#vinland saga smut

[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?

[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."

[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.

[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 :)

[alixezae]

please be aware that this blog publishes content which isn't suitable for minors & deals with dark themes people might feel uncomfortable with. discretion is advised <3

vinland saga jujutsu kaisen invincible attack on titan

request are always open unless stated other wise ﹗ i will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 write r-pe , pedoph!le , homophobia , transphobia .

(n)sfw blog for jjk, naruto, invincible, etc﹗

[daisynik7]

I'm thinking about something...

[niilue]

⸻ big and submissive ⸻

there’s something almost poetic about big men falling apart under your touch. so strong, so imposing on the outside, and yet, with you, they’re the exact opposite.

those muscles, capable of breaking walls, tremble softly as you caress them. their massive bodies, sensitive and perfect for slow exploration. you love the way they try to keep their composure, biting their lips when you push them to their limits, until they finally crumble with a broken moan that rumbles like distant thunder.

they’re vulnerable. big, but submissive. lazy lovers who let you take the lead, enjoying every touch like it’s a gift. pillow princes, eager moaners, desperate for your attention, seeking your approval with every move. they melt under your gaze, begging, needing.

and the best part? when they come, they do it completely wrecked. panting, gripping the sheets, trying to regain the control they never had with you. big bodies trembling, deep voices turned into needy whimpers.

— toji . sukuna . nanami. anubis . horus . uzui . sanemi . rengoku . zoro . kid . hades . shunsui . grimmjow . arataki . alhaitham . dracula . trevor . alucard . snake . einar —

[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?

[sukunasmainhoe]

Hello, I just wanted to come on here and make a list of my favorite fanfics💙.

Because I know how hard it can be to find GOOD fanfics.

Anyways I will assign a some what matching emoji so you will know who the fan fic is about 🌀

Some are dark romance so I will but a 🥀 by it

Also some links are ao3 and some are wattpad.

🩵 recommend 💙

ATTACK ON TITAN

Black Lilly🗝️🥀

YEAGER.🗝️🥀

CAMGIRL🗝️(discontinued)

Open the door please💡🥀

ARLERT💡🥀

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Changes🧿

Baby steps🧿

Two lines🧿

Foreign exchange student🐉🥀

A Spare(pt2 ^)🐉🥀

Nightmares(pt3^)🐉🥀

Caught Wet-Handed(pt4^) 🐉🥀

Rings🐛

The loveless marriage🐍

Secret slut 🩸

The f*ck list🩸🧿

defiance👹

Devotion👹🥀

Completely casual👹

BETTER WITH YOU👹

Beneath The Silk 👹🥀

TOKYO REVENGERS

Prisoner03695💊🥀

My darling 🏃🏼🥀

VINLAND SAGA

Askeladd🔪(this is a thorfinn fic)

‼️NONE‼️ of these fanfics are mine. If you would like for me to remove your fanfic just let me know 🩵🙏🏼

If you have any rec for me to read please let me know 🌀

[soanliawriter]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡｡.｡:∞♡*♥

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

◦•●◉✿𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜! 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒!✿◉●•◦

Below is the contents I do, these of which are onehsots, headcanons and roleplays. They will have titles and will be labeled either (nsfw) or (sfw)

(UPDATED MASTERLIST BELOW)

Please be reminded that, this account will be NSFW (18+ & 21+), BUT there will be SFW (fluff & softcore) too, best of both worlds is what you'll find here I guess haha.

Okay that is all! Happy reading! 🫶✨

// Oneshots // { Levi Ackerman }

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)

// Headcanons //

Levi Ackerman likes/loves (nsfw)

Ways Levi shows his love for you (fluff)

You look... (fluff)

// Roleplays //

Levi Ackerman roleplay (nsfw)

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My random Levi quick imagination and thoughts:

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

Levi loves your boobs

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

Levi posts:

Him in a black suit

Someone tweeted him in a black suit before

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

{ Vinland Saga }

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)

Thorfinn calling his pregnant wife "pregnant lady" (manga panel)

Thorfinn and Gudrid had sex?! (Fanfic)

🫶

{Kaiju No 8}

Soshiro Hoshina the man you are (post)

Soshiro knows your weakness is him (nsfw) (pt 2) (pt 3/ finale)

See ya soon loves/besties <3

[dejwrld]

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

[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.

[alixezae]

vinland saga smau masterlist | • back to masterlist

askeladd x reader

thornfinn boyfrie texts

request are always open unless stated other wise ﹗ i will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 write r-pe , pedoph!le , homophobia , transphobia .

[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.”