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MASTERLIST - Vikings Content

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

This masterlist will have content related to:

The series Vikings and its characters.

Series and side works made by Vikings Cast

Original characters in the series' universe - on demand

⁑ Anything with more than 2 chapters.

WIPs:

No WIP at the moment.

Finished:

Universe | Crossover Kriger x A Bond Between People

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

Universe | Vikings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WIPs:

No WIP at the moment.

Finished:

Universe | Cast 

Marco Ilsø

Universe | Vikings

» Ragnarssons Team

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Sigurd Ragnarsson

Ivar Ragnarsson

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» Viking Team

Ragnar Lothbrok

Harald Finehair

Other Vikings

» Saxon Team

Alfred, the Great

Other Saxons

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The Deal pt 2

King Alfred x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1950 words

Warnings:none

Summary: Reader agrees to meet with the King of Wessex, under the condition that if she doesn’t like him, Bjorn will take her back home to Kattegat? But what will King Ivar think of that?

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The evening itself wasn’t meant to be a punishment, though as Lagertha finished lacing the back of this stupid dress, you felt as though you may die. 

Never in your life had you worn a garment so constricting and infuriating. 

It was torture. 

You were a warrior, a fighter that needed as much range of motion as possible and yet, here you were in a corset with a skirt down to the floor. It just wasn’t practical for the life that you led. 

However, you assumed that good christian woman rarely engaged in battle the way that you did, so they didn’t need to be able to actually move. 

For whatever reason. 

“This is all idiotic” you bellowed, huffing as she finished tying the strings. Lagertha laughed, taking in your words with as much grace as she could, though the idea of what you were going through made her physically ill. 

Never in her life could she imagine a daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, married off to some puny king in england. It was insulting to his image. 

For a moment, she considered Gyda, her darling daughter who had been taken from her way before her time. 

She would have never allowed her to be married off to some christian, far away from her home and her family. 

Still, it wasn’t her call to make. Ubbe had made a deal in order to get what he wanted, and nothing was going to change that...not even as much begging as you’d been doing since you found out. 

“I agree, but you know your brother, he can be so stubborn” she teased, earning a laugh from you. It was likely one of the last times she would hear it, but she enjoyed it all the same. 

The two of you’d had an interesting relationship since the death of your mother. For a while, you shared in Ivar’s opinion of wanting to kill her to get revenge for your mother’s murder but the more time you spent together, the more you understood. 

If you were in the position Lagertha was, you would have done the same thing. 

You had come to terms with it, but this was something else entirely. 

You were talking about giving up your freedom, your identity, and your life. 

For the first time in a long time, you wanted Ivar to be here so that he could talk some sense into them, or fight for you. There was no way he would ever make a deal like this with the saxon’s. 

Especially not one that forced you to give up the gods. 

“Unfortunately, he’s a lot like Ragnar in that way” you agreed, thinking about your father as you looked in the mirror, admiring the features you shared with him, as well as the ones you got from your mother. 

You could see his face, shining in your eyes, and that was all you needed to give you the strength to get through this. 

If all went well tonight, you’d be on a ship with Bjorn, headed back to Kattegat with all this at your back. 

You just had to survive tonight. 

~ 

Your footsteps made funny sounds as you walked down the corridor toward the dining hall. The shoes you had on were far too tight on your feet and made your toes feel odd, not to mention the fact that you hardly knew how to walk in them. 

Your dress about got caught under your feet with each unsure step, and you had already tripped against Bjorn three times as he led you toward where the king was waiting. 

He had graciously agreed to escort you, so that you didn’t actually die on your way there. 

Heels just weren’t something your people ever had the misfortune of wearing and right now, you would kill for your boots. 

“Just breath, smile, and be nice” he whispered, opening the door for you. 

You turned to reply but found him stopped at the door...leaving you to walk the rest of the way on your own. 

The idea frightened you, but you weren’t going to let the saxon king know that. Instead, you picked your head up and walked forward with as much grace as you could muster, which wasn’t much at all. 

In fact, you made it about a foot before your dress got caught under your foot and you fell to the ground in a mess of limbs and fabric.

Everyone in the room was unsure of what to do for a moment as you tried to gather yourself. There wasn’t really protocal for something like this, and Alfred, for one was lost. 

It wasn’t until his mother urged him to help you that he stepped down from the throne and offered you a hand. 

“Are you okay, M’lady?” he asked, shocked further still when you ignored him, your attention focused on your feet. 

Without missing a beat, you plucked the offensive article from your foot and tossed it across the room, followed by the other one. The action left you barefoot, and allowed for you to stand on your own. 

“I’m not a lady, call me Y/N, or nothing” you ordered, standing without hesitance and taking the hand he offered you. You shook it once, then dropped it to his side. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Bjorn was laughing behind you. 

Everyone was understandably shocked by your behavior, but said nothing. 

“Alright Y/N, thank you for joining me. Are you alright? That was quite the fall” He commented, trying to check on you, though you found insult in his word. 

You had lived through much worse than a little fall. This king really must have been even weaker than you thought. He was pathetic. 

“That was nothing, and I wouldn’t have done it, had it not been for those horrible things they put on my feet” You grumbled, taking in the faces of all the people around you. 

Their jaws were practically hanging open as they studied you. They thought you were closer to a wild animal than a human, you bet. You could see it on all their stupid, smug faces. 

They thought they were so much better than you and your people. How were you supposed to rule them if they wouldn’t even look at you without sneering. 

What kind of King would want a savage bride anyway? They must have thought he was out of his mind. 

“I do apologize for that, it’s tradition is all” he reasoned, as if that was supposed to somehow make it better. If you were following your traditions in courting a potential husband, there would have been a feast and a sacrifice…

Yet, there was no goat to be found? 

Why did you have to follow their silly traditions if they had no care for yours? It didn’t make any sense to you. 

“I understand, but I will not ever wear them again” you shrugged, as if it was as simple as breathing. Alfred knew one thing, you weren’t accustomed to being told what to do. 

Which was going to make this whole thing a lot more difficult for him. 

“And what if I could promise that you do not have to? Would you agree to have a meal with me then?” he asked, understanding that he was going to have to take a unique approach to this whole thing. 

Alfred already had enough trouble as it was talking to women, led alone women who didn’t understand half of what he was saying, and already didn’t like him. 

At least in Wessex he was the king, so there were certain elements of respect that had to be given to him at all times. But he wasn’t your king, and you didn’t revear him as such, so that respect wasn’t there. 

“I would agree, but only if there’s ale” you countered, a slight smile perking up around the corners of your mouth. 

It wasn’t much, but it was a start and Alfred could work with that. After all, this whole thing was just as new for him as it was for you and it would take some getting used to for both of you. 

~ 

You recognized a lot of the food at the table where you sat, and didn’t hesitate to fill a goblet full of wine as you waited for Alfred to talk to you about whatever it was he wanted to. 

That was the main difference between him and the viking. Viking men didn’t feel the need to fill the empty space ever time it presented itself. Instead, they allowed comfortable silence. 

Silence seemed to make the boy king anxious, as if it meant something bad was about to happen. He couldn’t just enjoy the peace that came with long radiating silence. 

He constantly insisted on talking. 

“So, how are you finding wessex so far?” he wondered, cutting a bit of veal on his plate, his attention focused there, though he occasionally looked up at you as he waited for you to answer. 

You weren’t a hundred percent sure how to answer his question, mostly because it was a stupid question. Wessex was nothing like what you were comfortable with, or where you were raised. 

The people were cold toward you and treated you like an outsider, and even still, you couldn’t leave. 

“I do not like it” you answered finally, just as blunt as the first time you spoke. 

It was amazing to him that you didn’t even hesitate when saying something like that. You acted as if it was always better to say what you were thinking, rather than what the socially acceptable answer was. 

In some ways, he envied that about you. 

“No? And why is that?” he wondered, his meal long forgotten as he focused more and more as the words that fell from your lips. 

Again, a stupid question on his part. 

“It is not my home. Just as if I was to take you across the sea to Kattegat. You would not like it because it is not your home” you reasoned, getting bored of talking about yourself. 

You found that men were most happy when they could talk about themselves and their accomplishment. If there was anything you wanted to get out of this conversation sooner, it would be for the king to be happy. 

Though...making him unhappy could result in him taking back his foolish deal with your brother, which would make you happy. 

If you could make him not want to marry you, the problem would solve itself. 

“Your people think you’re stupid, have you noticed that?” you asked, out of the blue. Your question shocked him, but all Alfred could do was nod. You had a point.

For quite some time, his people had seen him as nothing more than a boy, incapable of ruling over a body of people such as themselves. They thought he was a fool, an imbecile, and even you’d noticed. 

“Don’t feel bad, you’re only a boy...it isn’t their fault that you aren’t stronger, smarter or more intimidating” you continued, the insults springing from your tongue without issue. 

You weren’t worried about any sort of punishment or repercussion. As far as you were concerned, being forced to marry the man in front of you was the worst thing that could happen. 

“You’re right, All the things you’re saying about me are true” he started, momentarily shocking you before he continued. Of all the ways to react, this certainly was a choice. 

“That is why I need a strong, capable queen like yourself” he grinned...this was going to be a lot harder than you thought. 

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Padawan JieJie, formerly known as "l-l-c-m-w-b" or "nota-woman-ima-god", REPOSTED THIS FROM HERE bcs the links didn't work anymore

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STAR WARS:

Attachment - Y/N and Anakin, young padawans, are supposed to be looking after Senator Amidala on Naboo but they seem to be interested more in other things…

Long Time No See - Requested, Vader x reader

Tonight - You are Anakin’s wife and you and your husband are enjoying a moment of peace but Obi-Wan ruins it and it goes on with Padmé the other day…

Lovely - You and Anakin have been dating for a while and you two have a conversation about how Ahsoka sort of became your adoptive daughter…

💜 My Choice Series COMPLETED - You are Anakin’s twin sister and Mace Windu’s apprentice with a forbidden kind of interest in Master Kenobi that does not go well…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

💜 Almost -  Let’s just pretend that Reylo isn’t happening and here you are getting lectures from Kylo only to fall in love with him and the ending takes place after The Rise of Skywalker where the bad shit magically handled itself and our fav depressed boy is coming back home…

Just Yours -  Set between TLJ and TRoS where Supreme leader Kylo Ren decided to take you as his apprentice and you always seem to somehow injure yourself on missions and Kylo is not found of it…

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THE MARAUDERS:

Let It Go series (unfinished and it shall stay that way):

1. Just let it be | 2. So come on | 3. Why don’t you be you?

Relationships Are Difficult (2 parter COMPLETED)- Requested: young Sirius Black x reader

PART I. | PART II.

Runaway -  Y/N is James’ twin sister and she was the first one who saw Sirius after he left home…

Lover - Loosely based on a song by Taylor Swift

Chocolate -  You’re nervous about the OWL’s and Remus gave you some of his chocolate…

How long will this last? - Requested: Remus Lupin x plus!size!reader

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MARVEL:

Y/N Strange -  Loki have met you while he was attacking the NY and weren’t able to kill you, so he basically kidnapped you and the two of you fell in love, but then he was stopped and now he’s found you again, but what he doesn’t know is that you are actually a niece of Dr. Strange…

What happened? - You thought Loki died, but he didn’t...

PART 1 | PART 2

From Now 'Til Forever -  Requested: Loki x Enchantress!Reader

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BUCKY:

You saved me -  Steve’s gone to save the other Avengers and you stayed in Wakanda with Bucky so he wouldn’t be there alone…

Sunset - Just a fluffy little thingy with warm Bucky…

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DEVIL MAY CRY:

V:

V’s Affection -  You and Nero have to kick some demon ass while V’s doing what he’s doing…

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VIKINGS:

ALFRED:

Morning -  Waking up in the arms of your beloved one…

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BILLY RUSSO:

Different -Billy has never loved a girl the way he has fallen for the reader. But he has made a lot of chaos and he doesn’t want her to get hurt…

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i got lazy towards the end and so you don't get the "fancy font names" but i mean... the ones that didn't i don't really care for anyway so eh 🤷‍♀️

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The Deal

King Alfred x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1896 words

Warnings:none

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Ragnar. She goes to Wessex with Lagartha, Ubbe, Bjorn, and Torvi. Heahmund makes a deal with the the King to give them the lands they so desire...

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When you first arrived at Wessex, you were looked upon as a savage and a murderer. 

As far as any of the Christians were concerned, you were nothing more than an animal. Because of that idea, you were half tempted to prove them right, though you knew it wouldn't do any good. 

If you stood any chance at being accepted in this place, you had to be on your best behavior. 

It was bad enough that you were a viking in England...the last thing any of you needed was a murderous viking. 

They already thought badly of you, so you needed to prove them wrong. It was imperative that you found a way to make this treaty work, or your entire family would be in danger. 

You were the only living daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, and that meant nothing here. However, where you'd come from, you were untouchable. You were looked upon as a princess and that attitude followed you everywhere you went. 

You held your head high as you strolled from the cage you'd been wheeled in on into the large building that waited for you. It was a palace, sure, but meant nothing to you. No amount of gold or shining things could change your mind about this place...

It was stuffy and tense. 

You hated every single thing about it. 

Except for one crucial detail... 

The young King Alfred. 

He was an interesting character, who his people didn't take seriously. They looked at him as a child, and as you looked at him, you weren't surprised. 

The man was by no means imposing, and you had no idea how he'd come into the throne in the first place. Not to mention that he was tiny, how was he meant to lead them? 

"This is your King?" you asked, addressing Heahmund instead of the boy King. You weren't even going to speaking to him, for the understanding that he didn't speak your tongue. 

The man only nodded, waiting for you to ask further questions, though no questions came. 

You knew what it meant to be in the presence of a King, but as far as you were concerned, this small boy was nothing more than a joke. 

Still, there was something about him that intrigued you. Something about him that was odd, and different from anything else you'd ever experienced. He was trained, like a wolf kept on a leash. 

It was strange. 

"Does he understand me?" you wondered, clarifying before you said something that was going to get you into trouble. 

The time he shook his head. It was clear to you then that you could say whatever you pleased, as long as you did so in your native tongue. 

And that made you happy. You had a million things on your mind that you had to get out about the strange man across from you. "He’s too frail and weak, I could snap him in half” you teased, earning a laugh from Bjorn behind you. 

It was funny and he couldn’t blame you. In truth, he’d thought the same thing as soon as he saw the small man. 

He was puny at best, but that didn’t change the fact that he currently held your fate in the palm of his hands. 

Something was going to have to be done in order to secure your place here.

“That may be true, but he is the King” Ubbe spoke up, urging you to hold your tongue. King Alfred may not speak your language, but Heahmund did, and you couldn’t be sure that you could trust him quite yet. 

The only people that you knew you could trust were your own. You were the enemy in a hostile land, and you weren’t going to put too much trust in the Christians. 

That could only end badly in your experience. King Aelle had proven that quite well when he was alive. 

“Not my King” you shot back, shutting your mouth after getting it out of your system. There was nothing you could say or do that would change the fact that you were now in Wessex. 

You just had to do as you were told for the time being...as much as you hated it. 

~ 

You all had been sitting around in the dungeon area for what seemed like hours until Heahmund and the tiny King could come to a decision about what to do with all of you and you had really had enough of it. 

There was no reason to keep you all locked up like animals. If you wanted to kill someone, you would have done it when you walked in the door. 

However as much as you hated the dungeon, as soon as they let you out, you were in for a surprise that was going to make this whole thing so much worse. 

Heahmund had made a deal to get your brother’s the land that they were owed by King Ecbert. 

All you had to do was be wed to the King. 

It would create a connection between the viking and the people of Wessex, not to mention the possibility of you giving Alfred an heir. 

It wasn’t ideal by any means for you but if it would help ensure a bond between your kind and the christians, Heahmund thought that it would be worth it. Besides, it wasn’t right for a woman of your age to be unmarried.

Something had to be done to mend the hole that had been torn between your two groups. As far as you could tell, this was how he was going to make good with them after commiting murder, of all things. 

You could hardly believe it when they told you...

“You are just going to marry me off to him, like a thrall?” You barked, hardly believing what they were telling you. You could hardly breathe, and your blood was boiling. 

Never in your life had you been so full of rage. Who did they think they were?

 You were the only surviving daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, and that meant something. In the eyes of the Gods, you were special, you weren’t to be traded like cattle to a man who couldn’t even defend his people. 

It wasn’t right and if your father could see it, you would hate to see how he would react. 

Ubbe had been expecting this, but the vision in his mind had nothing on the way you were really taking it. You were beyond angry with them, in a way that he’d never seen in his life. 

“This is just what has to be done to ensure that we receive the lands that we are owed sister, nothing more than that,” he assured, earning a look of disgust and rage from you. 

If he hadn’t known better, he would have feared what you would do to him. 

You didn’t care about the lands around you. If you had your way, you would have returned to Kattegat with Ivar half way through the journey. If Ubbe was going to go through with this, he wasn’t the leader you wanted. 

He wasn’t the King that you wanted to follow. 

“I want to go home, take me back to Kattegat” you ordered, your arms folded across your chest like an angry child. It was quite the sight, and Ubbe had to actually stifle the urge to laugh at you. 

You had always been so terribly dramatic, a trait that you received from your father, undoubtedly. 

“I can’t do that Y/N, you know that” he started, prompting you to turn toward the door without a second thought. If Ubbe couldn’t help you, perhaps Bjorn could. 

He had always been the most rational and protective over you, out of all your brothers. There was no way he was going to let something like this stand, especially not if you could convince him in the right way. 

“Bjorn, you will never believe the deal that Ubbe has made with the christian king” you started, your mind swimming with the events of the past few minutes. 

You couldn’t live here, among these christians another minute, led alone be their queen. You simply couldn’t do it. 

Why had Odin forsaken you so? After everything you’d done in his honor throughout your life, he wasn’t going to leave to the wolves now, would he? 

That would be the cruelest fate of all. 

“I heard” he bellowed, keeping his back turned to you as you entered his room. He had been drinking weak christian wine since he heard of what was to happen, anticipating your visit. 

As much as he hated it, there was little he could do to stop the arrangement that had already been made. 

You would have to marry eventually, and while the oldest of your father’s son’s had always seen you married to a jarl, it would seem that wasn’t going to be the case anymore. 

Instead, you would remain in Wessex on the arm of the boy king, as the queen of his kingdom and the overseer of the community of viking they would set up in westumbria. 

Someone had to do it, and this was the sacrifice you would have to make. 

“I won’t do it Bjorn! I’ll sooner slit his small throat in his sleep” you barked, not believing that he wasn’t going to do anything to help you. Bjorn was your only hope, and even he had turned his back on you. 

That got a rise out of the man. Viking or not, you couldn’t threaten to murder a king around here and get away with it. 

“Shut up! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he yelled, turning around finally, his large hand falling over your mouth without a shred of hesitation. 

It was one thing to leave you under the protection of the king, but he wasn’t going to leave you here in a cell. 

The action shocked you, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. 

Bjorn was a large man with a large reputation, but he had another thing coming if he thought you weren’t going down without a fight. 

“Anything is better than being married to him” you replied, that sassy smirk finding its way to your face. Either you didn’t understand the consiquences, or you didn’t care...either way, Bjorn shuddered to think of how you would react. 

He was going to have to do something to get you to cooperate, or the deal would never go through. 

“I’ll tell you what, go meet with the King, and if you don’t like him, I’ll take you back to Kattegat” he offered, knowing that he shouldn’t. He was only getting your hopes up for something he couldn’t provide but he had to do something. 

He wouldn’t have you getting yourself killed. 

You nodded, shocked at his sudden change of heart. Sure, you’d have to sit through a stupid evening all dressed up like a christian woman, listening to the boy king talk but if it would get you home, you’d sit through a hundred evenings. 

You were so blinded by your happiness and relief that you didn’t stop to think about what would happen if Bjorn actually tried to take you back to Kattegat with Ivar ruling as king. 

It didn’t matter. 

All that mattered to you right now was getting tonight over with, so that you could finally go home.