#vikins valhalla

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In celebration of @vikingsevents ‘ Winter Solstice event, I’m finally getting around to posting for what has come to be my biggest fandom of the year!!! I’ve been obsessed with Vikings: Valhalla all year, and have been writing a ton for it—I just haven’t posted anything to Tumblr until now 😅 I’ll be posting a few chapters of the (extremely long) fic I’ve been working on this year, but you can find the full story on AO3 at any time, if you want to know who Brigid and Sveinn are, and how our characters got to this point. This chapter is for the prompt Snow—I know it kind of also meets body heat , buuut I have something else in mind for the 23rd, so stay tuned for that! As always, please let me know what you think of this chapter, and if you wind up checking it out on AO3, feel free to leave a review there and let me know what you think and how you found it!!!

Summary: After the attack on Kattegat, Leif and Harald find themselves on the run—along with their friend Brigid, and baby Sveinn—and spend some time camped out in the mountains while Harald begins to heal from his wounds. As winter snows loom on the horizons, they finally start the next leg of their journey: heading to meet Freydis in Uppsala.

Word count: 3,718

Disclaimer: I do not own Vikings Valhalla, or anything you may recognize from it, but I do own my OCs and this story itself! Also posted to Archive of our Own under the username ChocolatteKitty-Kat.

The morning after Harald woke up, Leif was once again woken by Svein stirring between himself and Harald. In an attempt to make sure Harald wouldn’t fall ill again, they had slept in the same arrangement as the previous nights—Brigid on Harald’s right, Leif on his left, with Sveinn between the two men. Leif picked Sveinn up, careful not to wake the others, and slipped out of the cave, taking the horses with them. They were running out of grass and shrubs to graze on; they’d have to start taking them further from the cave soon. He was walking back with an armful of firewood when the snow began to fall. He stopped and frowned up at the dark grey sky, then looked down at the baby. “Looks like we don’t have much time left, little one,” he sighed, adjusting Sveinn on his hip. The baby whined in response, waving tiny arms and chubby fists and grabbing for Leif’s beard. “I know. You don’t care about snow. Let’s get you breakfast.”

By the time Brigid woke up and joined Leif and Sveinn in the mouth of the cave, there was a dusting of snow on the ground. By the time Harald woke, the earth itself was no longer visible. Leif took two of the blankets to cover the horses with when he went to check his traps. When he returned to the cave, Harald and Sveinn were both asleep again, and Brigid was placing fresh wood on the fire. While he had been gone, she had made a small pile of firewood at the back of the cave. “I don’t want to run out of dry wood,” she shrugged. “We need the warmth from the fire.”

Leif nodded and sat down to skin the rabbits he had snared. He was still working when Harald woke and joined them at the front of the cave, still wrapped in an extra blanket. The prince scowled at the snow, falling heavier now than it had that morning. “We need to leave. This will block the passes, and we don’t have time to go around the mountains.”

Leif shook his head. “No. Not today. You’re still not strong enough.”

“We can at least get started,” Harald argued. “We can’t just sit here waiting around. We need to get to Uppsala, and meet Freydis.”

“I want to find her, too, but if we leave now, it will only be worse for you in the long run,” Leif insisted. “It would be far worse to leave early and have you get sick again, without somewhere safe and sheltered to hole up against bad weather and the cold.”

Harald’s scowl deepened, but he stopped arguing. As Leif skinned and gutted the rabbits he had caught, he passed pieces of meat to Brigid, who stuck them on skewers around the fire to cook. The last of the vegetables she had found were roasting in the coals at the edge of the flame, and she used a stick to keep them rolling and turning so they wouldn’t burn.

“We’ll spend another two days collecting food and preparing for the journey,” said Leif. “The hunting is good enough here, and it’s cold enough now to keep the meat from spoiling. Harald, you keep an eye on Sveinn; I’ll go hunting and fishing, and, Brigid, you can keep foraging.”

“I’ll have to go out further into the forest,” said Brigid. “Out of earshot. I’ve dug up everything edible around here.”

“I’ll stay as close as I can, in case anything happens,” said Leif. “Being so close to the stream helps; what few animals are around frequent it.”

Harald seemed decidedly unhappy about being left behind with the baby, but didn’t argue. He knew he would be no help anywhere else, and that, as Leif kept reminding him, pushing himself would only be worse in the long run. So, for the next two days, they settled into a routine. After breaking fast in the morning, Leif and Brigid would melt away into the forest, leaving Harald and Sveinn alone with the horses. By midday, they would be back with whatever they had managed to catch and gather, and after lunch they’d be gone again. Harald would skin and gut Leif’s findings, roasting meat and roots in and over the fire, and making broth with bones and vegetable skins for Sveinn. He cleaned the pelts thoroughly and laid them out to dry on the floor of the cave, stretched and pinned in place with rocks that they gathered; they didn’t have the time or materials to properly tan the hides, but the cold would help preserve them so they could make use of the pelts, even if only temporarily. Leif used the guts and inedible meat to bait his traps, hoping for larger animals like foxes, and spread the rest as far from the cave as he dared go to keep bears and wolves away.

At night, they continued to sleep in their little huddle. Leif came up with the idea to place rocks heated in the fire under the blankets by their feet and along his and Brigid’s backs for a little extra warmth, as they had to give up two of the blankets for the horses as the temperature dropped even further during the long nights. They wrapped Sveinn in the shawl to sleep in order to keep him warm enough through the night. Harald fashioned some crude needles from small bones, and the three of them used scraps from their old bloodied clothes, the bandages Brigid had managed to scrub at least mostly clean of blood in the stream, and threads unravelled from the edges of these fabrics to fashion a rough shirt for Leif to wear as an extra layer. It didn’t provide much warmth, with seams that gaped between the patchwork pieces, and made of thin cloth as it was, but at least it was something.

The third morning dawned grim and grey, but Sveinn woke them all with his crying. Harald built a final fire in the mouth of the cave to heat up the skin of broth for the baby while Leif and Brigid saddled the horses. They fastened the bags of provisions to Leif’s saddle and rolled up the dry firewood into two of the blankets to strap behind the saddles. The skins Harald had cleaned were laid over the bundles, fur-side up, to help keep them dry. Once they had eaten—a poor breakfast of cold meat and mashed vegetables, chased down with the last of the lukewarm broth so that they could wash and fill the waterskin—they mounted the horses. Brigid sat behind Harald now, letting him guide the horse, but with her arms firmly around his waist just above his wound in order to keep him from losing his balance, a blanket around each of their shoulders, while Leif took the smaller horse, Sveinn fastened to his chest with a harness made from the last scraps of stained cloth, and the final pair of blankets wrapped around them both.

They set off, leaving the cave behind, as the sun began to climb the sky above the clouds. The snow had died off slightly, now only flurrying, but had left enough of a coating to dampen the sounds of the world around them. All that was left to hear was the sound of the horses’ hooves crunching the crisp snow, and their own breath as it left their lungs in clouds of frost. They followed the river for a while, even its soft whispering as it flowed over rocks and other detritus dampened by the snow. It wound up the side of the mountain, but they soon had to abandon its path, not wanting to climb too high.They crossed at a naturally wide and shallow section of water, and then set off due east, planning to use the pass that Kelda had recommended, praying that the snow hadn’t blocked it just yet.

For the first few days, they stopped frequently—every two hours or so—to allow Harald to rest. During these stops, they would forage for more roots. At night, they sheltered at the base of cliffs or under trees, where the snow hadn’t covered the ground as deeply so that it was easier to clear. They used the dry firewood from the cave first, but that went quickly. After that, they gathered what wood they could at night and let it dry near the fire, then bundled it up in the morning for use the next night. Harald tended to fall asleep first, Sveinn nestled in his arm, while Brigid and Leif stayed up later to roast whatever roots they’d been able to gather during the day and mash them to eat later. Leif set snares overnight, often waking to find a rabbit or squirrel caught in them, but they weren’t able to replenish their provisions as quickly as they were eating them.

Harald was strong enough to ride through most of the day by the time they crossed the mountains, and no longer needed Brigid’s help to stay on the horse, so he and Leif switched mounts. Leif found himself grateful for the warmth of another body against his as the days grew nearly as cold as the nights, the snow falling more heavily now. Still, he spent most of the time shivering, and developed a cough that he couldn’t shake. Brigid made tea with the last of Kelda’s herbs, and forced him to sip it throughout the day, even when it had cooled. It helped a little, but Harald made him take the place in the center of their sleeping huddle to make sure he stayed warm at night. Now, they slept with Brigid pressed against Leif’s side, his arm around her back and hers across his stomach, and she would spread her heavy skirts over as much of him as she could. Sveinn would be nestled between Harald and Leif, tucked in the crook of Harald’s arm. The only time they unwrapped the baby from Brigid’s shawl was when he needed to be changed, and they did their best to do that next to a fire whenever possible.

It was over a week before the snow finally stopped, and the weather warmed up ever so slightly. The sun came out again, warming them during their long rides and melting at least some of the snow. This, unfortunately, came to be a problem, as it created dangerous slews of mud under the remaining snow that caused the horses to slip and slide. The only solution they could find was for Harald to ride the destrier, as it was stronger than the gelding, with Sveinn, and for Leif and Brigid to lead the horses, moving slowly to try and find the safest path through the slippery mud. They did their fair share of falling, and wound up covered in mud, soaked from the melted snow, and thoroughly bruised from the falls—not to mention horribly cranky. Overnight, the melted snow would refreeze, turning into even more deadly patches of ice, often invisible under the snow. Brigid slipped on one of these and nearly took the horse down with her when she fell, cracking her head on the frozen ground and slicing her cheek open on a rock.

That night, after Harald and Sveinn were asleep, Leif and Brigid sat by the fire, arms around each other and wrapped in a blanket. Brigid’s cheek stung where it had been cut; Leif had done his best to clean it with a scrap of wet cloth wrapped around snow, but that had mostly just hurt and left the wound raw and aching in the cold. She felt a single tear escape and swiped it away before Leif could see it. Almost as if he knew anyways, he tightened his grip on her, squeezing her even closer to him, and kissed the top of her head before resting his chin on it.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked abruptly.

Brigid snorted. “Hardly.” She remembered the last time Leif had asked that question, and a small smile played across her lips, a flash of warmth blooming in her stomach and chest at the memory. She pulled the blanket more tightly around them, even as Leif shuffled around, wrapping his legs around her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder. He kissed her jaw and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Better?”

“A little.” Brigid could feel the heat of the fire on her face, and Leif’s body heat against her back, but she could also feel him shivering against her. She pressed herself back into him, trying to share as much of her own warmth as she could, and he seemed to still slightly.

Brigid rubbed her hands slowly over Leif’s legs, draping her skirts over them where they peeked out from under the blanket. He turned his head away and coughed, then turned back to bury his face against her back, his forehead resting in the crook of her neck. A few moments later, he began to hum. Brigid smiled to herself. It had been so long since she had heard his voice like this, and she listened for a while before finally pulling away. Leif released her reluctantly, and she stood, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to stand with her, before reaching up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss. He rested his hands on her waist and stepped backwards, pulling her with him, until they had faded back in the trees, just far enough for a little privacy and tucked under a huge evergreen tree with boughs so dense that the ground beneath it was dry. Leif had to crouch to keep his hair from getting tangled in the tree’s branches and dropped to his knees, pulling Brigid with him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and leaned in to kiss him.

When they broke apart, Brigid rested her forehead against his, their breath mingling in the cold air to float away in puffs of steam. She hiked her skirts up, fumbling to unlace her trousers. Leif helped her, and helped her push them down off her hips. She pulled away, squirming around as she struggled to get her pants off under her skirts and over her boots. Leif had to stifle a chuckle as she grew frustrated, finally falling back on her rear as she lost her balance. She finally got them off and tossed the offending garment aside, then rolled back onto her knees in front of him.

Slowly and carefully, Leif laid back, guiding Brigid on top of him so that she was straddling his hips. Fingers trembling between the cold and her nerves, she hiked her skirts up around her hips, shoving the bulk of the material behind her, then set to work on the lacing at the front of her bodice. While she did so, Leif unlaced his trousers, lifting his hips up to push them down. When he was done, he pushed her hands away from her bodice and finished unlacing it himself, then grabbed onto it and pulled her down until their lips met, hard enough to bruise, as he kissed her hungrily. Brigid felt something sharp against her lower lip and tasted blood as it split.

Leif slipped a hand under Brigid’s bodice and her layers of clothing to take hold of her breast. He massaged it, rubbing his thumb gently over the nipple, and she moaned softly against his mouth. He responded by swiping his thumb over it again, earning another tiny sound.

Brigid’s hands found their way under Leif’s shirt, roaming his torso. She rocked her hips gently, feeling him growing hard between her legs. She pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against his to catch her breath for a moment, then kissed him on his cheek before moving lower, tracing a path down his jawline and neck. She paused to pull his shirt aside so that she could continue moving lower, nipping at his collarbone before moving to press kisses along the scars over his heart.

Leif reached down and grabbed Brigid’s legs, pulling them in to squeeze around his hips, then wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her body firmly against his. A moment later, he had rolled them both over, so that Brigid found herself suddenly on her back on the hard ground, staring up at the bright stars peeping through the tree canopy above them. Leif’s hands explored her body, working their way down from her open bodice to under her skirts, where they roamed her bare thighs. He found the heat and wetness between her open legs, and she bit back a moan as his calloused fingers probed her there. She grabbed the front of his shirt in her fists and pulled him down into another rough kiss. His teeth scraped over the fresh split in her lip, and she responded by biting his lower lip and tugging on it as they pulled apart. His eyes sparkled with some combination of laughter and something more mischievous as he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth, then down her jaw and neck. She gasped as he bit down where her neck met her shoulder, sucking on the skin hard enough to bruise. One of her hands found its way to the back of his neck, and she tugged out the tie that kept his hair back, tangling her fingers through his curls once they were freed.

She was so preoccupied with everything else going on that she almost didn’t notice Leif slide his finger into her—almost. When he added a second, it was like everything else was gone, and all she could feel was his hand between her legs, fingers curling inside her, hitting all the right places to make her moan and arch her back and grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harder than she exactly meant to.

Leif spared a glance back towards the campsite. The bundle of blankets that was Harald and Sveinn was just barely visible as a silhouette in the firelight. He saw no sign of movement, and didn’t hear anything to indicate that either Harald or Sveinn had woken up, so he turned back to Brigid and kissed her again. He wrapped an arm behind her shoulders, cradling the back of her head and pulling her up to bury her face in his shoulder. “Quiet,” he whispered, using his other hand to line himself up with her entrance. “Ready?”

Brigid nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her grip on Leif’s hair and shirt as he entered her. He was bigger than she had expected, and moved almost agonizingly slowly as he worked his way into her. While she knew this was to allow her to adjust to him, she almost wished that he would just hurry up and get it over with. She whimpered slightly into his shoulder, and he stroked her hair gently. “Tell me to stop.”

Brigid shook her head, biting her lip to keep further sounds from escaping. Leif pulled away and looked down at her. “If it hurts, I will stop.”

“No,” Brigid managed. “Just… slowly.”

Leif nodded, pulling her close again. Once he was fully inside of her, he stopped, holding them both in place while her body relaxed around him. His other arm settled around her hips, hand splayed across her lower back to give him more support. “Are you alright?”

Brigid nodded. “Yes,” she managed a moment later, her voice shaky. Her grip on his hair and shirt relaxed slightly as the burning stretch she had felt as he entered her faded into something far more pleasurable.

Leif began to move, slowly at first, keeping his movements small and gentle. As she grew more and more wet, he increased the speed and length of his thrusts, now sliding in and out of her easily. Brigid moaned into his shoulder, eyes watering as something built in her, below her stomach. He shifted his grip on her hips, letting them rest on the ground again, his hand settling on her thigh and gripping it firmly. Brigid released her grip on his shirt and ran her hand down his side, tugging the shirt up so she could rest her hand against his bare, warm skin.

The knot below her stomach grew taut as Leif began to lose his rhythm, panting in the frigid air. She began to whimper and gasp as the tension inside her built, before it finally burst and she cried into Leif’s shoulder, the muffled sound impossibly loud in the still night air. As she pulsed around him, Leif came, letting out a groan as he finished with a final few thrusts before he finally stilled, still clutching Brigid to him, both of them clinging to each other for dear life and warmth, bodies trembling as their breath rose in clouds of steam, both of them gasping to catch their breath.

Leif loosened his grip on Brigid and pulled out of her before rolling over, letting her lay on top of him. The heat they had created between them was beginning to abate already, and he could feel Brigid shivering on top of him, but he didn’t want to move. Eventually, the fire began to die, taking its light with it, and they reluctantly separated and climbed to their feet. Leif stopped to relace his trousers, and Brigid did the same with her bodice. Once they were collected, and with cold and exhaustion rapidly setting in, they snuck over to Harald and Sveinn, slipping under the blankets with them—and feeling oddly guilty for doing so—to settle in for the night. Leif stared up at the stars as Brigid pressed herself against him, wrapping her body around his. On his other side, Harald was snoring lightly, and Sveinn cooed in his sleep. Overhead, the stars wheeled in the dark sky. Despite the cold and discomfort he felt, he was oddly at peace. If this was their lot in life, at least for the time being, he was glad that they were together for it. Being alone would have been far worse.

[in-valhalla]

3// ship

Ask: “can i have a male ship please? im 5’8’ long dark brown hair and have a slim figure. Im someone who will do anything for anyone, even if i just met them no matter the cost to myself. I never stop smiling and im also SUPER sassy / sarcastic. i usually never stand up for myself but if someone else is getting screamed at or is being treated unfairly, ill definitely step in. my friends and family are everything to me.”

Requested by: an anon

I ship you with Ubbe!

The first thing that Ubbe remembers about you is your interesting way of being painfully sarcastic and sassy. He didn’t know you well at that time but he was definitely enamored and he was determined to know you. Now that you both are together officially, he’s still awed by your quick wit. He himself isn’t pardoned by the receiving end of the stick.

The fact that you would do anything for someone even though they are a stranger is really admirable but he doesn’t want to see you getting hurt in the process and he doesn’t want you getting taken advantage of. He will definitely protect you and will talk you out of a situation that threatens your wellbeing. He knows you mean well and that you want to help for the greater good but he explains that not everyone wants what’s best for you. They only think about themselves and how they can benefit from your kindness. They will most likely mistake your kindness for weakness.

In the comfort of your own home with the fire going, he loves to sit on your shared bed with your slim figure in between his legs with your back facing him so he could braid your hair. Playing with your long brown hair comforts him and is a personal stress reliever. He loves knowing that you don’t let anyone else touch your hair but him. And vice versa to all of this because you absolutely love braiding his hair especially right before a raid. His finds it so relaxing when he feels your tugging and pulling his hair tight because he is reassured that his braids won’t fall apart or come undone after you are finished.

In the times that you end up defending someone, you do all that you can to make sure that everyone is treated fairly and nicely. He thinks it’s noble of you to stand up for someone who doesn’t know how to defend themselves but it hurts him seeing that you take all the verbal hits yourself. He feels his heart clench as he watches your head tilt down and the tears swimming just behind your eyes. That’s when he has had enough and uses everything in his power to tear that person to pieces, whether it be verbally or physically. More often physically than verbally. After the altercation, he would guide you home and do everything he can to make you feel much better. Such as taking care of your needs like running you a soothing bath, undressing you and dressing you for bed and wrapping you in his furs. He will pull you to his chest and murmur comforting words.

The one thing about you that he loves more than anything in this word is that you are family-orientated and are fiercely loyal to your blood and your friends. What would you do for them? The question is what wouldn’t you do for them? Your big heart cannot grow with anymore love than it already has when you are with your family. When Ubbe leaves for raids or adventures with his brothers, you always make sure to visit your friends in family so you can spend your time surrounded by people you love and not spend your time missing the love of your life and being in constant worry.

He will never grow tired with the way his heart jumps beats fast every time he comes back from a raid and sees you waiting at the dock for him. He’s fast to move to the front of the ship to find you. It’s not hard to spot you considering the fact that you’re wearing one of his fur capes around your shoulders. He thinks you look absolutely beautiful with your hair blowing in the wind as you wait for his boat to be tied to the docks. As the villagers cheer and crowd around the warriors, his eyes are only on you and he pushes past people to get to you. When he finally reaches you, he cups a hand on your face and brings you to a much needed kiss. The rest of the day is spent in each others arms with the fire crackling in the background.

Never question his loyalty or love for you because you will always have it. He doesn’t say “I love you” often but when he does, he really means it. Plus, he doesn’t have to say it because you already know through the little things he does for you.

A/N: I literally haven’t posted in months and I’m really really sorry about that. I promise I didn’t forget about the requests sitting in my inbox, in fact they haunted me everyday and I felt super guilty not getting out the content that was requested. But fear not! I’m back and working really hard to finish all the current requests I have. Leaving comments or feedback always goes a long way and helps me stay motivated to get more work done. ALSO let me know if you want to be added in the taglist!

[brokenbloodlinesrp]

                                            ❝ LAGERTHA ‘VALKIRIA’ OSTBERG ❞  

                                                VAMPIRO | PARTE DE THE STRIX

                            ( “ The future is open. Trust in the gods. Live for each moment ” )

biografía.

                    Lagertha fue la primogénita de un matrimonio que esperaba con ansiosas a un hombre, sin embargo, al cabo de un año el nacimiento de su hermana tampoco fue en nada lo que ese matrimonio espero. Tomó su padre la decisión de enseñarle a la hija mayor lo que había tenido esperado para su hijo que nunca llegó para volverla una Skjaldmö, elegida para pelear como una guerrera y su sueño desde que era una niña era volverse una valkiria para poder servir a Odín. Su hermana quiso seguir sus pasos pero fue en las primeras batallas que falleció, Lagertha juró que la vengaría y que se volvería la mejor guerrera que existiera. Una vida llena de entrenamientos, venganzas, batallas, saqueos, conquistas y sobrevivencia fue lo que se trató su vida.

Lagertha desposó al Jarl Sigvard para cumplir la promesa que le hizo a su hermana. La familia de su esposo era quien había asesinado a su hermana y no tardó mucho en asesinar a su esposo para tomar su lugar. La Vikinga creció, tomando lugares y adquiriendo poderes. Los rumores llegaron sobre las conquistas en diferentes lugares que nunca imagino, Inglaterra, Irlanda, Francia y mil lugares más, hablando de nuevos continentes pasando el largo océano. Sus conquistas dejaron de ser conformar a Lagertha y fue hasta que asesinó al rey de Kattegat que tomó su lugar como reina. Sin embargo, su deseo de explorar más allá no se vio reflejados. Encabeza sus tropas, las guiaba y saqueaban lugares, conquistando, sin embargo, llegó a ellos información de que atacaban su hogar por lo que se vieron forzados a volver antes de tiempo.

Su nombre se volvió reconocido entre los poetas pero había alguien más que resonaba y su deseo era asesinarlo, más que nada. Sus ojos finalmente conocieron a la leyenda que invadía sus tierras, el Rey Ragnar Ostberg. La guerra se hizo presente en Kattegat, guerreros peleando de cada parte para conquistar el lugar más popular nórdico pero ninguno quería ceder su lugar, ambos sabían que quien ganará sería el vikingo más poderoso que alguna vez se hubiera conocido. Sin embargo, la pelea a muerte entre ambos llegó, quien sobreviviera obtendría las ganancias que habían conseguido. Dos personas bastantes jóvenes que aún tenían mucho por explorar y habían ya llegado muy lejos. Para los ojos de Lagertha fue ver un hombre único, distinto a cualquiera que conociera. Tenía visión, deseo y era aún mucho más que solo poder y era la primera vez que sintió identifica con alguien, más con alguien que se tratará de un enemigo. Fue la primera pelea que Lagertha perdió, la primera vez que sintió debilidad contra alguien y se sintió vulnerable, una distracción que jamás había sentido. No temía morir, recibiría a la muerte como una vieja amiga en espera de finalmente poder ir al valhalla. Sin embargo, la sorpresa fue aún para ella, no sintió la espalda atravesar por ella, sus ojos se abrieron y alguien extendió su mano. La rubia lo tomó para llevarse una sorpresa aún mayor, una propuesta de matrimonio. Ragnar necesitaba una mujer a su lado y la única que cubría sus expectativas estaba justamente frente suyo. La humillación se hizo presente en los ojos de la reina que sabía que ahora solo vivía porque le había perdonado la vida, Lagertha aceptó la propuesta pero eso no quería decir que no volvería a tomar lo que era suyo.

Finalmente Lagertha aceptó desposar al rey Ragnar, recuperando solo su título y territorios por su esposo. La noche de bodas fue la más difícil para ambos, Ragnar se vio traicionado cuando fue engañada por su ahora esposa que intento asesinarlo a sangre fría. Lagertha sentía odio hacía él, no quería ser conocida como la mujer de Ragnar Ostberg, quería ser conocida como ella misma y con todo lo que le había costado. Ragnar forzó a Lagertha a tener su noche de bodas y demostrar que ahora era suya, solo vivía porque él lo deseaba, tomando solo esa actitud por la traición vivida minutos antes. Sin embargo, esa noche Lagertha le prometió que moriría en sus manos algún día.

Lagertha lo admiraba, desde el primer minuto que lo conoció pero lo odiaba por el infierno que le hacía pasar y solo lo viera como una mujer. No era su esclava, jamás lo sería. No dejaba que luchará o que estuviera alejada de él, la vigilaba día y noche pero a pesar de ello la mantenía a su lado, hasta Ragnar Ostberg sabía lo valiosa que era Lagertha y fue la razón principal que su traición fue un dolor terrible como el que paso anteriormente.

Fue una noche que un grupo de Vikingos llegó, todos admirando la unión de Ragnar y Lagertha y deseosos de que volvieran a tierras extrajeras para conseguir oro o aún mejor, más tierras. Fue en ese viaje a Inglaterra, un lugar conocido por ambos pero principalmente para el rey quien había sido la primera tierra extranjera que llegará. Los vikingos atacaron Wessex, miles de hombres llegaron ahí pero lo que no sabían quera que era una tierra que ya esperaba por ellos y estaban mucho más preparados que la última vez que los tuvieron. Lagertha no fue permitida ir a pelear, se quedó en el campamento pero se deshizo con facilidad de los vikingos que cuidaban de ella y no iba a esperar. Se iba a unir a esa guerra, sin embargo, nunca espero encontrar tanta sangre vikinga por el lugar. Se unió a la gran pelea que claramente estaba enfrentando en ese lugar. Buscaba a Ragnar con la mirada pero su vista se encontró con él quien peleaba con un nombre que reconoció, era el hijo del rey de ese lugar pero no entendía el idioma que estaban hablando ellos. El camino para llegar a él no fue fácil, fue atacada varias veces pero terminó con todos ellos, fue hasta que uno en específico que fue por Ragnar por la espalda que Lagertha clavo su espalda en él segundos antes de que terminará con la vida del rey. A partir de ese segundo dejó esta en claro que ambos estaban a mano, fue la primera pelea que ganaron trabajando juntos, a pesar de que estuvieron por perder y consiguieron una gran fortuna.

La pareja estuvo rápidamente en boca de todos, los territorios que poseían los reyes y los alcances que llegaron se duplicaron rápidamente. Para los ojos de ambos dejaron de verse como enemigos y aceptaron el matrimonio que ambos tuvieron, concediendo a su primer hijo, Åsbjørn, quien cambio por completo el mundo para ambos.

El poder y conquista, el deseo de poder tener un nombre a pesar de conseguirlo no fue lo que más deseo la reina. Deseaba con todo su corazón poder procrear más hijos, otorgarle más hijos a su esposo pero solo pudo darle una niña más quien falleció años más tarde por una plaga que acabo con muchos de la aldea. Posteriormente a eso, no pudo conseguir algún otro hijo y el miedo se apodero en esta por perder a su esposo. Las veces que quedaba embarazada perdía al niño, por más que le pidiera a Freyja por más hijos. Fue un vidente que les advirtió que veía oscuridad en cada uno de ellos y Ragnar aseguraba que lo había visto en su último viaje. Ambos tomaron la decisión de proteger a su único hijo y lo enviaron lejos.

Fue la primera vez que llegaron a Kattegat tres grupos, era una raza distinta que no conocieron pero estaban en busca de los reyes Vikingos. Pelearon, como nunca lo hicieron pero poseían una magia y fuerza que ninguno de ellos podía explicar y entendieron por primera vez la oscuridad a la que se referían. Al final solo ambos quedaron, preguntaron por su hijo pero ambos aseguraron que había muerto. Un líquido que les forzaron a beber, a Lagertha fue un hombre trajeado mientras que a su esposo fue una chica pelirroja. Sin embargo, el tercero permaneció ahí observando todo y analizando, escuchando una instrucción cuando la miro a los ojos.

Ambos fueron forzados a luchar a muerte sin que tuvieran control alguno, algo dentro no podía evitar y no venía por parte suya. Fue la pelea más violenta que tuvieran en su vida, aún más que la primera vez que se conocieron pero no había control alguno. Tenían esa necesidad de asesinar al otro sin control. Fue al final Lagertha quien atravesó su espada en el pecho de su esposo y lágrimas brotaron por su rostro, irónicamente había cumplido su promesa. Se aferró con fuerza a su cuerpo, lo besaba y no lo soltaba. Sabía que se volverían a reunión en el valhalla algún día y él estaría feliz ahí, un lugar a donde al final todos deseaban llegar.

Los tres extraños desaparecieron dejando a la esposa entrar en luto pero Lagertha se llevó una sorpresa más grande cuando Ragnar desapareció pero la observaba distinta y se asustó al ver la oscuridad que tanto les habían hablado en la mirada de sus ojos o aquellos colmillos que se formaron. Tomó la espada para volver atravesar en él, deseando que los dioses pudieran ayudarlo pero Lagertha no espero, comenzó a correr y justo cuando creyó que se había librado él apareció, la tomó con fuerza, era ahora mucho más fuerte que antes y no se pudo zafar, sintió un terrible dolor en cuello con la mordida, hasta que lentamente dejó de pelear y su cuerpo cayó muriendo en sus brazos.

Lagertha espero encontrarse en el valhalla pero para su sorpresa eso no ocurrió, sus ojos se abrieron de nueva cuenta y se encontraba recostada en el piso. Alguien se acercó auxiliarla pero no tuvo resistencia alguna, un deseo paso en ella y terminó por beber de este, hasta la última gota. No entendía que sucedió pero sus ojos se volvieron a reencontrar con Ragnar, sus emociones eran más intensas y de un segundo a otro sin entenderlo se encontraba en sus brazos.

Al final Lagertha y Ragnar solo fueron un medio para un fin, dos vikingos que utilizaron como un arma para un vampiro vikingo tan temido como ellos. Aquellos falsos hijos fueron los que les enseñaron aquel mundo que conocían pero eso no quiso decir que la pareja dejará sus tradiciones a un lado, era quienes lo representaban. Cuando creyeron que todo estaba seguro y les habían ayudado acudieron a buscar a su hijo, pasaron años con él. Una crianza vikinga fue lo que obtuvo, las relaciones vikingas se fueron mezclando en todas las identidades pero la felicidad nunca pudo llegar a ellos, siempre existía esa oscuridad que intentaron escapar pero al final siempre volvería a ellos. Fue el primer viaje solo que quiso realizar hijo que con ella volvió. El hijo de Ragnar y Lagertha se creyó que sería el gran rey o emperador, y eso hizo presente que continuaba con vida trayendo una visita de un viejo amigo que terminó con la vida de su hijo, volviendo un ser sobrenatural como ellos.

Con el paso de los años los tres fueron enseñados a mezclar su cultura y tradiciones con lo que ahora eran. Aprendiendo que era ese mundo sobrenatural que no conocían pero les permitió obtener riquezas y poder, perdiendo varios amigos conforme pasaban los años pero también adquiriendo nuevos. Cada uno permaneció a diferentes grupos que a pesar de su rivalidad eso nunca distancio la relación de la familia que siempre era primero. A la familia siempre suelas verla juntas, conquistando varios lugares y ahora sin necesidad de un ejército que los respalde (aunque siempre terminan formando uno, entrenado por ellos mismos), nunca permitieron a pesar de todos los años que se perdiera sus tradiciones.

personalidad.

Es una persona muy leal a su gente, pero más que nada a su familia, quien daría todo por ellos. Siempre ha tenido la ideología que todo lo que les ha pasado es obra de los dioses y es por ello que les dieron parte de sus poderes para poder sobrevivir todos esos años, convirtiendo en esas criaturas. Es fielmente creyente a sus ideologías, costumbres y tradiciones, sin que nadie logre hacerla dudar de ello. Al final del día cree que cuando su tarea se cumpla, se volverán a reunir con todos sus viejos amigos en el Valhalla. Tiene un sentido de la aventura, así como una ambición feroz y el deseo de gobernar.

Aunque físicamente capaz de pelear y defenderse, mostrando un lado muy rudo, también es una persona muy cariñosa con sus seres queridos, como Ragnar, o su hijo y sus amigos y aliados. También es compasiva con su gente y entiende bien las injusticias. A la vez que usa el poder sabiamente y con justicia, es despiadada con aquellos a quienes considera enemigos. Lagertha también se muestra a veces impulsiva y apasionada, y nunca duda al atacar a quienes consideran sus enemigos, y nunca parece considerar las consecuencias de sus acciones. También es vengativa y siempre cumple sus promesas. Lagertha tiene un gran amor por los niños, a pesar de que nunca más pudo darle otro hijo a su esposo.

datos personales.

Edad: 30 años / 1000 +

Fecha de nacimiento: 10 de Noviembre

Raza: Vampiro  (Elijah’s Bloodline)

Grupo: The Strix

Lealtad: Elijah Mikaelson

Aliados: The Antaeus, Manadas North East Atlantic y Crescent, Aquelarre Nymph y The Mikaelsons

relaciones

annalyse rhee | protegida, mejor amiga, aliada.

askr ostberg | hijo, protección, aliado.

dolulay mahmoody | buena amiga, aliada.

elijah mikaelson | buen amigo.

elin ostberg | hija, protección.

hope mikaelson | amiga.

josie saltzman | amiga.

klaus mikaelson | trato cordial. 

kol mikaelson | buen amigo.

lena  sarafine | protegida.

lizzie saltzman | amiga.

ragnar  ostberg | esposo, mejor amigo, confidente, aliado.

tarik wayne | amigo.

datos relevantes.

Cree fielmente en sus dioses, conservando sus ideológicas, tradiciones y costumbres vikingas.

 A pesar de los altos años que ha vivido, considera que todo eso es su distinto y es Odín quien ha tenido todo eso planeado para su familia. Siempre vive por ese día, creyendo que su destino esta escritorio y algún día terminará por ir al valhalla con su familia.

 Tristan de Martel la obligó a beber su sangre y pelear a la muerte con su esposo, para al final del día volverse un vampiro y servir para él en defensa con quien consideraba su padre.

Siempre pondrá a su esposo e hijo sobre todo, sin importar nada más. Su lealtad no está a su grupo en primer lugar, está en su familia quienes los quisieron forzar a separarse pero nunca se logró.

 Lagertha al igual que su esposo se volvieron una leyenda vikinga por todas sus acciones que realizaron a lo largo de sus conquistas. Muchas la consideraban una diosa o Valkiria, de ahí consiguió su apodo.

Ha conquistado varios lugares, peleado en grandes batallas y visto el mundo pero al final del día su único hogar que considera siempre será Kattegat.

Acudieron al llamado de los tres grupos tarde, ignorando las amenazas que presentaban pero no tuvieron más opción al saber que Ragnar se volvió humano y supieron que los problemas eran aún más serios. Sin embargo, Lagertha cree que Odín está llamando a Ragnar para unirse finalmente con él.

Lagertha no pudo tener más hijos por más que lo deseo, perdió a una hija a temprana edad debido a una enfermedad y sufría cinco abortos. A pesar de que no lo demuestra o lo dice, hasta la fecha es su dolor más grande. Su sueño más grande siempre fue llenar a su esposo con hijos, tal como él siempre supo que él lo deseaba.

 Lagertha nunca supo que Ragnar tuvo una familia antes que él, mucho menos que tiene una hijastra.

Considera que su hijo es su mayor tesoro, ve el vivo reflejo de su padre en él.

Ragnar es el amor de su vida, siempre ha considerado que ambos nacieron para estar juntos. Ve en él su otra mitad, siempre ha considerado que están conectados.

No participó en los eventos de París, por lo que no presenta ningún cambio en su vida actual.

estado.

personaje oc con el rostro de Katheryn Winnick. OCUPADO.

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