#@atequila

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is starting to realize how far her husband is willing to to bring her home.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Escaping Kattegat successfully had felt like a God ordained miracle; like the Lord himself was rewarding you for keeping faith. His Grace had put Floki’s home within walking distance from Ivar’s estate, had moved Amund and Earl Sven to kindness.

Now you were unsure if you would receive another life saving miracle.

Floki wasn’t here and neither was Amund, the Earl had already let you know that he wouldn’t hesitate to hand you over. In his mind  you were an escaped thrall, a lost piece of property he found too insignificant to protect. 

So what could you do?

The ship was already docked, meaning it wouldn’t be moved for at least a few days before it departed again. The crew would need to rest before setting sail again, meaning they would be in the markets, taverns, Great Hall and, if anyone had fallen ill on the journey, even the Healing Huts.

‘(Y/N)? What troubles you?’ Kendra asked in concern.

‘When did that ship arrive and where is the crew?’ you asked urgently, gripping her by the arms.

‘It arrived just before noon, the Earl was furious with a warship being so bold; he demanded council immediately. Everyone has been whispering through the city, conflict rumors and the like.’

Conflict?

Would Ivar go so far as to start war with an ally, just to capture you?

‘Are they in the Hall now? Where are they now, Kendra?’ you begged.

Kendra’s look of concern was unmasked as she looked around the shed, it was still pretty empty, most of the thralls with more demanding tasks still out working.

‘They are still in the Hall, their meeting was not short from what I’ve heard. Still they were granted hospitality while they rest and prepare for the journey back home. (Y/N) tell me now, are you in danger, Sister?’ she asked directly.

‘Yes, and I need to leave now. Not one man from that ship can set eyes on me.’ you confided, desperate for some type of earthly support in this terrifying moment.

You wouldn’t have survived, yet alone escaped if Floki and Amund hadn’t aided you; and as much as you regretted putting them at risk, you knew getting captured now would only negate their sacrifice.

So now, you would take any assistance you could get, even though you knew you weren't as likely to get away a second time.

This time the situation was not set up for your success at all; there was no ally you could go to, you had no access to a ship already leaving and now you didn’t even have noble status to buy protection. Your only accessible options were to either try to make it to the next village and pray the search doesn’t expand that far, or try to hide deep in the woods and hope they will overlook you.

Neither one seemed likely to succeed.

If Ivar had expanded his search this far, why wouldn’t he have his men search the neighboring settlements? If these men have been receiving his wrath for the entirety of your absence, there is no chance of them being lax in their efforts.

Kendra, of course, did not know fully what was in your head, but she could see your panic rising as your mind raced.

‘How…how far are you willing to go to leave?’ she asked seriously.

Her tone, the look in her eye and sweat on her brow gave it all away; Kendra knew a way out and she always has.

‘As far as my body will take me before it drops. Sister, if you know a way out of the city I beg you to tell me.’

‘I can’t, not alone, we need the others. Megan is bathing in the river, fetch her, and me and Dawn will meet you at the butcher’s house. Quickly, before Hilda makes her way back from inspections.’ Kendra said in a hurried tone as she stood up, pulling you up with her.

‘Do not run, don’t bring any attention to your movement, stay as out of sight as possible, speak to no one.’ she whispered as she casually led you out of the shed.

As soon as the two of you were out of the shed Kendra’s entire body language changed; she was no longer closely huddled to your side conspiratorially and her worried face immediately softened to its usual youthful smile.

‘Thank you so much for helping me, Hilda would be furious if she knew I’d lost one. We’ll have better chances splitting up, so we can both meet back here and hopefully one of us has some good luck.’ she smiled brightly before she took off for the Great Hall.

You were momentarily confused, but you had no time to wonder what Kendra was talking about or if it was some kind of coded message, you needed to get Megan.

From the Slave’s Shed almost the whole city was accessible, the constant flow of thralls meant you could find a footpath leading anywhere that slaves were needed. So getting to the river where most thralls and peasant women bathe wasn’t an issue, but trying to not run was a hard task.

As you walked you kept your head low, but tried to look like you were looking for something in order to keep up the lie Kendra announced. In reality you were making sure you didn’t see any familiar Kattegat faces.

You followed Kendra’s instructions and didn’t call any attention to yourself at all, your body remembering exactly how to blend into a crowd without being noticed.

The river was in the woods behind the market square, which was thankfully not busy as the sun was setting. Most vendors and merchants were packing away for the day as you passed them, and you heard their conversation.

‘I thought for sure it was gonna be a fight when that ship pulled in! All for nothing! Just a cripple who can’t keep a woman!’ an old man griped as he put away his dried fish.

There was a younger man helping him, probably an apprentice since you didn’t recognize him from the shed.

‘And pathetic enough to chase her across the world.’ the young man laughed.

Their words made your stomach almost lurch.

Still you didn’t increase your speed or stray from your path to the river, at last you arrived and found Megan in the water weeping silently.

‘Megan?’ you called softly, looking around to make sure the two of you were truly alone.

She turned to you, startled, and you saw the redness of her eyes and briefly wished you could soothe her right now.

However, you simply didn’t have that luxury.

‘Get out of the water now, get dressed quickly.’ you instructed as you stood on the banks.

‘What is-’

‘No time, we are leaving tonight and I need you to get dressed now Megan!’ you snapped before she could ask questions.

To her credit, Megan got out of the water immediately and dressed quickly without any further questions. She had a look in her eyes and you imagined that your face looked the same way when you decided to leave Ivar’s estate.

Once she had gotten back into her shoes you took her hand tightly in your own and began leading her to the butcher’s home.

You could see uncertainty in Megan’s eyes, but she followed, letting you lead her to what she prayed was a safe haven from her life as a bed warmer.

The butcher was a very wealthy man and his home reflected it. Of course it was close enough to the markets, and it was one of the largest homes outside of nobility.

Now that you had made it here you realized with absolute horror that Kendra hadn’t given you any further instruction past this point.

You didn’t know if you should wait outside the front entrance, or hide behind the house; Dear Lord you didn’t even know if the butcher would punish unclaimed thralls on his property.

Just as a panic was beginning to form in your head, the door opened and Dawn invited them in as if she were the lady of the house. Standing boldly at the entrance and well dressed, if not for her face still being smudged with ashes from cooking today you wouldn’t know she was just a slave.

‘Come in! Quickly before I have you both lashed!’ she barked coldly.

Her harsh tone snapped you out of your confused stupor, you and Megan hurried inside.

Kendra was here as well, but she didn’t seem at all confused about Dawn’s familiarity with the butcher’s home. Inside the decor was impressive, the hearth burning strong as a boar was roasted on a spit, the tempting scent filling the room. The butcher gave it a turn before facing you all directly but his eyes were very focused on you in particular.

He was a big bearded man, with mostly greying hair but he was clearly still able bodied enough to earn his living.

‘Before anything happens you will answer me honestly girl.’ he said.

You nodded.

‘Are you the Princess them warriors are here to take back to your husband, Ivar the Boneless, Son of Ragnar?’

Of course you knew logically that the crew would explain why they were here, but you weren’t prepared to be questioned. Still, you needed help and lying wouldn’t help you now.

‘Yes.’ you confessed.

You felt Megan release your hand and she turned to look at you with hurt and betrayed eyes, but you took her hand again and held it firm.

‘I am (Y/N), Princess Consort of Kattegat. My husband is a cruel man, more cruel than any man you have ever laid your eyes on. He forced me into marriage, he raped me, he humiliated me and he burned my posessions to ash. I stowed away in a box for weeks and chose to be a slave rather than his wife. I am begging you, please do not turn us away.’ you answered.

You hoped that he’d believe you, but you prayed Megan would see that you hadn’t meant to lie or betray her, that every second you spent at her side in silent solidarity was real.

The butcher cursed and sat down in a large chair as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

‘Finn?’

This time it was Dawn who spoke up, she walked over to the man’s side and placed a practiced hand onto his.

‘You promised, you promised and I’ve agreed.’ she said seriously but in a very soothing tone.

‘Everyone stop!’ Megan shouted before Finn the butcher could respond to Dawn.

All eyes were on her now, she looked like a shivering lamb that had fallen into a pond. Her hair was still wet and she was shaking from the cold, but she didn’t look scared. She looked frustrated and confused as she watched her fellow Christian Sister be so familiar with a heathen.

‘Tell me what is happening. Dawn, why are you dressed like that, are we escaping or not?’ she asked.

Dawn and Kendra shared a look before Dawn sighed.

‘Meeting you girls has been my biggest blessing in all the years I’ve lived as a slave, and I never want you to forget that.’ the older woman began as she walked over to you and Megan.

‘You three are escaping.’ Dawn explained.

‘Are you not coming with us?’ you asked.

‘Finn has sent a messenger to the Great Hall, he has paid the Earl for my freedom and blessings for our marriage.’

Marriage?

You looked behind Dawn at the butcher who was still rubbing his eyes in his chair. Dawn was going to marry this Pagan to grant you safe passage out of the city, just as you had married Ivar to save your Sisters back home.

‘You can not do this.’ you rejected.

‘It is done, as his wife I have the authority over thralls. We are going to send you to Herning, Finn has family there that will publicly grant you all freedom. The journey will be long, but there are two horses he-’ Dawn explained hastily before Finn took her hand in his, effectively interrupting her.

‘We…have two horses to spare and can give you all cloaks and food for the road.’ the man said firmly; immediately you understood why he was helping and why Dawn hadn’t taken his aid earlier.

Finn loved her; must have been in love for a long time too if he was willing to smuggle Earl Sven’s slaves out of Brande. Dawn accepting his hand in marriage only now, when it was your only chance of survival, made you feel like you had personally damned her soul and life. 

‘Sister Dawn, I cannot accept you doing this for me.’ you said, the guilt already crushing your lungs.

Dawn smiled sweetly, in that motherly way that she often did as she placed a kiss on your cheek. She did the same with Megan and Kendra, who both still looked like they were holding their breath waiting for this incomplete plan to fail.

‘Please do not weep or grieve for me. I have loved this man since I first caught him shorting me on the pork, he is a good man and I trust he will treat me well as his wife.’ the older woman assured, sending her new husband a smile you don’t think you could ever imitate.

‘Why? If you love him, why have you been slaving all these years?’ Megan asked incredulously.

‘I had my faith, and you all…and because I was afraid to love a heathen, afraid to be married to one and become one. Now I can keep you all safe and marry a big old fool that loves me even when our Gods disagree.’

Of all the strange and foreign things you had seen since you had been dragged away from England, this was by far the most unbelievable. A truly happy marriage between a Christian and a Viking.

A male slave came into the home, not bothering to knock, or more so being unable to as his arms were full of modest fur cloaks. The man was clearly a field hand, being large and clearly well fed to become so visibly strong. He was maybe Kendra’s age, nineteen, with blond braided hair and green eyes that never met anyone else’s.

‘Good lad! Hand them out quickly, we must get you all out of the city before people begin leaving the feast.’ Finn instructed.

The feast. You had been so concerned with simply following Kendra’s instructions that you had forgotten that there was a feast taking place in the Great Hall at this very moment. Hilda was probably already taking notice of the absence of four slaves, hopefully the feast would keep her too busy to spare sending anyone to look for you all.

You were handed a fox fur cloak and you quickly put it on, noting that this commoner's fur was the finest and warmest material you had worn since arriving in Brande.

‘It’s only just started by the look of things, the streets are nearly empty. We have enough time to prepare the horses and nothing else. I will saddle them now.’ the slave reported as he tried to leave, but the butcher stopped him with a whistle.

‘These women are to be your companions and charges; they are dear friends to my wife. I am holding you personally responsible for their safety, Rolf.’ Finn warned severely.

The slave named Rolf, nodded and left just as abruptly as he’d arrived.

‘Are we leaving here? Really and truly leaving this place to go be free somewhere else?’ Megan asked, her voice nearly shaking in her hope.

‘Yes, we are leaving, it is up to God to decide if we make it to freedom.’ Kendra said, as she held on to her worrying friend’s hands in support.

‘Freedom.’ you said.

Have you ever truly had freedom? When you were back home you were not free to choose a husband, in Kattegat your husband Ivar owned the air in your lungs and in Denmark you were an actual slave. Could you really go somewhere new and actually be allowed to make your own choices? 

Choose what you will be doing, what you will eat,  who you will meet, praying in peace even if it's only in the safety of your own humble home.

‘(Y/N).’ Megan called out to you weakly.

‘I am sorry, I couldn’t tell you the truth. I-’ you began to apologize.

‘I understand, you never lied to me. Even if he is your husband, if he treated you like a bed warmer then that is life you escaped. God knows the sins we commit and the sins done against us.’ she smiled as she hugged you tightly.

Soon you felt Kendra and Dawn join in and you just felt them there with you, and you revelled in the fellowship.  

‘Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for guiding us to find each other when we were in our darkest moments. We pray you will watch over us and all who have shown us kindness, let them be healthy and prosper here on Earth. Amen.’ you prayed aloud.

You looked up and saw that Rolf had returned and both he and Finn looked uncomfortable with your openly Christian display.

‘And may the Gods bless you both, may they keep your fields plentiful and your fishing nets full.’ you said sincerely.

These men were not Christian, but they were kind and you were truly thankful for their help. They were putting not only their reputations in Brande at risk by freeing slaves, but their lives as well if Ivar’s men found you.

‘May the Gods watch over you all as well, now it's time. Follow Rolf, he knows the way and he knows how to stay out of sight.’ Finn smiled appreciatively.

For the last time you looked over Dawn’s face, searching for any sign that she was not doing this willingly.

Her face was flustered as she hastily helped secure Megan’s cloak, but there were no tears or any of the general puffiness that crying brings. Her hands were not shaking and whenever she glanced over at Sven only gratitude and love was visible in her expression.

Even as Megan and Kendra followed your guide out into the night, you watched the couple.

‘He will not harm me.’ she assured.

Deciding to believe her, if only to placate yourself, you followed your new band of refugees.

‘Hurry this way to stables.’  Rolf ordered before walking off.

You all followed close behind, your heads turning every which way looking out for spying eyes. Rolf did not turn his head once, as if he knew there was no possibility that anyone would dare spy on the noble butcher’s lands.

The stable was astoundingly far from the main longhouse, or at least if felt that way. By the time you had finally set eyes on it up close your thighs were burning. Rolf pulled a carrot out of the cargo one of two saddled horses was hauling.

‘We’ll have to ride doubles.’ he said, not looking back at you as he split the carrot to give both the horses a treat before the journey truly began.

Megan gripped your arm fiercely, and of course you understood why. After only knowing pain from a man’s touch it can become difficult to have any contact with men, she couldn’t ride with Rolf.

You and Kendra looked over at each other and silently Kendra agreed she would ride with the Viking.

Rolf helped you all mount then gave instructions on how to lead the horses and stay saddled if they took off running.

Once he was done with his rushed warnings he commanded his and Kendra’s horse to begin walking, you and Megan followed behind him much less gracefully. You had never properly ridden a horse before, but you found it enjoyable immediately.

The bounce as the horse walked the uneven path, the wind blowing in your face and hair, and the thought that God sent this animal to carry his children to safe haven.

Rolf led your group away from the Great Hall and market, instead you entered the woods leading to the river you had dragged Megan away from nearly an hour ago. However, Rolf did not follow the foot path, instead he passed it by.

‘We will follow the river until nightfall, when we stop to rest the horses we will wash to try covering our scent before we leave. The Earl will need permission from the neighboring Earl to search his lands, by the time it's granted we should be in Herning.’ the man informed.

‘Shouldn’t we wash the scent now? That way they can’t follow us the whole way out of the city?’ Kendra asked.

‘No, he’s right. If we are found while we’re still on his land, it won’t matter if the scent is on us or not. Earl Sven will turn me over to my husband and then do Lord knows what else to the rest of you. We need to put as much distance between us and here as we possibly can before sunrise.’ you replied.

The ride was quiet and tense, no one daring to speak, everyone of you listening closely for approaching footsteps. Even Rolf, who walked so confidently to the stables, was now turning his head occasionally as he led the way.

On and on it went, the tense silence as you all crept through the night following the flow of the river. Every time the wind rustled the leaves one of you looked to make sure it wasn’t guards catching up to you.

It was only after the sun began its rise on to a brand new day did you all breathe a small sigh of relief. It had been a tense eight hours on horseback, but you had survived the night. 

You would not be waking up to Hilda’s stick today, and she would not be giving you orders; she no longer had that power over you.

Because you were no longer a slave, not quite yet a free woman…but you were certainly not a slave anymore.

[marvelsviking]

Odd Sense (2)

Ivar x OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Back again. I posted this a few days ago but wasn’t happy with it so I revised some parts and added more. Hope you guys enjoy! AND THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! <3

As the plans to help Ivar and his brothers get home was coming together, Ivar was becoming more and more impressed but also a little peeved in a way as he watched you translate. A princess. The fucking princess of a country he and his brothers just so happened to wash up on. A princess that knew his language. A princess that had healed him, his brothers, his crew AND the rest of the kingdom. A fucking princess. If the gods had wanted him to meet his soulmate in another country, they could have sent a gentler sign to him. Instead, Thor had to throw his ass to her like a rock.

The way she held herself with grace but the scars on her hands told a different story. Of course, there’s something more to her. She’s a fucking princess AND a healer and when Ivar compared the obvious differences between Laya and what Ivar assumed to be her sister, he couldn’t help but have a strange gut feeling. Laya by title is a princess but she wasn’t necessarily treated by one. She stood by her father like a servant and her clothing didn’t scream “princess” like her sisters’ did as she sat in a chair next to the King.

There was something more to her. Something more complicated than Ivar could ever imagine and he just had to find out what it was. That’s where the intriguing factor came in. The peeved off factor was how the bitch sitting next to the King wouldn’t stop sneering at Laya and the way Ivar was staring at her. It was almost like she saw Laya as filth. Almost like how his father used to look at him but less-

“Ivar, what do you think?” Ubbe halted his thoughts and his eyes tore away from your face to the display in front of him on the massive stone table. Four miniature ships on a map that showed the land they currently occupied and the vast sea with surrounding countries. The plan was to have the ships take them to their original destination with Ivar’s remaining men and enough of King Abassi’s men to go through with the raid and come back and give a certain percentage of treasure to King Abassi as a thank you for his men and the ships to go back home to Kattegatt. The plan was straight forward and brilliant the only problem is that his brothers and the King couldn’t decide on how much treasure they should give away and with Ivar being the King of Kattegatt, it was his turn to debate with the King.

Ivar tapped his fingers on the table a couple times to front like he had been thinking the entire time and made eye contact with Abassi for the first time since this discussion started.

“Five trunks of gold,” Ivar spoke to the King and then turned his attention back to Laya. She blinked at him for a  quick moment, mouth slightly agape at the deal that was just spoken to her before translating them to her father. As soon as “Five trunks” where translated, her father raised a hand to stop her, not breaking his gaze off Ivar.

“Unacceptable for the number of my men that might die under your command.” He spoke with a clenched jaw. Ivar stopped himself from exhaling heavily and smiled.

“ Deal.”

“Ivar. Are you sure about this?” Ubbe whispered in his younger brothers’ ear. Ivar nodded and locked eyes with the King in front of him once again.

“Half of our gold. It is only fair, no? We are taking half of his men and his ships.” His smiled widened as the King whispered into Laya’s ear and then dropped when she looked back at him with concerned eyes.  She then stood straight and took a breath before speaking.

“My father wonders if you are planning to trick him so he would like to have a safety in place while you go on your raid.” She spoke with her head high, but he could tell that she was slightly worried about the response Ivar might give.

 “And what safety would that be, princess?” He leaned forward and placed his chin in his hands, looking up at her.

Laya turned to her father and translated. Whatever her father said back to her, her sister was not having it as she shoots up out of her chair and yelled down at her father while pointing to Laya. Her head lowered in apparent shame as her sister continues to yell at her.

King Abassi stood up and slammed his palm down on the marble table and Laya’s eyes filled with shock. The other princess slowly sat down with a scowl on her lips as the King used his deep voice to scold her. When he was done, he signaled for Laya to translate to Ivar and his brothers.

 “M-My father says that one of you must stay here and my sister, Princess Aja, will go with you in order to ensure that you will return with the remainder of his men and his ships, as well as keeping true to the promise of half of the gold raided.” This time her voice came out shaky and her eyes were glossy with tears threatening to spill over. Whatever this Princess Aja had said to his sweet Laya, it had clearly hurt her.

“Why her?”

“My sister is next in line for the throne, therefore, she is valuable to the Kingdom. My father assumes that your brothers are valuable to you too. If my sister ends up dead by your hands, the same happens to the brother that stays by ours.”

“What if I want you instead?” Ivar dared. King Abassi was smarter than he thought, no doubt about that, but Ivar wouldn’t be caught dead with someone who came off as prissy as Aja in his care. The princess would surely end up dead, Laya wouldn’t.

“M-Me? I’m just the Kingdoms’ Healer.” Laya stuttered with wide eyes. Ivar smiled at her while shaking his head.

“You are also a princess. You did introduce yourself as such, didn’t you? Also, if I’m trading in one of my brothers who mean so much to me for someone, I would appreciate if it was someone whose presence would be welcomed. No offense but your sister is not fit to be around my men and you did help heal my brothers and I as well as the remainder of my men. They will be honored to be in your presence.”

“Yes, well… I-“ She let out a sigh. “Would you like me to leave out the part about my sister?”

“If you wish, my dear.” Ivar leaned back in his chair as Laya blinked a few times at the nickname before she translated to her father the new offer. It took a lot more back and forth but the King agreed for Laya to go with Ivar and that the decision of which brother will stay in Monstraya will be revealed the day they go off on their raid.

Ivar didn’t like the smirk that sullied Aja’s face when the deal was made. The obvious fact that she wished her sister nothing but ill will made him sick to his stomach. In a way, it reminded him of Sigurd.

Ivar asked Laya to escort him to his room and journey was mostly silent until all of the questions he had held in flew out from his mouth.

“What kind of princess becomes a healer? How do you speak my language? And why does your sister hate you so much?” His brow deeply furrowed as these question confused him more now that he had said them aloud.

She let out a soft laugh that made his heart skip a beat. Her eyes went to the white stone ceiling as her lips pursed and released a soft sigh.

“By title, I am a princess but by blood I am illegitimate so I do not carry the full status. That gave me the opportunity to do as I pleased with some limitations and my mother inspired me to become a healer. My sister hates me because of the freedom I have and her mother raised her to see me as dirty blood and I told you how I speak your language. Last night.” She stood in front of Ivar and looked over him.

“Last night is very foggy,” Ivar admitted. He wouldn’t say it out loud but the only thing he clearly remembered from last night was Laya’s face and voice.

“Must have been the medicine I gave you then. I’ll lower the amount I give you so that you can sleep well and keep your memory.” She mused as she continued to lead him to his room.

Once they reached Ivar’s room, she helped him into his bed and left to retrieve the meds. After Ivar finished it, she changed his bandages again and he requested that Laya stay by his side until he fell asleep saying that a healer should be sure that their patient sleeps soundly before going off duty.

She stayed with him until she was sure that he was in a deep enough sleep. She told her self that it was because Ivar was her patient but she couldn’t help but feel something warm, something peaceful, something… a bit unsettling and just like Ivar, she couldn’t figure out what it was about him.

She wasn’t an idiot though. She saw the way Ivar dotted on her during the meeting, felt him staring at her the entire time and saw how wide his lips spread when her father agreed to have her go with them instead of her sister. She just hoped that the current infatuation Ivar has with her would prevent him from hurting her and that her fathers love for her was strong enough for him not to risk her life while she was away.

Laya wasn’t a manipulative person like Aja, but if that’s who she had to stay alive, then so be it.

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[ivarsshieldmadien]

Ragnarsson’s Breakfast Orders

Bjorn:

Bjorn likes a big breakfast!

Lots of bacon, sausage and ham.

Fried eggs...not scrambled, not an omelet but fried!!!!

Bjorn loves carbs so, he wants all the French toast, pancakes and pastries that you have to offer.

“Babe! Where is the honey for my pastries?”

Ubbe:

Ubbe is the most health conscience of the boys.

Ubbe used to think about food like it was sustenance that filled a void, until he met you. Now he loves and appreciates food.

He wants something light, healthy and has enough protein to sustain himself til lunch, after training.

Avacodo toast with smoked salmon or an egg on top does the trick.

“Love, could you use those pickled onions this time on my avocado toast?”

Hvitserk:

Hvitserk’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast.

“There is so many choices to choose from. Who am I kidding, I’m not choosing, I want to eat it all.”

Hvitserk’s favorite pairings are chicken and waffles & steak and eggs!

Y’all bought a bigger kitchen table just for him and the amount of plates that pile up for at his meals.

“How did I get blessed with such a good woman that takes care of me so well?”

Ivar:

Ivar doesn’t want breakfast to heavy.

Something he can grab and eat quickly is best for him.

He enjoys breakfast sandwiches.

Bagel or English muffin, bacon or ham, eggs and cheese or avo.

“I don’t want my egg runny today. Ubbe made fun of me when the yolk dropped on my armor yesterday.”

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[ivarswickedqueen]

Fever drabble III

Hey guys, I am slowly going back to writing so I decided to start with shorter things. Here is a little drabble for my Fever Series - you can read the whole thing in my masterlist My writing is kind of rusty, so I am sorry if this sucks... 

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Warning: smut, NSFW Word account: 1258 Paring: Alex x reader, Marco x reader Tags: @akamaiden @missrobyn81 @starfox-92 @kikuthestrange@heathen-whore @cbouvier23@kerouacsroad@ivars-snowflake @alicedopey @mblaqgi@gwilson937@steadypiepsychicflower @perfectus-in-morte @minarawr @vikingsandetc@proudcoiler88@ilvebeenabad @titty-teetee @ivarsshieldmadien@kuollut-talven@ivarsrideordie @atequila @lol-haha-joke @applesaucers @ethereallysimple@itharley@kaani14sc @itsgreatperson @captstefanbrandt@isabellarose5150, @florenceivy, @mockinghijack,  @93generation@lisinfleur, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @tephi101, @holydream@youcancallmeladyjoker@tgrrose @naaladareia @ivarsshieldmadien @laketaj24 @wishbone-witch

You knew that coming to this party was a mistake, but you couldn’t say no to Marco’s puppy eyes and Alex’s pouting, especially when the three of you were in the shower together when they asked you to go with them. You regretted it from the very beginning. Ida wasn’t here, Marco was scrolling through his phone all night and Alex was fooling around with Georgia again. You knew and Alex told you many times, that they are just friends and there is nothing going on between them, but it still made you jealous. Georgia was sitting on his lap, and he was playfully biting her neck, making her giggle like a school girl. You rolled your eyes and shifted on your chair. You looked around and saw Sophie leaning into Marco, sticking her tongue out, almost licking his face. “Are you kidding me?” you muttered when Jordan sat next to you. “Calm down Y/N. She does that all the time, she is harmless,” he winked at you and you frowned. “How can you not be jealous?” you asked him curiously. “And don’t say that it’s because you are Vikings!” you warned him when you saw the mischief in his eyes. “You are no fun, Y/N,” Jordan pouted. “I am funny, I just don’t like it, when someone is about to lick my man! Or when someone is constantly sitting on him and touching him,” you added grumpily and tried to ignore Georgia, who was laughing at something what Alex said. “Your problem is that you are greedy, Y/N!” Jordan said. “What? I am not greedy!” you defended yourself. “Yes you are, you have them both wrapped around your finger. And you are really jealous person!” he chuckled darkly.  “I am not jealous!!” you shouted and it caught the attention of your boys. “Jordan, stop harassing Y/N!” Alex shouted from the other corner of the room. “We are just talking, right Y/N?” he said, his piercing blue eyes staring into your soul. You scoffed and rather went to sit between Marco and Sophie. “Are you OK, kitten?” Marco whispered into your ear and you nodded. You suddenly squealed when Sophie licked your ear-shell. “What the hell?” you yelped in surprise. “She licked my ear Marco!” you said and sat little bit closer to him. “She does that everytime, when she is drunk,” Marco shrugged and kept scrolling through his phone. “Isn’t she cute Marco?” Sophie laughed and pinched your cheeks. “Help,” you said quietly, but Marco was clearly enjoying your discomfort and watched Sophie kissing your forehead sloppily. Your eyes found Alex and you mouthed “help” and he casually walked to the table, taking you by your hand and lead you to that secluded place when he sat with Georgia earlier. “Are you having fun, Y/N?” asked you Georgia, who came out of nowhere and kissed your cheeks. You nodded and she walked happily to the bar for another shot. “Can they stop touching me and kissing me?” you whined and Alex chuckled.

“What’s up, baby girl? You don’t like little girl on girl action?” he teased you and sit on the couch with you, with his arm around your shoulder. “No, it’s not like that, but I don’t like it, when girls I barely know are touching me,” you complained. “So you want to tell me, that you wouldn’t mind kissing and touching a female friend of yours?”he smirked devilishly. “No, I kind of made out with my best friend back at Uni,” you blushed wildly at that memory. “Marco, come here man, you need to hear this,” Alex called Marco who just walked by you. “There is no need to tell him Alex,” you said, suddenly feeling shy, hiding your face into Alex’s shirt. “What is that kitten? Tell me!” Marco demanded and Alex  gently forced you to look at Marco. “I just said that I made out with my friend when I was at Uni,” you repeated. “She made out with a friend who happened to be a girl,” Alex added with sinister smirk. “I kind of have to say, that I like the idea about you making out with another girl,” Marco smirked and you felt the tips of his fingers on your thigh. “Not here, Marco!” you hissed and smiled politely at Alex Ludwig, who just walked inside the bar with his girlfriend Kristy. “Hey Alex, give me my coat, Y/N is cold,” Marco said loudly and Alex handed him his light brown coat, Marco covered your lap with it and Alex smirked, knowing what is Marco up to. “OK Y/N, you don’t feel comfortable around Sophie or Gee, so tell me, which one of our lovely female colleagues would you let to kiss you?” Alex smirked and you felt his fingers on your other thigh. Marco was already reaching your panties, rubbing your clit with the tips of his long fingers.   “I don’t know,” you tried to avoid the answer and squeaked when Alex rip of your panties. “It was in my way,” he said like it was no big deal. “And stop avoiding the question,” Marco growled into your ear and slipped two fingers inside your already soaked pussy. “Yes, baby girl, we need to know,” Alex added and his fingers found your clit. “Why d-do y-you need to k-know,” you stuttered when their fingers found an alternating rhythm.  You were close in seconds and they knew it. “Tell us kitten,” Marco whispered, watching your face intently, loving to see your face when you were about to cum. “Tell us or we won’t let you cum,” Alex threatened and you knew that he was serious. And you knew that you are about to spend the whole weekend with them and he would probably deny you your orgasm for the whole weekend. “It’s… It’s Kat. She is pretty, kind, funny and she is always so nice to me. I feel comfortable around her,” you finally admitted and Marco started pumping his fingers deeper and harder into you while Alex increased the pressure on your clit. You came hard, hiding your face into Marco’s neck. “Look at the mess you made,” Marco smirked and licked his fingers clean. “You are a messy girl, Y/N,” Alex scolded you playfully and let you lick his fingers clean, making sure that no one is watching you. “So tell me Marco, when is Kat coming to Dublin?” Alex asked his best friend with shit eating grin. “I believe tomorrow Alex,” Marco answered and bit his lip. “You guys won’t tell her, right?” you asked in panic. You never knew what to expect from them. “Don’t worry Y/N. We can’t tell her, because if we will ever see you two kissing each other, we would have to join you and I'm not sure what would Kat say about it,” Alex said and winked at you. “What would I say about what?” you froze and looked right into Kat’s warm eyes. “It’s surprise,” Alex said quickly and Kat nodded, not really convinced if he's telling the truth.

[fanfics4all]

Protection: Part 9

Request: Yes / No

Request are open but ONLY if they’re Halloween<3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Male!Reader

Word count: 793

Warnings: Just fluff

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: After being raped by the Ghoulies Sweet Pea helps you through it.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Masterlist

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Sweet Pea’s POV

They wanted to keep Y/N at the hospital to keep an eye on her. After a couple of days her and the kids could come home. We put the babies in a car seat, Fangs and Toni also helped us get them home. The doctor said Y/N should take it easy for a few weeks, so I recruited Fangs and Toni tel help us out and they were more than happy to do it. They were so happy that they could spend more time with the babies, actually everyone came by to help out even though I only asked Toni and Fangs. Turns out everyone was jealous that they were seeing the future Serpents, and they just wanted to spoil the little guys.

“Sweets I can walk!” Y/N said and I placed her down on our couch.

“The doctor said to take it easy, so you’re gonna take it easy.” I said and Scarlett started crying. Y/N tried to get up but I pushed her down.

“I’ve got her.” I said and went to go get her. By the time I got in their room Sebastian was crying as well.

“What with all the fussing guys?” I asked and picked up Scarlett.

“What’s wrong with my little Princess?” I asked gently bouncing her.

“They might be hungry.” I heard Y/N say and turned around.

“What are you doing up?” I asked her as she walked over to us.

“They’re both crying, you can’t take care of them by yourself.” She said picking up Sebastian.

“Shhhh, don’t cry my little baby boy.” She said to him and his crying already started dying down.

“Yeah, I think it’s feeding time for these two.” She said and sat down in the rocking chair that we put in their room. She took her right boob out and held him up to her. He immediately started eating.

“Come, give her to me.” She said trying to take her other breast out.

“Let me help you.” I said and pulled out her right boob. She held her arm in place then Scarlett in her arms. She smarted rocking them while they ate and looked down at them with a smile. She started humming and I smiled watching her, she looked so happy.

“What are you humming?” I asked quietly.

“I See The Light, that song from Tangled. I thought I would be a good song to hum to them and they really like it.” She said quietly and I chuckled shaking my head.

“You and your Disney.” I said and she smiled up at me.

“Everyone wants us to go to the Wyrm, they’re throwing us a party so everyone can meet the kids, now that they’ve been home for two months.” I said and she looked up at me again.

“A party?” She asked and I nodded.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want-”

“No, what time?” She asked.

“2:30.” I answer and she looked at the clock.

“That’s in an hour!” She said shocked.

“Hey, relax babe, no one will care if we’re late.” I said placing a hand on her shoulder. She sighed and nodded.

“Okay, after I feed them we can get them dressed and go.” She said looking down at them.

“No, I’ll get them dressed. You are going to get dressed and take care of yourself, okay?” I said and she nodded.

“Fine…” She said and I kissed her head. She finished feeding them and then I took our kids from her. I put each of them in a onesie that Cheryl and Toni got them and they looked so adorable.

“Babe? Are you ready?” I asked holding our two little angels.

“Yeah, just a minute!” She called. She walked out and she was dressed in a cute summer dress, sandals, a pair of turquoise earrings, and she had a bag hung across her body. She had a dark but natural looking lip on and a neutral eyeshadow.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” I said looking at her in awe.

“I look like I just gave birth to two kids.” She said with a laugh and opened the door for me.

“Yeah, and you look beautiful.” I said putting the kids in the truck. I grabbed Y/N by the waist and gave her a big kiss.

“Come on Sweets, we gotta go.” She said with a giggle.

“But I don’t wanna share you with anyone.” I groaned and she giggled again.

“I’m sure they’ll be all over the babies and you’ll have me all to yourself.” She said and I smiled.

“Well, let’s go then!” I said and got in the driver’s seat. Y/N laughed and then got in after me.

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[laketaj24]

Le Trio Mortel Ch. 2

This is a collaboration fic with @grungyblonde and the lovely @ivarsshieldmadien. I literally just stole the taglist from the previous post! If you would like to be removed or added please let us know! 

Warnings: A little violence 

Prologue

Chapter 1

Louis.

I stare at the man before me, remove the skinny jeans, the ball cap and there was my Louis. I shuffle from behind the small table clasping my hands together waiting for them to state their reason for being here. I clear my throat. “Are you here for a tour perhaps?” I smile. Melli keeps taking deep breaths circling the thick sideburn one like he was fresh meat, while Marie was starstruck gazing at the strong jaw man like he was god.

He steps forward. “I mean do you have food?” Melli smiles and literally leaps from the ground with a slight clap and a giggle. He raises an eyebrow to her.

“I can make you something, and then we can give you a tour.” She places her hands on his shoulders pushing I’m through the house.

Marie’s nervous, it’s a first for her for certain. She steps forward clearing her throat. “Maybe you were drawn here by the garden out back. I’m told it has that affect on people?”

He looks mesmerized. He would follow her to hell if that’s where she lead him. “Sure.”

Louis.

“So uh…” the doppelganger says looking around. “Should I head out to the garden or better yet, do you have a line?”

A line?

“Of coke?” He smiles tapping the edge of his nose. “I usually don’t do this but when in Rome.”

He was in New Orleans? Louis’ face fades from my mind and I stare at him. “Uh, I was in the process of crushing herbs. Did you know that sage is said to cleanse the soul?”

“And rid the place of ghost.” He adds with an assured head shake and a point.

I scoff. Ghosts. “Where are you from?” I ask.

“Kattegat, my brother booked this trip dragging us here because of a fucking urge, he’s a weirdo. But I got a free trip and it’s not so bad. Have you been to Bourbon Street? Man, you can score some good shit there.”

“So I’ve heard.” His incessant talking irritated me. I start back crushing my herbs and the idea pops into my head.

I hand the blonde the tea. I mixed with herbs that will knock him down for some hours. “Here you are.” I smile. “Darling.”

“I’m not really a tea guy.”

“I beg your pardon handsome, it’s rude to deny the hosts refreshments.”

“It’s just it’s 86 degrees out and you gave me tea.” He pushes it across the table and I feel my anger rising as he slides the little device out and starts to tap the fluorescent screen.

“Would you like some ice?”

He shifts agitated and impatiently. “Have you seen my brothers?” Avoiding my question completely.

“Drink.” I pause and smile removing the edge from my voice. “The tea and I’ll go find them.”

“Look lady, I’m not thir-.”

My hand reacts before I can smacking him of the head with tea kettle. He for certain wasn’t my Louis. Rude mongrel. He falls slump to his side unconscious and I find myself cackling. “The fun begins now handsome.” I smirk.

 I will never forget that Saturday in June. The air was thick and muggy but the crowd was light. They only threw these Quadroon Balls once every six months. I pin my hair in a bun fixing the corset on my dress hoping that Jeanne was dressed and ready to walk out of the door.

The streets were busy. Jeanne and I navigate out of our homes down to Bourbon street, the ballroom was already booming with people, energy and a surge of conversation. WE enter, separating at the door. I’d never been one for crowds so I found myself flush against the wall watching the dances, admiring the men as they feasted their eyes upon the woman in their visions and staked their claim.

Jeanne was swept off her feet as soon as she hit the floor by Monsieur Raphael Broduer, he was a lanky gentleman, thick curly hair and a smile that charmed even the most stone faced woman. Jeanette stood no chance.

“Bonjou.” The deep voice says behind me. I turn to him and I stare. There has never been a man before that literally took my breath away. None but Louis.

“Bonswa.” I chuckle.

“It is rather late,” he responds in his sweet charming manner, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes were alight. “Have you attended such things?”

“I have twice.” I smile.

“Bel fanm tankou ou?” A beautiful woman like you.

My heart flutters at his small attempts to flirt with me. “How many have attended mesye?”

“Three.”

My face teams with heat as I replicate his attempt. “You nonm bel tankou ou?” A handsome man like you.

He chuckles and steps closer. “Well, we should both be the remedy to the problems at hand, may I have this dance?”

I could still hear the violins start and feel the thud of my heart trying to break free from my chest as he took my hand. We started the first dance following the directions of the dance, stepping forward and then back and then to the side of one another, but his eyes never left me and neither did that smile. That smile could stop wars, heal the sick and woo me to a life I never thought was possible.

We never touched that night, other than our hands and a stern handshake once he walked me to my front steps. We never touched but I remember every single aspect of it, every breath, every step even the moments of silence.

  He lay in my bed moaning grabbing at his blonde hair. I sat at the edge of the bed and noticed him waking. I face him and every look I’m praying for the Gentleman Louis to reveal himself, but there was nothing of him in this scoundrel. I was not a fan of the new age of dating. Tinder? POF? How about a conversation and a kiss on the first date? How about asking my father for permission to wed, not ourting me using acronyms. What in the hell was DTF?

He wakes clawing at the manacles on his ankles, I kept them for good measure. “Look woman, I’m not going to hit you because I don’t do that shit. But you better let me up, or I swear my brother, Ivar, who doesn’t have too much gall will deck you?”

“I have no time for your flagrant display of entitlement.” I pause and lift my hand and he stills. Those blue eyes widen, and I have him hooked. *** “I call upon the gods to summon and manifest a desire for me in him.” His breath is taken away. “Remove the disdain, fill him with lust, respect and undying love for me.” He falls back on the bed once again unconscious and I smile knowing that when he rises again he will be 100% mine and ignoramus free.

The hour passes quickly and he stirs to life immediately rubbing his hand down the side of my arm. “Miss Charlot.” He hums peppering kisses down my neck.

“Ubbe, you should go get changed, my love. We have places to be.”

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[angryschnauzer]

Fall For You Halloween Writing Challenge

Fall For You Halloween Writing Challenge.

It can’t just be me that LOVES Halloween and all things Autumn/Fall? Yeah, Right? Well its time for another writing challenge, and this time its going to be spooky! Under the cut is a list of 13 TV shows and 13 movies, all in the vein of Halloween or things that are spooky/supernatural. So have a peep and see if anything takes your fancy and you are inspired to write a little something! All writers are welcome, whether you’ve never written before in your life or are an established writer who wants a break from your 50 chapter novel!

RULES:

Writer/entrants can pick a MCU character or multiple characters, and a prompt from the list.

Send me an ASK requesting your prompt and character(s). There can only be one pairing within each prompt, so if its already taken then i’m sorry but you will need to have another look at the list and see if another option is still available. The list will show what has been claimed, so if what you want isn’t on the list then you should be good to request it. I will try and keep the list updated as often as possible

The prompt can be used as an AU or however the writer chooses; ie the Characters could cross over, the MCU character could replace someone in the show, they could use the show set up as a AU, or they can be based in the MCU but watching the show.

Emphasis on Smut/Romance, so no heartbreak or angst. Fluff is also welcome.

Can be reader insert, first person, or OC. M/F, F/F and M/M and non-binary all welcome (along with multiple partners and poly relationships)

Writer must post on either Tumblr or AO3, and tag send a link via tumblr messages to @angryschnauzer and @feelmyroarrrr

You must include on your post a summary of what happens in your story, what your pairing is, warnings/triggers, and if more than 500 words then a read more break must be used.

Use hashtag #FallForYou on your post if posting on tumblr.

Deadline; 27th October 2018

Once the challenge is over the link to the masterlist will be HERE!

Prompts; 13 shows and 13 movies.

TV Shows:

1 Buffy Bucky - @sherrybaby14 All Caps - @angryschnauzerwrites Steve - @lokikingofasgardslover713

2 Hannibal Dr Strange - @curator-at-large

3 Supernatural Thor + Steve Rogers - @kittenofdoomage Bucky - @atequila

4 True Blood Thor + Steve Rogers - @allaboardthereadingrailroad Thor - @acreativelydifferentlove

5 Ghost Whisperer Steve & Sam - @kegeekgirl

6 Sleepy Hollow

7 X-files Stucky - @averyrogers83

8 Stranger Things Loki -  @nildesperanddum

9 The Walking Dead Stucky - @helplessly-nonstop

10 Once Upon A Time Loki - @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian

11 Lucifer Loki - @geminiloveca

12 Penny Dreadful

13 teen wolf Bucky Barnes - @petitemistletoes

Movies:

1 Hocus Pocus Loki - @fionarhiannon

2 Practical Magic Stucky - @docharleythegeekqueen Bucky - @nerdgirljen

3 Halloween Stucky - @youngmoneymilla

4 Nightmare On Elm Street Bucky Barnes - @meleedamage

5 The Covenant Bucky Barnes - @kandomeresbitch

6 Scream The Avengers - @uonlyget1-blog

7 Saw

8 Interview With The Vampire Stucky - @mss4msu Thorki - @hellomissmabel

9 Ghostbusters Team Cap - @marvelforeverfanfic

9 Harry Potter Steve Rogers - @cappletini/@whiskeybucky Tony Stark - @lildove 

10 Rocky Horror Picture Show All Caps - @siren-kitten-his​ Bucky - @hotmenandotherdistractions

11 The sixth sense Loki - @dangertoozmanykids101

12 Carrie

13 The exorcist

Multiples:

Stucky, Thorki, Stony, Avengers, Revengers, GotG, Team Cap, Team Iron Man, Wakanda Forever, All Caps (Steve, Bucky & Sam)

Exclusions:

Characters must be 18+, Human/Humanoid, No incest (so if writing Thorki only the reader/OC can get some loving from them, not each other), no M-preg. No non-con. No Angst.

[akamaiden]

Griffenholm Confessionals: The Insane Party

Need to catch up? Do it here.

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long for posting this. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, knife play, blood kink, etc. Nothing triggering, I hope. 

Words: 1,395.

“There you go, drink it,” Mia said.

“What's this?” Aurora asked picking the cup from Mia's hands.

“Don't you trust me, sweet Aurora?” Mia asked pouting, caressing Aurora's waist.

No. Aurora thought, but this girl was the closest to a friend that she ever had.

“Yes, I do but-”

“Just open your mouth and drink this,” Mia commanded interrupting Aurora.

“Okay,” Aurora said concluding that was pointless discussing with Mia.

She looked to the cup, still thinking about her mother's words: Don't you ever accept any cup from anyone, okay? If you want to drink something, serve yourself a cup.

Sorry mom, she thought and took a sip from the cup. It was sour, bitter and cold. But it wasn't that bad, she could get used to the taste.

“This is beer?” Aurora asked.

“Yes, baby!” Mia said smiling.

“I can get used to it,” Aurora said sounding more confident that she really was.

“Hell yes, that's my girl,” Mia said. “Come, I know that Hvitty will love to see you,” she said guiding Aurora to "their" room.

Hvitserk was laying on the bed while he was smoking.

“Oh I see now why you took so long, princess,” he said licking his lips when he saw Aurora.

“I saved our sweet girl from the boredom outside this door,” Mia said while she come closer to Hvitserk crawling on the bed.

Aurora gulped loudly watching Mia's moves, she was wearing a really short skirt, what allowed Aurora to see her small lace panties.

“See something you like, Aurora?” Hvitserk asked.

“I-i...” Aurora stuttered. What she could say? That she was admiring Mia's body? She would never say that out loud.

“What are you guys talking about?” Mia said blowing the smoke.

“Nothing,” Aurora said quickly.

“She was looking to your ass, princess,” Hvitserk said slapping playfully Mia's ass.

“Come here, sit with us,” Mia said.

Aurora move uncertain about what would happen next but she sat on the bed anyways, she made sure to sit carefully to not show them that she wasn't wearing any panties.

“So you were really looking at my body, baby girl?” Mia asked running her long red nails through Aurora's arms. “Or should I say my ass?” Mia continued.

Mia's words and her delicated touch were enough to make Aurora's skin crawl.

“I'm sorry,” Aurora confessed lowly.

“No need to be sorry, we're all friends, right?” Mia said touching Aurora's thighs, feeling her soft skin.

“Right,” Aurora said with a trembling voice.

“I think I defeated all of you hungry wolves,” Mia said to Hvitserk.

“What?” Aurora asked without understanding a thing.

“Shhh,” Mia said silencing the girl, putting one of her fingers on Aurora's plump pinky lips.

“We'll have so much fun together, my sweet girl,” Mia said, now face to face to Aurora.

“I can't wait for it,” Aurora said totally lost in the beautiful green eyes that Mia had.

Mia guided her hands to Aurora's waist, caressing her lightly.

“You're so beautiful,” Mia said caressing Aurora's face, her eyebrows, her cheek bone, her chin, her nose, and when she finally reached for her lips, the door was open.

“I hate to spoil the fun, but I need to talk to Aurora,” Ivar said.

“You've got to be kidding me, Ivar!” Mia said angrily.

“Sorry,” he said shrugging. He almost dragged Aurora out of the room without saying a word.

“Hey, I don't even know you! What exactly do you have to talk to me?” Aurora said trying to get rid from his grip in her wrist.

But Ivar just ignored her and guided her to the same room where he was before, the same room where he had sex with Kelly, Kate, whatever was her name and where he killed her.

He will kill me. He knows I saw the whole thing and now he brought me here to kill me, just like he did to her. Aurora thought.

“So you definitely like watching me, right?” he said.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know you,” she said.

“Do you think you can make me a fool?” he said.

“No, I would never think such a thing,” Aurora said quickly.

“Then stop lying,” he said while he guided her to the couch.

“I didn't want to... I-i am sorry,” Aurora said lowering her head, blushing lightly.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She looked at Ivar immediately. He came even closer to her and started caressing her chin.

“So to obedient, just like a little lamb. A lamb surrounded by hungry wolves,” he said touching her plump lips.

Aurora closed her eyes feeling the goosebumps running through her whole body.

“What should I do to you?” he whispered next to her ear.

“Don't kill me, please,” she begged.

“Kill you?” he laughed. “Why do such a thing when we can have some fun together, hm?” he said and reached for the same knife that he used to kill Kate.

Aurora's heart hammer her chest so damn loud that she's sure that Ivar is hearing as well.

“Please,” she cried.

He brought the knife to her face, traced form her cheek bone until the corner of her lips, marking her with the fresh blood, and then he simply licked her clean.

When his tongue was on the corner of her lips, he couldn't avoid and brought the knife back again. He wet her lips with blood and then started licked her lips, surprising her.

“Ivar,” she said with a trembling voice.

“Stay still,” he said and continued to licking her lips clean.

Once he was done, he bit her bottom lip earning a low moan from her that made him groan.

Desperate for more, she guided her hands to his neck, locking him in place when she pressured her lips on his own.

He pulled her even closer, holding her by her waist, while he pressed the knife on her throat.

It was a kinky, dirty and filthy kiss. Their tongues danced around for what seemed an eternity before he started sucking her tongue into his mouth, making her a moaning mess.

Aurora climbed up his lap and with her shaking hands, she started scratching the back of his neck.

He groaned on her mouth and his free hand started roaming over her body, pinched her nipples through the clothes, and when he reached for her ass he broke the kiss noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties.

“Did I do something wrong?” she almost cried.

“No, little lamb, relax. I'm just wondering if you left your panties in your room,” he said smirking and squeezing her ass.

“Oh, this... Actually, my panties is on your brother's pocket,” she said blushing.

Ivar dropped the knife immediately, he couldn't believe that any of his brothers made their way to her panties faster than him.

“I know that this sounds strange but, Ubbe caught me here and I-i...” she blushed wildly incapable of saying that she was touching herself and that was why Ubbe had her panties.

“Say it,” he said caressing her cheek.

“I was touching myself while I looked at you and that girl,” she said hiding her face in her hands.

“Ubbe came and took you out of here, right?” he asked gently taking her hands on his, kissing her knuckles.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“I guess you're not that innocent then, little lamb,” he said while he was caressing her thighs. “Can I touch you?” he asked already caressing her inner thighs.

“Yes,” she didn't think twice before answering.

He smiled and started rubbing her slick folds. “So wet for me,” he said.

“Ivar,” she moaned his name in anticipation.

“Shh, I'll take care of you,” he said reaching her swollen nub, circling it slowly.

“God,” she moaned throwing her head back.

And then the door opened and Ubbe came closer to them, interrupting them.

“I suppose you're not missing this, right?” he said catching their attention.

Aurora blushed wildly seeing Ubbe spinning her panties on his finger. She quickly made her way to Ubbe picking her panties and wearing it once again. Too ashamed to continue there, she simply ran away looking for Mia.

“I was so close to win this bet, you really had to came?” Ivar said grumpily.

“Where's the fun if it's that easy brother?” Ubbe said playing with Ivar's hair.

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Not a Costume Party

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s first college party didn't go as planned, but even better.

ONESHOT

That bitch Freydis.

It was the first thing you thought as you entered what was already anticipated to be the biggest freshmen party of the semester.

The big sorority house was already crowded with bodies, beer cans, and liquor bottles. Music was blaring through surround sound speakers as smoke from several vapes and other substances filled the air.

It was exactly what you’d expect from a college party, the only issue was it wasn’t a costume party; like your roommate Freydis, who had invited you, said it would be.

The campus had strict rules about public intoxication so no one was in the yard in front, meaning you didn’t realize how out of dresscode you were until it was too late.

You stood in the doorway dressed in a Daenerys Targaryen two piece Dothraki costume, equipped with a platinum blonde wig and three prop dragons that Freydis watched you hand make for nearly two months.

Now, of course this wasn’t a movie; the whole party didn’t stop just to point and laugh at you. 

That you probably would have preferred over what actually happened. Most people were too preoccupied with their own conversations, but more than enough looked at you and turned back giggling to their friends.

Like you weren't worth more than a glance, but you were a funny thing to talk about.

Your ears burned in humiliation, feeling foolish for thinking Freydis, who had always been rude and dismissive of your presence, would genuinely invite you to a party.

Deciding you had given everyone enough to see you turned to just go back to your dorm and set fire to this costume, but someone catches your arm before you could leave.

‘Where are you going? The party just started, don’t you want everyone to see the outfit you worked so hard on?’

It was Freydis, dressed in a pink tube dress that made her look sweet as strawberries and smiling so happily one would think she was being genuine.

You snatched your arm away and glared at her venomously.

‘You’re right, I did work hard on this. Why should I let a girl who hasn’t graduated from high school bullying stop me from showing it off?’ you snapped before you closed the door and walked deeper into the party.

You were not in high school anymore, and people you don’t know shouldn’t have the ability to make you feel small. Freydis had been a nightmare from the beginning of the year, but once she saw how the professors praised your assignments she became outright spiteful. 

She would not get the satisfaction of making you leave this party to go home and sulk.

With your head held high, you walked into the kitchen and ignored the eyes that fell on you as you poured yourself a shot of tequila and downed it.

While you were preparing to pour another shot when someone took the bottle.

‘Hey!’ you protested.

‘Can’t have the Mother of Dragons pouring her own drinks can we.’

You looked up and saw the unthinkable.

Ivar Ragnarson, the wrestling team captain that everyone called Boneless. 

He was one of those infamous names that you’d heard a million times on campus. Everyone seemed to like him or envy him.

He poured your shot and got a second shot glass and poured one for himself.

‘To the best costume here.’ he toasted.

‘To the only costume here.’ you corrected as you clinked his glass with yours in cheers before taking your second shot.

‘Yeah, I was gonna ask what the deal was, but I got distracted by how well made this is.’ he said, pointing to the dragon on your shoulder.

‘Thanks, it’s detachable and doubles as a figurine.’ you said, removing the foam Rhaegal accessory and showing Ivar how it moved at the joints of the limbs, neck and wings.

‘That is sick, you are definitely either fashion major or engineering.

‘Both, fashion major, minors fashion engineering and robotics.’ you confirm.

‘Robotics?’ he asked intrigued.

You smiled brightly, you had been looking forward to the party so you’d get a chance to show everyone your favorite feature of your costume. Even Freydis hadn’t seen it as you needed the robotics lab to work on it.

‘Wanna see something epic?’ you asked with a grin.

Ivar smiled back and nodded.

You took Drogon from its notch on your belt and stuck it onto the one on your shoulder where Rhaegal was before. Then, you pulled a long black tube from inside the foam dragon’s mouth and connected one end into a nozzle hidden under the right wing.

‘Do you have a vape or anything to smoke?’

‘No, but I know just the guy. Sigurd!’ Ivar called loudly over the music and soon a long haired blonde guy smoking a bong joined you.

‘Whattya need?’ he slurred, clearly high already if his red eyes were anything to go by.

‘Literally just what you’re doing now is perfect, blow your smoke into this please.’ you smiled holding out the end of the tube.

Sigurd seemed to only notice you and your costume just then.

‘Sick costume, but I don’t blow anything. Take a hit for yourself if you need smoke.’ he offered the bong to you.

You weren’t a prude, plenty of your friends back home smoked weed, but you had never actually smoked before. Then again you never attended a college party before either, so why not cross one more thing off your bucket list tonight?

You took the hit, trying to remember just how everyone always showed you, but the first hit made you cough. Taking pity on what was clearly a first timer, Sigurd gave a tip to add an ice cube to the bong so it's less harsh.

You took his advice and tried again, this time you successfully held the tube to your mouth.

You took a step back and held up one finger, signaling that it was about to happen. You blew the smoke into the tube and watched the mouth mechanism open and spew out the smoke along with an audible roar that the whole kitchen heard.

You smiled as you watched countless failed attempts finally pay off in front of an audience.

The room erupted in cheer as the roar echoed.

Soon there was a line of people all eager to blow their own smoke clouds through the dragon on your shoulder. Everyone was asking where you got it, then how you made it in such a short amount of time. A few people who were in the same classes as you were quick to compliment your work in class and surprised to see you did more than study.

People from the living room began pouring into the kitchen to see the cause of all that cheering noise. Eventually the kitchen was too small for the crowd and Ivar helped you carefully walk out to the living room.

The dragons were firmly secured by the notches, but the battery compartment that powered your pulley system wasn’t so lucky. It was just loosely sewn into the waist line of your skirt and if it got too knocked around the whole effect would be ruined, so you appreciated Ivar directing a path for you as you exited the kitchen. 

The music in the living room was still blaring, but the roar along with the smoke show that a sorority sister blew out as you entered got everyone’s attention.

‘Everybody look alive! We got royalty in the House of Dragons! Introducing Kattegat University’s very own Daenerys Targaryen!’ the DJ announced as the spotlight actually landed on you.

The crowd erupted, the same people who had just been whispering about you were now chanting your name and trying to get your attention for photos and videos.

‘What the fuck?’

You looked over and saw Freydis looking red in the face in anger, but she wasn’t looking at you at all.

‘I know, isn't it cool!’ Ivar smiled.

‘No, it’s a stupid costume from a nerdy TV show. Ivar, let go of her.’ she snapped.

You looked confused, sure you had heard her on the phone talking about her new boyfriend on the wrestling team but you didn’t think she meant Ivar THE Boneless.

Ivar looked confused too as he politely let the guy waiting for his turn with the tube know you needed a minute to talk to someone.

‘Wait Freydis, is this your roommate?’ Ivar asked, looking back at you.

‘Yeah, and she was the one who told me it was a costume party.’ you answered.

‘Dude, that’s not cool.’ Ivar said, looking at Freydis in disappointment.

She scoffed dismissively in the way that made you want to put Nair in her shampoo.

‘It was literally a joke, and it doesn’t matter. Let go of her.’ she repeated.

‘You told me your roommate was a know-it-all headcase who had no social skills; and…what’s your name?’ he asked offhandedly.

‘(Y/N).’

‘(Y/N) seems just fine socializing with everyone, so what actually is your issue with her? You’ve been badmouthing her all over campus since orientation.’ Ivar asked directly.

‘She is a know-it-all! Even now she had to add homework to a dorky costume in order to get attention.’ your roommate snapped angrily.

At this several people protested, stating that Game of Thrones was recognized as a global phenomenon and that your costume was the coolest thing at this party.

This did little to reduce her anger, you noticed.

‘Ivar, I am telling you to get over here now; I’m your girlfriend, not her.’

This time Ivar looked genuinely amused.

‘Not ordering me around like a dog, you’re not.’

‘Excuse me?’ Freydis asked angrily.

‘I’m breaking up with you, you understand?’ Ivar said slowly and clearly.

You covered your mouth to hide a surprised laugh as Freydis’s jaw literally dropped.

‘No , you are not.’ she rejected.

‘Yes I am, you’re toxic, overly jealous, and clearly petty as hell. (Y/N) having better grades than you doesn’t make her a know-it-all, and her not wanting to get blacked out every weekend like you doesn’t make her socially stunted.’ he argued.

‘Ivar, tell me you are not seriously trying to break up with me, for this…bookworm.’ Freydis sneered, looking at you in disgust.

‘Well, I was gonna get to know her first, but yeah I think that sounds like a plan to me.’ Ivar shrugged.

This time you went red, suddenly becoming hyper aware that his hand was still on the base of your back holding your hidden battery compartment steady for you.

Freydis looked like she might actually explode into a tirade like no one’s ever seen, but she looked around and saw how many people had paused their conversations to listen to her getting dumped.

She cursed and stomped out, slamming the door behind her.

‘Good riddance, she was a nightmare and a half.’ Ivar sighed as he led you back to your que.

The party went on and eventually, after nearly every smoker and even a few non-smokers who just liked the costume had their turn with it you were finally able to detach the tube and put it away.

Ivar stayed with you as you went back into the kitchen, the two of you laughing as a few guys huddled by the fridge bowed dramatically to you.

‘This is definitely the best time I’ve had at any party.’ you smiled.

‘Well it is only your first college party, I’ll take you to a better one next week.’ Ivar smiled back.

Again you went red.

‘Tha-that's... I um would r-really like that.' you stuttered nervously.

‘You’re cute, smart, and clearly you have good taste in TV. Why couldn’t I meet you first instead?’ he whined dramatically.

‘She couldn’t have been too insufferable, you dated her didn’t you?’ you said, trying to ignore your nerves.

‘I was young and foolish.’ he sighed.

‘Didn’t you guys start dating like last month?’ you laughed.

‘And I’ve matured so much since then, honestly isn’t the tuition worth it when you learn so much so quickly?’ he joked charmingly.

You laughed and looked away, wondering how you had gone from being the butt of a joke to having Ivar the Boneless charming your socks off.

‘Seriously though, I imagine she’s fuming in your dorm right now. Wanna crash at mine?’ he offered.

‘Your place?’ you blushed outright.

Ivar laughed and told you not to worry.

‘I can sleep on the couch, whatever you’re comfortable with (Y/N). I’ll even give you the bedroom key if you want to lock me out.’ he assured.

The thought of going to a guys dorm made you feel scandalous, but you knew he was definitely right about Freydis.

You had bought a camera for your PC that faced your side of the room so you weren’t afraid of her destroying your stuff, but you knew if you came in tonight she’d find a way to annoy you.

Plus a small part of you really wanted to get to know Ivar better, so you made up your mind.

‘I’ll take you up that offer.’

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[ivarsshieldmadien]

Le Trio Mortel

This is for readers 18+ 

This is a spooky awesome collab I am doing with @grungyblonde and @laketaj24 I love these girls and I love this fic!! I hope everyone enjoys this and if you haven't read the prologue yet, read it HERE 

1821 New Orleans

A chill of relief shot through my body when the younger looking, undead woman handed me my grimoire, “I thought it was lost forever.”  I said, looking back to the pale woman, her cheeks were sunk in and she was so thin she didn’t look like much of a threat. She seemed relived and excited as she raises to sit on her knees and said, “My name is Melisandre D’Amour. And I seek refuge and revenge against the vampire coven of New Orleans.”

“Melisandre come sit with me. It seems we have a lot to discuss.” I said, reaching out a hand to help her off the ground. Her hands were ice cold, “first, you need to feed.” I look over my shoulder, “Leandro.” Leandro sauntered over to Meli, “take off your shirt.” He obeyed and waited for my word, “kneel.” His brown skin glistened in the candlelight and I run a sharp nail up his toned, muscular back. When I got to the top of his head I yanked it back exposing his neck to her. Meli looks up with a mixture of emotions in her eyes, “go on, you need to eat,” she opens her mouth revealing her fangs and she, hastily, clamps down on his neck. I think to myself, she must be new at this because this girl was a messy eater. She was done in seconds and Leandro’s limp body fell to the floor. I waved a hand, and someone dragged his heavy lifeless body away. “Thank you.” Meli said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I nodded in response.

“Tell me Meli, how did you come to possess my grimoire?” I asked running my fingers over the cover of my sacred book as she began her story.

“My father was an affluent aristocrat in France and he moved me and my mother to New Orleans a few months ago to flee from the war. One night, I was at a party with my parents when, none other than, Count Saint Germaine came up to my father and asked for my hand in marriage. My father refused, he thought I should make my own decision on who I wanted to marry. After that, everything was kind of a blur. The Count moved so fast, there was blood everywhere and I looked around and everyone was dead, including my mother and father. The Count took me to, some kind of, cellar and asked me if I would be his wife. I spit in his face.”

I let out a scuff, I like this girl, she is feisty, I thought to myself.  She continued, “He turned me shorty after I refused him, and he chained me up. I knew my soul left me and I could feel my body changing into something else, something different. All I could think about was my hunger. He starved me and kept me chained like that for days, weeks, I honestly don’t know. He thought he would wear me down, make me bend to his will. I remember the darkness of the cellar. The longer I was down there the more my eyes adapted too little to no light, to the point that candle light would make me squint. My hearing was so sensitive, when the Count would bring someone into the room, I could close my eyes and hear their thick, rich blood pumping through their veins, and it was all I could think about. So, one day I over heard the Count talking to someone about you Marie.”

My eyebrows shot up, revealing how intrigued I was at her story, “Yes, go on.” I said, encouraging her to continue. “He spoke of a very powerful spell book that he possessed and a soul he trapped, away from you. On the night I escaped, I knew I had to find you and return this to you.” She said reaching out and touching the book. “Marie, you are the only person that can help me inflict the pain and suffering the coven deserves. I pledge my undying loyalty to you Marie Laveau.” Meli finishes.

I leaned forward and reached out my hand and touched her cold, pale cheek, “They took someone very dear to me too.” Her eyes grew, “The soul they are keeping trapped is my lover. They killed the love of my life like an animal in front of me and they are keeping his soul from me. I need it back for when a strong and righteous vessel comes along his soul will enter and we will be reunited.” I nodded and said, “I will grant you protection and I will help you avenge your family’s demise.”

 Present day, New Orleans

Ragnarssons POV

He gripped her golden tan skin hard pulling her against him. She was hot and wet around his aching cock. Her moans were melodic and so fucking sexy, “Ugh I-I’m gonna…” Ivar woke up, panting in a cold sweat, to Hvitserk snoring in the room across the hall.

***

He had the same recurring dream about the woman every night for a month. It is what caused Ivar to talk his brothers, which wasn’t very hard, into flying to New Orleans. He didn’t know why it had to be New Orleans, it was like something was calling him there. His brothers loved the idea right away and they were pumped to party on Bourbon Street. Ubbe had been on his phone most of the flight over researching the best tittie bars and drive thru daquiri shops, Ubbe was always on that damn phone and it was his younger brother’s biggest pet peeves. Hvitserk on the other hand, hasn’t stopped talking about all the amazing food he was ready to eat. Right when they got off the plane and headed to their Air B&B, Hvitserk made Ubbe pull over so he could run into Café du Monde to get some beignets. That boy was always eating something.

Ivar attempted to go back to sleep and it wasn’t happening, so he sat up and pulled out his laptop and started looking at cool things to do in New Orleans. He was scrolling through a list of haunted ghost tours and the computer jumped to a page for St. Louis Cemetery. A chilling whisper drifted across Ivar’s ear, like someone was right there next to him, “come. Come to me,” it said.

***

The sun’s up and Ivar is sitting at the kitchen bar drinking a glass of water when Hvitserk walks in, “Ivar, check this shit out. Ubbe, come on man show him.” Hvitty says motioning his oldest brother to come over, “show him the picture on Insta.” Ubbe held up his phone and there was a picture of a huge bloody mary with an entire fried chicken sticking out of it. “We are going right now.” Hvitserk said excited.

After a delicious breakfast the boys started walking down a street by the French Quarter. Hvitserk, was trailing behind Ivar with Ubbe and was already discussing what he was going to have for lunch, “I definitely want some fried catfish, some etouffee, oh and I gotta have some gumbo.” Hvitserk continued to spout off any dish that was remotely southern while Ubbe was face deep in his phone, looking for Odin knows what. Ivar turned down an alley way and his brothers, not paying attention to where he was leading them, followed him. “Come to me.” He heard the cool whisper again. Next thing he knew, they were all standing in front of a blood red door. “Ivar, where are we?” Ubbe asked, finally looking up from his phone. “I don’t think this is where the brewery tour is.” Hvitserk said. Ivar didn’t even knock, he just, pushed the door open and saw her, the woman from his dreams.

Marie’s POV

Before the door opened I knew he was there. I turn in my chair slowly and stop when I saw his familiar piercing blue eyes. He looks just like my soul mate from so long ago. All three men in front of me were gorgeous. They all resemble each other so it is easy to assume they are brothers.

“Tu es revenu vers moi.” I say under my breath. I turn to my right and Charlot has stopped grinding herbs in her mortar and pestle, she is distracted. Of the three men, her eyes were scanning the toned body of the oldest brother.

My gaze turns back towards the three men in front of us when Melisandre slides out of the shadows behind them. She feed recently, and I know she can control herself around them but it’s a matter of if she wants too. She hovers behind the tall one with his hair tied in a bun, “mmm this one smells delicious.” She says making the man jump and turn to look at her quickly.

“Bonjou, what is it I can do for any of you today?” I ask already knowing their answers. Still studying his uncanny resemblance to my lover, he answers honestly, “ugh I really don’t know. Something drew me here, like something was calling me.” I let a smirk slide across my face. I am the reason he is here. I cast a simple spell, so I could find an ancestor of my lover Baron, and here he is, standing in front of me staring with those same crystal blue eyes. “what are your names?” I ask and each of the brothers rattle off their names like roll call, “I’m Ubbe.” Says the older one, “I’m Hvitserk.” Says the one with, I think the kids are calling it, a man bun. “And I’m Ivar.” My blue-eyed lover says. He is perfect, and I knew in this moment he is the vessel I had been searching for, for so many years.

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Fever - part 14

Hi guys, I am alive, just busy. I wanted to give you a little drabble for Fever, but, as always I got kind of carried away, so I decided to call it a new chapter. 

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Word Account: cca 1800

Paring: Alex x Reader x Marco

Warning:18+

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You were sitting on the couch and you were extremely bored. You wanted to do something with Marco and Alex today, but they said they want to watch a football, to be more specific – Danish derby. You rolled your eyes and sighed in annoyance. It was Sunday afternoon and you wanted to do something more exciting than watch 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes. You tried your best to change their mind, but they were really stubborn, especially Marco. He wore his FC Brondby shirt and to be honest, he looked absolutely delicious in it. You tried to seduce him couple times, but he kept ignoring you and watched the game intently. You sighed and started reading a book, sitting between them, your head on Alex’s shoulder. Alex played with your hair, but his eyes were glued to the TV screen.

“Come on guys, this is boring!” you tried again, but they kept ignoring you. You figured out, that trying to talk with Marco is pointless, so you started bothering Alex.

“Alex please, talk to me,” you said and scratched his leg with your nails lightly.

“Not now, babe!” Alex hushed you and you groaned.

“Fuck!!” Marco shouted and you saw that the other team scored a goal. Great, they will be extremely grumpy after the game, you sighed again and tried to read that annoying book you borrowed from your coworker. You thought that they will talk to you in the half time, but they discussed the first half and you felt like you are invisible. You could walk around them naked and they probably won’t notice. You kept reading your boring book when Brondby finally scored a goal. They both cheered loudly and you raised your eyebrow. They were like a little kids. Alex yelled something in Danish and Marco grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. He caught you by surprise and before you had a chance to react, his attention was on the TV again. You threw away the book and watched the game with more interest now, silently rooting for the Brondby team to score again, wanting another kiss from Marco. Next time you won’t let him go so easily. But unfortunately it was the other team, who scored again. Marco threw his head back, and put on his best bitch face. Truth to be told, he looked so god damn hot, when he was pissed. He made himself comfortable on the couch and spread his legs wide. You gulped and tried your best to avoid looking at him. He didn’t notice your hungry look, but Alex did and soon you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Don’t you know that staring is rude, Y/N?” he asked and chuckled.

“Shut up,” you blushed and hit his shoulder.

“You want him, don’t you?” he provoked you again and you felt your cheeks turning red.

“Too bad, that he keeps ignoring his naughty little kitten,” Alex continued and you started squirming.

“And you would love to ride his dick like there's no tomorrow,” Alex kept teasing you.

“Didn’t you want to watch the game?” you asked him with hoarse voice.

“This is much more interesting at this moment, babe,” he giggled and you wanted to smack him over the head.  

“It’s so obvious that you desperately want to crawl between his legs and suck him real good,” Alex’s words and the sight of Marco already made you wet.

“Alex!!” You whined quietly.

“What’s up, babe?” he smirked.

“Stop it!” you begged him, but he was ruthless.

“I don’t think so. I bet you are already wet for him” he teased you again.

“Why don't you find out for yourself?” you snapped at him.

“Hmm, I won’t touch you right now, babe. You look so hot, when you are this desperate,” he smirked wickedly and bit the top of your earlobe playfully.

“You are terrible person, Alex,” you whimpered and studied Marco’s focused face. He looked so serious and yet so delicious. Alex was right, you wanted him and you wanted him bad.

“Noooo,” Alex suddenly shouted when the other team scored their third goal. You carefully looked at Marco and he didn’t react at all, he stared at the screen and then rolled over the couch and disappeared in his bedroom. You felt sorry for him, he seemed really sad and disappointed. You stood up, ready to follow him, but Alex stopped you.

“Let him be, Y/N. He is in really bad mood right now,” Alex warned you, but you didn’t listen to him and followed Marco inside his bedroom. You found him sitting on his bed, with his head in hands. You stopped next to him and caressed his hair hesitantly.

“I am so sorry that your team is losing, Marco,” you said quietly. He didn’t reply but he pulled you closer to him. You stood between his legs, slowly caressing the top of his head. He buried his head into your belly and sighed deeply. That moment lasted for a while, and you didn’t know what to do to make him feel better. You took his head in your hands and kissed his lips softly.

“Please don’t be sad, I hate to see you like this,” you begged him and he gave you a tiny smile.

“Come on Marco, I want to see that beautiful smile of yours,” you encouraged him and he smiled softly at you.

“See, that’s my boy,” you smiled back and caressed his cheek gently.

“Thank you, kitten, this was what I needed,” he finally said something and your heart flattered.

“Anytime, baby. There is no need to be sad over some stupid football game,” you said without thinking and his eyes turned dark in seconds. His reaction was quick and before you knew it, your back hit the bed.

“What did you say, kitten?” he growled and you shivered. You have never seen Marco so pissed and you kind of enjoyed that.

“I am so sorry,” you tried, but he wasn’t listening to you.

“Do you think that I didn’t notice how you were looking at me the whole evening?” he growled and you gulped.

“Do you think that I didn’t notice your hungry looks? It was so distracting, I couldn’t really focus on the game. So kitten, I think that it’s actually your fault that they are losing,” he said and you looked at him in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious, Marco,” you protested but he silenced you with rough kiss.

“I think I have to punish you, kitten,” Marco growled again and you felt the goose bumps forming on your skin. Marco quickly got rid of your clothes and started kissing your naked body teasingly slowly.

“Fuck Marco, you said you will punish me!” you protested and he smirked against your skin.

“Yes I did, kitten. Going at it slowly is the worst punishment for you,” he said and slowly circled your nipple with his tongue.

“Marco, please!” you begged but he ignored you. He was avoiding your nipples for a very long time, driving you insane. You were nearly crying, when he finally flicked his tongue over your sensitive nipple. His tongue was dancing on your erected buds, earning deep moans from your lips. He teased you with his teeth and you were moaning his name quietly, gripping his hair into your fist, trying to pull him closer to your chest, make him suck your nipples, but he only laughed and kept teasing you. You hummed when you felt his hand sliding down your body to your soaking wet pussy. He kissed his way to your ear.

”I love to make you this wet, kitten,” he purred into your ear and touched your clit lightly.

“Marco, please!” you begged him, twisting your hand into his yellow shirt.

“What do you want, kitten?” he smirked and kissed the side of your neck, while his fingers ghosted over your cunt.

“I need your long fingers inside me, Marco, please,” you whined shamelessly, begging him with your eyes.

“Is that what you want, kitten?” he chuckled and rubbed your clit gently.

“Yes” you moaned loudly, biting your lip, looking deep into his green eyes.

“I am not sure if you want it enough, Y/N,” he teased you and nibbled at your bottom lip playfully.

“Please, Marco! I was thinking about your fingers in my pussy the whole afternoon,” you admitted and enjoyed the satisfied look on his face.

“Is that true, kitten? Is that what you were whispering about with Alex earlier?” he asked and slowly slid his two fingers inside you.

“Not exactly,” you admitted.

“So what were you talking about?” he asked curiously.

“We were talking about how much I want your cock,” you said and he stopped fingering you and you whined.

“I think that I should give you what you want from me, kitten,” Marco said with lust clouded voice. He already forgot about your punishment. All he wanted was to be inside you as quick as possible.

He pulled down his black shorts, revealing his already hard cock. You wanted to touch him, but he smacked your hands away, no touching tonight, kitten, I have to punish you after all, he smirked and filled you slowly.

“Fuck, Marco!” you moaned deeply and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by his thick cock. Marco started moving slowly, rocking his hips in and out of you. His lips found your nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers.

“This feel so good, Marco babe. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you begged him, scared that he won’t let you cum. But it was not his intention. He kept thrusting into you, his hand was suddenly on your neck, choking you lightly, making you roll your eyes in pure pleasure. He kept his slow pace, slowly bringing you to a powerful orgasm. You felt your belly tightening and you were so close. Marco started pushing faster and faster and you felt your walls pulsing around his cock, bringing him closer to his own release. You came hard, moaning his name, breathing heavily, pulling him down for a loving kiss. He followed you quickly, kissing you back passionately. When you finally pulled apart you saw Alex leaning against the door frame.

“It ended 3:1,” he said to Marco and winked at you.

“Well, Marco just scored too. Do you want to equal the score?” you said and licked your lips seductively.

“So, are you telling me, that I have to score three times now?” he laughed already taking off his shirt, jumping on the bed to join you in another eventful Sunday for the three of you.

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Protection: Part 5

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1137

Warnings: Talk of rape

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: After being raped by the Ghoulies Sweet Pea helps you through it.

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Sweet Pea’s POV

It’s been months since Y/N told me she was pregnant and since I kicked her out… The Serpents wouldn’t talk to me anymore and FPp took my jacket. He said if he ever saw my face at the Wyrm again he’d beat the hell out of me. I lost all my friends, hell my family! I lost my world…

I wanted to get her back but I fucked up big time. Nothing I could do would make up what I said or did. I just wanted to hold her… I wanted to take care of her and her child. I wanted it to be our child. I’m so stupid! How could I say it wasn’t a child!? She’s so caring, of course she’d want to keep it…

Y/N’s POV

I was now eight months pregnant and as promised I let Cheryl throw a party. Her and Toni decorated the Wyrm for the baby shower. They had a table in front of the stage, perfectly in the middle. Half the table was pink and said girl while the other half was blue and said boy. There were pink sweets on the girls side and blue sweets on the boys side. Each half of the bar was decorated for each gender. When you walked in you had to vote on what each twins gender was. So far most of the Serpents wanted two little boys while the girls wanted two little girls, a few of my friends voted on one of each. Of course there needed to be alcohol so Veronica suggested a mimosa bar. They set it up on the bar and it was kind of funny seeing a tough biker gang drinking mimosas.

It was a great party and everyone was having a great time but I still just wanted Sweet Pea to talk through those doors… I invited him without anyone else knowing and I really hoped he’d come because I still loved him. I was sitting in a chair opening gifts when the doors opened. Everyone looked up and there he was, the love of my life. My face lit up and tears distorted my vision.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Cheryl growled getting up and walking over with her arms crossed.

“Um… I was invited…” He said standing there awkwardly.

“No you weren’t.” Toni said getting up and stood next to her girlfriend. The rest of the Serpents got up and followed the two girls.

“Get out of here you asshole!” My brother growled.

“Enough!” I shouted standing up and walking over to the group.

“I invited him.” I said and everyone looked at me shocked.

“You invited him? Why?” Jughead asked. Instead of answering him I grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand and walked outside with him.

“Before you hit me or yell at me or whatever can I please say something?” He asked once we were outside. I nodded and waited for him to speak.

“I am so, so, so, sorry about what I said. I’m an asshole and I shouldn’t have said the child wasn’t a child, or that it wasn’t yours, or that you shouldn’t keep it because it’s from a rape. I should have known you’d want to keep it, you’re the most caring person in the world and you’ve always wanted to be a mother…” He said with a sigh.

“I know you won’t let me back in your life but I miss you so much…You’re my world and I just want you back. I want to take care of this child, I want to be apart of this. I love you and I’ll love this child, I promise you.” He said with tears in his eyes. I gently placed my hand on his arm and he looked down at me. I smiled at him and placed my lips on his.

“I’m not totally forgiving you but god did I miss you.” I said once I pulled away. He looked at me shocked but placed his hands on my waist.

“Sweets, I love you and I want you to be part of this life. That’s all I ever wanted…” I said and a few tears fell from my eyes.

“I’ll take care of you and this child.” He said and gently placed a hand on my large belly.

“I’ll do everything I can to make up for what an asshole I am.” He said and kissed my head.

“Let’s go enjoy the party.” I said with a smiled and grabbed his hand. The two of us walked in and everyone gave him an angry look.

“Calm down everyone, everything is fine.” I said with a smile.

“What!? You’re just forgiving him? Just like that?” Fangs asked.

“He’s not entirely forgiven but I want Sweet Pea in my life.” I answered and they all just looked at me.

“Look, I love him and if you can accept that I want him in my life and my child’s life then the two of us can leave.” I said and everyone sighed but nodded. We sat down and finished opening gifts then it was time to revel the genders. Betty and Jughead had gotten a heart shaped blue and pink pinata. Toni and Cheryl filled it the colored candies. FP set it up in the middle of the bar, they moved all the tables and stuff out of the way and handed me a bat to hit it with. Everyone had their phones out ready to record it and see who was right. I was getting ready to hit it when I saw Sweet Pea standing off to the side awkwardly.

“Hold on a sec.” I said and then walked over to him, he looked at me and I smiled up at him.

“Come here.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the pinata with me. I handed him the bat and a few people groaned, aka Cheryl. Sweet Pea looked at me confused and I just smiled.

“Go on, don’t keep everyone waiting.” I said and he gave me a small smile. He still didn’t realize it was twins so this was going to be a great surprise for him. He took the bat and smashed it into the pinata a few times. Pink and blue fell from the heart and everyone cheered. Sweet Pea dropped the bat and looked at me.

“What?” He asked shocked.

“I’m having twins, a boy and a girl.” I said with a huge smile.

“Wait, twins?” he asked with wide eyes. I nodded and he picked me up twirling me around.

“Careful!” I laughed and he put me down.

“Right…sorry.” He said putting me down and scratched the back of his neck.

“We’re having twins?” He asked nervously. I nodded with a smile.

“We’re having twins.”

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Griffenholm Confessionals: Ubbe: The Teacher’s Pet

A/N: This a part of a collaborative work featuring myself, @ivarsshieldmadien, @akamaiden and @ivarswickedqueen!!! There are other parts!!!  I tagged everyone on ivarssheildmaidens list lol and added a few but our list are close to the same minus a few. 

The Story of Hvitserk and Mia- @ivarsshieldmadien Griffenholm Confessionals: Ivar - @ivarswickedqueen Head Cannons: Everyone lol  Warnings: SMUT. 

Every class had their perks, English had Samantha with the wide hips and cute smile. She knew every line of Shakespeare and every word of Great Gatsby, which sounded even better coming from her when she was beneath Ubbe. Their Thursday night study sessions had saved him Junior year. In Algebraic Statistics there was Lena, she knew every formula to solve any equation and even the perfect angle to make him cum in two seconds. Griffenholm definitely had it’s perks last year, but not this year. This year Lena changed schools and she wasn’t there to save him from shit he couldn’t figure out.

“And chi squared is,” The teacher pauses. “Mr. Lothbrok!”

“Fuck me.” Ubbe mumbled as he sat up in his desk. “Mrs. Fitzpatrick, you have a question for me?”

“Define Chi Squared?”

“I can’t.” He smiles. “I really want to, but I haven’t had the chance to actually read my math book this year. Ivar burnt it.” He blushed winking at the girl smiling ahead of him. “And it has seriously put a hurting on me learning wise this year.”

“That is unfortunate, how about you stay after class this afternoon and copy the entire chapter into that binder you have there and next time you will be able to answer the question. No excuses will be tolerated this year. Not even from a Lothbrok.” She warned pulling her glasses to the tip of her slender nose and then back to dry erase board. She’d had Bjorn and he wasn’t a trouble maker like these last ones that had come through the school. She’d dodged a bullet not getting Ivar and Hvitserk, Ubbe perhaps was the most tolerable out of the intolerable. But he was even an ass.

Ubbe said nothing looking down at his phone texting his brothers.

Ubbe: Can’t meet right after class, detention.

His phone vibrates repetitively and he’s sure it’s Ivar, he never could send just one message. The class is dismissed, and he checks his messages.

Ivar: Just Fucking LEAVE.

Hvitserk: I’m with Mia anyway.

Ivar: You two fucking suck.

Ivar: And sincerely Fuck you both

Ivar: And who the fuck moved my guns?

Ivar: Stay out of my shit.

Fitzpatrick is calm walking around the classroom retrieving a book from underneath the counter she unintentionally revealing her thick legs, honey in color and a unearthing temptation. Ubbe watches her as she bends over whipping her hair over her shoulder. He groans and adjust himself in his underwear. Maybe math wouldn’t be that horrid this year after all.

She stands and his eyes lock onto the blank page. “You are to read this chapter an try to grasp a clear understanding of what is going on in this class. Don’t you think about your future Ubbe?”

“I’m certain that I have no worries.” He shrugs opening the book.

“Why are you certain about this Mr. Lothbrok? You have a failing grading in this class. I won’t pass you because I’m scared of you or your brothers. You will have to earn everything you want in this class room. Is that understood?”

Ubbe doesn’t speak standing from his desk walking over to the door to pull down the blinds. “Why aren’t you scared of me exactly?” He says leaning against the white board.

She moves across the classroom towards him. The anger bleeds in her long strides and he’s een more sure when her finger digs into his chest. “Young man, I see nothing here worth being scared of, you are an intimidator. You canno-,” Ubbe’s hand cups her face and she looks taken back. “What are you doing?”

“Wondering why the fuck you’re so angry?” He smirks leaning in to kiss her. Fitzpatrick moves at first but his firm hold on her head. His lips crash into hers and they part allowing his tongue to flick against hers and her groans from the struggle of his hold turn into moans of pleasure. Her hands land on the desk as she stumbles backwards and Ubbe lifts her up on the desk and spreads her legs. “Do you think you\’ve earned the right to come Ms. Fitzpatrick?” He whispers.

“This is wrong.”

“Yeah, and so was that answer.” He smiles pushing his hands up her legs noticing she has no underwear on. Ubbe steps back. “You fucking temptress you.” He grins. “You’ve been walking around here waiting for me for how long?” Before she can protest he slips is fingers into her and watches as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh, you’re fucking beautiful.” He thrusts his fingers slow and then speeds up and admires her hands gripping the desk for balance. Right when he can hear her breath slow, toes curl and walls clench around him he withdraws. “I’m not sure you’ve earned that Ms. Fitzpatrick.”

She whimpers from the feeling of emptiness and her legs lock around him. “Ubbe Lothbrok.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want?”

“At least a C so I can get out of this place?” His lips ghost her neck and then his fingers reenter her soaking pussy. “Tell me yes.” He pleas. His hands grip her thighs and his belt buckle clangs against the desk. She positions herself for him. “You haven’t answered me.” His voice is low lustrous as he strokes himself from hilt to tip. “I can do all of this myself, to your fucking picture better yet in front of you while you ache for me?” Ubbe pauses. “Is that what you want?” She says nothing and he strokes himself a few more times and releases a groan that sends her eyes to him. Ubbe is thick and longer than she expected. “Speak up.”

“I’ll do it.” She rushes. “Whatever you want, fuck me?”

He lifts her from the desk and sits back in her chair. “You’re the teacher aren’t you?” He flourishes himself guiding her to take charge and she does. She positions herself over him and lowers down. “Oh fuck me, Fitzpatrick you’re so fucking tight.” He watches her slowly begin to rock and completely takes charge fucking up into her with long, hard strides.

“Oh god.” She says gripping his shoulders to keep her balance. “Harder.”

“You sure about that, baby…” He leans up gripping her hair and pulling her face so that her eyes are hooked on him. “Looks like your struggling taking it?” Her hand connects with his face and he grins as if the pain aided to his arousal. “Oh fuck, do that again.” Ubbe grips her hips slamming her down onto him. Fitzpatrick screams and he laughs. “You better calm down.”

She bites down on his shoulder muffling her screams and then she comes, her legs shake and eyes roll as his name flows off of her tongue. Ubbe moves quickly, fucking her with her chest flush against his until he’s near his climax and he slows down.

“I would really be the teacher’s pet if you had my child don’t you think?” He grunts pounding into her. “Fitzpatrick with a Lothbrok baby.” She tries to lift herself and he pulls her back down spilling into her. “Don’t run now.” He said with his final thrust.

“Ms. Fitzpatrick! I have a que-, oh fuck.” The door opens and she scrambles off of him fixing her dress. The student runs out of the classroom and she shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about Alfred.” Ubbe says fixing himself. “Worry about next Thursday and how you should leave the panties home then too.”

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Fall For You - Halloween Writing Challenge Masterlist

A huge thank you to everyone that took part in this awesome challenge! There’s lots of smutty and fluffy/romantic fics here, any late entries will be added once links are sent to me! A big thank you also to @feelmyroarrrr for attempting to help me keep track of things, which must be a bit like herding squirrels in nut season.

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Buffy Bucky - @sherrybaby14 All Caps - @angryschnauzerwrites Steve - @lokikingofasgardslover713

Hannibal Dr Strange - @curator-at-large Supernatural Thor + Steve Rogers - @kittenofdoomage Bucky - @atequila True Blood Thor + Steve Rogers - @allaboardthereadingrailroad

Thor - @acreativelydifferentlove

Ghost Whisperer

Steve & Sam - @ksgeekgirl

X-files Stucky - @averyrogers83 Stranger Things Loki -  @nildesperanddum The Walking Dead

Stucky - @helplessly-nonstop

Once Upon A Time Loki - @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian Lucifer Loki - @geminiloveca

Teen wolf Bucky Barnes - @petitemistletoes Movies: Hocus Pocus Loki - @fionarhiannon Practical Magic Stucky - @docharleythegeekqueen Bucky - @nerdgirljen Halloween Stucky - @youngmoneymilla Nightmare On Elm Street Bucky Barnes - @meleedamage The Covenant Bucky Barnes - @kandomeresbitch Scream The Avengers - @uonlyget1-blog Interview With The Vampire Stucky - @mss4msu Thorki - @hellomissmabel Ghostbusters Team Cap - @marvelforeverfanfic Harry Potter Steve Rogers - @cappletini/@whiskeybucky Tony Stark - @lildove Rocky Horror Picture Show All Caps - @siren-kitten-his​ Bucky - @hotmenandotherdistractions The sixth sense Loki - @dangertoozmanykids101

[akamaiden]

Thirsty Thursday 💦

Okay so as you know, we already have Marvel Monday, when I post one shots and headcanons related to the Marvel Universe. And I was thinking what about Thirsty Thursday?

Shout out to the amazing @laketaj24 who already have this thematic day, but she's a goddess and she posts one shots. Keta, darling, when I grow up I want to be like you! 💕

So I'll use thursdays to post one sinful request and you can send me requests for headcanons for any fandom that I write (check the list here), for example:

“Headcanon for Ivar receiving a blowjob” // “Ubbe + spanking kink headcanon” // “Headcanon for Hvitserk eating you out”

Sinful things like that. I should be sorry for being such a greedy girl? Yes, I should but I'm not.

You can send your requests from monday until wednesday. I only ask you to specify your resquests, if you can say something “for your thirsty thursday thing, I was thinking...” you know?

I'm waiting for your requests! 😘

Tagging the beautiful souls of my tag list just because:

@amour-quinn @haliannej @ivaraddict @ivarslittlebadgirl @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen @ivarlothbroks @jade770 @dangerousvikings @feistybaby @tephi101 @nothingeverdies @readsalot73 @alicedopey @thisishowdynastiesareborn @attorneyl @mblaqgi @rekdreams247 @filthy-lil-thing @lisinfleur @laketaj24 @threewintersoldiers @captstefanbrandt @grungyblonde @cbouvier23 @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla @ms-allenbrown @dmv49 @deadpoolgirl23 @meeeeeeeeeps @atequila @deepdarkred @holydream @missrandomista @callmeyourangelxx @plantagenet-queen @moose-squirrel-asstiel @dewy-biitch @stanclub