#vinland saga smut

[dejwrld]

⤷‧₊˚ he was not like any other king you had ever seen before, and you couldn't help but become interested in him. little did you know, he was equally curious about you.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, mentions of reader knowing canute's sister, let's say reader is a princess idc, sobs i just wanted to write royalty, canute really don’t want reader to get married at all, virginity lost, mentions of blood, slight soft canute, soft canute, breeding kink, // minors dni

sticky note from deja — ( dedicated to @diorsbrando )

King Canute always piqued your curiosity. When he returned home, you remembered how it felt like the wind knocked out your lungs when he walked by you. You were completely breathless at the sight of him. You’ve only heard stories about him. Rumors, and folktales for children to imagine that they’ll be rulers like him. You knew that you would never even have the grace to be fully in his presence. You were merely a princess here under protection in exchange for the best resources your country could offer.

Canute probably didn’t even know your name if you were going, to be honest with yourself. Although, you spent a lot of time with Estrid—even so you doubt she would blabber on to her brother about friends she has made during his absence.

But you were completely wrong, Canute actually did know your name. He actually did notice you within the castle that was protected by his men. You didn’t know until one late evening as you were sipping on tea alone and reading some book you found. Canute thought everyone was sound asleep until he saw you sipping on tea that a servant made before heading to bed. You sipped in silence as he helped himself to the same tea the servant made, it still was hot and full of flavor to help bring comfort.

“You’re up quite late don’t you think?” Canute’s brash voice brought you out of the book your eyes were glued on reading by the little lamp near you.

You watch as he brought the cup up to his lips. His blue eyes scan over your face waiting for an answer.

“I can’t sleep, so I usually read until I grow tired,” You lift the book to show him. “Despite me reading this book many times.” You chuckle to yourself and sipped the last droplets of tea out of your cup. You closed the book and stood up, respectfully bowing in Canute’s presence.

“I should head to bed though. Estrid has something planned for us tomorrow.” You flash him a grin before turning to make your exit, but his words stop you.

“I have more books if you’re curious to read some more.”

You pull the book to your chest as if he’ll take it from you and you shake your head. “Your Highness, I can’t do that. You’ve done so much for me by letting me stay here for protection—I’ll feel like I’m intruding.” You pause not sure to finish the last part of your sentence, afraid that’ll it come off offensive or disrespectful.

“Plus, what would someone think if they saw me leaving your chambers with a book that belongs to you.” You shudder at the thought of the consequences of that. “I appreciate your gratitude, your highness-“

“I’m the King of England, anyone who has anything to say can say to me.” His arms crossed over his chest before he’s stepping by you. “It’s okay.”

Your lips form a straight line and you couldn’t argue against the king’s words. Especially since someone could come in and hear that you defined him. How dare you decline such an offer from King Canute. You followed behind through the dimly lit halls not wanting to talk much because for one.) everyone was sleeping and two.) anyone that was up could hear you and wonder why a woman like you were up so late. You’ve never graced so far away from where your own chambers were, let alone so close to where the King’s was at.

The two guards that stood outside his chambers head was held high seeing Canute but one of them eyes narrowed at the sight of you behind Canute clutching the book to your chest. Your eyes averted down in embarrassment at the pending rumors that can circulate around the castle before afternoon tea with Estrid. However, you took note of how Canute pushed open the door of his chambers and he stepped a side to let you enter first.

Most likely ensuring his guards don’t speak a word of the quite scandalous thing unfolding. A mere princess going into the bed chambers of the King of England. If your mother was here you would be able to feel the daggers of her glare stabbing at your back with each step you took further inside his chambers. You can hear her voice now about how unladylike it was to be doing this. But after all, you were only here to see what books he had and then quickly make your way back to your own bed chambers to rest.

But you were so wrong. You didn’t go back to your chambers, instead forty five minutes have passed and you were sitting in a chair across from Canute talking. At first it was about books. He mentioned to you that he always noticed you had your head inside a book, which you pointed out that it was the only thing you can do if you didn’t want to be follow Estrid around on whatever shenanigans she wanted to do. Then you talked about your childhood, well it was more so you mainly talked about your country and how you were raised.

Canute’s gaze made you feel warm. A good kind of warm though. A gaze that made you feel like you were sitting next to a well lit fire after being out in the winter cold. You still couldn’t read him just as much as he could read you within these minutes of you talking, but you were okay with that. A King shouldn’t let his guard down so easily, especially if it would be a time where someone could backstab him easily.

“That still don’t explain why you’re not married? Your family decided to send you away instead of keeping you close.” Canute thumbs at his lip as his head fell back to be back with the wooden back of the chair he was in.

“They’re just searching for the right suitors but war got in the way of that. My mom hoping that I’ll find someone here, but I highly doubt so—despite that it’ll help my family greatly with allies and connections.” You smoothed out your dress before soon meeting Canute’s eyes.

You wanted to know what was on his mind.

“And why don’t you think so?” Canute’s head tilt slightly and his eyebrows raised at you.

“I don’t really put myself out there your highness as much as I should. I have shooed a lot of people Estrid have introduced me to away,” You honestly answered. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“I mean, I’m aware that a lot of marriages are considered political moves to be on top. So, I will just do what I have to do to ensure my family is okay,” You give him a grin before going back to flipping the pages in the book in front of you.

A sudden silence overcame you two, you assumed Canute was processing what you were saying. You were aware that if push come to shove, him as the King have to possibly marry a beautiful noble woman to solidify a country he wanted to control. Plus every King needs a heir to the throne, right?

“If you don’t want to marry someone for political gain, I think you shouldn’t.” Canute answered truthfully before you could catch his gaze that’s been drilling a hole in you, his eyes looks down at the book he’s been attempting to read. He just can’t when someone as elegant as you were sitting in front of you.

“Of course you can say that your highness. But I can’t defy my family, they’re depending on me to return married and with something that benefit my bloodline.” You answered truthfully.

There that silence waved over the pair again. You went back to scheming over the mountains of books in his room figuring out which ones you wanted to take back to your room. You found two you were interesting in reading and pulled it from the pile.

“No, I’m saying as King I can ensure you’ll only get married until you’re ready and with someone you want.” Canute corrected.

You wanted to say that he was joking, but you haven’t seen the king crack a smile yet. Plus his tone was assertive—demanding. As if you couldn’t even argue against what he said, his words were final.

“Your highness, you can’t-“ You stooled mid sentence to correct yourself because who were you to tell the King of England what he can and can’t do. “You do not have to do that, it is my duty that was placed upon me and I have to do it. Think how bizarre it’ll be for me to decline a proposal and what will I say? The King said no?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what the people will say?” You leaned forward. “They’ll chalk it off as the King just having a woman to warm his bed, but they’ll probably think I’m trying to become Queen in some conniving way.”

He pushes his chair closer towards your end of the small table you sat at. “Then let them think that and if they have a problem with it, I’ll have their tongue.”

“Your highness.”

“Canute.”

Your eyes looked at him wondering where this was coming from. “Canute, this will complicate some things.”

You didn’t even notice that he moved closer. Your faces are just inches apart, so close to your soft pillowy lips being on his. “Then let it.” He leans in and places a kiss on your lips.

You wanted to panic as you jumped back after his lips kissed yours. Your eyes darted to the door where the guards were standing to protect their King.

“Just ignore them, not like they can barge in here without permission.” His rough hands collected yours and you felt the pad of his thumb on the back of his hand.

With that your closing your eyes to kiss him. You’ve only kissed two boys before. One when you were twelve and another when you were only seventeen. Both were mere memories you couldn’t fully remember, but you knew that this was better. The intense kiss from the King of England left you breathless as you grasped at the thin fabric of his shirt attempting to bring him closer. It didn’t take much for Canute to tug you on his lap, your dress hiking up as your legs were on each side of his thighs. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair gaining a whimper from him. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel his cock growing within his trousers.

When you tugged away after pecking his lips once more, you couldn’t believe that you two just did this. You never went beyond this but you could feel the warmth in between your thighs that you could help but roll your hips upon Canute’s lap as if you were in heat. Canute picks you up and places you on the bed in the corner of the room. He pulls the shirt over his hand throwing it to the ground and he leans over to help discard you of your clothing. From the dress you borrowed from Estrid to the undergarments that you felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in.

You were still in your mind that this will complicate everything. You can get married and if your future husband figures you weren’t pure, what would he think. Would you not be worthy of marriage anymore?

Your arm snakes around your bare body as you sat on your knees to stare up at Canute. With just the dimly lit candle giving the both of you light—he looked stunning in this manner. His blonde hair fell in his face. His bare chest was toned from the endless training and dueling.

“Let me see you, Y/N,” Canute says as he toys with the strings that were holding up his trousers that were barely containing the bulge of need for you.

Your skin heated immediately at his words as you slowly removed your arms around your naked body. Your skin is garnished with goosebumps feeling the slight breeze that swirled around Canute's chambers. The bed sinks due to Canute's weight and as your body is being pushed down so the warmth of fur that was placed neatly on the bed engulfed your body. The softness of the fur kissed your skin as minutes went by of heated kisses and spit being swapped. Your body tensed up at the feeling of Canute lining himself up with your drooling entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a breathy sigh.

"Just relax," Canute says through pecks on your neck.

For some reason, those subtle pecks calmed the tumultuous thoughts that swam around your mind. They were so loud until Canute's lips kissed your skin. As if he locked them thoughts away for you because they bothered you. The piercing pain of him pushing his cock inside you made you grasp upon the first thing you could. His strong forearms being it as your nails punctured at his skin and your eyes instantly closed. In the moment of your eyes closing and the only thing you can see is pure darkness, you were counting down the seconds to bypass the pain.

Canute's light-colored eyes stared down at you, his hips halting from moving forward just because he didn't want to hurt you. You were too precious to go through this pain.

"Look at me, Y/N."

With a tear decorating your lash line the sight you saw when you opened your eyes made you feel all warm inside all over again. Your felt butterflies replace the sharp feeling of his cock sliding in you bit by bit. Your teeth nibbled down on your lower lip bracing yourself physically for more of what he was giving out.

"I can stop. You—"

"No, please continue." You interrupt your head lifts from the pillow below you and lean in to kiss him.

Canute meets you halfway gracefully, willingly. Entrapping your lips with his so greedily that he didn't want it to end. Through the kiss, his hips moved forward slowly until finally, he bottomed down inside of you. Your fingers clutched so tightly that it was beginning to draw blood from his pale skin. Your eyes couldn't help but invert in between the space of your naked bodies. Once again feeling embarrassed by the blood that stained the sheets.

Canute's finger grasped upon your chin to shift your head to look at him. Your eyes were trapped in a trance with Canute's and soon the sharp feeling between your thighs turned into pleasure. Your lips gasped apart to croak out a moan just in time for the last couple of strokes Canute put in. His fingertips dance alongside your thighs as he eagerly pushes them apart to be closer to you. The sweet tune of your moans is like music to him that he would adore waking up to in the morning instead of the annoying plans of conquering another piece of land.

To you, Canute was taking something so precious away from you. Something that should have been given to your husband. He was your first. This moment is bound to imprint on your brain until you leave, until you're married, have kids, and so on. But the thing is, you were Canute's first also. Granted, it wasn't anyone's business who the King fucks and fondles. But, Canute didn't have time for that—maybe he was overthinking that being a factor of falling down the same road of his wicked father that haunts him today.

On some lonely evenings, Canute felt like he was suffocating from his own power. Day by day he gains more power and he realized that it'll get lonely on top. So, the soft comfort coming from you calmed him for some reason. The sound of his father's cruel voices in his head silenced each time he looked at you from afar and now as he bucked his hips forward slowly. His breathing hitched in his throat due to the feeling of you clutching around him wonderfully. Your name flies off his tongue like a foreign word and you enjoyed every second of it.

Your back arches off the bed when the pace of Canute's thrusting slowly increases. It wasn't too much to cause more pain from clawing in between your thighs, but it was enough to have you moaning and tugging him closer to your sweated-coated body. Your legs lock around his waist in the sense that you were afraid if you let go this moment would stop. Your moans echoed in his ear as his lips kissed and bite on your neck.

"You're making your King feel so amazing," His words send a chill down your spine so intense, you felt your cunt pulse around his cock.

Hearing those words causes a pit of fire to light in the pit of your stomach. Your hips slowly buck upward for more of the pleasurable feeling that this was giving. You knew the King had ears and eyes everywhere, but you wouldn't suspect him of being a mind reader too. As if he read your mind that you were unraveling below his strong body he teases you just enough to cause your body to vibrate in a fit of orgasms. Your thighs quiver while his hips gravitate forward completely making love to you through the foreign feeling you felt at the moment. It didn't take long for him to follow suit with you. Not wasting the time of cumming inside of you. His thrusting grew as sloppy as the mess in between your thighs. His cum coated his own cock as he greedily thrust inside you some more ensuring his cum doesn't leak out of you.

With Canute back hitting the bed next to you, the two of you were silent. Your limbs felt numb and your heart bounces around your chest like it is trying to escape. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest before looking up at him, admiring his exhausted face. "I should get something to clean us up." You lift up slowly but Canute gently tugs you back down.

If you were being honest, you wanted to make an escape.

"As your King, I want you to lay down and rest." His eyes flutter open to look down at you.

You chuckle at his words. "Ah, the tired King is going to tell me what to do." Sarcasm oozes from your tone. "Get some rest," You move closer and peck the corner of his lips innocently.

Just enough to tease him and have you gracefully bless his dreams.

As drowsiness wavered over the naked King next to you. You couldn't help but rush to gather your clothes. Your body ached from head to toe and you were surely going to cherish the warm bath in the morning. However, you rather be safe and sound in your own chambers than have to explain to anyone why you were in King Canute's bed chambers so early. You blew the candle that was the minimal light for the two of you during your sexual actions out. Just as you were about to make your exit, you could hear Canute's faded words.

"Be my Queen, Y/N."

[nxuriah]

So I started Vinland Saga and of course, I'm crushing on Askeladd.. he's so fucking attractive oh my god..I can't explain it. I needddd smut fics of him but there's barely any on here 😭 so can people please tag me in vinland saga smut fics or recommend some?

[jotaromane]

Thorkell x fem! reader (smut)

hi, this his my first post on this app!! sorry in advance for the grammar errors, i'm french soooo i'm practicing writing in english,, i hope you enjoy this os about Thorkell <3 i just love this man so much

including : oral sex ; face sitting ; dirty talk ; praise kink words : 1054

Not only were you desperate for sex, but also nobody would notice that in the camp. Nobody except Thorkell. The way he looked at you when you rode your horse. The way he smirked when he noticed your legs pressing around the horse to make him move forward.This could be me, he used to think. 

Tonight was the night, you knew it when Thorkell convened you in his personal tent. He pretended that you two have some things to share about the next battle. Liar. But his lies didn’t bother you. Of course they didn’t. 

-You wanted to see me, Thorkell ? you asked innocently. 

The sexual tension was definitely there. Thorkell was barely naked, only wearing thin pants. You could admire his enormous shoulders, connected to his generous chest and abs. He truly was a giant.

-Actually, I wanted to see you tonight, he responded with a strange smile on his face.

It was a hungry smile. Oh god, you thought. He desired you so badly. You approached him, slowly, but surely. His eyes opened wide when he saw you innocently pull your tunic so he could see your breasts through the fabric.

-Fuck this, he growled by taking off the banda he always used to wear. Do you want to do this with me ? Now ? 

-Isn’t it why you wanted me to come ? 

-I wanted you to come to me, but I would add that now, (y/n), I want you to come for me. 

You couldn’t wait any longer. You barely jumped into his powerful arms, and he adjusted the grip so your cunt and his cock were meeting deliciously. Immediately, you could tell that it was huge. His lips crushed on yours, and you appreciated the kiss like it was your first. 

-Take off your clothes, he ordered. I’ll do the same. Where do you want to do it ? 

-On your bed, you responded without hesitation. 

The blankets just called the two of you. It was sweet and warm. 

-(y/n), sit on my face. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve pictured myself doing this with you… 

-Will you shut up ? you said, falsely irritated. 

With no pity for him, you took out his breath with your flesh. It was now your turn to skip a beat : Thorkell ate you like you were his last meal ever. His middle finger pushed his way into you as he caressed your clitoris with his large tongue, circling it. Your legs quickly started to shake over him, but he supported your weight easily with his arms. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your thighs. You ended up coming on his satisfied face a few seconds later. 

-That’s it, baby, he said while tasting you even better. You taste divine, just like I’ve imagined you would.

As a response, you caught his blonde hair in your hands, so you can pull them to help you push your body on his insatiable mouth. He chuckled a little but understood the assignment. 

-Will you now fuck me like your guards told me you will ? 

-What did they tell you ? he asked, while wiping his shiny mouth.

You went down from his chest so you were on the top of him. You could feel his tip waiting to slip into you.

-They told me that… You were a beginner, with no experience…

Thorkell frowned like a kid. It was nearly cute until he said : 

-When I’me done with you, I’m gonna cut their heads off, I swear. But for now, let me prove them wrong. 

Without any warning, Thorkell pushed him into you with no mercy. His hugeness made you scream. He didn’t seem to care and started to pound into you. You could tell he was in pleasure by his eyes literally devouring you. He caught your breasts in his large hands and started massaging them. 

-Fuck, you sighed. You’re so good. 

-Tell it again, he ordered.

-You’re doing it so well, Thorkell the Tall. Love your dick so much. 

Thorkell literally shivered when he heard you calling him by his nickname. He continued to fuck you until, your legs started pressing around his. 

-Gonna come, babe ? 

And before you could answer, he pushed you off him. Surprised and frustrated, you looked at him with an angry look. 

-Get on all fours, (y/n), I beg you. I’m gonna finish you this way.

With lust in your eyes, you obeyed. You felt his cock fill you again and again. In this position, he could fuck you faster and harder. Paradise. 

-Oh my God ! you said after he roughly smacked your butt. 

-Move on it, babe. I wanna see your perfect ass wiggle on my cock before I come on it. 

With tears slowly filling your eyes, you obeyed and took all the pleasure he could give you. After all, creating this story about the guards wasn’t a bad idea. Thorkell took your breasts back in his hands, and pressed them softly. It became hard for you to catch your breath and he noticed it. 

-Stop resisting me, he said. Let it go around me. 

-I just… I’m gonna… 

But you couldn't finish your sentence because your orgasm catched you like a hurricane. Your walls squeezed around Thorkell’s cock, and he let go a satisfied sigh. He slipped him out of you and started jerking himself. You wanted to help him. 

After noticed you moved to go towards him, he gently pushed you on the bed. 

-No, babe, stay like that. I'm coming on your ass, that’s what I want. 

You said nothing and felt his cum spurt on your body. You were recovering from your second orgasm. 

Gently, Thorkell took you in his arms and placed you under the heavy blanket. You could fall asleep just now, what happened just got all your energy. 

-How was it ? he asked by caressing your hair. 

-Hm…Not bad. Maybe I’ll consider meeting you again… 

Thorkell put on his animal gaze. If you two didn’t just had sex, you could tell that he was ready to eat you alive. Now. 

-What about tomorrow night ? I can’t wait to fill this pretty chatty mouth with my cock. 

hope you liked it<3 gonna post more OS soon,, i'm sorry in advance, idk how to use this app honestly :(

[doppopoppo]

ROYAL COUPLE (nsfw)

TS!King Canute x F!Reader

|| Warnings : cum play, mentions of breeding kink, voyeurism (?) ||

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Most people had misconceptions about the current king and queen of Denmark and England. Rightfully so of course given tradition surround royal couples.

King Canute does not allow any other men to lay his eyes or paws on his Queen. Women as well, unless they're helping her to take a bath and get clothed. Otherwise, no, paws off. All intimacy and lovemaking remain for his own pleasures. Vice versa for the Queen. Her Kings only for her pleasures.

The Queen was not there as an object to pleasure her husband, but rather each of them chased the idea of the other experiencing bliss and euphoria. In the years they've been together, intimate sessions continued until both needs were satiated.

Early morning, the two admittedly decided to ignore their important royal duties. How rude it would be to cut their session from last night short. During this early time of day, the Queen tends to rather feel vulnerable and and weak. Through given consent, she tends to let her husband have his way with her if he so desires to. And today, he so desires her very much.

His usual place is to cum inside her, feeding off his need to breed heirs into his Queen, though today he wanted to see her painted with bits of him all over. He pulled out, eliciting a whimper from his wife below him. With a low groan, he came all over her supple chest. His wife shivered from excitement to be covered in her husband's love as it was quite rare.

Feeling rather dazed from the sleep that's still evident in his eyes, he mindlessly swirled the cum around her nipples. He collected some cum onto his middle and ring finger, same finger that held his wedding ring, and found her aching hole that remained unsatisfied. His wife softly began grinding, wanting more friction. He swooped his down and circled his tongue around one of her nipples. Tasting himself in the process, but the idea and action of it made them both moan from pleasure. He lapped more of his cum on her chest, sucking as if he was feeding. This alone caused his wife to reach her first high for the day.

For now, they both knew they had to attend to their daily responsibilities.

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Hello hello, it's been A WHILE! Who knows if I'll be consistent but VS Def inspired me to write a few pieces. I mean come on, some of these guys are just so adorable yet manly! 😍 not entirely sure if I'll take requests as I didn't finish some last time. BUT I do know there's a lack of Vinland writers on here, SO if my inbox or this gets enough people asking for requests, I'll open it up :)

[satoruni]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Boss' Daughter - Snake x Reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, virginity loss, age gap, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise

Snake knew he shouldn’t be staring at Ketil’s adoptive daughter but how could he not? You were a sweet thing who was always smiling. It didn't help that you had an angelic visage with the most alluring eyes.

His eyes drifted downwards and couldn't help but notice your curvaceous figure. His lustful gaze lingered on every inch of your seductive form, as desire and passion burned within him. Every fiber of his being ached to seize this ravishing beauty and indulge in carnal pleasures. The thought of losing himself in the throes of wild abandon with her consumed him entirely, leaving no room for rational thought or hesitation. All he wanted was to possess you completely and satisfy your primal urges together until you were both left breathless and satiated.

As you turned to flash him a gentle smile, his heart leapt into his throat. The shame of his feelings overwhelmed him - how dare he even think that he could have a chance with a woman like you? You were the belle of the village, with admirers aplenty, and he was just a lowly servant with a tarnished reputation as a disgraced warrior. Any man would kill to have you for their own, and yet he couldn't help but want you. But what right did he have to even entertain such a notion? You deserved so much better than him, and he knew it.

“Grandpa you have to rest more," You pouted as Sverkel grumbled. Before the old man could even reply, Snake slithered into the room with his usual swagger.

Your heart raced at the mere sight of him. You would dare not tell a soul but you harbored affection for the older man.He was an imposing figure, with bulging muscles and a commanding aura that made you feel both safe and exposed at the same time. But you were sure that he only saw you as a little girl, not worthy of his attention. A man like him probably had a slew of lovers so what were you in comparison?

“Yeah old man, one day you’re gonna collapse," Snake taunted, throwing a teasing grin in your  direction. You blush furiously, hoping he hadn’t read your thoughts. 

“Heh I know you’re waiting for that day so you could plunder everything” her grandpa retorted, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

As the two bantered back and forth, you fidget nervously, trying to ignore how your heart jumped whenever Snake looked your way. You knew it was foolish to feel that way but you couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man.

You were in the kitchen, hands busy as you scrubbed the pots and pans. Your mind wandered, as it often did, to the Snake. You couldn't help but think of him - his strength, his confidence, his piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you.

Lost in thought, you didn't hear the door open behind her. It was only when a deep voice spoke that you jumped, dropping the pot you were cleaning. You spun around to see the Snake standing there, a faint smile on his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you tried to compose herself. "Oh, just cleaning up," she stammered. "What brings you here?"

The Snake chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just thought I'd come see you," he said, taking a step closer to you. "You know, see if you need any help."

You felt your heart race as he moved closer, his body just inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

As he reached past you to grab a rag, his hand brushed against yours. You felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body, and you couldn't help but look up at him, your eyes pleading for something you didn't quite understand.

For a moment, you two stood there in silence, your eyes locked in a wordless exchange. And then, without warning, Snake leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

As they kissed, you felt herself melting into him, your body responding to his touch. You knew that your feelings for him were foolish, but at this moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the heat of his body against yours, and the way he made you feel alive.

As you two broke the kiss, Snake gazed down at you, his eyes intense with desire.

“You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, caressing her soft cheeks. 

He had always wanted a taste of you, and now that he had it, he wanted more. Taking advantage of your gasp, he completely devoured you, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You tasted so sweet, your shy mewls only incited him further.

As they finally broke the kiss, Snake rested his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy. 

"You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

You smile shyly, your cheeks flushed. 

"I feel the same way," you admitted, your hands still resting on his chest.

Snake couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, with the woman he desired most in the world, and you felt the same way. 

As he deepened the kiss, Snake couldn't help but revel in the feel of your soft body against his. He wrapped his strong arms around your lithe waist and pulled you against his chest, his fingers trailing over the curve of your back. You blushed furiously at being so close with him, but he could sense the desire in you as well.

“Ah~ we really shouldn’t-” you gasped out, not meaning a single one of those words. 

“No one’s gonna hear,” Snake growled out and smashed his lips against your plump ones again, causing you to moan.

“Oi!” the loud voice of your annoying brother Olmar was heard making you gasp and you quickly pulled yourself away from him. “Come out mom’s calling for you”

Snake gritted his teeth annoyed and held himself back from snapping at him.

You looked nervously back at him and his eyes softened as he pecked your lips again.

"Wait for me in your room," he whispered in your ear, playfully biting it. Face flushed, you giggled and nodded. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then ran back out to meet Olmar, her heart still racing from the intensity of her moment with Snake.

"What's going on?" Olmar asked, noticing your red face. 

You pouted at your brother's interruption, annoyed that he had ruined the moment with Snake. 

"Nothing Olmar," you muttered, still lost in the memory of Snake's touch.

You were lying on your soft bed, anxiously waiting for Snake to come. What were you thinking? He was probably laughing about you with his friends. Suddenly, you heard a thud at your window, and your heart leapt with joy. As he climbed into her room, you could not help but feel a surge of excitement. 

“You came” you exclaimed happily

“Of course I did," he smirked and pulled you close to him. Grabbing the back of your head, he crashed his lips on her, devouring you completely. He leaned back, his eyes heavy with desire which made you gulp nervously. 

“Let’s take this off," he murmured and ripped off your thin nightdress, leaving you completely nude. You blushed heavily and avoided his eyes. You had never been naked in front of anyone before. 

Snake stared at you like you were the goddess Freya herself. He then pressed his cold palm against your chest, pushing you to lie down on your bed. You shivered at his cold touch. 

“You are so beautiful” he whispered, making you blush and close your eyes as he took one of your tits and sucked on it fervently. You gasped at the new sensation and kept your moans low, scared to wake anyone up.

“Oh!” you moaned, quickly covering your mouth as he pinched your sensitive nipples and gave several kisses along the valley of your breasts. 

Pulling off his shirt, he kissed your plush lips and stuck his tongue inside your sweet mouth. You blush at the sight of his muscular and scarred chest, feeling a delicious mix of nervousness and desire.

He took his trouser off and his cock sprang out. You gasped shyly and nervously bit your nails at the size. No way was this supposed to fit inside her. Snake laughed at her shocked face. 

“It’s fine, baby, I will be gentle,” he laughed. “Come on spread your legs, like that, good girl”

He spreads you even further, making you gasp. Snake seemed to find amusement in this, making you pout. Your eyes were fixated on one of his long fingers slowly going inside, making you breath heavily. 

“Gonna get you all stretched out for me” he said heavily, making you moan at the quickening pace as he pushed into two fingers, scissoring in and out. 

“Oh!” you moaned out. This was already so much, how can you handle his cock? 

Snake could not wait to put it in you as he pushed his large cock inside your tight pussy. You mewl and moan at the sudden intrusion. Good thing Snake stretched you out beforehand. However it did not stop the tears forming, your eyes pleading with him. 

“Snake, please-” You wanted every piece of him, now.

“Shhh..” he pressed gentle kisses on your lips. You felt your pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate his large cock. 

“Ah!” you gasp out as he slowly enters you, letting you dig your nails on his broad back. 

Snake groaned, wanting to push it all in but you were a virgin. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

“Good girl” he whispered into your ear, slowly easing in, until he was fully in. 

“I feel so full!” you said, your voice shaking. Snake laughed at that. 

“You will be feeling a lot more full after I am done with you” 

You gasp and pant for air, writhing underneath him. You were subject to the onslaught of his merciless thrusts. He had one hand on your generous hips and the other gripped on your lithe waist. He had better stamina than you so you were struggling to keep up. The strength of his hold leaves an ache in your body that warns of bruises to come, yet even in the midst of this pain, you cannot bear to ask him to stop. It was simply too good. You had orgasmed for the first time where it felt like your body electrified. If it was this good, you would have opened your legs for him earlier. 

As he continued to pound relentlessly into you, Snake had already released himself into you around four times, leaving you exhausted from the countless orgasms you had. He had stuffed you with his cum, leaving you full and satisfied.

He felt like he was in heaven. He had you on your knees and was fucking your tight wet cunt. Your body was nothing less than perfect and your beautiful face only adds fuel to his burning desire for you. Every shy whimper and plea you utter just serves to increase his fervor for you until he feels like he might never get enough of you. His eyes then fell on your plump ass and could not help but give it a firm slap, making it jiggle. 

“Snake!” you hissed, turning back at him with an angry pout.

“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically, his calloused hand stroking the soft flesh as he continued to pound into you. Oh gods, you were going to be the end of him.

“Oi, Snake come out,” Fox whispered near your window. Snake woke up and grumbled angrily, gently pulling off your arm that was wrapped around his waist so as to not wake you up. Then, he quickly got dressed already feeling irritated. . 

“Snake?” you murmured sleepily. “Are you going?

“Yeah, sorry” he replied apologetically, quickly pressing a kiss on your bruised lips.

“But I want to stay with you," you whispered, looking down.

Snake inwardly groaned at your pretty blushing face and pushed down the urge of leaping at you and fucking you again. 

“As much as I would like to do that more than anything else, I need to leave,” he said with a wry grin. “Besides, Thorgil is returning tomorrow. If he finds me like this with you, he'll skin me.”

You gulp at the mention of your older brother. No one terrified you more than him. Snake kissed you again, stroking your soft cheek and smiled, making your heart skip. 

“Sleep well” 

With that, he sneaked out of your window, leaving you to fall into a blissful sleep. 

Fox waited outside as Snake came out, looking disheveled but satisfied. 

"Hey, you were gone for quite a while," Fox commented with a smirk, knowing exactly what he had been up to. “You lucky bastard”

Snake rolled his eyes and punched Fox playfully. 

"Shut up. Let's go." He walked away, trying not to think about you and the temptation you posed.

[daisynik7]

I'm thinking about something...

[jeweldagger]

the sounds of swords clashing and houses breaking was loud, pained shouts of the villagers flooding your senses.

away from all the chaos, thorfinn had you up against a tree, his hands placed on your hips as he held your ass up, his dick plunging so deliciously into your cunt. eacb thrust came with a wet sound, your pretty pussy dripping all over his dick, along with his heavy balls.

your moans were so loud, so frantic, that maybe even the terrified and dying villagers could hear.

“shut up,” thorfinn would huff, a hand reluctantly leaving your hip, creeping to the nape of your neck, then moving to the front where he squeezed for a moment. “wouldn’t want your daddy askeladd to head, would you?”

you couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips, his dirty words and harsh thrusts were really getting to you. his calloused hand squeezed harder, almost cutting off your breathing. you choked out a moan, a coil begging to furl in your gut.

each of thorfinn’s thrusts was hard, pushing you into the tree. your cheek was rubbing uncomfortably against the bark, a rash would definitely show up later… however, the only thing on your mind was the way he fucked up so nicely into your sweet spot.

the til of his cock was just about to hit your cervix, and you swore you were about to cum that very second, until you heard your father’s voice.

askeladd was shouting at the other viking, commanding them to look for you, his daughter. and you knew you were fucked then…

thorfinn paid no mind, taking that as a sign to fuck you even harder. his thrusts began to grow harder, his hands grabbing onto your hips with a bruising grip. a fire lit in his abdomen, a grunt escaping his lips. he was close.

with a few more thrusts, you came over his cock, the liquid spilling from your little hole. thorfinn continued to fuck you, chasing his high as he revelled in your cute moans.

with a few more harsh thrusts, thorfinn shot his load deep into your pussy, his hot, thick cum reaching a depth you didn’t know existed. a soft whimper left his lips as his hand left your hips, fingers plunging into your tiny little hole.

“don’t waste any of my cum.” he’d growl into your ear, eyes darting towards the approaching vikings.

before you could voice a protest, your clothes were already pulled back on, along with thorfinn’s, the scene completely hidden as if thorfinn wasn’t fucking his cum back into you with his thick fingers.

“is everything alright, y/n?” your father’s voice was loud, his eyes narrowing as they landed on thorfinn. why was that brat so close to his daughter?

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Honeymoon with your Husband Levi (nsfw)

Stress Reliever (nsfw)

Accompanying Levi to hand out candies for the kids (fluff)

The Ackerman Family (fluff)

Hand placement // Hands (nsfw)

His touch makes you feel safe (fluff)

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Man of few words

On your period or pregnant

Levi eating pussy

Levi glares at you for wearing revealing clothes in public

Levi loves nicknames

Levi and you does skincare

Levi gives you a sensual gentle sex

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Thorfinn (manga panels)

Thorfinn x Gudrid (fanfic)

Thorfinn x Gudrid (manga panels)

Thorfinn being clueless (fanfic)

Thorfinn and his son Karli (manga panels)

Gudfinn being innocent babies (headcanon)

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[sinnerdolly]

Learning about the United Kingdom's history means imagine a bunch of nsfw one shots about huge beast men who fucks as good as they protect you.

[temariskadi]

"The Chains, We Serve"

Chapter 2 - Wine and whispers

Askeladd/Original female Character, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, pre-canon, canon compliant, hurt comfort, eventual smut, secret relationship

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content,

summary: In autumn of 995, Askeladd decides to sail homeward after a successful raid, only to be ensnared by a storm and encountered by hostile pirates As his ship needs repair, he docks at the village of his old companion Ulf before he can finally return home. However, his friend is away and Askeladd has to put up with someone else, he once revered. Bound by memories of admiration and a longing he cannot ignore, Askeladd embarks on a precarious path, torn between his desires and the inevitable consequences. AO3

Chapter 1

The rest of the night was surprisingly uneventful. A typical Danish feast: lots of wine and beer, bawling and dancing, and one or two fights. His men seemed to enjoy it to the fullest, without running riot, which surprised Askeladd. He knew from experience that his band liked to celebrate the return to their home country almost as much as a successful raid. While an old merchant chewed his ear off, he scanned the room. In the dark corners of the hall, he spotted men who pretended to drink but were actually observing the revellers. Askeladd recognised the village’s guards, who had watched the hall earlier that day. They pretended to celebrate like everyone else but kept a sharp eye on his men. He now noticed how some women, who were entertaining his men, subtly redirected their attention when necessary. Whenever two men seemed about to fight, one of these women would intervene with a broad smile and wine. He had to admit this tactic was quite effective.

Askeladd leaned back in his chair, smiling absentmindedly as the old merchant started quarrelling with someone else at the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he studied Skadi. There was no doubt this was her doing. With her experience with drunken warriors, she knew exactly what to expect. Nevertheless, he was impressed by her cunning procedure. I shouldn’t underestimate her, he thought with a grin.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Skadi asked softly and took a sip of wine.

Askeladd looked into his empty cup and shrugged, answering with a sly smile, “I can’t complain.” Without a word, she took a carafe from the table and filled his cup to the brim. Their eyes met only for a second before her gaze wandered through the room.

“That’s hardly a compliment.”

“I didn’t think you’d need my praise.” Askeladd took a large sip of wine, smiling when he noticed her reaction. The blonde looked at him with narrowed eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She took a breath before replying, “I didn’t ask for your praise.”

“As I said,” he insisted, pointing his cup to the crowd, “you don’t need my praise. The success of this night speaks for itself, doesn’t it?” Skadi rolled her eyes and sighed, much to his amusement. He loved teasing her; he loved to provoke a reaction. To some extent, he enjoyed winding up people, though he wasn’t sure why he found such pleasure in her frustration. Perhaps it reminded him of simpler times, filled with camaraderie and laughter. He remembered the battle, the shared glances, unspoken words and a mutual understanding. Yet tonight, there was a tension in her, a stiffness in her shoulders that he couldn't place. Her cold indifference fazed him. Like a battlement, he needed to overcome.

“But I must admit. You have my men under your control. That’s impressive.” He smiled at her and raised his glass, only for her to ignore his gesture.

“Do you usually just let them off the leash and watch?” she challenged him while her tone was still flat. Askeladd laughed and savoured his wine, his eyes flickering with mischief.

"A leash would be handy sometimes," he mused, his tone half-joking, half-serious. “They need their free run now and then.” He chuckled while Skadi refilled his cup. ”But you were always better at controlling situations. You always had your way with warriors,” he murmured, looking into her blue eyes and waiting for her reaction. After all these years, her expression remained a mystery to him. Had he ever been able to read her?

Briefly, Skadi’s fingers tightened slightly around her cup before swirling the wine in her glass. She seemed to ponder her words as she nipped deliberately. Droplets of red wine dampened on her mouth and underlined the fullness of her lips. Askeladd stared greedily at her wet lips when she answered, “I only ever did what was expected of me.” Noticing his stare, she licked the remaining wine from her lips with a smug smile. Feeling caught, Askeladd blinked to focus on their conversation again. It seemed he was not the only one who liked to challenge the other.

“And now you are expected to play host for a bunch of savages?”

“Looks like it.” She shrugged. “Times change and people, too.” A hint of sadness lingered in her voice that he couldn’t shake off.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Times might change, but people don’t.” He emptied his cup and looked at her intently. “You certainly didn’t.”

For a brief moment, her eyes widened, and her carefully constructed mask slipped, revealing a flicker of the woman he once knew. Noticing her struggle to reply, clenching her jaw, Askeladd quickly averted his gaze, puzzled by the strength of her reaction. Should he change the topic? He couldn't grasp why his comment—a mere observation meant to flatter—had struck such a deep chord.

“You don’t know me,” she finally said, slowly pouring him another cup of wine.

“Well, I – “, he began, only to be cut off by her intimidating look. She put the carafe down with deliberate calm and gave him a smile that made his veins run cold.

“You don’t know about my life now, Askeladd. Times change, and so do people. Everyone adapts to the tasks at hand, and my tasks are not on the battlefields anymore.”

“And how well you accomplished that!” he proclaimed, shifting awkwardly on his chair. Taking a deep gulp of wine, Askeladd thought about her words. True, he knew very little about her current life. Ever since she married Ulf, Askeladd has made himself scarce. Nevertheless, Ulf was a mighty ally, therefore he worked with him regularly. It was by pure chance that he never had the opportunity to visit their village. Wasn’t it? Certainly, he didn’t avoid Skadi on purpose. Why should he see the wife of his friend in the first place? He took another gulp from his cup. How come it’s empty again?! 

Askeladd turned towards Skadi to ask for the wine carafe and huffed. She was deep in a conversation with an older man, and although she smiled at him cordially, her eyes seemed lifeless. Her counterpart didn’t seem to notice as he stared at her breasts. Ugly bastard, Askeladd thought and tried to reach for the wine himself.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. People screamed as a towering shadow loomed over them before it crashed onto their table. Dishes, food and wine were tossed in the air and the table nearly cracked under the weight of the figure. Whilst the others were splashed with wine and beer, Askeladd and Skadi had jumped to their feet. With raised brows, Askeladd recognised Torgrim, one of his men, lying on the table. Torgrim looked up to Skadi wide-eyed as she held a dagger to his throat.

Askeladd glanced back and forth between them before he asked with a chuckle, “Torgrim, old chap. What exactly are you doing?” Since Skadi didn’t withdraw her dagger, her gaze alone was almost lethal, Torgrim dared not to move and gulped.

“Some….one…. threw me.”

Askeladd burst out laughing and ignored the piercing look Skadi threw at him.

“You should definitely practice your landing, it needs refinement,” he cackled, and the other guest joined in. Skadi sighed in annoyance and dispersed the dagger as fast as she had fetched it. Immediately afterwards, Torgrim seized his chance and crawled off the table to disappear into the cheering crowd.

“A hidden dagger?” Askeladd asked amusedly, ignoring Skadi’s resentment.

“What about it?” she sneered, “Do you honestly think I feast a bunch of beasts without a weapon to protect me and my possessions?” She looked at Askeladd in disbelief and pointed to his arms. “What about that?”

Askeladd looked down and saw the wine carafe, he had fetched from the table before Torgrim could dash it into pieces. He still held it protectively in his arms like a child.

“Oh,” He grinned. “I also try to protect your possessions.”

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An intense throbbing in his temples woke him abruptly. He tried to open his eyes, but it felt like the entire world was spinning. The morning light that came through the small window to his left blinded him even in this dim room. Askeladd blinked and held his head as if it could fall from his neck, even though he was lying on a bed. Bed? Whose bed is this? He turned his head, and, to his relief, he was alone.

Wouldn’t be the first time to wake up next to a stranger, he thought, and with a groan, pushing himself up to sit at the bed’s edge. Squinting, he hoped the world would finally stop turning and his stomach would stop rebelling. The lingering smell of stale ale and sweat wasn’t helping at all. With a grunt, the Viking forced himself to stand up and move towards the door, one hand steadying himself against the wall. Attempting to move his head as little as possible, he examined the barely furnished room but didn't recognise anything. Where had he ended up? And how? Askeladd couldn’t remember a thing from last night.

Exiting the room, he stood in a narrow, slightly familiar corridor. The air was better, and he didn’t feel like he was inhaling beer directly into his lungs anymore. His footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor as he wandered through the corridor before it opened into the great hall. The morning light streamed through high windows, casting long shadows across the wooden tables and benches. The hall was eerily quiet, save for the faint clinking of metal and the rustle of straw.

Askeladd looked for the source of the noise and found Ingrid with her back turned to him, swiftly moving between the tables, clearing away the leftovers from last night. Her brown hair was in a tight, long braid, reaching up to her behind. With her hands full of plates, she turned and looked at Askeladd in shock. He raised his brows, then looked down at himself hastily. Thank the gods, I’m dressed. Wouldn’t be the first time either….

“My Lord!” Ingrid said then corrected herself, “Askeladd. You are awake.”

“You seem surprised,” he answered, his voice still rough from the night.

Ingrid shook her head and smiled, pulling up a chair with a cracking sound that nearly killed him.

“The mistress said you wouldn’t get up before noon. I didn’t expect you this early. Please, sit down.” She smiled politely. Swallowing down a groan, Askeladd sat, trying to smile back at the young woman.

“Why would she think that?” he asked hoarsely.

Ingrid gave him a beaming smile, even though Askeladd noticed the amusement flickering across her face.

“Well, you enjoyed yourself very much yesterday.” She chuckled and cleared the table in front of him. No matter how hard he tried to remember, Askeladd couldn’t piece together the hazy memories.

“Between you and me,” he murmured with a rueful smile as he gave her a wink. “How did I end up in that room?”

Ingrid blushed and explained in a muffled voice, “That’s the room I had prepared for you. But you were in no state to find your bed yourself, so Skadi had you brought to your room. She said you’d needed the rest, and you would probably sleep until noon.”

“How awfully kind of her,” he replied between his teeth, though Ingrid missed the incisive tone. “I should thank her, then. And maybe apologise?”

“There's nothing to apologise for. In fact, you were incredibly entertaining.” Blushing, Ingrid gave him a coy smile before she left the hall to get him breakfast.

Askeladd sighed deeply and leaned back, putting one arm over his eyes. Even though a night and a morning like this were not particularly out of the ordinary for him, he wondered how he could have been so careless. When was the last time he drank himself unconscious? At least when he wasn’t at home. Or with other people. Since Ulf wasn’t present and his wife wasn’t as easy to sway, he had intended to be wary. The blonde rubbed his eyes with a loud groan. Skadi’s sharp gaze with her piercing blue eyes appeared in his mind. For a moment, he recalled her smug smile and her lips, but quickly dismissed the memory. She is a tough nut to crack, he thought, even though he wasn’t sure why he needed to crack her in the first place.

Had it always been this tense with her? Well, times were easier back then, weren’t they? He hadn’t been the captain of his band, but a mere warrior trying to prove himself. Back then, he was impressed and captivated by Skadi, her appearance, her intellect, and her whole aura. It was the first time he had ever seen a shieldmaiden, much less a woman who was both strong and prepared to battle. Askeladd remembered how she had walked on the battlefield with great naturalness, lethal for every Saxon crossing her way. She handled the other Vikings with playfulness or, when called upon, cruelty. She was born as a ruler and commander, as a princess. The woman he spoke with yesterday didn't seem the same. It was evident that she could see right through and control people. However, her aura and presence had diminished. Unwillingly, Askeladd was haunted by her cold gaze.

The clinking of plates called his attention to Ingrid, who walked to him with a broad smile. In her hands, she held a mug and a bowl. From the smell, Askeladd guessed it was porridge, now noticing his hunger. When she put the bowl and the mug, filled with cold water, on the table, he smiled gratefully at her.

“You're my saviour,” he proclaimed overenthusiastically. “I don't deserve your kindness.” Ingrid blushed and pressed her lips together shyly. Askeladd observed his bashful behaviour, he hit on an idea.

“Please, sit down.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. “I don't like eating alone, especially if I could have such delightful company.” He gave her his most dazzling smile, chuckling inside, when she immediately sat down, crimson-faced. I still have it in me. He laughed internally. The previous night had made him doubt his ability to win others over. Even though he didn't want to admit it, the fact that his smiles, compliments, and humour deflected off Skadi hit him harder than expected.

“I hope I don't keep you from anything important?” he asked, stirring in his porridge. “Your mistress seems to put you in charge of many demanding tasks.” Pleased, he watched Ingrid sit up straight, confidently locking eyes with Askeladd.

“I've learned a lot from her! I'm very happy to work for her, and she always gives me chances to prove myself.” Ingrid answered with a cheerful singsong.

Askeladd began to eat and asked between spoons, “How long have you been working for the chief’s family?” His voice was nonchalant, trying to seem casual despite paying attention to every move and sound she made.

“Since the master married Skadi! He wanted to gift her a slave, but she refused. She said she wanted servants she could trust and who already lived in the village and knew everything around.” Ingrid beamed as she spoke, swinging cheerfully on her chair backwards and forwards. Askeladd smiled at her, ignoring her blatant self-praise. Easy prey.

“I haven’t left the mistress’ side since! At first, I was just a maid, but she put her trust in me, and now I keep the house for the master and her.” Ingrid’s eyes twinkled, and she gestured widely. “It’s a lot of work, you know? The village grows and grows. Obviously, the household of the chieftain as well. We need many servants, and they need to be managed. The mistress has a lot of important duties. She cannot do it alone. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Askeladd agreed, nodding his head. “I’ve already noticed how much you support Skadi. You’re clearly an indispensable pillar.”

The young woman nodded fiercely, then explained, “The mistress has so many duties and responsibilities! Day in, day out, she has to make decisions for the whole village. All by herself. I’m happy to help where I can.”

Askeladd raised his brows. Putting on an air of innocence, he said, “I’m glad she has someone as reliable as you by her side. Is Ulf gone for so long at a time?”

Still giggling because of his praise, Ingrid nodded. “Yes, gone for months at a time. When they were newlyweds, he stayed here most of the time. He had been gone for weeks or two months. But now he’s on a raid for over four months already!” She grimaced and shook her head.

Leaning back into his chair, Askeladd thought about what he just heard.

“It must be hard for your mistress to- “, he began, but Ingrid interrupted him impatiently.

“Of course it is hard! My mistress came to our village just for our master, and he leaves her alone most of the time. And when the master’s gone, it doesn’t help much with their other problem.”

“Their other problem?” he asked and leaned closer. Ingrid's brown eyes widened, but she stayed silent, fidgeting with her fingers. Carefully, Askeladd leaned over the table and put his hand on hers.

With a reassuring smile, he whispered, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me. You’re a loyal servant to your master.” The young woman relaxed visibly, but he gave it a shot as she didn’t pull back.

“It’s just. I’m a longtime friend of them both, and I’m concerned for their wellbeing.” He leaned in closer, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

“That’s just between the two of us,” he spoke soothingly. “I just want to help. I felt something was odd; I’ve known Skadi since we were young.”

“Really?” she answered, hopefully. Well, at least we were younger than we are now. Ingrid thought about it, pressing her lips together before she smiled at him. The table cracked slightly when she leaned over to get even closer to Askeladd. To an innocent bystander, it must have looked like she wanted to kiss him.

“The mistress is wonderful and gorgeous,” she murmured. “I don’t think it is her fault. But people begin to talk.” Askeladd hid his curiosity behind an empathetic expression. He knew that pushing Ingrid wouldn’t help, even though he just wanted her to tell him now.

“Well, it’s just,” Ingrid paused again, pondering her word, “It’s what’s expected of her. Of both of them! For the future of the village, everybody would be at ease if they... well… if the master had- “

“An heir,” Askeladd concluded blankly. Of course. They had been married for years, but he never heard about a child. Ulf was not just the leader of a mercenary band like Askeladd, but the chieftain of a prosperous village. He needed an heir.

“What are you plotting with my maid?” A clear voice interrupted his thoughts, and Ingrid jumped from her seat suddenly. When Askeladd turned, he saw Skadi entering the great hall with Björn walking behind her. Although Björn was taller by a head and overall broader than her, he seemed like a small boy trotting behind her. Her eyes flickered from Askeladd to Ingrid, then back to Askeladd, scrutinising him closely. He held her gaze with a set smile. It took more to intimidate someone as hard-bitten as him.

“A wonderful morning to you, too,” he said in his most charming voice, noticing happily how one of her eyelids twitched in irritation.

“Good morning, Askeladd,” she answered in an equally charming but biting tone. “I hope you had a pleasant night.” She leaned with one hand against the table and accidentally pushed a metal plate to the ground. The clanking echoed through the hall and into Askeladd’s skull. He held his temples, hoping the throbbing pain would ease.

“Oh! Clumsy me! Ingrid, please clean that up,” she ordered happily before she turned to Askeladd. “Are you not feeling well?” She grinned down at him. Bitch.

“I feel splendid,” he sighed, looking up at her, “all thanks to your hospitality. I will be forever grateful.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, but Skadi only showed him a lopsided grin.

“As if I could send the friend and ally of my husband away.” Again, she showed him a smile; however, Askeladd noticed her jar clenching slightly and the way she observed him from top to bottom. He tried to ignore her gaze while he ate the last bit of his porridge. Björn sat down on the bench straddle-legged, facing Askeladd with narrowed eyes. As he watched their taunting, his friend crossed his arms.

“What about our ship?” Askeladd murmured to him.

“It takes longer than we thought.”

“Longer than a week?!” the blonde hissed. Björn only nodded with a grumble.

That was no good news. Coming here at all was not his plan, let alone being stranded here for days. Or more than a week. This meant additional expenses as well as the cancellation of the raid he had planned next. He gritted his teeth while thinking about his next steps.

“What did you expect with a cracked mast?” Skadi asked amusedly. She had sat down in front of Askeladd while he was so deep in thoughts he hadn’t even noticed. Leaning her elbow on the table, she rested her head on it and smirked at him. If the whole situation hadn't been so frustrating, he may have considered her attractive. But it was frustrating, and Skadi was one of the reasons for that.

“I don’t expect anything,” Askeladd snarled and turned to his friend. “I’ll speak to the harbour master. Then we’ll see what comes next.”

“I don’t think a broken mast is a matter of negotiation or manipulation,” Skadi chimed in, still smiling broadly.

“You have quite a malicious impression of me, don’t you?”

With a smug grin, she sat straight and caught his gaze.

“I do. I know you.”

Björn looked between them with raised brows. Askeladd felt the confused gaze of his friend but still glared at the woman in front of him. Later, he probably had some questions to answer. A cough gained his reaction, and he watched Björn stand up.

“I get going. Someone should keep half an eye on...” His gaze wandered between the two. “Our boys.” Without waiting for an answer, he went outside and left the two of them alone.

“Huh, you chased him away,” Askeladd said matter-of-factly, making her laugh. This was probably the first genuine laugh he had heard from her since he arrived. It was hearty and honest laughter; he felt captivating. But this only lasted for a moment before she composed herself and looked at him challengingly.

“I’d guess he is embarrassed by the drunken state of his captain,” she teased.

“Hmm…no.” Pretending to ponder, Askeladd stroked his beard. “He would have left my crew years ago.” They smiled at each other, and as the morning light shone into her face, he noticed the light blue colour of her eyes. It reminded him of the frozen sea in the north, equally fascinating as terrifying.

“Do you want me to bring you to the harbourmaster?” she asked, once again showing her restrained demeanour.

“Can’t be helped, can it?” Askeladd huffed and supported himself against the table to stand up. They left the great hall and walked the narrow street towards the harbour wordlessly. The bright sun stung into his eyes, and the buzzing of the village brought back his headache. However, it was a pleasant morning, and the salty breeze from the sea helped his stomach recover from last night. As they walked past the houses and market stalls, he tried to push the thought of the upcoming expenses and problems away. Yet, his avoidance became more pointless with every step closer to the harbour. He cleared his throat to gain Skadi’s attention.

“We still need to talk about the cost of our accommodation.”

Without looking back at him, she simply shrugged, “There’s no need for that.”

Askeladd raised his brows in surprise and walked faster to catch up with her.

“How come? You wouldn’t let me and my men stay for free.”

“You already paid,” she stated bluntly. Askeladd stopped in his tracks and looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for an explanation.

“I didn’t pay anything,” he said bewilderedly. “We didn’t even talk about a price yesterday!”

Now, Skadi stopped as well and turned around to look at him, feigning innocence.

“Oh, we did. I was willing to bargain, but you felt ‘generous’ as you put it yesterday.”

Askeladd looked at her, completely baffled, so she continued with a poorly suppressed smile.

“You may not remember, but we talked about everything yesterday. The price as well.”

“How much?” was everything Askeladd could press through his grinding teeth.

“Five gold coins per day. Everything included,” Skadi explained with a smug smile. For a second, Askeladd thought he had to throw up again. His face reddened, and he glared at her. That amount was sheer robbery. Including the estimated cost of ship repair, if they stayed for two weeks, it could ruin him. At least he had to spend his savings on the winter accommodation. Or they had to go on raids through the winter. Always a bad idea.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. You even gave me the money for five days. With witnesses.” She tricked him. Somehow, she had tricked him, and he didn’t even remember a thing. His mind was racing as he tried to comprehend what she said. Why should he give her so much money without at least trying to negotiate a better deal? He must have been out of his mind. As he tried to make sense of the situation, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and scrutinised her.

“What have you…the wine! What have you put in the wine?” he snapped, pointing at her accusingly. However, Skadi laughed loudly and turned away to resume his way to the harbour. This time, her laughter didn’t please him.

“I didn’t put anything in the wine,” she laughed and looked over her shoulder cockily. “I just put a lot of wine into you.” The blonde Viking captain looked at her with an open mouth, gasping like a fish on land. Blurred glimpses of memories flashed through his mind. In all of them, the moment he had emptied his cup, Skadi poured him another. She got me drunk, and I didn’t even notice.

He froze, looking at her wide-eyed. When had he ever been so naive? Askeladd couldn't even remember. People around them began to notice their dispute and watched them noisily, but Skadi strolled to the harbour as if nothing had happened. When he still didn’t follow her, she finally turned back, grinning from ear to ear.

“What is it, Askeladd? Can’t you hold your liquor?” She teased him before she lowered her voice to add, “You should be careful. People could take advantage of you.”

[dejwrld]

i should really make sure i show up in the vinland saga x reader tags 🫶🏾

[getosbraincum]

not enough heavy thorkell smut out there... wondering if i may have to do the work myself

[satoruni]

thorgil x reader please, where hes only soft for her mb some nsfw? im in love with ur vinland saga posts. Hope your requests arent closed

Omggg thank you!

Thorgil was a formidable figure, striking fear into the hearts of all those who resided on the farm. With each return, he bore new scars, his presence even more terrifying than before. Yet the one thing that remained unwavering was his love for you.

it baffled everyone. You were a sweet and gentle thing,content in the quiet tranquillity of the farm life. Unlike Thorgil who left to serve under the King. Nevertheless, Thorgil was inexplicably enamoured by you. Since your childhood, his adoration for you had been as apparent as the sky's hue. Witnessing such an intimida ting figure crumble in the presence of a girl amused all who observed.

Whenever he came back, he would never fail to see you first before he would meet his family. Thorgil pushed past your terrified parents and siblings' who gulped at the large sword slung over broad shoulders. Thorgil ignored the commotion, instead he would reach over to your smaller form to pick you up from behind. He would plant a deep kiss, prompting a cute squeal from you.

Thorgil would then whisks you away to your room where it would remain locked in your room. Of course, your parents were mortified at their unmarried daughter being in a locked room alone with a man. However, they could not do much unless they want to be on the receiving end of Thorgil's wrath. He would cradle you close to him, listening to you talking about your day excitedly. Nothing in the world would ever compare to being with you in his arms.

What would be close enough to compare was him spreading your legs wide while he lapped hungrily at your pussy. You tried to keep your stammers in but it was no use. Thorgil loved to hear your voice screaming for him and by the end of the night, he would have the whole farm hear you do just that.

By the end of your lovemaking, your sweaty bodies would be entangled in the sheets. Thorgil's muscular arms would wrap possessively around your frame, holding you close to his chest. From the steady beating of his heart, you would be slowly lulled to sleep in his arms.

[theunchainedmelody]

Freyja’s Blessing- A Vinland Saga smut fic feat. Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, & Snake [one-shot]

Ship: Arnheid x Einar romance. MFM foursome (Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, Snake). Content Warnings: Super explicit sex scenes. Poly dynamic. Trigger warnings listed below.

Summary: Arnheid has been sent to take care of the old master Sverkel. Soon, a peaceful evening of cooking and sharing a meal with Einar, Thorfinn, and Snake takes a sensual turn as pent-up desires begin to surface. Growing feelings between Einar and Arnheid are blossoming, but will she end up spending the night with him or all three of these men?

A smutty one shot with a happy ending for dear Arnheid!

Preface: Ketil tripped on a rock and fucking died lol. His son Olmar wound up taking over the farm, and so Arnheid’s life has gotten easier. She is not with child in this version. I also promise this doesn’t lead into Gardar’s death or her own. All that aside, this fic plays out extremely close to Season 2’s episode 13 with Arnheid being sent to watch over Sverkel after his fall.| Trigger Warnings: As Arnheid canonically has a dark past as a non-consensual sex slave to Ketil, this will be brought up briefly at different moments. One of Thorfinn’s memories eludes to having witnessed rape when he was a Viking. Moments where Arnheid worries she’s “damaged goods” or “sinful” represent her erroneous thoughts and do not reflect my own opinion. Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy! ~ASQ

Arnheid’s life had been a sorrowful mess for the last six years. At first, it had seemed a blessing, well with her arranged marriage somehow working out for the better. Indeed, Gardar had been a loving husband and equally attentive father to their son. Utterly handsome as well. However, the day iron was discovered outside her village was the day Arnheid felt her stomach turn to rot, fearing Thor’s heavenly gift of iron would prove naught but an ill tiding. In the end, her premonition proved true. War between clans soon erupted, each seeking out valuable metals for the uplifting of their people’s fortune. In the end, it merely uprooted everything they’d built. Viking raiders slew her beloved son Hjalti and she, like the other women of the village, was shipped deep into the land of the Danes. Being a renowned beauty became something of a curse for her, and even the sweet Ketil proved a cruel master behind locked doors. While she was made to please him, she dreamed of Gardar whose fate remained unknown. Had her beloved husband perished or met the same end as her, a lifetime in bondage? Regardless, her own life was over. Unlike the men of the farm, she would not be allowed to buy her freedom. Forever would she remain a slave. And so, despair took her heart, and through it, she could only smile and be kind to the misfortunate, even as it began to rain. It soaked her to the bone.

Arnheid remembered the day it stopped raining. It was when she had met Einar for the first time, a shared greeting at the homestead well. Timid, kind, and handsome, a face difficult to hate, although perhaps the resemblance to her husband didn’t hurt matters. Either way, his warm demeanor made for jovial company and around the master’s well, she and he would make conversation at dawn. Einar was her first friend on Ketil’s farm, and in truth, his companion Thorfinn was pleasant in his own way. In the past, he’d never so much as lent her a passing gaze, but that made him fascinating in his own way. He lacked the carnality of other men on the farm, and she would have gladly admired it if not for the deep wells of sadness Arnheid sometimes sensed in him. And yet, these days, Thorfinn seemed far livelier and far more compassionate, perhaps due to his friendship with the spirited Einar.

Einar and Thorfinn were good men, she was sure of that. Their hearts were not cruel like the mistress nor hiding venom like Ketil.

In time, she’d come to see both men as her best of friends.

And Arnheid’s fortune only continued with the passing of Ketil.

With her master having perished, she was free to never again visit his bed chambers at dusk. His son Olmar was rowdy and foolish, but on his deathbed, Ketil had named him his heir on account of Thorgil being off serving King Canute. However, Arnheid knew the real reason was that Ketil had always feared Thorgil’s bloodthirsty nature, his vigor in battle. Arnheid was relieved by his choice. Olmar was famously brash and impulsive, but his father’s passing brought on tribulations. With it, he was forced to grow into a man. He’d prove a more compassionate master to Arnheid, protecting her from his mother and allowing her to work off her debt. The young man had little interest in her, being rather taken by Oddny who he had quickly freed, so desperate to not repeat the mistakes of his father.

It was a wonderous thing to be free, to know life might continue past the slavery she’d known the last five or six years.

Fortune smiled on Arnheid yet again as she was granted more freedom away from the master’s manor, away from Ketil’s callous widow. From now on, she was to personally see to the care of the old master, Sverkel.

It was a pity that her new housing was not obtained through more fortunate circumstances. The poor old man had collapsed in his own wheat field. Had Snake not searched so vehemently for him, the situation may have been all the more dire. As it were, Arnheid was happy to nurse Sverkel back to some manner of health. She knew little of Ketils’ father other than he was described as a crochety old man, but being bedridden was surely a terrible thing. Arnheid wanted greatly to ease his days. And for that, she’d start with a home-cooked meal.

Gardar had always praised her cooking, but Arnheid wouldn’t say her food was anything special. Besides, the old man with his lack of teeth and weak condition was best kept on some healthy barley porridge for the time being. But what of the others? Apparently, Snake, the leader of the hired swords, was accustomed to sharing meals with the old master? Was the master a cook himself? Even more, her friends Einar and Thorfinn had chosen to linger for the rest of the day, eager to help her out. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to prepare something for them, something beyond a slave’s issue of rations?

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“Master Sverkel,” asked Arnheid, “I’ve brought over all I could carry from the mistress’ pantry. Might I cook enough for Einar and Thorfinn too? And Snake of course. I know how you care for him.”

Sverkel twisted his head angrily in his bunk as he replied, “Ugh. Don’t speak to me of Snake, that useless urchin. And I don’t care if you make food for the others. If you have that much food, you might as well cook it.”

Arnheid beamed back at him and said, “Thank you, Master Sverkil.”

The old man replied, “Don’t be so rigid. I don’t care about politeness.”

“Oh,” she said with a blink before smiling warmly at him. He was being rude about it, but she caught his meaning. Sverkel wasn’t a fan of Arnheid playing the role of the respectful slave. If he wanted her to relax, she was more than happy to do so.

Arnheid continued, “As you wish. I’ll see to dinner then.”

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The blonde beauty got to boiling and cooking up all sorts of meat, brewing a stew, and baking flatbread. Hours of slaving in the kitchen soon made use of the bounty. Arnheid was proud of the excess of it, enough for a lordly feast. She’d laid out sausages with sauces, cheeses, bread, apple porridge, fried fish, savory pork, and a multitude of vegetable dishes. The scent of such savory goods must have attracted the others because the house was now swarming with strapping-young men all hungry for supper.

Minutes later, Arnheid was giggling at the way all three gawked at the table spread, eyes straining to absorb each platter of hearty food. The reaction seemed more appropriate to her offering them a chest full of silver than some meat dishes.

Einar asked sweetly, “Is there really enough here for us, Arnheid?”

Arnheid, who was still putting together the old master’s porridge, nodded to him as she answered, “Yes. The old master said it would be alright for me to cook for all of you. I’m not sure if you’ll like it tho-”

The second she said it, the three men began to devour their meal without hesitation, spoons and bowls clamoring.

She remarked, “Oh, I see none of you pray first.”

Arnheid wasn’t sure if to be shocked or amused by the barbaric display, but more than anything, she felt herself melt at the sight. The way their faces lit up from eating her cooking was the greatest reward she could ask for. She’d not had the pleasure to cook for anyone outside of Ketil’s house until now. The last time she could recall was when she was a housewife, practically a lifetime ago. And yet, here she found herself, being greeted by the sound of hungry guests exclaiming “Delicious!” and “This is incredible!”

Einar’s enthusiasm, in particular, warmed her heart. She’d wanted to do something nice for him to thank him for his kindness. And yet, perhaps there was a deeper desire creeping its way to the surface, the yearning to gain his praise. Einar had been prone to praising her, a gesture that not only got her through the day but made her heart flutter. Hearing him worship her cooking was elating to Arnheid.

“Is it really that good?” she asked in disbelief. Part of her still feared they were simply being kind.

Einar said, “I haven’t eaten food this delicious in my entire life!”

Arnheid beamed at him, cheeks tinted pink. The others had joined in on singing her endless praises, an act that was leaving her ever bashful. Compliments didn’t suit a simple woman like Arnheid. Even so, she found herself readily accepting their charitable words.

Once the sensation had soaked into her bones, Arnheid brought over a bowl of mash for Sverkel. She seated herself down on a wooden chair beside him, drawing out a spoon to feed her patient. He quickly protested but Snake began to mock him relentlessly, accusing the elderly man of being stubborn and shy.

“Please don’t tease the Old Master,” said Arnheid chipperly.

She beamed as Sverkel finally relented, allowing her passage to his mouth. As he downed the spoonful of peas and barley, Snake’s gaze fell fully upon her. The arrogant swordsman flashed his fangs at the blonde widow, his eyes uncharacteristically fixated on her. It was a sight she’d never seen on the sword-for-hire’s face.

He said, “You’re a good woman, Arnheid. You should be mine.”

Arnheid wished she could beam and laugh off his words as she often did with compliments, as she would whenever Einar fawned over her. Einar’s words were chivalrous and platonic, but Snake had a reputation for sleeping with every farmer’s daughter and visiting brothels. Not once had he ever let his gaze fall lustfully upon Arnheid. Now, Arnheid did not consider herself particularly beautiful but her physical appearance had been something of a curse around Ketil. He was far from the only one. She was used to the longing stares of various farmhands. However, Snake had been different. Due to his code of honor, he’d never even entertain the thought of wooing Ketil’s favorite slave. Arnheid had her suspicions as to the reason behind his restraint. For Snake, such an act would be a betrayal of his patron, garnering only shame. And yet, here with Ketil’s passing was the handsome sentry singing her sweet praises. The suddenness of it left her shaken, and there was a bit of heat creeping down her ears. She hoped the others would not notice.

Arnheid tried to cooly reply, “That’s sweet of you to say, Snake.”

Einar chimed in, “Master Snake, don’t say such weird things to Arnheid!”

There it was again, Einar’s chivalry. She wondered if he was jealous of Snake’s advances or if it was simple kindness. Then again, it was possible it was some combination of both qualities. Einar was undoubtedly kind, and she would not resent him if he had such desires. Perhaps she’d even welcome them. As such, Arnheid hoped desperately Snake would not cause Einar pain with his attempts to bed her.

Sverkel asked callously, “Snake, have you no decency?”

“What? I…I don’t serve-” answered Snake, pausing as he realized Ketil’s father was seated beside him. He rubbed the stubble of his sharp jaw and continued, “My debt is now to the son. Which means Arnheid is free to choose a man of her choice. And there’s no man more handsome on the farm than I.”

Thorfinn said, “Is that so, Master Snake? Incredible.”

Sverkel said, “What’s so admirable about that? Don’t listen to Snake’s lies!”

Arnheid giggled at it all, her own amusement doing wonders to mask her unease.

Pushing a strand of long brown hair out of his face, Snake now said playfully, “Relax, gramps. I’m not one to make a move on a woman not inviting me into her bedroom first. Besides, maybe there’s another man she wants to spend the night with.”

Einar began to choke on his food. Thorfinn blinked rapidly as well, appearing confused by the entire conversation.

“Or…” said Snake, “More than one. Maybe she lured a bunch of handsome men into one place to seduce them all. Our very own Freyja.”

The blonde woman was a flustered mess as she protested, “Snake! I’d never do something so lecherous!”

Sverkel now snapped, “Snake, one more word and you’re out! Not another bite of food, I swear.”

“Fine!” snapped Snake. “It was a joke. I’m… I apologize.”

His emerald eyes met Arnheid’s for a moment and it was surprisingly earnest. As she thought, Snake was someone who could be trusted, even if not to the extent of Einar and Thorfinn. He was dangerous but only if she wished him to be. And so, Arnheid offered him a curt nod back, trying to soften her flustered expression. This entire conversation had gone in such a strange direction. Arnheid hurriedly resumed feeding the old man while the others engorged themselves on a second helping of dinner.

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With supper concluded, Arnheid took to bringing the filthy dishes to the well, intent on scrubbing them before the day was over. Even though it would prove a laborious task as always, Arnheid was content. Good company and an extra serving of dinner had put her in an excellent mood. It wasn’t often she was allowed to indulge at dinnertime. Ketil wanted her to be lithe and slender for his pleasure. He’d sigh in disappointment if he ever caught her exceeding her station. The mistress would take the opportunity to mock her, branding her a greedy sow. And yet, none of her friends batted an eyelash at the sight of her eating another helping of sausage and cheese.

As she dwelled on the filling meal, Arnheid caught a glimpse of Einar’s large frame marching outside, making his way towards her. He knelt down at the tub of dishes and reached for a rag. As Arnheid drew up well water in a bucket, the redheaded slave had taken to scrubbing clean a bowl, readying it for the stack of clean dishes she’d planted on a nearby towel. How kind of him. His charitable heart seemed to know no bounds. And yet a sting of guilt accompanied the admiration she felt for his exceeding kindness. How she wished Einar would enjoy an evening of comfort, if just this once!

“I’ll wash the dishes,” she said.

Einar replied, “No, I’ll do it. Don’t worry yourself, Arnheid.”

She smiled at his sweet actions, her mind turning to a pertinent act of conversation.

“I’m glad the old master is doing better than I’d heard. And he doesn’t seem as scary as they say.”

In fact, Arnheid thought he was rather kind beneath his gruff exterior. After all, why else would he go as far as to lend Thorfinn and Einar a horse for their farmwork? Why else would he rebuke Snake and let her feed her friends?

“I haven’t had so much fun at a meal in a longtime,” continued Arnheid serenely.

“Neither have I.”

“It was like,” she confessed, mind swimming in memory, “I was free again.”

Einar’s blue eyes reflected the sentiment, softening in fondness as he agreed, saying, “You’re right. It felt so much like it used to be.”

Neither of them saw Thorfinn gazing at them from the doorway, looking awestruck at their words.

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Once the dishes were polished clean, Snake took Einar to drag in a bed for Arnheid to sleep on given she’d be staying overnight. This left Arnheid in a unique situation, one she was seldom accustomed to: being alone with Einar’s friend Thorfinn. Of course, the old man was there too but he was already trying to shut his eyes, having worn himself out from all the protesting and grumbling.

Again, Arnheid found her heart racing, being alone with a man. Something about Snake’s words had uprooted her and left her unable to cast the thought out of her mind. It was as if some arrow had lodged itself deep in her, one laced in snake venom. She’d felt so at peace around them all evening, knowing these were all men to be trusted. She doubted Snake would really try to make a move on her that night. What was it then? If she felt safe around them then who was it she didn’t feels safe around? Was it herself? Snake had implied Arnheid might be a temptress. Surely, that was folly but even so, something had overtaken her. She felt elated. Her stomach was filled with food, her cheeks were buzzing from a cup of wine, and she was alone with this man for once in her life.

The feeling was too unsettling to let fester, so Arnheid buried it deep. Thorfinn saw her as something of a friend, and she saw him as one too. Of all three men, he seemed the one least possessing carnal interests and that itself was a mystery. What did she truly know about Thorfinn other than that he was nice? Well, he had laughed at dinner when Snake teased the old master. For Arnheid, it was remarkable to see such a side of him, and she wondered what else lurked beneath the surface.

“Thank you for your help, Thorfinn,” said Arnheid kindly.

“It’s no problem,” he answered evenly, checking the tie on his long blond hair. “Um... dinner was delicious.”

“I’m glad,” she said, beaming at the compliment. This was surely the longest conversation they’ve ever held, and it left Arnheid simply overjoyed.

He said, “Einhar seems happy.”

“He does…”

Thorfinn’s brown eyes shifted away as he remarked, “Um… I... I’m glad he’s able to relax like this. I didn’t mean to, but I overheard what you two said. That it was like being free.”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t mean to pry!” he said swiftly, a tone of desperation.

She tossed a dismissive hand in the air and responded, “Hardly any reason to apologize. It wasn’t a secret conversation.”

“Um… I’m sorry, Arnheid. That you’ve been stuck a slave for so long.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry too, Thorfinn. I don’t know how you became a slave, but no one deserves such a fate. And you… You seem so kind.”

“I… I wasn’t always kind,” he said. “The truth is…”

He peaked to the corner of the room. The old man was snoring beneath his covers. She saw Thorfinn’s pained expression, as if he were going to admit to having slain her son personally. What was this guilt?

“Thorfinn? It’s okay.”

He whispered, “It’s not okay. There was a time when I was.. I was a Viking.”

“Oh…” said Arnheid, gulping slightly.

“You’d be right to hate me for that, I suppose. Vikings imprisoned all the slaves on this farm. I killed so many with these two hands.”

She saw him gaze down at his own palms, as if expecting to see blood staining them.

Arnheid said, “I don’t hate you. My husband was a Viking. We’re both Danes. It’s not as if you were the one that... That dragged me away from that life.”

“Thank you, Arnheid. You’re kind… Too kind given what’s happened.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself, Thorfinn,” she said back tenderly.

“Dinner tonight was good,” he said. “I… I can’t much remember my life before I became a Viking. I was just a child when I joined a crew, trying to avenge my father by going after the Viking who did it. But before that… I… I just know that your food reminded me of eating meals with my family.”

“Oh… Thorfinn… I’m so happy. So very happy.”

“Why?”

She said, “Knowing people liked my cooking is a good feeling. But I never thought it could impact someone like it did for you. So, thank you for giving me that.”

He rubbed the back of his head now and said, “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”

Arnheid blocked his exit, so afraid he’d go back to hiding himself  from her, back into his shell, just when they were starting to be friends.

She said, “Stay. No need to sleep in the stable tonight. Snake’s bringing over some straw and furs for me. There will be enough for you both too, I’m sure.”

“I suppose that’d be okay,” he said evenly. Thorfinn showed no reaction her words. Arnheid didn’t realize it, but the young man had no clue as to propriety nor any scandal that might emerge from a woman being alone in a house with several male guests.

Arnheid said, “Good. I enjoy your company.”

“You do?”

“Yes. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Thorfinn gazed at her awestruck for a moment before smiling and saying, “Yes.”

“A smile suits you, Thorfinn. You seemed so sad when we first met.”

“Well, I wasn’t feeling… Back then, I felt lost and my past was pulling me in. But it’s okay now. I realized what it is I want to do.”

Arnheid tilted her head inquisitively and asked, “And what is that?”

“Farm. I want to farm and grow wheat with Einar. And build somewhere safe for that. We’ll be free in just a few days and then…”

“Oh, I see,” said Arnheid, overjoyed that they’d know freedom. And yet, it was accompanied by a feeling that brought her much shame. Sadness. It wasn’t as if Arnheid had a future away from this farm, and her own debt would not be paid for another four months. She’d dearly miss her morning chats with Einar. She’d miss Thorfinn’s gentle voice. She’d be alone all over again.

Thorfinn rose his eyebrows and replied, “Don’t be sad. We’ll stay on the farm a while longer, I’m sure. Einar wouldn’t abandon you. All he used to talk about before… Before the young master took over was wanting your freedom.”

Arnheid felt another blush overtaking her at those words.

“Really?” she asked.

Thorfinn nodded and turned to let Einar in the door.

Einar asked, “Is everything okay, you two?”

“Einar, um…” began Arnheid, suddenly feeling timid.

Thorfinn interjected, “We were talking about how in a few days we’ll be free. But that doesn’t mean it’d be the end of our friendship.”

“Exactly!” added Einar quickly, cheeks shifting from tan to scarlet. “You... You could come with us.”

The entire room seemed to go silent at his confession, at those generous words that she’d so dearly hoped to hear from that wonderful man. Without a doubt, Einar could be trusted. Without a doubt his concern for her ran deep. He was her friend and she loved him.

“Are you sure? I don’t know what use I’d-”

Einar clasped her slender fingers between both of his calloused masculine hands, a gesture that left her bewildered. Earnestly, he said, “You can do plenty of things! And even fi you couldn’t, I… Thorfinn and I would want you there.”

“My… How sweet,” she said. “It’s good to know I’d have somewhere to go… I hadn’t imagined I might have anything besides…”

Her eyes fell low as she felt tears threatening to break loose like a damn breaking after a hard rain. None of this seemed real. Surely her fate was one of darkness, as if she’d angered the gods personally. Dark memories of serving Ketil, being beaten by his wife, screaming as she had her little boy taken away…. Watching Gardar sail off with the fleet…

She’d been chained down for so long, but somewhere along the way she’d been shown mercy and met these kind souls. Souls she wanted dearly to repay, to know and cherish. Her nerves had never felt so at ease, her body ready to fall into sleep as her muscles relaxed, and yet their was a feverish yearning ebbing through her lithe form, craving for the love and intimacy possible with these gentlemen she felt so safe around. A desire to do something wild that they would not so resent, nor label her a harlot for. It had been too long since she was allowed to choose a man and perhaps just this one night, unattended, she could choose as many as she liked.

And perhaps there was some manner of confusion involved, an affection for her beloved Einar that wanted desperately to escape her. For whatever reason, her body and mind were determined to answer the heart’s whispers in carnal throes of passion and indiscriminately. And so, Arnheid lusted and craved after these men. And greatly she desired their muscular bodies, their handsome faces, their sweet voices, and what she imagined to be virile cocks so perfect for driving her into pure bliss.

Snake marched in now, stating, “So… You said you made dessert right, Arnheid?”

His tone was arrogant as he began to scrounge around the kitchen for any sign of his quarry. He found it sitting on the flat countertop, an applesauce mixed with mead and topped with oats and nuts. Snake was desperately trying not to salivate at the sight of it. He turned now to take a glimpse of its brilliant creator, one who he was wanting more and more for himself. Arnheid was the beauty of Olmar’s farm. Every man working there knew it. With her soft skin, full lips, lithe but curvaceous figure, and silky golden locks… Few other lasses could compete with her. Nevertheless, that was nothing compared to the ability to cook such delicious feasts and in so little time. With the boss gone, he had no debt left to repay, and as much as he’d honored Ketil, he’d always despised how he treated Arnheid. There was no guilt to be felt in stealing that her. Fortunately, she was on her way to being a free woman and so before she did, he wanted to hear this vixen scream his name as he relentlessly rammed her depths with his dick.

To his amusement, Arnheid’s cheeks were ablaze with fever.

She felt her heart crashing so forcefully against her chest as she finally formed the words, “You’re all staying a while longer, yes?”

Her ears picked up the deep snores of the old master. He was deep in slumber and showed no signs of waking. If she were caught, there was no knowing what the mistress of the manor would do, yet surely Snake and the Young Master Olmar would protect her? In any case, her mind was decided.

Snake answered, “Of course. Dessert looks delicious. Unless… It’s company you’re after?”

“Company?” she repeated, cheeks turning pink as she saw Snake’s lecherous gaze undressing her. She looked past him at the main target of her affections. Thorfinn and Snake were good looking, but it was Einar she truly deeply wanted. He blinked at her in confusion. All that remained was to make her damning confession, to reveal her ill intentions before the world. But the words could not seem to escape her lips. Snake must have realized her plight as he leaned over her.

“What is it you want, Freyja?” he asked smoothly. “It’s okay to be honest. You’ll only make others happy.”

“I…”

Her fingers dug into her apron. She marched a few steps forward, silently shutting the front door. Having gained some privacy, she turned to the three men awaiting her.

Arnheid now confessed, “I want you all…”

Snake grinned wickedly, rubbing his chin as he said, “Interesting. I don’t like sharing my women but you’re pretty damn beautiful, so I’ll make an exception.”

Thorfin merely blinked before asking, “Want us? Want us for what?”

Einar however was scarlet red as he said, “Are... Are you feeling alright?”

Arnheid boldly walked up to Einar and placed a hand on his chest. She felt the hitch in his breath, so shocked to, for the first time in his life, be touched by her. Her hand was on his torso, feeling the firm muscle laying beneath his filthy tunic. Arnheid gently traced her fingers upward, along the collarbone to feel the rigidness of it. Einar was squirming now, utterly scarlet from the gesture.

She said, “I only had one glass of wine. I’m fine, Einar. I feel incredible. I want to feel good… Most of all with you.”

“But… Doing something like that… All of us? Me? You want to do something so... so lewd with me? Are you sure? Are you sure you’re not sick?”

She shook her head again before taking his burning palm into her cool hand. She lovingly rubbed a thumb over it as she answered, “I want you, Einar. I really like you. I have for months now.”

“Oh…” he said, squirming. She began to feel bad for what she’d done to him. Perhaps he had no experience with women or with sex, and if so, she didn’t want to scare him. Arnheid simply clasped his hand even tighter as she tried to ease him into it.

She said, “It’s okay if you… If you don’t want me that way. Or if you’re frightened, we can go slow or forget I said anything.”

“But is this really what you want?”

Arnheid responded, “I’m sorry. I asked something horrible and I’m a vile woman for doing it but...”

Einar’s brows were furrowed as he replied, “There’s nothing foul about you, Arnheid!”

“But… I don’t even know why you’d want me. I’m… Ketil… I had a husband before all this too. Most men would want a pure maiden. I’m not the sweet girl you admired.”

He shook his head and said, “You are every bit as sweet. This is you being kind, isn’t it?”

“It’s… I think I’m being selfish, Einar. I really want you and I want to do something crazy. I want to feel good for once, to forget Ketil… And feel free.”

He gulped and said, “Okay but um… Can... Can I kiss you first? Be the first to kiss you?”

She blinked at the words leaving his lips, so kind, so sweet… Sweet words befitting a man lacking a hint of cruelty in his body. Even after losing his family, after being enslaved, Einar was kind. She’d heard he was prone to getting into fights with the bullies amongst the farmhands and retainers but… He’d always been kind to her. Even when he learned she was a slave sentenced to Ketil’s bedchambers, he never once saw her as vile or sullied.

To Einar, she was truly beautiful.

To Einar, she was lovely and worth loving whether or not she ever loved him back.

Certainly, that was true because it was so utterly clear he’d never dared to imagine her hands on him. And yet here Arnheid was, like his dream come true, her lips leaning up wards to press so softly against his. Einar had barely puckered his own lips, being a bit unready, and only realizing her intent at the last moment. Even so, they had shared a lover’s kiss.

 “Arnheid…” said Einar with a gulp, left in a daze from his temptress’ mark.

Thorfinn smiled at the sight and said, “I think I’ll leave you to it then.”

Arnheid, however, swooped in and impeded him a second time, swiftly uttering, “Please don’t leave. I want to kiss you too.”

Thorfinn blinked in confusion before asking, “Huh?”

She said, “I… Of course, you can go if you really wish, but um…What I’m about to do to Einar… Maybe you’d enjoy it too.”

This seemed to at least give Thorfinn pause, and he no longer seemed in a rush to depart any time soon. Arnheid glided back over to Einar now, eyes ablaze at the sight of his handsome face. The lustful woman now slid off her work apron, a rarity when not heading to bed. This gave the others a good look at the ample breasts framing her bronze dress, features they’d soon be seeing in a far less obscuring manner. For now though, Arnheid sat down on her knees before the man she wanted so badly to taste. Removing his belt and tunic was child’s play, as was snaking off his trousers. Immediately, she was met with the sight of his boiling hot cock in her face, the tip pressed up against her nose. She inhaled the lascivious masculine musk that was driving her wild. It brought her back to her wedding night with Gardar. Back then she had been nervous and unsure, so much so her husband had to guide her through it all. And yet, it had come more naturally to Arnheid than she expected, tracing her hands up his muscles, sculpted like the ancient statues. He’d seen to her pleasure, and she’d felt a yearning for the sight of his erection, wishing to grasp it. And here she was now, with a man who looked so much like her dead husband. Would her body be able to tell the difference?

Einar whimpered, “A-Arnheid… You’re really...”

The blonde Dane’s lips puckered as they left a soft kiss upon the head of his cock. And yet, she was hardly finished. Arnheid began to wrap her lips around the side of the shaft, suckling hungrily on it as if famished. Her tongue danced along the indentation of pulsating dark veins until she reached his testicles. These too she tasted readily, letting one slip into her mouth. The man she was pleasuring felt the cool her tongue upon them. Einar groaned from sheer pleasure as Arnheid worshipped his cock. Her fingers slid up his powerful legs, feeling the muscles which had aided him in hauling colossal trees. She felt the course hair lining them as she massaged his thighs. He was a hairy man as she expected, a contrast to his smooth bare chest. She could see his abs heaving and flexing with every one of his ragged breaths.

Nearby, Thorfinn gazed at the sight in wonder. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the idea of sex, having seen harrowing sights among the Vikings following their raids. However, this was his first time seeing it done in love. It was so… intimate, lustful, and beautiful. Arnheid’s mouth was around his best friend’s cock, taking in inch after inch. Her blond threads of hair were sticking to her sweat-laden skin as his throbbing shaft slid down her throat. She was pleasuring him. Obsessed with his lust for revenge, women had never much interested Thorfinn. They were unfortunate victims of war and those that interacted with him had seemed a nuisance at best. His only interest had been enacting vengeance upon Askelaad, and when Thorfinn lost such purpose, his mind sank even deeper in the mire. The assassin’s time on the farm would do little to foster such interests. His mind had become a desolate place, like the smoke and ash left from a wildfire. Nothing life offered him could bring him joy so not once had Arnheid interested him. A part of him probably knew she was beautiful but only now was he being forced to look upon her as a woman, to even consider his own lust. He’d escaped from hell, seeking both atonement and purpose. In choosing life, Thorfinn had also chosen happiness. Perhaps only now would Arnheid’s charms ever have worked on him, but they were indeed slowly working. He felt a swelling in his pants, a sensation he knew little of outside of the occasional formless wet dream.

And now Thorfinn began to wonder…

Do I want her to make me feel good?

Arnheid popped Einar’s dick out of her mouth and began to pump it with her dainty fingers. She hoped the callouses and cuts she’d developed from endless toils wouldn’t tarnished the pleasure as she stroked him off. The way Einar continued to grit his teeth made her suspect otherwise. She now turned towards Thorfinn, taking careful consideration over the sight of his pants at full mast.

Wordlessly, she beckoned to him with a sinful finger. She was one the Christians would brand a Lilith.

Thorfinn had waltzed over to her timidly. Arnheid slid her hands up his shirt, feeling the mighty physique his slender body contained, acquired from years of hard labor. A shame he could not know an easier life, but she’d appreciate this bounty regardless. She could feel the imperfections of scars running up and down his form, as tantalizing as it was heartbreaking. Perhaps she could comfort him? Her hands quickly stripped him down, freed from his pants, bringing another eager cock before her lips. She felt herself salivate in anticipation. Arnheid tasted his dick now, lips slurping on the head before she took it in deep. She left it covered in wet flickers of her tongue as if she were a serpent on the prowl. Her lips adoringly kissed every inch of his shaft as Thorfinn began to pant. Undoubtedly, this man was a virgin. The thought was making her heart race. Why? Was she really this sort of a woman as Snake suspected? Was this what Arnheid was deep down when freed of all chains and bonds?

Even so, these men all thought her exceedingly beautiful.

It went beyond lust, what they felt. She wasn’t some object to be used, spent, and tossed aside, but a full-fledged woman they wished to spend a pleasurable experiencing intimately. Knowing this only made the beast within her all the more eager to devour them.

Arnheid now exchanged Thorfinn’s cock for Einar’s own. The taste of each was starting to be all her tongue could pick up, along with drops of semen they’d gush out in anticipation of the main event. Arnheid turned now to see Snake gazing down at her impatiently. His eyes were cold and lethal, with a hunger he’d never once aimed her way until now. Again, she offered a beckoning hand. Snake didn’t wait for her to undress him, instead disrobing in moments and unfurling his raging rod before her, one befitting of a master swordsman. Arnheid wondered if she was drooling, having three girthy dicks right in front of her, all for herself? It was as if she was being spoiled by the gods for once in her life.

Arnheid’s tongue struggled to pleasure each man fast enough, sucking hungrily while still careful to not use her teeth. She couldn’t help but moan in approval when she discovered her favorite position, which was downing Einar’s cock while pumping the other two men’s shafts in her hands, fresh saliva keeping them oiled. The hungry widow continued to trade out dicks, being sure to not neglect even their balls. She felt the itch of Einar’s slight bush of hair on his loins as her lips came in flush with his waist, his entire member being deepthroated by her so wickedly. Her hands wrapped around his firm ass cheeks for support. When she moved to Snake, he proved more daring than the other two. As she downed his shaft, the swordman’s strong hands held onto her head, forcing her to choke on his cock. She groaned and moaned in pleasure and discomfort, but Snake was careful to release her each and every time. Arnheid moved her graceful services over to the blond Viking now, his dick already twitching from such eccentricities. She happily wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and then slurped hard on the bulbous front, guzzling down more dew drops of semen.

Snake said, “Why not make use of your bosom? It’s enjoyable to a man if you take a dick between both breasts.”

“Oh,” she said playfully, “That’s not one I’ve tried. Very well. Please enjoy.”

Arnheid stood up briskly now, leaving all three men panting and on the brink of climax. She lifted her dress overhead, freeing her of another layer of pleasantries. All that now remained was her serk, and once her underdress was cast aside, the men found themselves gazing at her nude figure. Other than her hands, her frame was all smooth and her wide hips were fully on display, as was the sight of blonde tufts of hair covering her womanhood, her lower lips already damp from sheer elation. The three men gawked and swallowed hard, trying to control themselves. They now began to surround her, and a moment later, all hell broke loose. Arnheid experienced the scandalous sensation of six burly hands worshipping her, the rough touch of men as they felt up her hips and tits. Her bountiful breasts were being seized from behind by Einar as he desperately nibbled on her ear. She felt his cock, still leaking fluids, spear up between her ass cheeks, so desperate to impregnate her. It left Arnheid moaning in sheer bliss. What a wonderful sensation… Their fingers roaming about... Snake seized her childbearing hips while Thorfinn dared to grope her ass. She now felt the itch of Thorfinn and Einnar’s beards as they sucked hungrily on her nipples, as if attempting to draw out milk. Arnheid squirmed and shifted about in vain, feeling utterly ravished in all the right ways. She was Freyja being worshipped.

Snake said mockingly, “You damn virgins. No clue how to drive a woman wild. Like this…”

His index finger slipped around her waist as he ambushed her from behind, and she felt him teasing her clit. Her nub was being massaged by Snake’s meddlesome attack, a gesture that sent her weak at the knees. Her legs trembled, thighs rubbing together in ecstasy. All the while Einar and his best friend continued their assault on her tits, tongues swirling around nipples and fingers sinking into the curve of them. Sex… Sex felt good. It felt so much better… It was like it was with Gardar.

Snake now moved his finger lower still, accompanied by a second. Arnheid grit her teeth as his fingers plunged into her depths, spilling out her wines. He slipped in deeper to his knuckle, sliding them in and out of her as if it were a dick. Her hips incentive began to jerk from the gesture, and already she felt herself being overcome. Having her breasts spoiled while Snake attended to her down below was overwhelming.

Arnheid covered her mouth as she moaned.

“Mmmmphhh…”

She had splashed out onto the floor, something that made the brown-haired captain grin in satisfaction. She’d come like so many other women before to his touch, even if sole victory did not belong to him.

Thorfinn and Einar gazed in wonder at the sight of her orgasm, having never witnessed such a thing. Arnheid was a panting mess, tongue hanging out of her mouth, and already feeling lightheaded from such sinful squalor. However, she felt Snake’s toned arms slip around her back and keep steady her as she recovered. At last, Arnheid felt read to move and so she returned to her knees.

“Shall we continue?” she asked. “Einar, come here.”

“Alright,” he said meekly as he knelt down in front of her, bringing his erect prick to her bosom. Arnheid began to mash her breasts together, a gesture that left Einar’s cock caught in her cleavage. She giggled as she began to massage his throbbing erection, tongue flickering over the polished tip.

“Arnheid… I’m.. fuck. I’m going to come.”

“Go ahead, handsome,” she said in her most sultry voice, a gesture which was all too successful. Einar grunted, letting out a growl like a famished wolf, as he speared her between the tits and pumped his hot seed in her face. Arnheid blinked in shock but quickly succumbed to his steamy tribute. She began to lick his white cream off her lips and tits with tongue and finger. The taste was salty and bitter, and yet she couldn’t’ help but down it.

“Was it good for you, Einar?”

“Y-Yes…” he said shakily, his dick growing flaccid.

She smiled, the makings of a grin, before bringing Snake’s dick to her chest. Now. Like with Einar, she pleasured him, yet Snake was willing to repay the favor, hand petting at her scalp lovingly. After a minute, he too fired off a sticky rope all over Arnheid’s breasts. Thorfinn would prove no different, much to her delight, each man so weak to this form of pleasure. However, as he began to twitch while nestled against her chest, Arnheid slipped lower still, taking the head of his cock into her warm mouth, and downing his essence like drought. So much of it stuck to her tongue and throat, yet it was worth it for such a delicacy. Thorfinn grunted in pleasure as she did, one eye shut as he winced, clearly defeated by her man-pleasing skills.

All three men were now spent.

Arnheid offered another warm smile as she gazed at her handiwork, a wave of pride passing through her. And yet, she was not yet completely satisfied, even if she’d done enough to look back upon the night in revelry. The feeling of Einar’s cock pressed against her ass lingered in her mind, driving her deeper into depravity. She wanted these men to rise again proud, and to spear her deep, leaving no hole feeling unloved. The temptress began to wonder if she could prod them into regaining their lost vigor. She began to fondle at Einar’s flaccid member, fingers delicately dancing down the length. Arnheid’s eyes were heavily lidded as she fell back into trance, mouth drawn almost instinctively to his cock. She needed it hard and spilling out seed in her mouth and pussy. And so, she tasted and fondled his manhood until it was rejuvenated. Her lips began to suck hungrily on Thorfinn’s testicles as he grit his teeth. Arnheid felt Snake driving himself wild as he massaged her ass from behind, only to strike it with a hard slap.

The blonde beauty’s back arched, and from her delicate lips, came a sensual moan.

Einar said, “Hey. Don’t strike her.”

Snake retorted, “She enjoys it. Don’t you, Arnheid?”

“Yess…” she whimpered.

The slight sting and brutality blended so beautifully with the pleasure of male company. She felt Snake’s fingers, course from wielding the sword, sink into the supple flesh of her rump as if he were kneading dough. He then struck the other ass cheek before pressing his flacid dick to her rear end. Arnheid felt him beginning to stiffen, quickened by the thought of entering her.

She said, “Mmmnnn. Einar first. Then you can all do whatever you want with me.”

Snake licked his lips wickedly at her words while Thorfinn blinked in discomfort.

He said, “A-Are you sure?”

Arnheid said, “It’s fine, Thorfinn. This is your first time, yes?”

He nodded.

“Then I’ll guide you,” replied their friend, “I’ll guide you both.”

Her last words were aimed at Einar who vigorously nodded.

In a breathy voice, Arnheid spoke with just a touch of assertion, “On the bed. Lay on your back for me.”

Einar nodded as he laid back on one of the beds resting atop the floorboards. The straw bedding was meant for sleep and not the lascivious pleasures this seductress had in mind for them. Even so, it would have to do. Einar gazed up as Arnheid loosened her hair bun, sending her golden tresses spilling down past her shoulders. The redheaded farmer blushed madly at the sight of Arnheid with her hair down, and Snake ogled her from the side. He felt his heart racing as Freyja continued to show off such a wild side. He’d be truly devastated should the evening end without having such a fine woman screaming out his name as he filled her up.

Arnheid held her breath for a moment as she straddled Einar. He gazed up in wonder as she slipped her hands gently around his dick, guiding it towards her pussy.

Arnheid said gently, “I’ll show you how to do it, okay, Einar?”

“Yes… Yes, please,” he answered stiffly, face turned crimson beyond all belief. How cute.

The golden-haired woman now began to ease herself down onto his hard rod, feeling it spread her open from below. Slowly she took in Einar, welcoming inch after inch of him within her. In just a few moments, Arnheid had swallowed him whole, leaving his cock to be hungrily devoured. She flashed her teeth as the pleasure stifled her, bare thighs hugging his sides. Every time she dared squirm or breath, Arnheid felt the intensity of his throbbing cock within her, stirring her up. She’d been skewered in the most pleasurable of ways, mind healing with every moment she spent in these men’s shared company. Einar let out another groan of pleasure as she began to rise and fall, allowing herself to willingly be impaled by such a ruthless unforgiving cock.

“Does it feel good, Einar?” she asked lovingly, small moans slipping out every time she fidgeted.

“Incredible,” he said.

“Congratulations on losing your virginity.”

“A-Arnheid…. I... I…”

The insatiable lass sent her hands sliding up his stomach, savoring the feeling of every hard ridge of flesh lining it. She was massaging his pecs now as they glistened with sweat. Her smooth legs rubbed against his hairy thighs as she began to move rhythmically, dancing on his cock. Einar growled again before reaching up to seize her tits. Arnheid moaned in pleasure as she was defiled by the man she loved. What a strange way to confess her feelings to this man, to make plain his feelings about her! Adding two other men into such a romance was foolhardy, yet perhaps only insanity could make Arnheid move so fervently, that and the cock that was bucking upwards between her thighs. Her juices leaked out as Einar continued to stuff her full, enough to make her moan.

She confessed passionately, “Einar, your cock is soo… so good.”

Snake snarled, “He’s getting greedy. Let him rest while you see to us.”

Arnheid nodded, saying, “I’ll return to you in a moment, dear Einar.”

She felt his sweat-laden hand wander up her cheek now, cradling her with sheer love. She wondered if all would be well. Would one day she be Einar’s wife, granting him sons as they built a home together back in his village in England? Would Thorfinn be there? Would she drive a wedge between the best of friends, or might this be a way for these two men to bond? She hoped dearly it was the latter.

“Thorfinn, your turn…”

“Hey,” said Snake angrily, “I’m the one who-”

Suddenly, her lips crashed against his own, silencing the ladykiler for a moment. He took the opportunity to rake his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss into something sinful. His tongue was doing battle with hers like two raging serpents in the vestan salt. She somehow managed to separate from Snakes’ winding attacks, just as unpredictable as his swordsmanship. Miklagard was where he had once said he was from in a drunken stupor, yet since then, he’d never spoken of himself in front of her. Inf act, Snake had largely never looked her way or uttered a single word meant for her, likely out of respect for his master. This bout of intimacy was in many ways Arnheid’s attempt to understand him, to get to know Snake in a deeper way. Or perhaps that was simply a lovely bonus to the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his fingers stirring her up.

“Be patient,” she whispered. “You’ll have your fill too, Snake.”

Her words seemed to suffice he offered a sly grin of acceptance.

With Snake appeased momentarily, Arnheid led Thorfinn over to another bed. She happily lay on her back, cheeks flushing as she realized she was presenting her nude body before this man. Until recently, Thorfinn had barely said more than a few morning pleasantries for her, but now he was second away from ramming his cock into her. Despite her embarrassment, Arnheid was hardly finished galivanting between men. She fearlessly spread apart her legs and beckoned him closer. Her fingers steered his dick into the proper entrance as he peered down with care and anxiousness. However, Thorfinn’s cock slowly began to slide into her, stretching her out much as Einar had done merely moments ago. Arnheid shut an eye, moaning, as he entered her slowly and steadily. With fervor, he scooped up her legs and began to move. This man was a Viking, a raider of the coasts. But to Arnheid, Thorfinn was simply a young man learning about how to treat a woman. He was nervous, naïve, and ignorant in such matters, and Arnheid was finding it rather endearing. He was young, perhaps two or three years younger than herself. It gave her an edge, a power over him, much like her experience. His blond hair must have come loose from its twine as it was flowing loosely now, a sight that only served to make him even more dashing.

This Viking was breeding her now, his dick scraping her in just the right ways. Snake watched hungrily as her large breasts bounced with each of Thorfinn’s thrusts.

“Oooh,” moaned Arnheid, “You feel good, Thorfinn.”

“Really? It doesn’t hurt you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she replied kindly, winded but rearing for more. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes,” he said as his arms coiled around her curvy thigh, clinging dearly to her leg as his penis stuffed her to the base. For Thorfinn, this experience was strange yet wonderful, revealing one of life’s many pleasures he’d never before indulged in personally. It was beautiful in a way. There was beauty to be found in such bouts of love and intimacy. Memories of his sins faded, as did aspirations of the future. Right now, he and Arnheid were simply a man and a woman enjoying themselves as their naked forms pressed up against the other.

A few more of Thorfinn’s thrusts had stirred Arnheid up wonderfully, but he graciously traded out with Snake.

Snake said, “Let me show you how to make our Freyja fall in love.”

He brought Arnheid upright and aimed her towards the wall of Sverkel’s home. Snake spat on his cock before teasingly poking it up against her womanhood. Arnheid’s lips tightened as she tried to resist his cruel torture, feeling ashamed at how badly her body desired cock. Was this always who she was? A woman hungry for as many dicks as she could milk, and any good-looking man would do? Perhaps Snake was right but if so, she no longer cared. He was taking her from behind, his raging boner piercing her, spearing up towards her womb. Snake was having his way with her!

Arnheid felt his hands seize her hips as he began to buck, a smooth thrust sending her reeling. Snake was still holding back, mercifully choosing to warm her up, although he would not be patient for long given the prior two retainers had prepared her for him. And so, Snake began his ruthless assault on Arnheid’s quim, his girth proving too great an opponent as he impaled her with his Jörmungandr. Her entire ass rippled as his hips collided brutally with her butt, sending waves of pleasure and pain upward to leave her reeling.

“Aaaahnn!” she moaned as she was willingly taken.

Snake was hardly finished with dominating the jewel of Olmar’s farm. He took her by the wrists this time, pulling her arms behind her as he continued his assault. Arnheid’s back arched as the sheer power of his attacks threatened to split her in two. She was being forced up on her toes as Snake’s ravaging strikes ran her through. The sound of her moans and the claps of his balls on her ass was deafening to all. And yet, somehow, the old man was still sleeping like a baby.

Arnheid whimpered from the pleasure as she blushed. Being dominated by Snake, wrists bound behind her back, as he fucked her silly was draining her. And yet, his own balls were deathly close to being drained by her hungry vagina. Right as she felt her climax approaching, the enemy’s assault ceased altogether. Arnheid was pretty sure no one had called a ceasefire, meaning it was another of Snake’s ploys.

He said, “I’ll be gracious, Arnheid, because I’ve enjoyed you so much. Thorfinn… Einar… Arnheid has been a good host, fed us well and ministered to us… So, let’s spoil her. All three at once.”

Einar replied, “But… That’s cruel.”

Snake said, “Saucy vixens like Arnheid crave it. The feeling of having a man’s member in each hole.”

Thorfinn asked, “What do you mean?”

Snake answered, “Just follow my orders, men. Thorfinn you take her mouth and throat. Einar, you’re the one she likes so you can have her womb. And I’ll take the best part. Her ass.”

“H-Huh?” asked Arnheid, blushing.

Thorfinn blinked, asking “You can do that? In the… Really?”

Snake laughed and said, “You damn virgins, stop asking questions like idiots and get to your positions! I… Oh shit, we gotta keep it down. I forgot. Luckily the old man keeps himself deaf from his own snoring.”

“Now then,” he continued, “Arnheid, my gift to you for the dessert I’ll be enjoying after this.”

Arnheid’s saphire eyes were wide with shock, realizing the transgression she was privy to commit. Surely, she should not bat an eyelash given she’d been fiddling with three dicks merely ten minutes ago, but even so, she’d never imagined sodomy. Even Gardar had never put his cock up her asshole. However, Arnheid was in no mood to end her night of pleasure early. Snake had gotten around to lathering his shaft in some sort of oil he had taken from a small jar hidden beneath his bed. Arnheid couldn’t help but wonder why he’d neglected such a boon until this late into their love making. In any case, she was grateful for the oil as she doubted a dick would much fit in such a sinful place.

A moment later, Einar was again on his back as she descended upon him, taking in his cock for the second time that night. Arnheid shut an eye involuntarily as his incredible girth splayed her out. Eagerly, she leaned over him, admiring his handsome face. His blue eyes, red hair, and sharp jawline…. She wondered how she’d so easily spoken with him before, as his looks were now leaving her terribly flustered.

“Arnheid, you look beautiful right now,” he said sweetly.

In an affectionate voice, she sung, “And you look handsome, Einar.”

The golden-haired woman smiled at his kindness, further thanking him with a kiss upon the lips, albeit done less out of gratitude and more out of love. She loved Einar. That was the conclusion brought on from this evening’s madness. However, their romance was tainted as Snake again struck her ass, making it sting. A man’s handprint now marked it. He steered his oil-laden dick towards her entrance to a place she’d always considered too dirty for such a thing.

“Relax,” said Snake, “Relax your muscles, Arnheid. Take me in.”

The pain of him entering her wasn’t as horrid as she expected. And Snake was enjoying the sensation of her asshole’s rim wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold out more than a few thrusts, and if his own flesh was weak, than the two virgins joining him would fare no better.

Thorfinn now approached Arnheid, his groin dangerously close to her face. He heard her giggle at the sensation of his dick teasingly rubbing against her full lips, lips so perfect for taking dick. It took her another moment before she was ready for him as the ache of her ass being defiled by another man’s cock was still too near. Even so, she found pumping Thorfinn’s dick in her grasp proved a useful distraction. Snake’s thrusts were beginning to feel good, and the sensation of two dicks stuffing her full was exhilarating. But to slip deeper into paradise, Freyja would need another cock to taste and drink from. And so, Freyja began to draw back Thorfinn’s foreskin, revealing a penis head soaked with precum. Her tongue wickedly began to swirl around the tip.

Snake said to Einar, “Thrust at the same time.”

He spanked Arnheid’s ass again, making her scream, before he slammed his dick into her, sheathing his sword on his new favorite scabbard. Meanwhile, Arnheid was being take from below by Einar’s raging erection, his shaft pummeling her so splendidly. Two dicks entered her with a single stroke.

Arnheid said, “Oooh. So… Mmnnn. It feels so good. Thorfinn, grab my hair.”

He said, “Like this?”

The farmhand took a handful of her silken curls and tugged on them gently. She moaned in approval as she began to suck his dick, fully entranced by the act. A fever for men had left her body burning, sweating maddingly as her hips bounced happily atop Einar’s rigid shaft. His hands were on her legs as Snake clung to her upper hips. And now, Thorfinn had finally lost control, pulling on her locks hard enough to force her down on his cock. She was choking on the entirety of it. All three men were now deathly close to their climaxes. Perhaps the gods did indeed favor Arnheid because just as her climax overtook her, her three lovers fell under the same spell. She was drinking down a mouthful of hot semen from Thorfinn as Snake growled like a beast and sent bubbling seed into her ass. As for Einar, he was pumping fresh cum into her womb, and perhaps this would be it, the day she was impregnated by her darling lover.

Arnheid’s own orgasm was a powerful thing, sending her back arching as she popped Thorfinn’s dick out of her mouth to let out a shameless moan, tongue hanging out as she gasped for air. Her mind was going blank.

Cock…

Cock was all she could think about.

Cock and seed…

Her holes had been impaled by dick and left swimming with sticky, virile seed. Her fertile womb was ready to accept Einar’s offering of love, and so she sealed it with another kiss. Poor Einar was too deeply enraptured by it all to realize where her mouth had been. Arnheid now collapsed atop him panting. Her elegant body was marred by these men’s wet kisses, groping hands, hard spankings, and thick ropes of seed. It was as glorious as it was utterly draining, and she felt deserved of Valhalla after such a vigorous duel. However, Arnheid would not so easily falter. She managed to pry herself up now, realizing the old master might awaken at any moment.

As she did, Thorfinn reached down to help Einar up to his feet, hands clasping with his friend’s as he asked, “Are you okay, Einar?”

“Yeah,” said Einar, left ragged as his chest expanded and withdrew with every hard breath. He gazed affectionately at his friend as Thorfinn pulled him up to his feet. Snake, meanwhile, had Arnheid cradled against him for a moment, letting her tremble and regain herself on his warm chest. She blinked as she began to recover and, in a panic, began to fervently search for a rag. The air was still rife with their lovemaking but it’d soon clear with the night air pouring in and out so readily. The real danger was the old man who might see her completely nude, surrounded by stark naked retainers and farmhands. Arnheid’s face went even paler as she realized Sverkel was no longer snoring. The others must have seen the horror on her face, a face rife with all manner of regrets and shattered aspirations, because they too had gone silent. And yet, a second later, the old master was again letting out a guttural snore, appearing no worse for wear.

The four transgressors sighed in relief.

Snake said, “Get your clothes on you three. First one dressed gets the biggest helping of Arnheid’s apple crumble!”

“Huh? No fair!” hissed Einar beneath his breath.

Thorfinn dressed himself more timidly, blinking as he gazed over at Arnheid slipping into her serk.

He asked, “Are you really, okay? That was... a lot of men.”

Einar froze to gaze at her with a similar worry.

She winked before replying, “I am. I was the wife of a Viking. I’m tougher than I look.”

Einar beamed at her, relief overcoming him as he remarked, “I’m glad, Arnheid.”

“It was to my liking,” said Arnheid, “Especially you, Einar.”

The redhead gazed away at her bashfully, a finger rubbing at his beard.

Arnheid now wiped at her mouth with her wrist before she strode towards him. Before Einar could react, her lips had pressed to his cheek.

Thank you for everything, Einar.

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It was far into the breadth of night when Snake decided to retire in his proper furnishings with the other hired blades. Dessert was long vanquished, and the floor was scrubbed clean. Everyone was now ready for a good night’s rest. But just as he had taken his leave, a good several steps down the road, Snake suddenly spun around to glance at Arnheid, finding her standing by the doorway.

He said, “That was fun, Freyja. Should you get lonely with your lover, you and I know who makes you scream the best.”

Arnheid laughed at his words.

He then slid forward, fingers gently pressing down on hers as his arrogant eyes grew soft.

He said, “I hope you won’t hate me, Arnheid. Perhaps I went too far.”

“Not at all, Snake,” she said. “I wanted it. This was all my doing.”

“I’m glad. You looked beautiful tonight, enjoying yourself,” he said. “Now goodnight. Damn. I gotta take a shit.”

“I see,” she said with a sigh as he vanished into the night. Snake was a charmer, but only in the most rugged sense of the word. Even so, Arnheid knew he was to be trusted no matter how wicked his desires. After all, she’d proven every bit his equal in this matter.

Arnheid’s thoughts turned now to the two men before her as she slipped back indoors. Thorfinn yawned as he slipped into his soft bed of hay.

He said, “It smells nicer in here. I suppose once we’re free, we’ll have proper lodging.”

Arnheid said, “You poor things. I always hated that you were put out with the horses. A proper bed suits you.”

The blond farmer said, “It was worth it for meeting you two. For meeting Snake. Olmar. The old man. And knowing you’ll come with us.”

“With you… When you leave the homestead?”

“Yes… When we head to Vinland.”

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Arnheid stepped outside into the cool tundra, the breeze of a distant shore crashing into her so harshly. She felt the stings of the wounds she’d accumulated on her hands from years of scrubbing plates and laundry. And yet, Arnheid did not feel cold. She’d been warmed up that night, body and soul. Part of her was terrified because any moment now that joy would vanish, making way for old pains. Her son would never see this Vinland that Thorfinn spoke of, and neither would Gardar. There were days she couldn’t shake away the blame she’d placed upon Gardar so long ago, the chance to rebuke him for ignoring her pleadings to stay his blade. It was his fault they’d lost Hjalti. Even so, she’d rather he be near than far. Was it really okay to sail away? To find new happiness with Einar? With his friends? Life had been so cruel to her at every turn, beating her down into a bloody mess. It’d put her under the care of a monster like Ketil and a mistress who had beaten her at the slightest provocation. It had taken everything away from her and offered her only misery in return. Even so, she’d wept silently at night, choosing to smile at sunrise. And through it all, she’d dared to dream.

Even in chains, Arnheid had kept dreaming.

She feared life would again steal her happiness away from her…

Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she cried.

“Hjalti. Gardar. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “If you’ve gone ahead to Vinland… Won’t you wait for me there? Please… please don’t hate me.”

Her hand slid over her face as she wept.

How selfish she was….

Loving another man beside Gardar…

Wanting another family…

Pretending she wasn’t broken, marred, and branded…

What was left of her to be of worth to anyone? Why had Snake called her Freyja when all that remained of her was a walking corpse?

Why oh why did Einar love her?

She was unclean.

Suddenly, Einar’s arms wrapped around her from behind. Part of her reacted in panic, afraid he’d suddenly crush her throat. She’d seen Ketil’s rage only once, when she accidentally spoke to another slave about Gardar. That night his hands had come around her throat and…

No…

Einar was different. His arms were warm and his grip was gentle. Everything about Einar was gentle, and not all people were fiends. Even Thorfinn, a man raised among Vikings, had become a gentle soul, seeking peace and loving only fresh-tilled earth. And if Vinland was everything he said it was, then Arnheid would sail there and find herself. But for now, she was happy enough to be in Einar’s arms, to have been these three men’s Freyja for a night.

She turned now towards Einar as he gazed down at her, the concern on his face so evident.

“Why are you crying? Do you regret it?”

She shook her head and said, “No. I’m just so happy… And so scared I’ll wake it up and it won’t be real.”

“Arnheid… It’s real. I know what a horrible man Ketil was. But he can’t hurt you anymore, and soon the mistress won’t either. I won’t ever abandon you. You-You don’t have to love me Arnheid… But… I’d do anything for you…. Because I love you.”

“Einar, you love me?”

Arnheid’s eyes were lost in the splendor of the starlit night, but Einar swore in that moment he saw the reflection of the heavens pooled within her irises. She was too beautiful to be put into words, her soul too sweet even after being mutilated by crueler men. And yet even if her beauty were to fade in the morning… No matter how others would judge her for what she’d done here this night… Einar could not help but pine for her.

“I do,” he answered firmly.

“I love you too, Einar.”

And with that, she kissed him squarely upon the lips. He threw his arms around her in  happines and love, holding her tight. His body was as a raging bonfire, and Arnheid had never felt so warm in her life. His hard muscles protected her from both cold and pain, and he blanketed her in his love. Tonight, they’d let her become their Freyja and so, Arnheid felt a little more healed, a little more beautiful. And so, she’d sail to Vinland with Einar, and there she would flourish.

THE END

Final Notes:

Following the fic’s end, Gardar no doubt escapes his own bonds, perhaps being reunited with Arnheid (perhaps she’s with both men?) or finding someone new when his search for her proved in vain. King Canute would invade the farm, but Thorfinn would be able to send him away, bringing peace to Olmar’s farm and all of England in the process. What this is to say is that Arnheid is alive and happy in this story, and her and Einar marry and have lots of babies one day ^-^ As for why I wrote something like this? Arnheid is my favorite female character in Vinland Saga and I think she deserves a happy ending and some fun. Admittedly, my dirty mind when I realized she was alone in episode 13 with three hot guys is also to be blamed. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.

[kawaiigirly21]

DON'T WORRY GUYS! IT'S COMING SOON!!!

Soooooo get this, My Oc, always thought to look like a little boy because she was just a short as Thorfinn gets found out when she's older by either Bjorn or Askeladd and which ever man decides to strike a deal with her. He keeps the secret and she let's him rock her world whenever he wants to. But the others soon find out when her period arrives and they wanna fuck her. Also an AU where Thorkell joins the crew and that's a vibe~ Also the only other person that knew before she was found out was Thorfinn cause that's her man 🥰🥰

[temariskadi]

“The Chains, We Serve”

Chapter 1 - Unsteady Shores

Askeladd/Original female Character, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, pre-canon, canon compliant, hurt comfort, eventual smut, secret relationship

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content,

summary: In autumn of 995, Askeladd decides to sail homeward after a successful raid, only to be ensnared by a storm and encountered by hostile pirates As his ship needs repair, he docks at the village of his old companion Ulf before he can finally return home. However, his friend is away and Askeladd has to put up with someone else, he once revered. Bound by memories of admiration and a longing he cannot ignore, Askeladd embarks on a precarious path, torn between his desires and the inevitable consequences. AO3

Chapter 2

Askeladd leapt from his boat and walked over the creaking dock. Being back on firm ground felt strange after all those weeks at sea. His legs felt wobbly and he had trouble walking straight. With a groan, he stroked his short blonde hair and pinched his nose. Never once in his life had he been seasick. Not when he first set foot on a boat, not when he first travelled on the North Sea to England, not even when his boat almost capsized in the most horrible storm he had ever seen. Nevertheless, the second he set foot on land after a long journey, he got landsick. How ironic, he thought to himself, for someone, who doesn’t even like sea travel.

A strong hand slapped amicably on his shoulder and he almost tripped over his own unsteady feet. When he looked to his left, a tall man with long brown hair and a long beard was laughing at him. He was taller and broader than Askeladd himself. With his padded coat and nasal helmet, there was no doubt he was a Viking through and through.

“Swaying already? Land legs that rusty?” Björn asked still laughing, while he walked beside him. Askeladd huffed in response. His second-in-command already knew the answer to his question.

“How bad is the damage?” he asked, eyeing the cracked mast and dented hull. If he were honest with himself, he didn’t want to know the answer.

“Not a shipwright,” Björn replied and scratched his head under the helmet pondering, “but I’d guess at least several days?”

“Speak to the harbourmaster and the shipwrights,” Askeladd grumbled, continuing towards the village. At least we made it here. There are worse places to be stuck for a few days. The streets and alleys of the village were still busy around midday. People were trading and bargaining in the market while others were going home for their lunch. With raised brows, Askeladd observed the busy market at the centre of the village. There were more stalls and more varieties of goods since the last time he was here. The settlement was obviously prospering. Not that this surprised him. The location of the village was ideal. Close to the sea, with a harbour to access the North Sea, surrounded by large forests and mountains, which made it easier to defend. As far as he knew, the soil in this area was fertile and there were many farms nearby to provide for the village and even for trade. Askeladd wrinkled his nose at a strange smell the wind blew to him. He didn’t recognise it and puzzled his head over it as he walked across the market. He whistled in surprise when he reached the source of the smell. There was a stall full of exotic spices, which was heavily guarded for obvious reasons.

In a few months, this village has grown and grown. I underestimated his abilities clearly; he thought as he strode up to the largest house of the settlement; a typical Danish longhouse. Almost in the middle of the long side was a giant double-leaf door, secured by two tall guards, who were almost as tall as the entrance and only acknowledged him with a short nod. Askeladd interpreted this as an invitation and entered the dimly lit main hall.

At first, his eyes needed to adjust to the gloomy main room of the building. A great hall with a large hearth in the middle; its embers were still glowing, and long oak tables were evenly distributed throughout the hall. Once, he remembered, all the villagers fit into this room, but probably not anymore. Subconsciously, he held his hand over the gleaming ashes and felt the radiating heat on his skin as he looked around. No one seemed to be here. He noticed new shields with crests that were nailed onto the walls. Askeladd wondered whether these were the crests of allies or slain enemies when he noticed a shadow on the left side of the room.

On this side of the hall two richly ornamented chairs stood on a wooden pedestal and behind them hung a thick black curtain which separated the main hall from the corridor which led to the private chambers of the chieftain. The curtain moved and the figure of a woman appeared.

“Hello Askeladd,” she greeted him calmly as she walked towards him.

“Greetings to the Lady of this great hall!” Askeladd bowed, flashing a smile that usually charmed women, but she looked at him blankly.

“I’ve heard your ship needs repair?” she asked and tilted her head slightly as she waited for his response. Askeladd raised his brows in surprise before he smiled at her once again.

“Well informed, I see,” he grinned, shrugging, “We ran into some competitors and then there was a gentle but stiff breeze…. nothing worth mentioning,” he winked.

“You encountered pirates on the open sea,” Skadi corrected, her piercing blue eyes unwavering, “and then your ship was torn apart in a storm.”

Askeladd ground his teeth before he laughed and smirked at her. Skadi was tall for a woman, but he was still a few centimetres taller than her, enough for him to look down at her with a smile.

“Don’t listen to rumours. Competitors and a gentle breeze,” he smirked mischievously, “But I have to admit we still need a shipwright, and we probably have to stay for a few days.” He tried to give her his most irresistible smile but again, his charm met her indifference.

“Where’s your wonderful husband?” he inquired, turning around as if he could find him in the hall.

“Away on business travels,” she replied, walking past him, mocking his tone with a blank face. Ulf was a Viking warrior who regularly raided the coast of England like Askeladd did. At least she has some sense of humour, he thought as he smiled at her remark.

Skadi went to the right side of the hall and called a name through an open door. Only now he noticed her cunningly pinned-up blonde hair, which, together with her velvet green dress, gave her a noble appearance. His gaze lingered a second too long on her behind when she turned back at him.

“I’m afraid, you have to put up with me, Askeladd,” she stated with a firm voice and went to stay next to him. They both looked up at the wall full of shields. One shield, with a large crack in the middle and a strangely familiar crest, drew his interest.

“That’s the emblem of one of the English lords we defeated,” Skadi said softly. In the corners of his eyes, he saw her smiling, but he didn’t dare to look at her.

“It was the last battle we thought together, I think,” Askeladd added whispering, and both seemed to be lost in thought. He tensed when their shoulders touched slightly but didn’t pull away.

“It feels like a lifetime away…” Skadi whispered and their eyes met. “Now my life is…different.” There was a touch of sadness in her gaze and it made Askeladd gulp. As he looked down at her, he wanted to be as close and as far away from her as possible. His entire body felt as if it were being torn apart by this inner turmoil.

Suddenly, a door creaked as a servant entered the hall, and both jumped away from each other. Skadi turned, her whole demeanour had changed within seconds, as she looked at him stone-faced.

 “Ingrid will organise the accommodation for your men. Everything related to the repair of your ship, you have to settle with our harbour master, everything else with me directly. As a welcome, we invite you and your men to a feast tonight. There we can talk about the costs of your stay. Is this alright with you?” she explained with a cold smile that left no room for debate.

Askeladd gave an equivalent fake smile and nodded, “Thank you. I’ll tell my men. I see you tonight.” He left the hall, rubbing his eyes tiredly. The coming days would be interesting.

The sun had set and torches lit up the narrow streets and alleys of the village when Askeladd decided to join the feast. Ingrid, the servant from earlier, had already assigned all his men to different accommodations. To be honest, Askeladd was surprised at how well-organised and determined the young woman was. She ignored suggestive comments from his men or replied with snarky remarks, which made even the hardest bastard blush in embarrassment.  It was fun to watch but at the same time, it reminded him of Ingrid’s mistress, who probably had taught her not to let herself be pushed around, especially not by men.

“Your men are accommodated, my Lord,” Ingrid said and bowed her head slightly. It took Askeladd a moment before he realised she was talking to him.

“Don’t call me Lord. I am no Lord,” he replied with a charming grin, although he noticed her downcast gaze.

“My mistress told me to treat you with the utmost respect because you are a friend of the master,” Ingrid explained with her head tilted down and only raised her hand to point to the great hall, “Therefore you will stay with the master’s family.”

Askeladd followed her gesture and raised his brows, something he had done a lot since he landed here.

“Did your mistress forbid you from looking at me?” he said jokingly and studied the reaction of the young servant. For a second, Ingrid looked up at him confused and blushed deeply when she noticed his winning smile.

“N..n…no. My mistress said nothing like that,” she stuttered and looked in another direction.

“But she warned you about me, didn’t she?” the experienced warrior sarcastically concluded as he stepped closer, causing Ingrid to shake her head vigorously and run away. With loud laughter, he watched her run to the great hall before he noticed a tall figure walking towards him. With a content smile, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat and went to meet his friend halfway.

“Already pissing off our hosts?”, his second-in-command asked, walking beside him.

“I do my very best not to,” Askeladd smirked and thought back on Ingrid’s reaction. It wasn’t his fault, she was so easy to tease.

��Is that the reason why you haven’t shown up?” Björn grumbled, “And I have to go looking for you like a stray kitten?”

Askeladd laughed and slapped his friend's shoulder, “I was already on my way. Plus, I can hardly count as a kitten? More like a stray dog…. or fox!”

“Why should I look for a fox?” his friend shook his head and swept his long hair away from his face, which frequently obscured his vision when he didn't have his helmet on.

“I’m just saying, I’m more like a fox than a kitten. And you shouldn’t come and get me to shitty feasts like this,” Askeladd sighed and stopped.

Björn halted as well and began to enumerate, “But it isn’t shitty at all. The food is good, lots of meat, and wine and beer as much as we want. Even the music is great,” then he added gravely, “and the women are fuckable.”

“Thank the Gods!” Askeladd replied sarcastically. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can enjoy any of this. Unlike you bastards, I have to sit politely at the table of the chieftain and since Ulf is gone, I have to enjoy the company of his wife.” His words dripped with sarcasm while he glared at the great hall.

Björn creased his brow and noted, “Skadi is very fuckable, too.”

“That’s part of the problem,” the blonde chuckled and ran his hand through his beard. “She’s very nice to look at; she has always been…”

His thoughts drifted to the first time when he had seen her. On a battlefield at the coast of England. Askeladd had been slightly injured and exhausted from fights. The site had been chaotic, with corpses and wounded lying one above the other. Everybody had been spattered with blood and mud, he couldn’t distinguish between ally or enemy. This was when he had seen her for the first time, like a Valkyrie had come from the sky for them.

A sudden push from his friend snapped him out of his thoughts and caused him to stumble towards the great hall.

“It’s no use,” Björn proclaimed as they continued walking, “There are worse nights than sitting next to a beautiful woman with beer and food! Just don’t listen to what she says!” The broad-shouldered Norse burst into laughter, while Askeladd sighed again.

“I finally see why you’re so good with women, my friend.”

Standing in front of the double-leaf door, the captain took a deep breath while his second-in-command still laughed at his own joke. Björn’s right, it’s no use. Grit your teeth and get to it!

With a swift movement, he opened the door and entered the great hall. It was packed with people; the air was stale and heavy with the fragrance of alcohol and food. Over the heath, they cooked a whole pig on a split and the smell of roasted meat made his mouth water. When had he last eaten anyway? Askeladd looked around to see familiar faces, but the room was busting with people, eating, talking and dancing, he couldn’t make anyone out. In the right corner of the room, a music group played lute, bone flute and drums, while some people sang and danced to the tunes. A slight smile crept into his face as he observed the merry feast. It was months ago since they had had such a welcome. Apparently, his men needed a change of scene and if he was honest with himself, he needed that, too.

Björn thrust an ale pot into Askeladd’s hand, while the blonde let his eye wander through the room. His men had mingled with the villagers and sat at several tables throughout the hall. Taking a first sip from his beer; it tasted smooth yet somewhat harsh; his eyes found Skadi. She sat in the middle of a long table that stood under the wooden pedestal with the two ornamented chairs. It seemed that the community's most important and richest men were also seated there. She still wore her velvet green dress, however this time, he noticed how it emphasised her female figure. Her hair was now loose, held by a metal hair band, that gave her an almost regal look.

She is really nice to look at, he thought when Skadi suddenly caught sight of him and riveted her gaze on him. Askeladd almost choked on his beer when he noticed her piercing ice-blue gaze. Subtly, the lady of the hall nodded towards the free chair next to her and Askeladd said goodbye to his friend to move himself through the crowd to take the free seat at the table.

“Good evening, everyone!” Askeladd exclaimed with his most winning smile and toasted friendly towards the others at the table. All clinked their glasses except for Skadi, who looked ahead indifferently.

“You are late, Askeladd,” she commented sharply and turned to look at him blankly, “What kept you? Competitors or a gentle breeze?”This night will be interesting, indeed.

-> Chapter 2