingly difficult for Ubbe to get an appointment without Hvitserk’s help. He could have always asked Ivar but that kind of frustration didn’t appeal to him.

It still shocked him that it was so difficult for him, a Ragnarsson, to get on the artist’s schedule. He knew she was phenomenal, that is why he was willing to wait. But who in their right mind would deny Ragnar Lothbrok’s son.They must be insane, it was very rare for someone to be unaware of his family’s line of work. The Lothbrok legacy was known across the country and no one dared cross them, those who did rarely lived to regret it. The High Seat Incorporation was involved in a plethora of business endeavors. It’s name paid homage to Odin and everyone’s deep seated belief that the Lothbrok family descended directly from the All Father.

While he could have gone to his typical tattoo shop, this tattoo was special to him. His father was referred to as the “Wolf of Kattegat” and he now felt confident in stepping down as leader and letting Ubbe take over. Bjorn took over foriegn affairs after his uncle Rollo’s betrayal. Many people thought that Bjorn would be the next leader of the Lothbroks, he was passionate about travel and felt like he was following in his father’s footsteps but still being his own man. Hvitserk’s role was much more on the criminal side of the business. He enjoyed participating in the night life and was typically running their club or meeting with unnamed business partners. . Ivar majored in architectural and mechanical engineering but always wanted to be involved in raids. He was also called in to retrieve information, when typical methods of torture just weren’t cutting it. .Lastly Sigurd was in charge of the creative qualities behind their business. Of course the family was involved in criminal activity but a majority of the business was legitimate. Sigurd helped with marketing, contracts and business relations. The new tattoo was going to signify Ubbe’s new status, while honoring his father at the same time. ========================================================================

“We aren’t open for walk-ins until 12pm darling,” she said without lifting her head, “ You’re three hours too early.”

“No, I believe I am right on time.” a gruff voice responded.

Y/N snapped her head up and almost gave herself whiplash. She had never seen a man this stunning and powerful in her life. She felt her jaw drop and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans. There were several pieces of jewelry adorning his body. A chain with several charms that looked like runes, a golden band resting on his wrist, and a skull ring were the most notable.

“I have an appointment with Y/N. I hope she is in. I even brought a peach green tea, like mother said.”, he gestured, lifting the large iced drink in his right hand while keeping his coffee in his left.

Ubbe was beginning to worry. While the girl behind the counter seemed nice and was no doubt talented based on the sketches he was staring at, she didn’t necessarily give off the vibe of the talented and high end tattoo artist responsible for the work he has seen on his family members. She was wearing an oversized cardigan and a pair of ripped jeans. Sure there were tattoos peaking out but the glasses resting on top of her french braided hair did not give off badass tattoo artist vibes. A smirk creeped across his face when he realized she was gawking at him and cleared his throat to get her attention again.

“ Ohh, um, yeah I can take you back and get you set up”, Y/N said with a small smile.

Ubbe followed the lovely lady through the back of the parlor and design studio, up a flight of stairs and was happy to see how professional Y/N’s workplace was. Not that the downstairs parlor was trashy, it was just obvious for the public. This area seemed intimate and very classy. A shapeable leather tattoo chair was in the center of the room. It appeared that the artist can manipulate the chair so the arm rests and leg rests could be extended or bent for the customer’s comfort.

“You can have a seat,” Y/N gestured to the chair “I’ll go make sure everything is ready.”

The girl walked out of the room and Ubbe couldn’t help but hope that she was going to get his artist. While alone, he took in the rest of his surroundings. The walls were pitch black but there were large windows with sheer curtains to keep the room light and airy. A massive mirror sat between the two windows so clients could check their work. There were also framed pieces of artwork scattered across the room. The tattoo cart sat to the side of the chair and could move as the artist pleased.

Ubbe realized he had been observing the space for a while and quickly sat down when he heard the door began to open. He tried to look relaxed and nonchalant so he stared at one of the art pieces, a muscular panther resting in a tree. It was a beautiful piece that seemed to possess raw power even though the beast was snoozing.

Y/N had quickly ran into her apartment once she got Ubbe settled in her studio. She made sure there was nothing in her teeth, added a quick swipe of lipgloss and sprayed some more perfume. The man in her studio was gorgeous. Everyone she questioned before accepting Ubbe as a client failed to mention that particular trait. He oozed power and an air of dominance. She could tell he was in charge of any situation but was confident instead of cocky. That trait obviously ran in the family.

“So, when will Y/N be here?”, Ubbe finally asked, he was really starting to doubt whether he’d be getting a tattoo today.

Y/N did a double take, “What? What do you mean, when will I be here?”

Ubbe looked shocked and he was astonished. Then she realized that neither of them introduced themselves..

“Oh wow! Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’ll be your artist today!” she said with a sheepish smile,”I am sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’ll take that tea from you now.” she reached her hand out.

“My apologies, I assumed you knew what I looked like.”, Ubbe apologized.

He quickly handed over her drink, their fingers brushing when he passed the drink off. When Y/N reached to grab the drink, the oversized aztec-patterned cardigan fell off of her shoulder revealing detailed snake tattoos trailing across her left collarbone and shoulder.. It also revealed what may be a bralette or some kind of black laced tank top. Ubbe let out a huff when he took in her appearance for a second time. His eyes darkened when he realized how beautiful she really was. The fluffy and plain cardigan with what he believed were called ‘mom jeans’ gave her a demure and almost frumpy look. The outfit was definitely more for comfort than aesthetic. He couldn’t help but admire her body and the artwork that enhanced it. He also noticed chunky snake earrings dangling from her ears and a chain necklace caressing her throat.

“Alright, here is the finished tattoo outline. Please be honest and let me know if there is anything else we need to alter before we start. It won’t hurt my feelings. Every tattoo has a special meaning and I want you to be able to look at it with pride.” Y/N rambled before gently placing the sketch in his lap before setting up her rolling cart.

A small smirk rose on Ubbe’s face. While Y/N was obviously flustered, he could tell that she was passionate about her trade and dedicated to giving her clients the best experience possible. She wandered over to a black minifridge and patted the top of it where a keurig rested.

“While you look your tattoo over I can run through some basics I find important. Your brothers said you already have plenty of tattoos so I hope you know how to care for them properly. Either way, I have a set of printed instructions for you and I usually have customers come in a week after getting inked so I can lay eyes on it and make sure no touch ups are needed. I will also provide you with a healing salve and cleaning solution.” Y/N waved her hand over the fridge, “You’re getting a decent-sized tattoo with a significant amount of shading so we need to make sure to take breaks. I have a wide variety of snacks and drinks available. Feel free to stop me at any time for any reason. Today is all about making sure you have the best experience possible and the tattoo is something you love. That being said, do you have any questions or are there any alterations I need to make before we get started?”

Y/N finished her spiel and shrugged off the cardigan on her shoulders. Ubbe began to answer her, but lost his words when her body lost the cardigan. He was slowly beginning to realize that Y/N may be his dream girl. Her jeans were higher on her hips and he stopped breathing for a second when he came to the conclusion that she really was just wearing a bralette for a top. He could see a rose peaking out on her right hip and tried to stop himself from imagining how far down that design trailed.

A dainty giggle brought Ubbe back to the conversation again, “Umm”, he shook his head to clear it, “No there is nothing I’d like to change and I will let you know if I have any other questions. Thank you for being so helpful.”

“Okie dokie then! Let’s get started!” Y/N said clapping her hands together. “Uh, I think you’re going to have to take your shirt off.” she stated, her voice slowly softened to a whisper.

Ubbe chuckled to himself and began taking his shirt off and Y/N gently told him to leave it on halfway. He wanted the tattoo on his right forearm so only his right side had to be uncovered. Her client’s comfort was always her first priority and even though she would love to see that hunk of a man completely naked, she knew it was better to be professional.

She began to lay the outline down where they had decided to place it and tried her best to keep her gaze from wandering to his delicious abs and bulging arm veins. Y/N softly grabbed Ubbe’s hand and dragged him in front of the mirror. Trying to guide the muscular man was a little more difficult than she had expected. She tripped herself up while leading him and felt his other hand wrap around her waist, in hopes of steadying her.

Ubbe notice Y/N get her boot hung up on a floor board and quickly grabbed her waist with the hand she hadn’t already claimed. He pulled her to him with his right hand and steadied her with his left. He let out a sigh of relief once they were both steady. Y/N gasped, and her free hand went to rest on his chest. Ubbe looked her over to make sure she was okay. His eyes trailed up her body, eyes pausing on the curve of her waist and again on her breasts before quickly trailing back up to her face. Y/N’s eyes were zeroes in on Ubbe’s face. Her eyes were trained on his lips. Ubbe let out a hum that Y/N could feel in the palm of her hand and snapped her eyes up to his.

“I, uh,” she shook her head, “yeah, um, look over the outline in the mirror and from other angles. Every once in a while a client can find an angle that ruins the aesthetic, so make sure you love where it is at.” she said, gently pushing away from him and walking over to grab her drink off of the cart.

The refreshing drink helped her clear mind and her throat. Ooo, that man made her heart race faster than anyone before. After a couple of long pulls from her drink she looked up and smiled when she noticed he really was analyzing the design from every angle.

“This tattoo means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”, her voice soft but curious.

He nodded his head and made his way to the chair, “ It really looks phenomenal the way it is Y/N, thank you.”

She blushed and let out a soft “thanks.”

He settled into the chair and she dragged her rolling seat and cart across the room. She pulled gloves onto her hands and got ready to start. She turned his arm to get the best angle and Ubbe began to speak again.

“You have no clue who my family is, do you?” Ubbe continued when she shook her head. “”We run The High Seat, it is one of the largest incorporations in the country and most definitely the most expansive in companies and investments. Have you ever heard of the Wolf of Kattegat?” he asked. When her eyes squinted in recognition, he continued, “He is my father, Ragnar.”

She stopped him to ask “Aslaug’s husband?”

He chuckled, he could only imagine what his mother spewed about his father,”Yes, that Ragnar. Anyways, he has decided to step back from the business and work more legitimate in a position of advisor. I am taking over as the Wolf of Kattegat. We are also the commanding family of Ansuz”, he chuckled darkly when she flinched, “now, doll, you have nothing to fear from me or my family. Let alone any of my heathens. My mother adores you. So do Hvitty and Ivar. Hate to say it but I think I am under your spell as well.”

“I-I’m not sure how to respond to that,” she said, paying careful attention to his arm,”and my reaction wasn’t all from fear, a majority of it was because it is hard to believe that I am that naive. The leader of the most dangerous crime organization is sitting in my chair.” she let out another giggle, this one reminded Ubbe of Floki, “hell, I even interrogated your family before deciding to take you as a client. Why didn’t you just make me?”

“Mother taught me better than to demand a woman to do anything and I admire your dedication”, he noticed your confused look, “You only tattoo those you believe you can trust. In turn, your clients, my family trusts you. It is like a badge of honor to say my wolf was designed and ingrained in my skin. I refuse to taint that by behaving like a pompous ass.”

She smiled at his description of her work. Y/N knew her practice of vetting clients was peculiar. Most artists were more focused on the money they can make off a client. She wanted to know the person she was leaving a piece of herself with. Y/N had spent over a hundred hours perfecting the piece she was now inking into his skin.

The next couple of hours were spent talking about his family, the stress of his new position, and so much more. Ubbe made sure to ask questions about her family, interests and upcoming projects. At the end of the session, Y/N felt like she had known him for years. The Wolf of Kattegat seemed very down to earth for such a renown crime boss and CEO.

When the tattoo was finished, she cleaned it and instructed Ubbe to look at it in the mirror. His eyes scanned the mirror several times enjoying the way the tattoo made him look and feel. He twisted his wrist several times, analyzing the way the light was hitting the wolf. Y/N was bouncing on her toes. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or nervous. Ubbe’s face suddenly lit up and he grinned from ear to ear and Y/N couldn’t help but let out a little squeal of excitement.

She sat Ubbe back down and began reviewing how to care for the tattoo one more time while carefully wrapping his arm so the shirt wouldn’t irritate it. While she was elated that the god-like man before her loved her art, she knew he was about to leave. She felt like she truly knew Ubbe and the rest of the Lothbrok family. It hurt to think that it may have only been for the day.Once his arm was properly bandaged, she no longer had a reason to keep him with her. Y/N gently let him know it was finished. He immediately pulled out a stack of cash.

“Ubbe! This is too much! We already discussed price before you got here.”, Y/N said, exasperated.

“Yes , we did. That was before you brought this beautiful piece to life on my skin. That was also before I realized how important you would be to me.” He paused and let out a chuckle,” I will not ask you out today, lest you believe that is why I am paying you this amount. I am giving you this because you managed to make this tattoo more remarkable than I could ever imagine.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed when Ubbe implied his desire to date her. It was good to know that it was not a foolish desire held on her own. She loved his praise and was happy that he loved your most recent passion project. She also couldn’t help but feel empowered by his words.

“Thank you, Ubbe. I will see you in a week to see how it is healing.” she stated clearly trying to sound professional before leading him down the stairs and to the front of the shop.

Ubbe smiled to himself. He would not ask her out today, but he did make sure to slip his number into tha cash during one of their breaks. He only hoped she would notice it soon. The pair had carefully made it to the front windows of her shop. Both appeared to be thinking of a way to delay their goodbyes. Instead of procrastinating his eventual departure, Ubbe decided to embrace it and use it as an opportunity to embrace her as well.

Y/N froze when two burly arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly reached her arms up around him and rested her cheek on his chest. Ubbe took a deep breath of her vanilla scent and lightly pressed his lips against the crown of her head.

“Goodbye, princess”

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6:57 PM

So should I save your number in my phone under Ubbe or Wolf of Kattegat🐺?

@justahopelessssromantic @princessofthalia

[whenimaunicorn]

@honestsycrets​ all I heard you say was “spam me with sexy Ubbe inspiration then” :P