#viking pumps

[idexindia]

Step-by-Step Guide to Installing Viking Pumps Founded in 1911 as a part of IDEX Corporation’s family is Viking Pump, a well-known maker of rotary positive displacement pumps utilised in challenging scenarios in diverse sectors such as industrial settings and hygienic applications, alongside meeting OEM requirements.

[supernowa-art]

elbaf fits! they have good drip this arc!

[aecholapis]

Songs I put on loop while thinking about or drawing my OCs - Part 1

Helios: Icarus - Deus Ex: Human Revolution Collapsing Sun - Brandon Lau Angel On Fire - Halsey Imposter Syndrome - London Music Works Epilogue - Everest Your Majesty - The Crown If You Should Fall - Craig Armstrong Hey - Andreas Bourani Imádlak - Katona Ernesztina Divenire - Ludovico Einaudi This is Our Planet - Our Planet Hope for Tomorrow - Daemon X Machina Fragments of Hope - Astral Chain Aegis Research Institute - Astral Chain - Combat Mix by Baron Von Lag Natural Light - Portal Stories: Mel The Luminoth - Metroid Prime 2 Torvus Bog - Metroid Prime 2 Skytown - Metroid Prime 3 Lost in the Sky - Metroid Prime 3 - Skytown Remix by myr Azeleza - Red_OWLdeer Adiemus - Adiemus The Final Attack - Astral Chain The IXION OST The Interstellar OST Too many Fire Emblem Three Houses tracks to list them all

And the legendary God Shattering Star cover by Joe Zieja and Jules Conroy because I headcanon his voice to be similar to Claude's from FE3H for some reason and since Joe is his VA I can vividly imagine Helios singing this cover. It would be so funny. Let the small copter go ham with his vocal cords.

Ironwing and Altitude (partially): Speechless - Aladdin - cover by Peyton Parrish My Mother Told Me - Assassin's Creed: Valhalla - cover by Peyton Parrish Edge Of Night - The Lord of the Rings - cover by Peyton Parrish Helgafjell - Peyton Parrish ft. David Michael Frank Drengr of Ragnarök - Peyton Parrish ft. Jonathan Young Svarteboka - Gåte ft. Djerv Skarvane - Gåte The Rise of Vikingr album

Nightjet: Silent Guardians - Hyrule Warriors Bryyo Cliffside - Metroid Prime 3 Lower Norfair Mashup - Metroid - mashup by Axell The Swampert Chasing Daybreak (Thunder) - Fire Emblem Three Houses Victor's Hollow - Octopath Traveler - cover by Jules Conroy Oniro Mou - Yianna Terzi Palästinalied - Estampie Небо - Слободан Тркуља Brothers in Arms - Daemon X Machina Title Theme - Metroid Prime 3

Railjet: Runaway Train - Self Deception ;-) Asturias (Leyenda) - Isaac Albéniz - cover by Ana Vidović Gerudo Valley - Ocarina of Time - cover by Matt Sellick Victor's Hollow - Octopath Traveler Highlands Theme - Octopath Traveler Among Stately Peaks - Octopath Traveler Homunculus Delta - Astral Chain Grand War - Daemon X Machina Title Theme - Metroid Prime Trilogy - cover by Wingus Dingus

Firecry and his siblings: Kiss from a Rose - Seal - cover by Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles, RichaadEB Idolize - Caleb Hyles Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (Glee version) - cover by Anna Pantsu ft. Caleb Hyles Fight Fire With Gasoline - Self Deception Weight of the World - Self Deception State of Elysium - Self Deception Legends - Self Deception Starlight Brigade - TWRP ft. Dan Avidan (please watch the music video, it's so good) The Starship Velociraptor album (same as Anvil)

Anvil and his former mining team: Kiss from a Rose - Seal - cover by Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles, RichaadEB Storm the Castle - Jonathan Young Divided - Jonathan Young Damage Done - Jonathan Young ft. RichaadEB Land of Broken Dreams - Jonathan Young ft. Caleb Hyles Land of the Living - Jonathan Young Unholy - cover by Jonathan Young ft. Lauren Babic (¬‿¬) The Starship Velociraptor album All of Jonathan Young's sea shanty covers

Cryoslope and his former underwater mining team: Chemical Worker's Song - Ron Angel - cover by Colm McGuinness Here's a Health to the Company - Assassin's Creed IV - cover by Colm McGuinness Scarborough Fair - cover by Colm McGuinness The Foggy Dew - cover by Colm McGuinness Islander - Bruce Moss- cover by Derina Harvey Band Lost On You - LP Song of the Sea - Mirella Díez Morán Into the Unknown - Subnautica Abandon Ship - Subnautica Torvus Hydrodynamo - Metroid Prime 2 Troubled Water - Portal Stories: Mel Transitional Period (funnel) - Portal Stories: Mel Live Fire Exercise - Portal Stories: Mel

Dataduct and the Throttlecons: Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (Glee version) - cover by Anna Pantsu ft. Caleb Hyles Magnum Bullets - Night Runner ft. Dan Avidan (another great music video) Promise - Voyager Loco - Manian Tonight - Yüksek

Carbonlight: Children of the Omnissiah - Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Noosphere - Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus Millennial Rage - Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus Tenebre Rosso Sangue - Ultrakill Title Theme - Metroid Prime - cover by Amie Waters Menu Theme - Metroid Prime 2 VS. Emperor Ing (Phase 1) - Metroid Prime 2 VS. Emperor Ing (Phase 2) - Metroid Prime 2 System Corruption - Portal Stories: Mel (Harry Callaghan) Track 10 - Asphalt 6 VS. Jena Anderson (all phases) - Astral Chain The Creation of Noah - Astral Chain Inside Noah - Astral Chain VS. Noah (all phases) - Astral Chain Symphony No. 9 (New World Symphony) - Dvořák Ecstasy of Gold - Ennio Morricone Arms of Immortal - Daemon X Machina The entire Mechanicus OST

[viking-raider]

Syverson Family War

Summary-> You've just gotten off a 12-hour shift at the hospital, only to return home and get swept up into a Syverson Family War, between your husband and three children.

Pairing-> Austin "Sy" Syverson/Reader

Word Count-> 3.2k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Light Teasing, Soft!Sy, SAHD!Sy, Nurse!Reader

Inspiration-> This Instagram Video (If this isn't Sy vibes, idk who Sy is!)

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

Divider by->  @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

-> If you would like to get notifications for my writing! Just follow my Tag List blog, @VIKING-RAIDER-TAGLIST as well as my @VIKING-RAIDER-LIBRARY and turn on the notifications for it! It’s that easy!’ Ao3-> DRAGON_DWELLER

You were more than excited to be home after a nearly twelve hour shift at the hospital. Your back throbbed and your feet were screaming at the top of their arches from running up and down the ER department. You didn’t even bother gathering up your tote of stuff, as you got out of your car, since you had the next two days off. So, they would wait until a two hour long bubble bath and a nap with eternity.

But upon entering your modest, two story Ranch house, you were bombarded by silence. Your eyes narrowed as they scanned the dining room to your left and living room to your right, ears pricking up for the slightest movement from the bedrooms upstairs.

Something was clearly off. It was almost never this quiet in the Syverson household.

There was always some sort of ruckus or chaos in motion. Your husband blasting music in the garage, where he had set up a small work-out area or telling off whatever game was playing on the enormous tv in the living room. If it wasn’t Sy, it was a combination of your three kids. Your two boys wrestling each other over a toy or giggles, or your daughter discovering a new, little critter from the backyard and bringing it in, before promptly losing it. Or all three kids getting into mischief with each other somehow.

But when it was silent, you knew there were real shenanigans afoot.

You drew in a deep breath, mustering what energy you had left inside yourself, for Syverson Madness. “Guys! I’m home!” You called out, swinging the front door shut with a little more strength than usual, as you moved a step deeper into the powderkeg. “What are you nuts up to?” You mumbled to yourself, moving towards the living room, still trying to keep yourself alert for any kind of trap or scare.

Little good it did, as a strong hand suddenly grabbed your elbow and yanked you backwards into the dark portal of the laundry room door, with a yelp. The hand shifted to your mouth and the door closed with a soft click.

“Ssshh.” Sy cooed at you, moving his hand away. “Gotta keep quiet, Sugar Butt.” He chuckled at you.

You could hear the smirk on his bearded face, before he clicked on the tactical flashlight he was carrying. You looked him over in the dim light, discovering him in his full Army tactical gear, minus his bare feet. He even sported his night vision goggles clipped to his helmet.

“What in the he-” You were about to demand, scanning him again, but spotted one of your son’s Nerf Rifles strapped to his back. “Give me that!” You huffed, gobsmacked, as you took the light and started checking him and the laundry room out. “Good Lord, Almighty!” You laughed, shaking your head.

He had a Nerf pistol in his thigh holster, a pump gun on the dryer, a blaster beside that, and copious amounts of ammo on the washer, with pop grenades. Which you knew were filled with either baby powder or flour from the last time a Syverson War had been declared on the house.

You looked up at your husband, bottom lip trapped between your teeth for a moment. “How long has World War Syverson Seven been going?” You asked, completely amused by how lost Sy got into playing with your kids, and how much they loved it when he did.

Sy looked at his watch. “Since just after breakfast. Myles chose violence and shot Ada in the back, while she was trying to color a picture. Tears ensued, which caused Colt to declare revenge on Myles, in Ada’s name.”

“You got roped into this, how?”

“Ada got in on it, insisting she didn’t need a man to defend her honor…”

“That’s my girl.” You chuckled, smirking.

“It is.” Sy laughed back. “But, in defending her own honor, she shot me in the leg, while I was trying to get them to chill out.”

You nodded your head, seeing all the pieces fall into place. “Which, obviously, by the Syverson Code, requires you to defend your own honor.”

“Obviously, Angel!” Sy answered, faking outrage. “You should know that, after fifteen years!”

“Fifteen years, and I’m still jotting things down in the Syverson Code of Conduct booklet!” You laughed, shaking your head, there were a lot of things Sy lived and would die by.

They were many of the things that made your heart swell with love for the burly, ex-Army vet.

“So, how do I configure into this madness?”

“You just got home from a super long shift, Sugar.” He answered, brow pinching. “You’re an innocent bystander. I just had to save you before one of those hellions out there shot you.”

“My savior.” You cooed, pushing up on your toes and kissing him. “My back and arches appreciate you.”

“The Lair is off limits, per usual.” He informed you. “We just have to make it out of here and upstairs.”

“Quite the way.” You commented, mentally mapping your and Sy’s route out of the laundry room, through the living room and entryway, then finally up the stairs and home free to the master bedroom, which was referred to as the Lair, where you could rest without having to worry about the family war.

“All right, Captain, what’s the plan?”

He gave you the Syverson wink and reached over your head, there was a sharp click and from outside the laundry room, you heard the kids’ screech. Sy had thrown the power switch to the house, plunging it into the darkness. You chuckled, smirking, understanding his tactic now.

“Stay close.” He whispered to you, clicking his ammo to his vest on, before moving to the door. “The enemy is sneaky and uncivilized.” He said, pressing his body against it, listening carefully to the other side.

“Like their father.” You mumbled under your breath with a snort, huddling yourself against his back.

“I’d say more like their mama.” Sy commented back, reaching back to pop you on the bum, then slowly cracked open the door.

You shuffled out after him, casting glances over your shoulder every few seconds. It was easy going, getting through the living room. Sy had defended it mightily throughout the day, so the kids had become shy about entering their father’s domain. You trusted Sy to protect you, from everything, your kids included. Silly as that was to think.

“We have movement at 12!” Sy called out, catching your nine year old, Myles, through his night vision in his fort, consisting of the dining table and chairs that he was hunkered down underneath, belly crawling from one end towards the other, closing the gap between himself and the entryway. “He’s under the table. A sneaky little sniper boy.” He snickered, shouldering the Nerf-AR resting against his side.

You scrunched yourself up behind Sy’s wide and muscular back as Nerf Darts started whizzing by, striking the scuffed wood floor or sticking to the walls. Both Sy and Myles laughed maniacally as they shot at each other; tossing weak insults on top of it.

“Milk drinker!” Myles shouted, hustling to reload.

“Lizard eater!” Sy shot back, smirking.

“Now, boys!” You scolded weakly, snorting.

They continued their assault, Sy guiding you towards a pocket the bottom stairs provided coming down into the foyer, allowing you to take cover and him to shoot through the bars of the steps.

“Are you hit?” You asked, playing along with the game.

“Nothing I’ll die from.” He answered, reloading his weapons. “But, you can be a good nurse and kiss them all better.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“That’s cheating!” Myles yelled out.

“Well, If I was over there, I’d do the same thing to you, Bud!” You called back, planting a kiss on Sy’s cheek, his well-groomed beard tickling your skin.

“An aid relief truce then?” Myles suggested, poking his head out from under the table.

“Certainly not!” Sy barked back, popping a Nerf dart off over his son’s head, sending him scurrying back into his fort. “She’s my nurse! I found her out wandering the battlefield, unprotected. If you wanted her to be your nurse, you should have found her first, yourself!”

“I almost did! Before you kidnapped her!” Myles huffed, hotly. “You’re holding her hostage!” He suddenly insisted. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll rescue you!”

“Oh my, a hostage situation.” You sighed, licking your lips. “I appreciate your devotion, son.”

“Ha.” Sy scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, boy. I’m escorting this lovely lady to the Lair.”

As Sy and Myles argued over who was going to have the pleasure of accompanying you upstairs, you caught a slight movement behind you and Sy, lurking in the darkness of the living room; moving slowly. It vanished behind the couch, and for a moment you thought it was just Aika, but when something popped up over the back of the couch, then quickly ducked down again, you were then positive it wasn’t the old girl. But your Daddy’s girl, Ada. Of all the children, six year old Ada was the most like her father. She’d been attached to Sy’s hip from the moment she left your womb. Hanging on Sy’s every word, movement and action, that sometimes it spooked you.

So, watching her stealth around in the dark of the living room was both impressive, amusing and a tad terrifying. Especially since you knew the little hellion was coming for revenge on her father and brother. There were no alliances between them during a Syverson war. You were the only ally allowed to go between the four of them. Mending wounds, mostly pretend ones, but sometimes there were real ones. Sometimes, you’d team up with one of them, to take on the other three.

“On your six! In the living room, babe!” You warned, snagging the Nerf pistol from Sy’s thigh holster as he reacted, purely by instinct, removing one of his baby powder pop grenades, tossing it behind him without looking, trusting your instruction.

Ada startled, surprised that you had noticed her, followed by a cloud of baby powder obscuring her view. She came to a halt, upon hurdling the back of the couch, in an attempt to overtake you and Sy. You took aim and fired, the Nerf dart hitting her square in the chest.

“Nice shot, hon.” Sy nodded, patting your leg, then called out to his daughter. “Sorry, Cricket, but that’s a kill shot.” He told her, his voice soft, but uncompromising.

Ada huffed, pressing her lips together. “Not fair, Mama isn’t supposed to shoot us! She doesn’t have anything to avenge!” She protested, crossing her arms.

Sy chuckled, cocking his head at her. “Mama has her own special rules in our Wars, you know that, Cricket.”

“I’ll come kiss it better, but you know Daddy’s five minute rule.” You chimed in, feeling bad about it, you honestly hadn’t meant to hit her, it was just a lucky shot.

But rules were rules. You could go and kiss her boo-boo better, allowing her to enter the War game again. However, Sy had made a rule that anyone hit with a Kill Shot had to be dead for at least five minutes, before you could render aid to them.

“All right.” Ada sighed, before flopping to the floor with a dramatic sound.

“Where were we?” Sy asked, then nodded. “Right, Myles, kindly allow me to escort my Nurse upstairs.”

“No deal, Pops.” Myles replied, shaking his head.

“Can I just go upstairs on my own?” You asked, peeking at your son through the spindles of the stairs.

Myles was quiet for a moment, considering. “Only if I get to keep you to myself for an hour!” He finally answered.

“Oh, he drives a hard bargain, that son of yours.” You teased Sy, tickling the back of his neck.

“That he does.” Sy agreed, shivering, as he brewed over Myles' offer. “You can have her for thirty minutes!” He negotiated with him.

“Thirty minutes!” Myles barked in outrage.

“You have to go to bed in two hours, boy!” Sy reminded him.

“So, give her to me for an hour!”

You smirked and pressed your palm to the base of Sy’s neck, leaning in close, your lips brushing against his ear, so only he could hear you. “Let him have me for the hour, Austin. I’ve been gone for twelve hours, and they have to go to bed in two. It’ll give me a little bit of time with them.” You reasoned with your husband. “We’ll have all night together after they're asleep, and the next two days, when they're at school.”

Sy nodded, rubbing his lips together. “You’re right.” He whispered back to you. “All right, you can have her for an hour, after you let her go upstairs and do what she pleases.”

A muffled yes came from the dining room. “Deal! You’re free to come out, Mama!”

“Thank God! I have to pee really bad.” You chuckled, kissing Sy, before scurrying out of your hiding place with him and started up the stairs, as you reached the top, you wondered where your middle child, Colt, was.

The seven year old was oddly missing in action the whole time the rest of you were battling and negotiating downstairs. As you reached the top, a cry filled the air, startling the life out of you, before a fury of Nerf darts peppered you all over.

“COLT!” You howled at the boy, dashing for your bedroom door and taking cover behind it.

“Colt Nero Syverson!” Sy’s voice called up the stairs. “You know the rules about firing upon your mother!”

“I’m sorry, Mama.” Colt’s soft voice whimpered in the dark to you. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“It’s fine, little man.” You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Just mind yourself.”

“Okay, Ma.” He smiled, ducking back into his hiding place; his room.

“Oh, this family.” You sighed again, closing the door and rushing for the en suite, tugging off your shoes as you went. “Ooo.” You cooed, enjoying the feeling of the icy tile on your bare, throbbing feet.

Bladder empty, you splashed some cool water in your face, then got out of your nursing scrubs, replacing them with a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. You laid down on your and Sy’s enormous bed, dozing off for a couple minutes before getting back up to fulfill the promises you made to Ada and Myles.

“Colt, I’m coming out, please don’t shoot me.” You called through the crack you opened in the bedroom door.

“Okay, Mama!” He called back.

Coming out of the room, you stood at the top of the stairs, but frowned and turned, heading down to Colt’s room. “What are you doing, buddy?” You asked, peeking around the doorframe, seeing he had made a little barricade and was hunkered down behind his bed. “Why haven’t you come down to challenge your dad, brother and sister?”

“Oh, I have, Ma!” He answered, his smile showing off the two front teeth he lost a month before. “I’m just waiting for the most opportune time to go back downstairs to finish off whoever is left.” He sat up on his bed a little more, eyeing you. “How many of them are left?”

You smirked at him, slyly. “You know I’m not allowed to give away information to someone, especially if I’m not teamed up with them, little man.”

“Poop.” He huffed, slapping his mattress and sitting back. “Do you wanna be on my team?” He asked, hopeful.

“Sadly, your Papa had to bargain me off to your brother for an hour, so I could go to the Lair and change.” You informed him, giving him a sympathetic smile. “But, how about this? When it’s bedtime, I’ll come and read to you, whatever you want.”

“Eragon!” He gasped, enthralled again.

“Deal.”

“Deal!”

“All right, wee man, if I don’t see you before then, I’ll see you at bed time.” You cooed at him.

You headed back downstairs, pausing on the middle landing. “I’m coming downstairs, don’t shoot!” You announced to Sy and Myles.

“All clear!” They both called back.

You joined them downstairs, finding them just as you left them.

“Mommy, can I be alive again?” Ada called to you from her spot behind the couch.

“Yes, love, I’m coming right now to fix your boo-boo.” You replied, crossing the entryway and leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “There, sweet girl. All healed and alive again. Off you trot. Why don’t you watch a movie on your tablet, until bedtime?”

“Thanks, Mama!” She giggled, hugging your waist, then ran off.

With your daughter resurrected, you joined Myles in the dining room, and despite the soreness in your body, got under the table with him. “Just you, Colt and your Papa now, big man.” You told him, propping your head up on your hand. “Tough crowd.”

“But I got you, Mama.” Myles countered. “You can heal all my wounds.”

“Mm, that I can.” You nodded, casting your eyes past the table legs and made out Sy’s outline. “But, that’s about all the energy I’ve got for you. Bringing your sister back to life took a lot out of me. So, I can’t help you fight either of them.”

“That’s fine. I can finish them.”

You reached out and brushed your fingers through his tamed, black curls. “I have all the faith in the world in you, my sweet boy.” You cooed at him, lovingly.

“Moooom!” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Time’s wastin’, kid!” Sy called out.

“You stay here, mom. I’m gonna sneak around.” Myles said, wiggling back up the table towards the back entry of the kitchen.

“I’ll be here.” You replied, propping your head up on your hand, eyes drooping for a moment.

At least, you thought it was for a moment, until you felt a pair of strong hands grab your ankles and yanked you out from underneath the table, startling you awake from the nap you dozed into.

“Jesus.”

“Naw, just me, Angel.” Sy grinned, helping you up.

“Where’s Myles?” You asked, rubbing at the sleep in your eyes and noticing he wasn’t in his tactical gear anymore, but just a pair of shorts.

“Out cold in bed.” He answered, steadying you with his hands on your hips.

“But…” You frowned, glancing at the stairs over your shoulder.

“Colt came down not long after Myles tried sneaking around me through the kitchen.” Sy explained to you, a proud little glint in his blue eyes. “Took out both of us, the little rascal.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “We found you asleep and they understood you had a long day, and would spend time with them tomorrow, after they came home from school.”

You pressed your forehead against his chest. “What in the world would I do without you?” You cooed, sighing heavily.

“I don’t know what we would do without you.” He replied, encasing you in his muscular arms and resting his chin on top of your head, rocking gently. “Let’s go to bed, love.” He whispered, scooping you up off your sore feet and carried you upstairs, to bed.

You moaned softly, sinking into the mattress as Sy tossed the blankets over you and kissed your temple, before joining.

[alex99achapterthree]

F/A-18F Super Hornet leaps off the waist cat, flying on a beautiful Navy day.

With a buddy store on the centerline (note the little propeller on the front of the tank that runs the hose reel and pump) and 4 wing tanks, this Super Hornet is the designated tanker for this cycle. With the retirement of the S-3B Viking, there are no other aircraft on the deck to fill the tanker role.

That would be an awesome spot to watch launches from.

[communistkenobi]

I watched The Northman today. I heard it described as a movie that depicts a social world with a totally different sense of morality and way of living. and like no not really lol it’s a pretty straightforward movie about revenge and a king murder plot, there’s nothing particularly morally shocking or unconventional about it that you wouldn’t see in other films about vikings. Like maybe I’m desensitised but slaughtering whole villages and taking sexual slaves is not really out there, they did all that shit in game of thrones like ten years ago. Probably the only thing that’s more graphic is a few of the death scenes where corpses are arranged into the shape of an animal or a guy gets disembowelled. It’s basically like hamlet. There’s even ghosts and incest in it. Very cool production design with all the viking villages and cabins and shit though. Like really big ornate carved wooden beams and animal hides and chainmail armour and long boats and all of that. Robert Eggers loves shooting in firelight and he’s pretty good at it, you can see what you need to and the high-contrast lighting is fun to look at. idk what chemicals they pumped into Alexander Skarsgard to make his shoulder muscles look like that but he did a good job howling like a dog and being insane the whole movie. Nicole Kidman was probably the standout performance, she was the best out of the cast at delivering all the mythical folktale sounding dialogue

[the-froschamethyst4]

Scars, Muscles, and Veins

𖤐Pairing: Viking! Barrage x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, fluff, language, P in V, kissing/making out, breeding kink, married couple, brief mention of nudity,

𖤐Summary: Barrage just wants a baby with his wife

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Barrage holds his wife in his arms as they lay on the big soft bed, the furs covered their bare bodies, keeping warm, he moves a piece of her hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

"Mmm~ Cal?"

"Sorry, if I woke you," he says, kissing her lips now.

His hands rub her waist, and shoulder, and kissed her lips some more, she was taken aback from him behind on top of her now, her arms go around his neck pulling him closer into the kiss.

"Mmm~ C-Cal, calm down," she giggles.

"I love your lips," he says as he keeps kissing her lips.

"What is wrong with you?" She giggles.

"I've be thinking," he says.

"Okay?" They sit up now, she sits on his lap as he holds her. "What is it?" She asked.

"I've seen how you are with the children of the village, and it's got me thinking...what if we have our own kids?" He says.

"You've been thinking about us having kids?"

"Yeah...if you don't think we're ready that's fine it was just-"

"No," Nothing else was said but Y/n grabbing Barrage's face and giving him a sift kiss. "I'd be happy to," she says.

Barrage didn't think twice before pushing Y/n on her back again, their lips on one another, his hands exploring her bare body, she moans into the kiss.

Barrage sat up and starts pumping himself, Y/n smiles and placed her hands on his chest and starts sliding them down his toned abs. He stops pumping himself and leans back down to kiss her lips and to start pushing his cock inside of her.

She puts her head back as his tip immediately hit her spot, believe it or not, she has thought about having children with Barrage, but never brought it up before because Barrage is always so busy, and she didn't want him to have to worry about protecting the village and having the thought of children coming into his life on his mind.

"C-Cal-"

"Shhh~ baby," he says, as he rocks his hips slowly, holding her waist but moving his hands back to her face, cupping her cheeks and kissing her lips. "I just need you to enjoy it, tell me if I'm hurting you at all, but I want you to feel good."

She smiles at him as he starts picking up the pace, her hands rested on his biceps, her arms then going back around his neck. Barrage soon sat up pulling away from Y/n's lips, he held her waist again as he starts moving quickly hitting her spot, hearing her moans sent him over the edge.

He moans with her, his hands guiding up her waist to grab a handful of her hair, she moans as she looks up at him arching her back, he starts moving quicker, an ungodly speed.

Barrage then flips her over, her ass slapping against his lower stomach, he smirks when hearing her moans, grabbing yet another handful on hair as his eft hand rested on her ass.

He smirks and leans down to kiss between her shoulder blades, she smiles as she was huffing and puffing, and moaning his name. Barrage then takes her hands and places them behind her back, her cheek lands on her pillow and the soft fur under them was becoming hot, sticky, and wet.

"C-Cal, I-I'm-"

"Do it, baby," he coos, close to her ear, licking the shell of it.

He gives a good sloppy thrust and ended up coming inside of her, she puts her head back with a loud and exhausted moan.

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6 Months

Barrage was just coming home, a basket full of different items.

"Baby, I have everything you asked for, I couldn't find that bread you like though, Farmer Dan wasn't there today," he says.

"It's okay," Y/n comes of the bedroom, rubbing her big belly as children ran out of the bedroom giggling and laughing.

"Another class?" Barrage asked, walking to Y/n placing his hand on her belly and kissed her lips as they kids all ran down the hill.

"They wanted to know how to basket weave and make flower crowns," she giggles and she kisses her husband's lips.

"How's the little one doing?" He asked, bending down on his knees and kissed her belly.

"She's been kicking."

"I see...hey, now...you better be nice to your mama, she's carrying you around for 9 months, at least be nice to her," he says. He stood back up and cupped her cheeks to kiss her forehead. "And how are you, mama?" He asked.

"Tired...my ankles hurt, my boobs hurt, and my feet are killing me, all I've been doing is lay down, but it feels like I've been walking forever," she says. Barrage just smiles and cups her face.

"You want me to massage your ankles?" He asked.

"Please," she said. He leads her to their couch and let's her sit down, he takes her legs and props them up onto his lap, he smiles and starts gently massaging her ankles and feet.

"This is the best," she says with her head back.

"I saw, König."

"Did you? What did he say?"

"He wanted to know when the little one will be arriving, him and his wife are expecting number 3 soon."

"Really?" He just nods. "Cal...when you told me about having children, how many do you want?"

"I was thinking 5."

"5!!?"

"Well 5, and then I thought about it some more and realized, it should be up to you. You'll be going through all the pain, and carrying them around for 9 mouths, so how many do you want?" He asked.

"...I don't know...I guess it depends on how this one is," she says as she rubs her belly. "I know she'll be good," she smiles.

Barrage then moves his hand up her leg and gives her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Have you thought of a name?" He asked.

"No...I haven't thought of any...have you?" She looks up at him.

"I've thought of one, but you can tell me if it's bad."

"Go ahead," she smiles.

"Addie...I've thought about it, and I was...shooting some ideas with the guys, and I landed on Addie."

"Addie...Is it short for Addison?"

"It could be...Addie for short."

"Addison...I like it."

"But of course it could change when she arrives."

"And what if it's a boy?"

"Reed."

"Reason?"

"None...Addie or Reed."

Y/n moved closer to Barrage and played with his fingers and looked up at him.

"I like the names," she says, kissing his cheek.

"Sir?" Barrage looks at the door with a not-so-happy look on his face.

"What," he sounded annoyed. "Can't you see I'm with my wife?" He says.

"Yes, I know, sir, but we are having a situation at the dock." One on his warriors says, Barrage groans, he gets up and gets an axe, and dagger putting them in their holders as he kissed Y/n's lips.

"I'll be back," he tells her. She just nods.

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9 Months

It was painful, Y/n was pacing around the bedroom, the nurse held onto Y/n's arm and rubbed her back, Barrage was standing next to Y/n, comforting her, rubbing and patting her back. She was in so much pain. She groans as her fists were punching the bed.

"Baby?" Barrage says, she looks up at him and just cups his face.

"It's hurts."

"I know, baby-"

"No, you don't," she tells him. "How much longer?" She looks at the nurse.

"Just a bit longer, my lady," she keeps rubbing her back, Y/n stood up and walks around the nurse by her side as Barrage just watches, that's all he could.

Barrage felt bad for his wife, he wishes if he knew how hard and painful childbirth was maybe him and Y/n could've talked about it some more.

Y/n leans against the doorframe to go outside, but the nurse stopped her. "Maybe rest?"

"No, I want to keep walking."

"Not outside, my lady, stay in here," she says. "The doctor will also be here soon."

"He better get here quicker," Barrage growls.

"Cal, please," Y/n says. Y/n's emotions and hormones were all over the place, Barrage knew that, whatever she said, harsh words, she didn't really mean it.

"I am here, how are you, my lady?"

"In pain," she says to the doctor, annoyed, grouchy, and in pain. "I just want to get this done and over with, so I can meet my baby."

"I understand, let's lay you down," they moved over to the bed where Y/n laid down and they placed the covers over her belly, Barrage takes her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"We'll start preparing," the doctor says.

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It was a long a painful 24 hours for Y/n, she laid on the bed holding her daughter Addie. Barrage was a mess in the corner, holding back emotions, as the doctor and nurse left the parents alone with their first baby.

Barrage came over bending down on his knees next to the bed, he hasn't held Addie yet. He was scared he would break her, even though he knows he couldn't it was just on his mind it might happen.

"Calvin...would you want to hold her?" Y/n asked, looking at him.

"I'm afraid I might hurt her."

"You could never," he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. He opens his arms and gently takes Addie from her mother's arms, the doctor had came back in when seeing Barrage hold the baby girl.

"If you want, what helps with the bond, you could take your shirt off and do something I like to call skin-to-skin," Barrage gives Addie back to Y/n and he takes his shirt off.

Barrage held Addie for what felt like hours, Barrage moved his finger and caressed Addie's soft puffy cheek. Y/n was asleep from all the pain and stress, she needed it badly.

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The next morning, Y/n almost forgot what happened but she had woke up to Barrage on his side of the bed and in the middle of them were their baby girl, who slept all night.

She rolls on her side and placed her hand on Addie's belly, she rubs her tired eyes and yawns, and she's about to cry, the soft whines alerted Barrage, his eyes shot open and looked to his right seeing Y/n hold their baby girl.

"I was going to get her," he says.

"It's alright, she needs to be fed anyways," Y/n says as her shirt was already lifted and Addie was attached to her boob.

Y/n looks down at Addie and smiles. "She's such a perfect mix of us," she says.

"I know," Barrage starts to move closer to Y/n, holding Y/n and cupping Addie's head. "My black hair, your eyes, your nose," he says, kissing Y/n's cheek.

After a while Addie was back asleep on the big master bed, Y/n and Barrage were in the living room together, Barrage holding Y/n in his arms as he praised her for doing such a good job last night. Y/n takes in his praising as her fingers danced on his scarred, veiny arms.

"You're so muscly," she teased him.

"Hey now, I'm over here praising you and are so touchy feely with me," he chuckles.

"Because you are my husband and I'm allowed to touch you."

"And I'm allow to touch you," he says, moving his hand down to her hip, patting it and giving her a peck on her temple.

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A Few Years Later

Addie was 5 now, she was like her mother, very gentle and kind, but she was so rambunctious, running around and always somehow knowing where her father is all the time.

Barrage was at the dock talking with his warriors about their trading post, as Barrage was talking Addie comes running on the dock and grabs ahold of Barrage's soft wolf cape.

He looks over his shoulder and sees his little girl, she placed the wolf cape over her head and hugs his leg.

"Daddy!" She coos, looking up at him. He bends down with a smile on his face and kissed his daughter forehead.

"What are you doing, baby?" He asked.

"I wanted to find you," she giggles. She hugs his neck as Barrage's face went from happy back to serious.

"We'll talk about this later," he says, walking away as his daughter waved 'bye' at the warriors.

"Let's go find, mama," he said, as they walked the pathway to their home.

They soon see her on her knees on a blanket with Barrage's son, Reed. He was only a few months old, he was on his stomach as Y/n paid good attention to him.

"Mama!"

"My baby, you found, daddy, I see," she giggles as Addie came running and hugged her mom. Barrage came and sat on the blanker next to Y/n, holding her close, Addie sat on her butt in front of Reed and was messing with him, but being gentle, she knows to be gentle with her baby brother.

"Be gentle, baby," Barrage says.

"I am, daddy."

This was the life Barrage wanted with his wife. Children, a married happy life, he loved Y/n, his children and all.

[octuscle]

I keep seeing Midwestern stuff everywhere. Ads for Illinois tourism. Football fans wearing Vikings and Packers gear. Fuck it, can’t beat ‘em, join em. Can you make me into a big, beefy corn-fed Midwestern football guy?

Sure thing, mate! Time to turn you into a big, beefy corn-fed Midwestern football guy! First things first, we gotta get you suited up proper. We’re talking a classic flannel shirt, jeans sturdy enough to handle farm work, and a pair of solid boots. Don't forget the trucker cap on your greasy mullet, gotta rep the local team!

Now, we gotta beef you up. Get you hitting the gym, pumping iron like there’s no tomorrow. We want arms like tree trunks and a chest that can stop a charging bull. And of course, we gotta get you eating like a true Midwesterner. That means plenty of steak, potatoes, and don’t forget the corn on the cob!

Next up, we gotta get you into the football scene. Start watching every game, learning the plays, and cheering on your local team like they’re family. Get yourself a jersey, maybe even paint your face in team colors for game day.

And last but not least, we gotta work on that accent. You gotta start drawling out those words like you’re straight outta the heartland. Throw in a “ya know” here and a “uff da” there, and you’ll be fitting in with the locals in no time!

There you have it, buddy. You're now a big, burly, corn-fed Midwestern football guy who's ready to tackle anything that comes his way! I've added a few more inches to your cock. I think that will come in handy when you're fucking your buddies at the sports bar or in the locker room at the gym.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL in the interview for british vogue:

“I like shapeshifting.” — Talking about playing michael gavey, in saltburn.

“He hijacks the show and turns it into a horror film. You’re gonna see the repercussions of that and you’ll see another side to Aemond.” — On what to expect from aemond in HOTD S2.

“I’ve never seen Thrones. I avoided it. I wanted to create something fresh.” — To do so, he employs a “bespoke method”, combining unexpected references: Kirk Douglas in The Vikings, Michael Fassbender in Prometheus.

To keep the right mindset during filming, he listened to Metallica, Slipknot and Killswitch Engage “to get the blood pumping.”

“I’m just up for trying different things that challenge me.” — About experimenting with fashion.

Mitchell was laughed at in the classroom when he said he wanted to be an actor.

When he's not working, he loves camping in the Peak District.

“I’m like a sleeper agent. To friends, I come with a disclaimer: If I get a call, I’m taking it. It doesn’t matter if I’m at a birthday party… I’m jumping on the back of the dragon.” — Talking about his work ethic.

[idexindia]

6 Tips for Choosing the Right Viking Pumps

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[stressed-sock]

Heyyyyy do you want dominion SMP head cannons? Welp your getting some!

You know how birds puff up their wings or frilled lizards will pump their frills with blood? For intimidation purposes? Yeah- everyone on Dominion has some variant of that.

Nukeri puffs up his wings, Jamie and Viking fan theirs out and whip their tails around, Sneve gets very smoky, Shadow and Legundo mock-charge, etc

I think this is fun to think about :)

helloooo sorry for the late response but here’s a bunch of sketches! :D

all in various stages of pissed off/threatening lol

also I did change the things for shadow and legundo - I think shadow would start smoking from the mouth, kinda similar to how I imagine withers preparing to shoot a projectile ig! meanwhile I couldn’t think of how to draw a mock charge so I just gave legs a knife XD

[nerd-flash]

things i’ve said about ryan lindgren in the past 24 hours

•he’s hot in a viking warrior way

•like puts women and children first kind of way

•build you a boat kind of way

•pump your gas for you hot

•holds the door then smacks your ass as you walk through it kind of hot

•keeps your favorite snacks in the cupboard at his house kind of hot

•rough hands but a smooth talker kind of hot

•i wanna see him shirtless chopping up fire wood in the forest lol 😂 then he builds me a fire to keep me warm

•i wish i was a good writer because a wilderness lindy fan fiction would smack so hard

•he is. so soft and sweet. but so manly

•ugh he has serious “get behind me i’ll handle this” energy i love it

•yeah there’s something about a man that’s kind of bullet proof

gif cred: @mattrempe

[viking-raider]

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT > PART TWO

Summary-> It's a lovely first morning for Alexa and Henry, as they continue to learn about one another, and filming their new marriage gets serious.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/OFC (Alexa)

Word Count-> 3k

Parts-> I

Warnings-> PG: Arranged Marriage, Language, Banter

Inspiration-> Nick and Vanessa Lachey’s Love is Blind on Netflix.

Author’s Note-> My apologies if any of the information on Alexa's T1 is incorrect. I'm willing to take advice. But there’s not many to do. I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

-> If you would like to get notifications for my writing! Just follow my Tag List blog, @VIKING-RAIDER-TAGLIST as well as my @VIKING-RAIDER-LIBRARY and turn on the notifications for it! It’s that easy!’

– The Honeymoon –

Stirring, Alexa no longer felt the engulfing warmth of Henry's body against her back and rolled onto hers. Looking to his side of the bed, she found it empty. Casting her eyes out of the mountain of blankets, she discovered her husband's silhouette against the sparkling sun, standing on the veranda and enjoying a cup of coffee. A sleepy smirk pulled across her lips, sitting up and brushing the loose strands of snow-white hair out of her face.

“Morning.” Henry said with a low rumble, coming to stand in the open door.

“Good morning.” Alexa greeted him back, stretching and sighing, feeling a bit jet-lagged from their flight, but nothing that would affect their day. “How long have you been up?” She asked, glancing at the clock on her nightstand, reading it was almost noon.

“An hour or two.” He answered, taking a deep swallow of his coffee. “I've just been enjoying the nice weather, until you woke up, so we could have breakfast.”

“You've been waiting for my lazy tush to get out of bed, to eat breakfast?” Alexa gasped, looking at him with surprise.

“I have.” Henry smirked, amused. “I don't mind. Besides, Riah called not long after I woke up, to tell me they'll be here at two, to start filming us.”

“Lovely.” She gulped, looking down at the blankets pooled around her waist, chewing on her lip for a moment. “Well, I'll get up and dress, while you order us breakfast!” She said, sliding to the edge of the bed.

“Do you want anything specific?” He asked, cocking his head at her, sensing an odd energy from her.

“Um, if they have oatmeal and whole-grain toast, definitely bananas, and a fruit smoothie, soy-milk.” She rambled off, heading into the closet for her clothing.

Henry smiled, amused at her appetite. “Will do, love.”

“Oh!” Alexa gasped, popping back out of the closet, stopping Henry on his way out of the bedroom. “No strawberries! I'm super allergic to them. Like, we'll spend our honeymoon in the hospital with anaphylactic shock.”

“Definitely no strawberries.” Henry shook his head, blue eyes big with concern.

Alexa nodded at him, then disappeared back into the closet. Henry came back a short time later, to find her sitting cross legged on the closet floor, a kit unfolded before her.

“What are you doing?” He asked, frowning down at her.

“I'm reapplying my insulin pump and glucose sensor.” She replied, frowning up at him, before recalling Henry hadn't been in the room nor awake, when she checked her levels. “I have Type One diabetes. I was diagnosed when I was eight years old, after getting sick. I'm sorry, I didn't tell you. I should have, but it's such a part of my life, wearing my pump and sensor, or pricking my finger and using my insulin pens, that sometimes I don't think to tell new people in my life I have it.” She explained to him, gulping.

“Unless it's someone that needs to know.” Alexa added, quietly.

“And your new husband isn't one of those people?” Henry asked, moving to squat in front of her, looking over everything she had laid out. “What if your sugars dropped and you got sick or something? I'd have no idea what was wrong with you. I'd have no clue how to take care of you. What dose to give you. What to tell the emergency doctors, when I rushed you to the hospital.”

The look of terrified worry on Henry's face formed a small, nauseous lump in Alexa's throat.

“Well, I can show you, if you want?” She said, smiling softly at him. “I just started this.” She told him, motioning to the equipment.

“I'd like that.” He replied, nodding and sitting down with her.

“All right.” Alexa grinned, wiggling in her spot. “So, I use this-” She held up an applicator between her fingers. “This is my Dexcom G-Six, glucose sensor and applicator, it pairs to my phone via Bluetooth.” She picked up her phone with her other hand, showing Henry the screen. “And an app I have on it. Through that, it checks my levels every five minutes. It tells me what my levels are, where they were and are heading.”

Henry nodded his head, listening intently. “All right. Where does it go?”

“It goes right here on my arm.” Alexa answered, using the corner of her phone to tap the back of her arm, before setting it down to pick up a single-use alcohol swab. “I need to clean the spot I'm going to put the sensor in, obviously.” She explained, ripping open the swab and cleaning the meaty area at the back of her arm. “While I do that, you want to do something for me?” She asked, cocking a brow at him.

“Of course, what do you need?” Henry asked, perking up.

“In that little pocket of my kit, there are over-patches—they'll help keep my sensor on my arm, they're different patterns.” She told him, with an amused smirk. “Why don't you pick one for me to put on it.”

Henry smirked back at her. “I can do that.” He nodded, pulling the five or six sealed patches out and filed through them, looking at the designs. “This one seems appropriate.” He decided, holding up a patch with cartoon-ish, blue, gray and black whales.

“Excellent choice!” Alexa agreed, picking up the applicator and pressing it to the sterilized area of her arm, hissing softly. “It's as simple as that really.” She said, setting the applicator aside, rubbing her finger around the edge of the initial adhesive. “Other than holding down on the button for a few seconds, to make sure the sensor and my phone pair.” She added, pressing down on it for a moment, then held her hand out for the over-patch, taking it from Henry and removing the clear film, to carefully seal it around the sensor.

“That one is done!” She giggled, wiggling her brows at him.

“I'm guessing you also have dietary needs.” Henry said, watching her fiddle with another device.

“I do have several things on my do not eat list, yes.” Alexa nodded, eyes on her task.

“Strawberries being one of them.”

“That's one of them, on the longer list.” She chuckled, looking up at him. “I'm generally on a low-carbs diet. A lot of sugary items and fried foods. Fruits, veggies, whole-grain, etc are great for me.” She listed off for him, watching the wheels of his brain turn through the blue of his eyes. “So, this is my insulin pump, Omnipod. It's a tubeless insulin pump that gives me three days worth of insulin, before I have to change it. My Dexcom and Omnipod talk to each other, so it knows how much insulin I need, without me having to do much of anything, besides making sure I'm eating and drinking right, and staying active.”

“That's great.” Henry nodded, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched her.

“So, this is a bit of a process.” She told him, opening a fresh Omnipod package. “I need to fill this syringe with about a hundred and thirty units of my insulin for the next three days.” She instructed him, opening the box with her Humalog insulin vial.

“You need to draw it straight out of the bottle?” He frowned, watching her use a alcohol swab and clean the top of the vial, before taking a syringe that was provided with her Omnipod out.

“Yes, unfortunately things like this aren't customizable.” Alexa answered, carefully twisting on the needle part of the syringe, drawing the plunger back, inserting the needle into the vial, then proceeding to draw the amount of insulin she needed into it. “Maybe, someday in the future.” She said, looking up at him, a small glitter of hope in her eyes. “Now that I have the insulin in the syringe, I just insert it here, into this little hole, and push it in, filling the pod for the next seventy-three hours and we wait for it to prime.”

“Where do you put this one?”

“I can put it on my arms, like my Dexcom, but on the opposite arm it's on. My thighs or my stomach. I usually prefer to have them both on the backs of my arms. But since we're on our honeymoon, I'm just going to pop it on my stomach.” She told him, tapping the screen of the Omnipod's control screen, recording where she was placing it, then stood up.

“It's easy standing.” She told Henry's expression, cleaning the spot on her stomach and securing the pod over it.

“Is that it?” Henry asked, as she sat down again, but leaning back slightly.

“No, now I need to let the Pod know it's in place, so it can insert the little tub that'll deliver my insulin.” She answered, tapping the control screen again, causing a couple soft clicks to fill the space between them, before a sharper one and her small jolt. “Now, it's done.” She smiled at him, taking an over-patch and securing it around the pump.

“That is quite the process.” He commented, shaking his head. “And you've been doing this since you were eight.”

“Mmhm.” She nodded, sighing softly. “Just second nature now. It's gotten easier over the years. Especially, with the new medications that have come out and the technology. So, who knows what science will come up with next!”

“A cure, hopefully.”

“That would be lovely.” Alexa nodded, a dreamy look on her face. “But I don't see that in my lifetime.”

“You never know.” Henry cooed, winking at her.

“True, I never thought I'd get married, and here I am.” She giggled, tucking away her equipment and zipping up her kit, before picking up the rubbish.

“What about your pens?” Henry asked, looking up at her.

“Oh, I don't need those, unless I'm not using my pump or my levels drop too low for it.” She answered, moving around him to exit the closet.

“But,” Henry climbed to his feet, following after her. “Why didn't you wear them yesterday, when we married?”

Alexa sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I didn't want them to be seen through my dress.” She confessed, biting her lip and looking at him over her shoulder. “So, I took them off and just monitored my levels though finger pricks and my pens.”

“And our flight home?”

“I was too tired to go through the process of putting them on.”

Henry sighed, cocking his head at her, a tender expression on his face. “I wish you had said something. I would have helped.”

“I know.” Alexa whispered, smiling at him. “I'm learning you're quite the attentive person, Henry Cavill.”

“I love taking care of those around me.” He replied, reaching out to touch her cheek with his index finger. “Especially my wife.”

“Mmm.” She blushed, nose wrinkling cutely.

The doorbell sounded, reminding them that breakfast had arrived for them. Henry opened the door for the room service butler, while Alexa headed out onto the veranda off the kitchen, making herself comfortable at the table there. Facing towards the glittering strip of beach and ocean, the call of seabirds as they swooped down for their own breakfasts.

“Isn't it lovely out?” Henry asked, coming out to join her.

“It really is.” She nodded, reclining in her seat and casting an eye over the trolley the butler was bringing out. “You picked quite the spread.” She commented, feeling her stomach rumble, looking over the plates of food.

Henry blushed slightly, taking a seat across from her. “Yeah, I get a bit of an appetite after jet-lag.” He admitted, nodding appreciatively at the butler, who stopped the trolley beside the table and excused himself. “That's a Mango and Banana smoothie from their menu, that I ordered for you, with your request of soy-milk.” Henry explained, motioning to the glass on the cart.

“I hope that's all right?”

“That's more than fine.” She assured him, grabbing her toast and oatmeal with a couple of banana slices in it. “They're both good for me.” She commented, picking up the cool and sweaty glass, taking a sip of the soy-milk smoothie and hummed with approval. “I don't remember the last time I had a mango, but that is delicious!” She smiled, setting the glass beside her bowl, then fixed her arctic-blue eyes on Henry.

“So, Husband, what do you want to do today?” She asked, picking up her spoon to dig into her oatmeal.

“I'm not sure.” Henry hummed, pausing in eating his fork full of his ham and cheese omelet. “We could just go about and check out the island.” He suggested, taking the bite and chewing, before sitting back for a moment. “You mentioned yesterday there's a lot of good walking trails and sites to see. Like, waterfalls.”

“Yeah.” Alexa nodded, mulling it over, nursing her smoothie. “We will have the film crew following us around, like lost puppies as well.” She reminded him, biting the corner of her lip. “Give us the moment to get used to them practically stalking us.”

Henry heaved a sigh, picking up the coffee pot and poured himself a fresh cup. “That's also true.” He replied, dumping a single sugar into it. “I'm used to a camera only following me around in a studio or a specific location. Not all day, every day. For every moment of my life.”

“For any entire year of our life.” She added, cocking a brow at him.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, sipping his steaming coffee. “Let's find a trail.” He said, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up Google.

Alexa slid her chair over closer to Henry and cocked her head over his shoulder to see his screen, watching him scroll through, best hiking trails in Tamarindo. “Oh, that one has a waterfall and a hot spring we could swim in.” She commented, pointing one of them out. “Be a good place to relax for a short bit, before we head back.” She suggested, looking up at Henry.

“I mean, I have to make sure my husband's old bones can make it back.” She teased, an impish smirk curling up the corners of her mouth as her blue eyes sparkled.

Looking at her, Henry pressed his lips together, his eyes both roguish and cool. “Ha-ha.” He replied, carefully knocking her with his shoulder, but grinned as Alexa giggled at him, resting her chin on his shoulder and hugging her arms around his torso.

Henry stared into her eyes, feeling his throat tighten with her body pressed against his, her smiling face close to his. Licking his lips, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, cutting off her giggle with soft and surprised gasp. Alexa's eyes flared, staring into Henry's, that were still open and looking at her, measuring her reaction to him kissing her. But she had done the same thing as she did on the altar the day before. Alexa returned his kiss, her hand twisting up the fabric at the back of his tank top and tugging him closer to her; her eyes fluttering shut.

Sighing softly, Henry's hand lifted to grip the back of Alexa's neck, pulling her against his body and holding her there as they deepened the kiss, lips moving slow and gentle. But it didn't last, as Henry got a creeping feeling of being watched and cracked an eye open, finding Riah stepping out onto the veranda with them, a broad grin on her face.

“The doorbell broken?” He asked, moving away from Alexa, feeling a protective bubble form in the pit of his stomach, resting a hand on her back, seeing Alexa's face flush bright red, hiding away from them, until she got control of herself.

“No.” Riah answered, unperturbed. “I used it. I just guess the two of you were too distracted to hear it, so I let myself in.” She explained, holding up a spare key to their villa. “Nice to see the two of you are getting comfortable with one another.”

“You can say that.” Alexa rasped, turning back towards the conversation, licking her lips. “So,” She looked down at her watch, then cocked her brow at the other woman. “You're early.”

“Yeah, we figured we'd come over and start setting up. Go over a few things.” Riah told her, unbothered as the cameraman from yesterday appeared from behind her. “This is Jesse, he'll be the cameraman following you around for a majority of your year together, unless something should come up.” She explained to Alexa and Henry, motioning to Jesse, who gave them a small wave and nod. “A large portion of the time, it'll just be Jesse filming you. Wherever you go, he'll be with you. Until you get home, that is.”

“Then, we get privacy, I hope.” Alexa commented, under her breath, picking up her smoothie to finish off what was left.

“Not completely.” Riah retorted, arching a brow at her. “We'll have at least one camera in all the rooms, but the bathroom, for obvious reasons. They'll roll until a certain point, then will be shut off and the footage will be edited for your privacy and the show's content.”

Henry glanced over at Alexa, hearing her quiet groan. “I suppose, it's what we signed up for.” He said, trying to sound confident.

“It's exactly what you both signed up for.” Riah reminded them, looking between him and Alexa. “So, what are the two of you doing today?” She asked, folding her arms. “Other than sucking face.” She added with a quip.

“We decided,” Henry replied, clearing his throat. “to go on a hike. There's a nice trail with a waterfall and hot spring we want to check out and enjoy.”

“Marvelous.” Riah grinned, excited to film the two of them on an outing. “Jesse will get set up and the two of you can just go about as if he's not even here.”

“Right.” Alexa nodded, staring into the bottom of her glass, before looking up at Henry, finding him gazing at her.

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Kvasir messes me up so so so fucking much you guys. Like I understand the vikings had a different approach to death and yada yada so forth whatever arguments you wanna make they're reasonable but still it. I just.

You mean this beloved man, known for his wisdom and poem and song, and who went around helping people with his wisdom and poem and song and was dearly beloved by the gods just. You guys he was straight up murdered and his blood stolen for magic fucking mead. There's no revenge for his murder or anything it's just that Odin saved his mead.

"Folk declares that every skald (poet) has a drop of Kvasir's blood in him. ... because a world without it's poets would be too dreadful a place to image."

Messed up or not, he lives on in poets, storytellers, and songwriters alike- all those with the understanding of the power of word, the wisdom to yield it.

In The Bifrost Incident it's still the same. His blood pumping and fueling the machine, running through arcane glyphs. He's always just been used for his blood, and even more irony drawn from it likely being Odin gaining the most use from his blood.

And yet, no matter how miniscule it may seem, Kvasir still lives on in his universe there too, in poets and songwriters and storytellers- somehow, The Mechanisms carry a piece of him in their travels ever since his death and Yddrasil's fall, just as you and I may have his blood in our veins.

[tboybreedingden]

I just let my ex breed me.

(op is a man. He/they/it pronouns only. Don't share to "men DNI" or d3trans/misg3ndering blogs)

He's a Viking looking bear with the personality of a good Jewish boy, and he already gave me one baby, so I figured I'd let him try to put another in me this month.

When he was hanging out after our kid's bedtime, I mentioned that I wanted to have another baby. He got really excited about the idea of getting back together and having another kid, so I didn't mention that I'm trying with a bunch of other people, too.

He had me put in an inflatable butt plug and made me worship his cock and balls while he pumped up the plug. Every time I gagged, he called me a good boy and increased the siz, and kept fingering my boycunt to see how much more I could take.

When I went to catch my breath, he grabbed me by my chest and pulled my right nipple to his mouth, tightly gripping the other side of my chest. He made me grind my wet boycunt and tdick against his thigh as I jacked him off, making eye contact the whole time. Those damn blue eyes...

He eventually threw me onto my back on the bed and inflated the plug until it hurt, and started sucking my tdick hard. I grabbed his hair and moaned in pleasure, feeling his teeth gently bite at the head of my cock as he licked the tip. I came hard, screaming and clawing at the bed until he came up and kissed me with his lips covered in my cum.

He put his hand on my throat and asked me if I really wanted him to get me pregnant, and I begged him to please put another baby in me. I told him that I need to get pregnant again, that being a dad is more important than anything to me.

He told me that he'd love to see me big and round again like I was during my last pregnancy and pressed my knees to my chest before sliding into my cunt. He tried holding back at first, giving shallow controlled thrusts until I started begging him to get me pregnant. It was like a switch and suddenly he couldn't help himself and pounded deep and hard into me while he squeezed my neck.

He pressed his entire body against me as he released a huge load of cum inside me, triggering my body to tighten and cum around his cock. He called me a good breeding faggot and demanded I take all his seed. I almost blacked out from how hard I came and the choking, but he switched hands and laid against me, more hugging me than choking me.

He told me that he loves me and he loves seeing what my body can do, and I just thanked him and admitted that he still makes me cum in ways nobody else does. We just snuggled while I kept his cock warm and let his seed soak into my womb while he talked about how good I am and how much he misses fucking me.

When he pulled out, I propped my legs up against the wall and he went to make me a sandwich. We had a snack before he left, talking about life and mundane stuff, before he went home.

I'm not letting him move back in, but if he gets me pregnant again, I won't be mad.

[cancerian-woman]

If you'd been at the writing helm, what kind of non vampire bonding activities would you have had Klaus and Marcel participate in?

Marcel and Elijah?

Marcel and Kol?

this is fun! I love fun questions!

Klaus/Marcel: Painting/sculpting. Klaus interest in Marcel peaked from seeing Marcel fight back. Show us Klaus teaching Marcel how to protect himself. Hunting or camping trips. I would’ve included a scene of Marcel singing with Klaus. Going off canon Marcel tells Hope to close her eyes and sing during s4 which is something we learn Klaus told/taught him. Let us see Klaus singing with his son.

Elijah/Marcel: Teaching Marcel Viking culture because Mikael hated Klaus I think Elijah would have the better hands on experience here. Ex: Marcel learning how to read and write through Old Norse. Let us see Elijah teaching Marcel how to box. I would’ve loved to see more of Elijah teaching Marcel instruments.

Kol/Marcel: Ever since Kol beat Damon ass with the bat. I’ve had this headcanon that Kol loves sports. Baseball, track & field, soccer etc. anything that really keeps his…undead blood pumping. Instead of Kol trying to traumatize him perhaps they do pranks around the house with magical potions since Kol can’t do magic!

Thank you for the ask! 💜💜