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26. Into Darkness

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Pounding. Incessant pounding.

It was the first thing Hvitserk noticed as he stirred, massaging his aching temples with a quiet groan. His skull felt like it had been split in two, the throbbing pain only worsened by the dry scratch in his throat.

Slowly, he blinked his eyes open. Bright sunlight streamed through the window,  brightening the room as he became aware of the scent of firewood, faint herbs, and something distinctly her lingered in the air.

Eira.

His brows furrowed as fragmented memories of the night before trickled in.

Ivar. Drinking. The street. Her voice.

He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply through his nose. Gods, it was all so foggy. He could recall walking in the cold, and then...warmth, hands gripping his arms.

She'd caught him, held him upright despite her anger. His mouth twisted slightly. She had every reason to let him fall on his face, but she didn't.

Hvitserk's fingers brushed against the fur draped over him as more pieces fell into place. They had talked. Argued. About what, exactly, was still hazy. But flashes of her face surfaced, her brows drawn, a mix of disappointment and tiredness in her eyes.

"I want to do something," he had said. "But I can't."

He could still see the way she had straightened, could hear the quiet pain in her voice when she challenged, "Can't, or won't?"

Hvitserk groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before allowing his gaze to flicker downward. 

The table beside him held a cup of water and a small plate of bread and dried meat.

For a moment, he just stared at it...She had left it for him.

He shouldn't have been surprised. She was always like that. She could be angry, exasperated, even furious with him, and still, she helped. Whether it was out of duty or something else, he wasn't sure, but he hoped she felt it too. Hvitserk thought she did, but then this happened and it left him second-guessing everything.

Did it matter?

Hvitserk reached for the cup and took slow sips, letting the water soothe the rawness of his throat. Then, he grabbed a piece of bread and broke it between his fingers before finally eating it.

Eira was gone. He didn't need to look around to know it. She had left early, surely off to make her usual rounds, tending to the sick, mending wounds, saving lives.

Doing something.

Hvitserk clenched his jaw. She was always moving, always acting, while he...what was he doing?

Nothing.

The thought twisted something deep inside his chest. 

He had spent so long drifting, fighting, waiting...for what, he didn't know. For things to change? For Ivar to become someone he wasn't? For himself to wake up one day and suddenly know what the gods expected of him?

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees with his fingers laced together. Eira's words, the ones he remembered, repeated in his mind.

"Can't, or won't?"

He hadn't answered her then...had let the silence take the weight of it. But now, sitting alone in the morning light, her words ate at him.

"Does it matter?" he had asked.

"Yes."

He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing back the frustration tightening his throat. She had said it so simply, so matter-of-fact...like it wasn't a question, but a truth he was too much of a coward to face.

If he couldn't, that meant something was stopping him.

If he wouldn't... then it was him stopping himself.

What was the difference, really? Either way, he was here, caught in the same cycle, drowning himself in ale and excuses.

"You don't understand, Eira."

"Then explain it to me."

He hadn't. Maybe he couldn't. Maybe he still didn't have the words. But the longer he sat there, the more restless he became, and eventually, his gaze flickered to the door. 

"What should I do?" he murmured into the still room. 

Then it hit him: the Seer.

He had only ever gone to him a handful of times, never seeking out the same certainty his father had. But now? Now, he needed answers.

Before he could second-guess himself, he shoved the fur off his shoulders and pushed himself to his feet. His head pounded at the sudden movement, but he ignored it, pressing a hand to his temple as he pushed through the door. 

Hvitserk stood before the small hut, staring at the door, his mind turning over his choice again and again. He shouldn't be here.

He knew what happened when people came to the Seer. Once he stepped inside, once the words were spoken, he wouldn't be able to unhear them. Whatever was said...that was it.

He should walk away.

He moved closer and rested his hand against the door. 

But he needed answers.

With a deep breath, he pushed it open and entered the dark hut. Dozens of small candles burned, lighting the room in a warm glow. The distinct scent of dirt and something almost rotten hung in the air. Hvitserk wordlessly sat on a stool.

"Son of Ragnar. Why have you sought me out?" the Seer rasped, clutching his chest as he shifted.

Hvitserk exhaled through his nose. "I need you to help me. You have seen the past, the present..." He tilted his head slightly. "And the future."

The only sounds lingering between them were the crackling of candle flames and the Seer's wheezing breaths. "What do you want to know that you do not know already?"

"I have rarely come to see you," Hvitserk said, leaning onto his elbows and clasping his fingers together. "I have tried all my life not to live by prophesy but through experience."

The Seer let out a low, dry chuckle. "Poor you. Seems to me that we learn so little from experience."

"Still you...you are wise."

The Seer turned on his side, grumbling, "No, I am an old man. And old men are not wise. They still wish that they were young. And they rage against their frailties and the fading memories."

"What am I here for?" Hvitserk asked as his hands clenched, his lip twitching. 

"You will accomplish what others before you failed to accomplish. But the cost will be too high."

What did that mean?

What cost?

He inhaled sharply through his nose. "If I sailed away now, would it be different?"

"You can try," the Seer ground out. 

Hvitserk's lips parted slightly before pressing into a thin line.

This wasn't helping.

His frustration started to boil over, his patience slipping like sand through his fingers. Hvitserk's words came quicker now, sharper. "What will I accomplish?"

"If you choose to sail away...perhaps nothing."

"You are not helping me," Hvitserk snarled, his lips pressing into a thin line before they began to twitch. 

He couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the frustration coursing through him. 

What was he thinking? He should've known better than to expect straight answers.  Had he ever gotten them before?

The Seer laughed, a broken sound that crackled in his chest. "What did you expect? Everything is becoming darker. We are all going into the dark..."

But then he paused, his blackened lips stilling. "But a hand reaches for you there...in the dark. "

Hvitserk blinked at the Seer's words.

A hand...

His brows furrowed, and for a heartbeat, he forgot his frustration. The room felt colder. Smaller.

"What?" he muttered, his voice lower and unsteady now.

"A hand reaches for you... in the dark," the Seer repeated.

Hvitserk's heart thudded hard against his ribs. His mind twisted, searching, but he found no answer. Only a flash...fingers gripping his arms, pulling him upright. A voice, sharp with frustration but never cruel. The warmth of a fire that wasn't just from the hearth.

No.

Hvitserk shook his head, his jaw locking as he forced himself to look away.

"That means nothing," Hvitserk replied, the heat rising back in his voice. He leaned forward and glared at the seer, his lip curling. "You're speaking in riddles again."

"Isn't that why you came?" 

"I came for answers," he growled. "Not... this."

The Seer tilted his head. "But you already know the answer."

Hvitserk gritted his teeth and forced his hands open, pressing his palms against his thighs.

"There is a choice before you," the Seer murmured, almost uncharacteristically gentle. "There has always been."

"A choice? Between what? My life or my death?" He huffed a bitter, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Between following my brother or... or what? Wandering? Drinking myself into the ground?"

"A choice between the path that was given to you... and the one you are afraid to take."

Hvitserk inhaled slowly, and something cold curled in his chest. He looked away again.

"I'm not afraid."

"You are."

The Seer coughed "And the hand that reaches for you in the dark...it knows you are afraid."

Hvitserk's fingers curled against his knees, gripping the fabric of his pants. His breathing had gone quieter. He didn't like this.

"It will find you again."

"What will?" he whispered.

The Seer smiled. It was slow...unsettling.

"The fire."

Hvitserk stared at him. "What fire?"

"The fire that consumes... or the fire that forges."

A chill traced Hvitserk's spine.

"You will choose because you must," the Seer finished, his voice no more than a breath. "And the cost will be everything."

Hvitserk stilled, his lips parting slightly. His throat was dry.

He didn't like how final those words felt. How certain.

"Enough," he muttered, his voice sounding like he was trying to shake something off. "You never give straight answers."

"Would you believe them if I did?" the Seer grumbled, turning over and clutching his chest. "You have what you came for, son of Ragnar."

"I have nothing," Hvitserk mumbled. 

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he glanced toward the door. He had come here seeking clarity, but he was leaving with more confusion than before.

The Seer's final words followed him as he stood slowly, moving toward the exit. 

"No matter what you choose, the gods will take their due."

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The Lothbroks’ Reaction At Your Refusal to Marry Them

Bjorn didn’t know what to do or say at first. He scoffed while looking at you. Never has he ever felt so offended before. He was hurt but he wouldn’t let it show.

“You reject my hand?”

“Yes,” you replied bluntly.

Now Bjorn was mad. He got so close that his deep huffs of anger were pushing your hair back. His tall figure stood directly in front of you. He was trying to intimidate you into submission.

“You’re going to regret making that decision.”

“Am I?” You countered back, not backing down to the great Bjorn.

You were about to walk away when Bjorn pulled your arm back to face him once more.

“I can make you change your mind.”

“Really? How so?” You played along.

He stood incredibly close that it sent shivers down your spine.

“My room. Five minutes.”

“Is that all it takes?” You asked teasingly. Bjorn pulled you close to his chest.

“You know I can last a lot longer than that. I swear on the gods by the end of the night you’ll change your mind.”

“We’ll see.”

Once you shook your head no at Ubbe his facial expression immediately changed.

“Do you not trust me?”

“It’s not about trust Ubbe. I love you with all my heart, but marriage is not for me. I choose to be a free woman.”

“A free woman. Can you not be free and be with me?” Ubbe kept on staring at you, waiting for an answer. “If this is about my past marriages then forget about them. Think of only us.”

“You can’t discount Margrethe or Torvi. Margrethe was your first love. You will always be tied with Torvi because of the child you share. Both of them missed out on so much because of the ties that held them here. I don’t want to be in just one place just because I am married.”

Ubbe brushed his beard listening to your every word. He knew you were an adventurer that likes to wander freely. He admired that about you.

“We can visit many lands. Scour the earth for fertile soil so we can grow life. I wouldn’t tie you down so you can miss out on it all. We can do all of that together.”

You took in what he said with great care.

“What does marriage mean to you, Ubbe?”

There was a long pause. He no doubt had the answer but your question gave him a hint at what you were feeling.

“A life partner.”

That was when Ubbe understood. In his past two marriages, he had made that same promise that wasn’t fulfilled.

“Must I prove my worth to you?”

“You don’t have to. It is my decision to not marry.”

“Then I shall gladly fight for your hand. No matter how long it takes because I am stubborn and will not stop until I can change your mind.”

Hvitserk didn’t know what to make of your answer. He had been cocky and overly confident that you would simply accept his proposal. So many women wooed over him that he didn’t think of this outcome.

“You’re joking right?” He asked as he chuckled before he stopped smiling completely.

“I think you only want to marry me so I won’t leave. You’re not proposing out of love Hvitserk, it’s out of duty. Having me as a wife will only benefit you. Perhaps your brothers and others will take you seriously if you do so.”

Hvitserk scoffed at what you said and looked around. You knew you were right just by the look on his face.

“You should be so lucky. I would treat you better than any other. Women would envy the way you live.”

“I do not wish to be envied.”

“Let me guess. You wish to be loved.” Hvitserk took out his blade and twirled it in his hand. “Let me know when you change your mind.”

“Maybe one day if you feel as I do.”

Hvitserk left in a hurry. He was certainly not ready for marriage. He was only ready to elevate his status.

“Is there someone else?”

“No, no one else. I’m just not ready to be married quite yet.”

“I’d never pressure you into it. Just whenever you’re ready. I’ll be here.”

You placed your hand on the side of his cheek admiring how kind he was being with you. Though the same couldn’t be said with his brothers.

After your refusal to marriage, Sigurd was short with his family. Picking arguments with Ivar and being crueler to him than usual. He’d criticize his mother for drinking too much. He even shamed Ubbe and Hvitserk for the way they use women.

He had been like them once, then you came along. 

Once you caught word of Sigurd’s short temper you had sweet talked him to be mad at you, not everyone else around him.

He was so adamant on showing you he was still a good guy that he invited everyone into the great hall for food while he played a song just for you. He even sung.

You knew eventually you’d be ready. For now you’d just enjoy the journey.

“No,” Ivar growled. He pulled you closer by the back of your neck while he had his finger pointing in your face. “No. You will not deny me.”

“It’s my choice.”

“I’ll never let you have a chance to leave me. I’ll have people watch you day and night if you get any bright ideas. We could marry tonight if I choose to,”

“Let me go Ivar.” You shook him off of you. His blazing blue eyes were staring right back into yours.

“It’s not always going to be your way. You can’t force me to marry you.”

“I certainly can.” You shook your head at Ivar and decided to take your leave. 

“Try to leave and there’ll be consequences.”

Your curiosity got the best of you. “Like what? You’ll hurt me?”

“No, I could never harm you. I can’t say the same for others.”

You turned around and let Ivar come to you. Your eyes were already starting to become glossy.

“I thought you said you loved me?”

Ivar placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

“I do love you. That’s why I want to marry you.”

“Then why are you doing this? You’re making me feel helpless.”

“You have such a big heart. That’s what first drew me to you in the first place. Marry me and you won’t ever feel as you do now. I’ll never have people’s lives at stake unless they try to harm you.”

You looked into Ivar’s eyes. Everything he was saying could be lies for all you knew but you knew he’d make everybody else’s lives harder.

That is why you had told him no. Though you loved Ivar, he scared you somewhat. It was not knowing how’d he act every time you woke up that you knew that couldn’t be what love is like.

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**********************************************************************************“ Y/N, please stop crying” your best friend Hvitserk begged you and patted your back. “I'm so sorry Hvitty, I wasn't expecting this. Everything was OK, and then he suddenly broke up with me!” You said and sobbed again, hugging him more tightly, your big tears soaked his shirt and he held you close, genty stroking your hair. “I told you so many times, that he is an asshole,” Hvitserk tried to comfort you but you started crying harder. He sighed and rocked you on his lap. “Please stop thinking about him, he is not worth your tears!” Hvitserk tried again, hating to see you like this. “I'm sure he had so many flaws, like that terrible sense of humor of his” he added and you smiled a little. It was true, Kevin always laughed at the weirdest things. “And his feet smelled horrible,” Hvitserk added and you chuckled. It was terrible. You always made him wash his feet when he came home, but his feet still smelled weird. “And I bet he sucked in bed. He was so boring and not adventurous at all,” he added with smirk. “It wasn't that bad,” you said hesitantly. “I bet he didn't make you cum,” he continued and you blushed wildly. Hvitserk was always talking openly about sex, but you have never discussed your sex life with him. But this was Hvitserk, your best friend in the entire world. You could tell him everything. “He did, but was never willing to…” you hesitated for a moment. “... fulfill my fantasies or should I say kinks?” you added and missed the cocky smirk on Hvitty’s lips. “What fantasies?” he asked you curiously. You bit your lips, your cheeks burning, but you decided to tell him. This was Hvitserk, he won't judge you, or tell you that you are weird, like Kevin did. “I asked him to talk dirty to me. You know, whispering into my ear, telling me all the things he wants to do to my body,” but he said, that it's disgusting. And maybe he's right” you added quietly. “No he is not, I told you he was boring!” Hvitserk said and you looked up at him. “Are you talking like this to your ladies?” “Sure. It's sexy to watch the girl squirm, few words and she is putty in my hands,” he smirked and you suddenly envied all of his girlfriends and one-night stands. “What else, Y/N?” he asked. “Well talking dirty in public is even hotter,” you admitted and Hvitserk chuckled, remembering about the time when he nearly made his girlfriend moan at her brother's wedding feast. “I also like the pet names, you know: pet, princess, baby girl, kitten, doll…” you named and Hvitserk watched you with more and more interest. “What else, Y/N?” His voice was deeper now, but you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice that. “Well, pet names are fun, but I also love the idea of being called whore or slut. Kevin told me, that I am kinky, and he doesn’t want to do anything like this with me,” you said sadly and Hvitserk hugged you tighter. “Kevin was an uptight asshole with no fantasy, and you deserve someone better, Y/N. I am sure, that soon you will find someone who will love to make all of your fantasies come true,” he assured you and kissed the top of your head, secretly hoping that you will realize that the man who is willing to make your fantasies come true is right next to you.

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2 months later

“Where the hell is he?” you mumbled to yourself, while you were waiting for Hvitserk at his family house, watching his brothers fooling around the table, laughing and teasing each other. “Hey Y/N,” Ubbe smiled at you. “Hvitty just called that he got stuck in a traffic jam, but he will be here in few minutes,” he winked at you and sat next to his wife Torvi, whispering something into her ear, making her blush. You envied the blond woman, Ubbe was obviously a man, who didn’t have a problem to say something dirty into his wife’s ear at the family dinner. You didn’t love Ubbe, he was like a brother to you, and you just craved to find a man like him. You finally got over your ex boyfriend Kevin and decided that it’s a right time to start looking for a new man. You told Hvitserk and he said that he will hook you up with someone on this family dinner. So you were excited, and annoyed that he is late. Your phone started suddenly ringing, you looked at the screen and it was Hvitserk. “Well, hello, matchmaker, where are you?” you asked him playfully. “Stuck at the traffic jam, but I got a perfect idea, princess,” he said and you gulped, he never called you like this. He probably didn’t mean anything with that. “What idea?” you asked him nervously. "I know, that our family parties can be little bit boring, especially at the beginning when they are all sober. So I want to entertain you, kitten,” he added, his voice deeper now. “Hvitserk? What are you doing?” you asked, your voice shaking. “I just want to make sure that you will experience something exciting, before you find another boring asshole. Because let me tell you something, you have terrible taste in men, baby girl,” he explained and you thought about his words for a second. It felt so wrong and at the same time so exciting. “I'm not sure about this, Hvitty,” you said nervously, still not sure about all of this. “Come on, kitten, you know you want this,” Hvitserk purred and you never realized how sexy is his voice. “I have to admit something, doll. We have been friends since the kindergarten, but the idea of having you in my arms crossed my mind multiple times,” you swallowed hard and looked around the table. No one paid you any attention. “Do you want to hear, what I would love to do to you?” he asked you, almost whispering. “Yes,” you let out shakily and a huge smirk spread on Hvitserk’s face. “First of all, I would kiss that full lips of yours. They are so pink and perfectly shaped. Starting with simple peck, but soon I would nibble on that plush bottom lip of yours, asking you to open it for me. Would you do it, for me, little kitten?” he asked and you nodded, not realizing that he can’t see you. “Are you there, kitten?” he asked. “Y-y-yes I would do it,” you finally answered with hoarse voice. “Perfect, such a good girl,” he praised you and you felt the warmth running through your body. “Can you do something for me? Can you imagine my tongue sliding between your lips, past your teeth, gently touching yours? My right hand is on your hip, the left crawls slowly behind your neck, pulling you closer to me, our tongues dancing slowly together for a while, but then we both realize how much we want this and the slow dance turns into quick tango. I can almost hear those little moans coming from your delicious lips, when I am deepening the kiss, sucking your tongue into my mouth, pressing your body against the nearest wall,” you felt your cheeks getting warm and your face turning bright red, so aroused by his words, and he was only talking about kissing you. “Fuck, Hvitserk,” you cursed quietly and heard him giggle. You knew that you couldn’t sit here any longer. You stood up. “What are you doing, princess?” Hvitserk asked. “I can’t sit in front of your family, when you are saying such things into my ear!” “Yes you can, kitten. That's making it even more thrilling! SIT!!” he roared and it sent a current of excitement directly to your soaked cunt. You quickly sit down and smiled at Ubbe, who looked at you, confused. “It’s a call from work,” you apologized quietly and he nodded and turned his attention back to Torvi. “I'm sitting, please continue,” you said quietly and heard him giggle. “Look at you, kitten, so eager for me. So where were we? Oh, I remember I was about to start kissing your neck, placing open mouth kisses all the way down to your delicious breasts. I bet your nipples are already hard, baby girl. Aching for my fingers to touch them, for my tongue to lick them, for my mouth to suck at them hard and for my teeth to sank into them gently!” you were breathing harder, desperately trying not to show to everyone sitting around the table how aroused you are. “How far away from here are you now?” you asked him desperately. “Closer than you think, kitten,” he said and you saw him entering the front door of their house. “Stay on your seat like a good girl,” he ordered and you saw him ending the call and hugging his mother and father, saying "hi" to his brothers and their wives. When he finally sat next to you, you didn’t know how to react. He kissed your temple softly and that simple touch made you shiver. He noticed that and smirked. “I came here as fast as I could, princess,” he whispered against you ear, his hot breath tickling you. “You look so sexy, Y/N, with your pink cheeks,” he smirked sat on the chair next to you and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, so he could start whispering into your ear. It wasn’t weird for anyone in the room, they were used to see you two talking to each other quietly. Hvitserk took you to family dinners often, because he never had longtime girlfriend and you were the only one of his friends who was loved by his family members. “So I guess that you liked the things I was saying into your ear, kitten,” he purred into your ear and enjoyed the look on your face, when he used that pet name. “Yes I loved that, Hvitty,” you admitted and bit your bottom lip. “Stop biting that lip, babe!” he growled into your ear. “Stop it, or I will toss you on this table and fuck you in front of my whole family,” he added and you shivered at that thought. His lips were so close to your ear that you could feel that he is smirking. “You would like that, you naughty kitten!” he said, surprised. “Who would have guessed that, maybe next time, baby girl? Ivar loves to watch other people fucking. Maybe we could let him watch us,” he proposed and you gulped loudly. You glanced at Ivar and studied his perfect face. You always fancied the youngest son of Ragnar, but Ivar was little too intense for your liking. But the idea of Ivar watching you and Hvitserk in the bed was exciting for you. “You are already picturing it don’t you, kitten?” Hvitserk teased you and you nodded slowly. “Fuck, Y/N, tell me why we never tried anything like this sooner?" he asked you. “Because we are best friends?” you suggested and Hvitserk laughed. “Trust me Y/N, we wouldn’t be the first friends who fucked each other,” he winked and stopped laughing when he looked into your lap. Your thighs were clenching together, trying to find some kind of friction, because his words and his proximity turned you into a soaking mess. “What is this, kitten? Are you trying to find some release?” he asked smugly and enjoyed your desperate expression. “Your pussy is already soaking wet!” it wasn’t a question, he was more than sure that your excitement already soaked through your panties. “How does it feel to be so wet in the room full of people?” he asked and placed his hand on your knee. “Exciting!” you breathed out. “Do you know what would be even more exciting, princess? If you cum in front of all these people,” he licked his lips and looked at you like a hungry lion looks on poor little antelope. “You can’t be serious, Hvitserk. That’s super inappropriate!” you tried to reason with him, but you already felt his hand moving up your exposed leg. You decided to wear a mini skirt tonight, so he had a plenty of room to work with. “I can see you perky nipples under your shirt, doll. I will taste them later in private, but right now, I would love to feel how wet you are for me,” he whispered and his fingers passed the hem of your skirt. “Open your legs for me, doll” he ordered, but you were scared to let him touch you in front of his whole family. “I said something, doll! Don’t make me repeat it, or I will have to punish you later,” he threatened and you felt shivers running down your spine. “What if I want to be punished?” you asked him innocently. “Oh, I will punish you!! For making me wait this long, kitten. Open. Your. Legs!” he demanded and scratched your thigh with his finger nails. You finally obeyed him and he ran his fingers along your drenched panties. “Jesus, kitten. You are soaking wet and I didn’t even touch you yet,” he almost moaned into your ear. You evidently weren’t the only one who had a hard time to keep your poker face. “Hvitserk, please, let’s get out of here!” you begged him desperately, when you felt his fingers touching your clit through your panties. “That would be rude, babe. I just arrived and my mum didn’t have one of her famous speeches yet,” he smirked and rubbed your clit clockwise, with growing intensity. You fought the urge to roll you eyes. You gripped the table cloth when his fingers pushed aside your panties and he rubbed your slick folds and withdrew his fingers from your aching sex. He licked them discreetly and hummed. “You taste so sweet, kitten!” he purred and you were honestly surprised that no one in the room didn't notice the sexual tension between you two. You watched him with total adoration. Kevin refused to eat you out and Hvitserk was licking your juices from his fingers like if it was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. “Have you ever tasted yourself, baby girl?” he asked you and you blushed. “No,” you answered shakily. “That's a shame, Y/N. You taste so fucking amazing. I can't wait to have my mouth on your sweet little pussy, sucking all of your sweet juices, making your legs tremble!” “They are already trembling”, you admitted and he chuckled. “You are so responsive kitten. I can't wait to hear you moaning my name, to see your expression, when you will cum all over my thick cock. I will stretch you so good, honey. You will scream in pleasure,” he continued with this sweet torture while his hand snaked back between your legs. He was playing with your clit, when Ubbe asked him: “Hey Hvitserk, you are awfully quiet tonight. What's up?” “Nothing brother, Y/N was telling me about her new co-worker. Come on Y/N, tell Ubbe about your new annoying assistant.” he said with playful smirk. Is he serious? That fucker! You thought to yourself, but he obviously knew what you were thinking. “She is a young girl, she just finished high school and she thinks that she knows everything better than everyone else,” you started talking and Hvitserk's fingers began rubbing your clit in tight little circles. Ubbe nodded he was CEO in their family company and he probably knew a lot of young girls and boys like that. “She spends half on the day staring at her phone and when I say something to her, she just rolls up her eyes like this,” you said and took the opportunity to roll your own eyes in pure pleasure. “Are you sure that she isn't reading porn there, because it doesn't seem like a normal eye roll to me,” Ivar said smugly and you blushed deeply. “Stop embarrassing my best friend, brother,” Hvitserk said and slipped one of his long fingers inside your dripping pussy. “I just said my opinion, brother,” Ivar smirked and studied your face closely. You tried your best to keep your poker face but then Hvitserk added another finger and you had to close your eyes. When you opened them you saw Ivar looking at you knowingly with huge smirk spread on his handsome face. “You never actually told me what do you do for living, Y/N?” Ivar asked you, obviously enjoying seeing you struggling with keeping straight face. “I'm a… shop… assistant… in… a car company,” you managed to say slowly, because Hvitserk started pumping his fingers into you more quickly. “Car Company, you say?” Ivar asked and tried his best to not start laughing. “Would you take me for a ride, Y/N?” Ivar asked you, obviously not talking about the car ride. Hvitserk curled up his fingers, hitting your G-spot perfectly, causing you to almost moan out your answer. “YES, Ivar!” “You seem to be really excited about this idea,” Ivar smirked and watched you slowly falling apart, because of his brother's skillful fingers. And you were happy that no one else paid you any attention. Hvitserk suddenly pinched your clit, wanting to have all of your attention on him again. “Could you stop eye-fucking my little brother?” Hvitserk asked you and hit your g-spot repeatedly. You didn't know what to grab, so your hand ended up on his thigh, you squeezed it tightly, your orgasm nearly washing over you, when Hvitserk slowed down, and pumped his fingers into you in torturously slow pace. “Hvitserk, please!” you begged him quietly. “Would you like to cum, you little whore?” he mumbled into your ear, lightly circling your clit with his thumb. You nodded, pleading him with your big Y/E/C eyes. "I don't think you deserve that!” he smirked. “It seems to me, that you would rather have Ivar to make you cum,” he added and glanced at his little brother, who was watching you two hungrily. “No, Hvitserk, I want you, I want to soak your fingers,” you whispered shamelessly. “Are you sure?” He teased you and thrusted his fingers deeper inside your eager cunt. “Yes, daddy!” you breathed out and Hvitserk stopped and looked at you in surprise. “I'm so sorry,” you panicked. “It's OK, little one. Daddy likes it!” he licked his lips and increased the speed of his fingers again. “Daddy please,” you begged him little bit louder than you wanted and heard Ivar choking on his drink, because he obviously heard you. Luckily he was the only one in the room. You dared to glance at him and gasped when you saw his lustful eyes. “Y/N did Hvitserk ever told you that we always shared our toys?” Ivar asked you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Ivar wanted to say that he always stole our things,” Sigurd joined the conversation and Ivar rolled his eyes in annoyance. “No one asked for your opinion, snake,” he hissed and sent a death glare at his least favorite brother. “Ivar was right about the sharing, kitten,” Hvitserk mumbled into your ear and you felt your orgasm coming. “And you wouldn't mind?” you asked him. “No, but it's up to you babe,” he curled up his fingers again and you exploded around his fingers, biting your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning. “I wouldn't mind. But not tonight, tonight I want to have you all for myself,” you smiled seductively. “Daddy,” you added and you saw him adjusting his pants. You bit your lip, when you saw the tent growing in his pants. You glanced at Ivar who seemed to be pissed that he missed the moment, when you came, because he was arguing with Sigurd. You turned your attention back to Hvitserk. “It seems that we have a little problem here, daddy!” You placed your hand on his bulge and squeezed it lightly. “Carefully, kitten!” Hvitserk warned you, but you ignored him and slowly unzip his pants. “What will you do? Will you spank me, daddy?” you asked him playfully. “Maybe. Or maybe I will give you to Ivar. He will tie you up and make you scream his name all night,” he smirked when he saw your eager face. “I forgot how kinky you are, my little slut!” He smirked and you both looked at Ivar. He couldn't hear your conversation, but he understood that you were talking about him. You slipped your hand into Hvitserk’s pants, stroking his cock through his boxers, while looking into Ivar’s eyes. Ivar’s eyes were kind of hypnotizing. His eyes traveled from your eyes to your hand which was moving discretely under the table. He smirked when he saw Hvitserk’s satisfied expression. He felt his own cock throb inside his pants, wishing it was his cock in your hand. You slid your hand inside Hvitty’s boxers and groaned quietly, when you felt his cock in your hand. “You are playing a dangerous game, kitten,” Hvitserk growled into your ear. “I 'm just returning the favor,” you smirked and ran your thumb across his thick head. “I would love to suck daddy under this table, but there is no way how to do it discretely,” you giggled and pumped your hand slowly up and down his thick shaft. “Fuck, Y/N,” he let out a quiet moan and you enjoyed the power you had over him. “You seem pale, my brother,” Ivar teased him and licked and bit his lips aggressively. “You really don’t seem alright, son. Maybe you should go to your room and rest for a moment,” his mother suggested, looking at her son with worry written in her caring eyes. “I… I probably should, mother,” Hvitserk nodded and you quickly stopped touching his cock, scared that his mother could come closer. He adjusted his pants and stood up, hiding his crotch behind your back. “Sorry, mother, I know how much you were excited about this dinner,” he apologized to his mother. “Nonsense, Hvitserk. If you don’t feel well, take some rest, I understand this, don’t worry, my son. Y/N can go with you and keep you company. Would you do it, my dear?” Aslaug asked you politely. “Of course,” you agreed and quickly followed Hvitserk inside his room. You felt Ivar’s eyes on you the whole time. “I'm so sorry,” you started, but Hvitserk didn’t let you finish and slammed you against the nearest wall. “You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. And bad girls need to be punished,” he smirked and turned you around. He lifted your skirt, exposing your ass to his eager eyes. He grabbed a handful of your ass and kneaded it roughly. “Lesson number one, kitten,” daddy can tease you under the table, but you can’t do the same to him, because you obviously don’t know how to do it discretely. “It was Ivar’s fault!” you protested and he slapped your ass for the first time, making you moan loudly.

“Lesson number two: Don’t talk about Ivar, when you are alone with me” he spanked you again. “And lesson number three: You are my little whore and I will fuck you senseless!” another harsh slap landed on your ass. “Do you understand those lessons?” he asked and soothed your butt with his calloused hands. “Yes daddy,” you moaned out and hissed when he ripped off your panties. “Look at you kitten, you are so beautiful, dripping wet for your daddy,” he gripped your waist and turned you around. He looked deep into your eyes and finally kissed your lips. It felt like if you were made for each other. Your lips worked together perfectly, his tongue snaked into your mouth, fighting for dominance with yours. He obviously won that fight. “Fuck, kitten. No more foreplay, I need you,” he growled like an animal and tossed you on his bed. His lips were suddenly everywhere. He kissed you eagerly and sucked dark hickeys into the delicate skin on your neck one minute later. Your moans were louder and louder, when his lips reached your nipples. He gave them a lot of attention, before he headed south. “I need to be deep inside of you, but I have to taste you first,” he groaned and licked your wet folds, his tongue swirled around your clit, drawing lazy circles around the swollen bud. “I knew it, Y/N. You taste like heaven,” he hummed happily and thrust two fingers inside your tight hole, while sucking your clit into his mouth. You always heard his girls talking about his hungry mouth and you finally understood what they were talking about. He was sucking your clit, like if his life depended on it. “Hvitserk, I'm so close,” you moaned and he stopped and looked at you devilishly through his eyelashes. He licked your clit lightly couple more times and withdrew his fingers form your aching pussy. “What are you doing?” you nearly cried. “I want you to cum all over my cock,” he said darkly and you swallowed hard. He crawled on top of you and stroked his cock couple times. “You are so beautiful, baby girl,” he kissed you gently and slammed into you in one swift moment. “Fuck,” you cursed loudly, when he stretched your pussy. “You feel so good, you are filling me so good, Hvitserk. Fuck I already love your cock,” you said and wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him closer to you. “Shit, Y/N, you will make me cum in no time,” he hummed and started slamming into you hard and fast. You already felt your inner walls clenching around his throbbing cock. “You should say "HI" to Ivar,” he smirked and pointed at the hidden camera above his bed. The idea of being watched by Ivar made your pussy clenched around him even harder. “Keep squeezing me like this and I will cum already!” he warned you. “You won’t be the only one,” you smirked and whined, when he find your g-spot again. Hvitserk smirked and kept hitting it again and again, while rubbing your clit with his right hand. You arched your back and came hard all over his cock, triggering his own orgasm. He quickly withdrew his cock from you, covering your belly with his cum, not knowing if you are on pills or not. “That was amazing, Hvitty,” you smiled happily and kissed his plush lips. “That was just the beginning, kitten,” he promised you and licked your lips in anticipation. You looked directly at the camera and said: “Hey Ivar, why don’t you come here and play with us?” it only took 10 seconds, before you heard the familiar sound of Ivar’s footsteps.

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The Rag Doll - Part 26

Modern AU

Ivar x OC

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25.

To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty.

- Stieg Larsson.

I went outside of Chuck's mansion, I was waiting for Ivar to pick me up. I was really nervous, what if he hated me for hiding Henry, and for pretending that I was dead all of those years? If he does that, I'll understand, but I hope that he can be a dad to Henry. I saw Ivar's car on the driveway, my hands were sweating, I was so anxious and nervous. He got off the car, and I could see the huge smile on his face, I was feeling bad about this. "Hey, I'm so happy that you agreed to our date." He kissed my cheek and guided me to the car, he opened the door for me. I didn't say anything the whole way over his house, I was thinking about how I should tell him. "Antoinette, are you regretting this already?" He let out a nervous laugh. "No, of course not. I'm just thinking about something. Ivar, I need to tell you something, it's really important." I bit my lip, and looked down. "Don't worry, I need to tell you something too, it's really important too." He grabbed my hand and kissed, I smiled to him. We got to the house that Ivar rented, it was beautiful. He got off the car, and he opened the door to me, I grabbed his hand I got off the car. "I hope you like pasta, I made it myself." He guided me towards the living room, it was a dinner with candles lights.

"What do you think?" He asked me with a smile on his face, his beautiful smile. "It's beautiful Ivar, I loved it. No one ever done this to me before, I really loved it." Tears were on my cheek, and I was smiling all the time. "I find that hard to believe, what about Henry's father?" My smile dropped, this is it. "Ivar, I need to tell you something." I put my hands on his chest. "It can wait until the end of the dinner, come on, let's eat." He pulled the chair for me. We talked and laughed, I avoided the topic about Henry and his father, I needed to wait until the dinner ended. We were finished, I was so nervous. "So, what do you want to tell that's so important?" He asked playfully. "Ivar, I..." My phone started to ring. "Excuse me." I went to the balcony and I answered the phone. "Hello?" I didn't know the number. "Antoinette?" It was Lily. "Lily, why you're calling me?" I frowned, was this because of Ivar? "Believe me, I wasn't going to call if it wasn't important." She seemed stressed and angry. "What happened?" I asked anxious. "Did you talked to Jay? I should meet him today, but I can't find him." Why she was meeting Jay? "Jay? What business you have with Jay?" I frowned. "He didn't tell you, but we were dating for some time." My jaw dropped, Lily and Jay? "Look, can you go to your apartment? I'm worried, I can't speak with his nurse, maybe something happened." She seemed really worried. "I'll get a plane now, I'm gonna be there in the morning." I hang up the phone and I went to Ivar, I was going to tell the truth another day. "Something happened?" He was worried. "Yes, I need to get back to Paris. But I was having a lot of fun." I smiled to him. "Don't worry, can I call you when you get there?" He asked me. "Of course." He kissed me and I went to  Chuck's mansion, I asked for a cab. When I get there, Chuck was waiting for me. "Where were you?" He asked concerned. "I was with Ivar." I said bluntly. "I see, did you told him the truth?" He asked. "No, I need to get back to Paris, something happened." I went to Henry's room. I woke him up, he didn't like it. "Ce qui est arrivé, mama?" (What happened, mama?) He was really annoyed that I woke him. "I need to get back to Paris, I need you to get ready baby." I caressed his cheek. "Je ne veux pas aller, puis-je rester ici?" (I don't want to go, can I stay here?) He whined, I chuckled. "Of course, I'll get back to pick you up." I kissed his cheek.   "Oui, mama." He get back to sleep. I went to Chuck, he was waiting for me. "It's okay if Henry stays here? He doesn't want to go." I asked him. "Of course, in fact, I was going to suggest you that." He smiled. "Thank you." I said honestly. "There's a car waiting for you, I hope everything is okay." He kissed my cheek. "Me too." He walked me to the car and I went to the airport. I entered the plane, and I went straight to the bedroom of the jet, I was going to sleep the whole flight. 

When I woke up, the jet was landing in Paris already, Lily got me really worried. "We're here, mademoiselle." The flight attendant woke me up, I went to the car, straight to to my apartment, I needed to call Lily after I found Jay. When the elevator door opened, I saw Jaw, he was sitting on the couch. I was really relieved.

"There you are, you have a lot explaining to do, Lily Lothbrok?" I smirked, but he didn't say anything. I took off my coat and I put on the closet, he still didn't said anything. "Jay?" I came close to him. He still didn't say anything. "Jay, wake up." I let out a nervous laugh. I knelt on the couch, I was crying already. He can't be, no, no, no. "Jay, wake up." I screamed, shaking him. But he still didn't respond me. "NO, NO. JAY." I screamed, and I started to cry on his chest. Jay was dead, that can't be true. I lost my best friend, the brother I never had. I called Harvey, he needs to know about Jay's death. "Hi, how are you sis?" He asked playfully. "Harvey?" I said with a shaky voice. "What happened?" He was worried. "You need to come to my apartment." I said crying. "You're scaring me." He said. "Harvey, are you in Paris?" I asked him. "I am, I'm going there, I'll be there in five minutes." I waited for Harvey, next to Jay's body.

"Antoinette?" Harvey put his hand on my shoulder. "Harvey?" I hugged him tightly, and I cried in his shoulder. "Jay is dead." I whispered in his ear. "I know." I could feel that he was crying. Everything after that was a blur, I saw the paramedics and the coroner, I was just looking at nowhere. I got scared when my phone rang, I looked at the screen, it was Lily. I can't answer her now, I need to be better, she needs to knows, but not now. "Antoinette?" Harvey came to me, I could see that he cried a lot. "Yeah?" I said, not looking at him. "Jay made a video for you, and the coroner found an engagement ring on his pocket." He handed me the tablet, and the engagement ring. "I'm going to my room, I want to be alone now." I walked to my room, I sat on the bed. The video started, Jay appeared, it made me cry again. "Hey, Thays. How it's going?" He laughs nervously. "God, I'm a mess. There's no easy way to say this...." He signed and looked down. I was crying so much. "I'm dating Lily, I'm gonna ask her to marry me. We're going to travel, and I'm gonna propose to her. Everything happened so fast, I can't even explain it to you, my best friend. But I love her, I really do." He laughed, it was true, I could see it in his eyes. "Look, I need to ask you something. Tell Ivar the truth, he won't be happy with anyone else, I know that same goes for you." He was serious now. "Forgive him, you deserve to be happy. Henry needs a father, and I can see that you two really love each other. Now that I'm in love, I can see things like that more clearly now, be happy with him. The same way I'm going to be happy with my Lily." He signed again. "I love her, and I know you love Ivar, don't deny it. Go to him, we will be happy, can you believe it?" He laughed, I'm never going to hear his laugh anymore. "I love you Thays, you're the sister I've never had. And I love Henry too, he's a special one, take good care of him.” He winked at the camera, and the video ended. I needed to call Lily, she needs to know the truth.

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27. The Cost

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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The Seer's hut was far behind him, but his words followed Hvitserk like a shadow. 

"A hand reaches for you in the dark...It knows you are afraid."

Hvitserk pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, though it did nothing to ward off the biting morning air...or the gnawing unease curling in his stomach. 

The Seer had given him nothing. Just more riddles, more questions, more things he didn't want to think about. 

"A choice between the path that was given to you... and the one you are afraid to take."

What did it mean?

And why, out of everything the Seer told him, was that the part that clung to him the most?

He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying to shake the thoughts loose. The streets of Kattegat were beginning to wake: the clatter of market stalls being set up, the low murmur of early traders, the bleating of goats, the distant clang of metal from the blacksmith's forge. Everything was normal.

But something felt wrong. It started with the way people moved. 

As Hvitserk neared the square, he noticed the stall vendors, townsfolk, and shieldmaidens passing through. They weren't stopping, but they weren't acting exactly right, either. Some walked faster than usual, heads ducked, eyes flicking away from something up ahead. Others stood in small clusters, whispering. 

Hvitserk slowed his steps, his brow furrowing as he followed their gazes.

And then, he saw them: bodies hanging in the square.

Hvitserk's feet stopped cold before them. Three men. Each dangled limply from the gallows, their faces covered in frost and blood. His gaze swept over the bodies quickly, only to flick back to the one in the middle.

His heart fell to his stomach as dread filled him.

Arne.

Hvitserk focused on his face. It was barely recognizable...swollen from a beating, smeared with dried blood, his skin stretched from the rope around his throat. But he knew. He knew by his figure, his dirty blonde hair, the wedding band around his finger. 

He had been right.

"You know what will happen when they get caught."

His own words echoed in his mind. He had warned Eira, but she had believed they could change things.

And now, Arne was dead. A rebel's fate. The price for defying his brother.

Hvitserk clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth as frustration and guilt twisted in his chest. He had known this would happen, but knowing didn't make it easier to see a familiar face hanging lifeless from a rope. He swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry.

Where was Eira?

He turned abruptly, scanning the crowd, his eyes darting from face to face. She wasn't here. Her pain-filled eyes flashed in his mind along with their conversation about losing people they loved. And in the night, another name had been added to her list...but she didn't know that. Not yet.

He needed to find her. Now.

Hvitserk moved through the streets without thinking, his feet instinctively carrying him to the place they always did. He couldn't get his mind to calm its frantic and jumbled thoughts.

Eira had lost another person she loved.

His brother had taken another piece of her life.

The thought made his stomach twist.

Arne wasn't just a rebel to her. He had been a friend, someone she trusted and believed in enough to defend his actions even when Hvitserk warned her it would end like this.

Did she regret it now?

He knew loss, and so did she. They both knew the weight of it, how it could break something inside you that would never be whole again. She had already been carrying so much, already mourning Vali. And now, his brother had made sure she had one more grave to visit.

Would she blame him?

He wanted to believe she wouldn’t...wanted to believe she knew him better than that. But when she looked at him, would she see Ivar?

Would she wonder if he had told his brother? If he had stood by and done nothing while Arne was dragged to his death?

She knew where his loyalty had always been—even if he hated it, even if it sickened him, even if it pulled him apart at the seams.

He could already imagine her voice, could hear it: sharp, biting.

"Did you know, Hvitserk? Did you do nothing?"

Gods, he would deserve it.

He hadn't told Ivar about Arne, but he hadn't stopped this either. Hadn't done anything to prevent it. And wasn't that the same thing?

Hvitserk dragged a hand down his face, exhaling harshly. His pace quickened and his boots struck the ground harder.

Eira wouldn't cry.

He knew that much. Not in front of anyone. Not even him.

And when she finally did let herself feel it, it wouldn't be with tears. It would be with anger.

Would she turn it on him? Would she look at him the way people looked at his brother? Would this be the moment when she finally pushed him away?

The Seer's voice echoed in his skull—low, rasping.

"A choice between the path that was given to you...and the one you are afraid to take."

What if this was the gods telling him his time was up?

What if Eira was the last thing holding him to this place, and after today, he had nothing left?

Hvitserk forced himself forward, each step faster than the last.

He had to find her, but he wasn't quite ready for the look in her eyes.

Knock.

No answer.

Knock.

He huffed sharply as worry shot through him. That was it.

Hvitserk pushed the door open. "Eira?"

Nothing.

His eyes scanned the room and searched for any sign of her. But the bed was empty, her cloak gone, his plate and cup still sitting on the table from earlier. It was clear she hadn't been home since he'd left. But where was she?

A panicked thought ran through his mind: What if Ivar had her?  What if they connected her to the rebellion?

No, no, no—

His panic tightened its grip around his throat, and he turned sharply, nearly stumbling as he returned to the door.

And then, he heard it.

A scream.

Not just any scream...a woman's scream. Piercing. Agonized. Heartwrenching. It came from the direction of the square.

Hvitserk froze, his blood running cold. For a heartbeat, he couldn't move. His mind spiraled into the worst possibilities. Then, instinct took over and he bolted towards the sound. 

He had been right about Arne.

But Gods help him—he didn't want to be right about this too.

"No matter what you choose, the gods will take their due."

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36. The Decision

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Hvitserk lingered by the window of the longhouse, the fading light slanting through the cracks in the wood. He rested his hand on the sill, his thumb absently tracing the rough grain of the wood as his mind wandered to her. He could still feel the softness of her hand in his, the magnetic pull, the closeness of her lips. Eira's gaze had set his blood alight and made his chest ache all at once in a way he'd never experienced.

The sound of Ivar's crutch against the stone floor snapped him back to the present. Hvitserk turned as his brother approached, his sharp blue eyes already fixed on him.

"You've been...distracted lately," Ivar began, his tone deceptively light. "Tell me, brother, where do you go?"

Hvitserk forced a smile, leaning against the window frame with feigned nonchalance. "Nowhere in particular. Just walking, thinking. Nothing to concern yourself with."

Ivar's lips curled upward. "Oh, but I am concerned. You've been wandering around quite a bit, haven't you?" He tilted his head. "Always out, always disappearing. I find that curious."

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow but kept his expression neutral. He had to. "What are you getting at?"

Ivar's smile tightened as he tapped his crutch against the floor. "Well, you left the Thing last night rather suddenly. Strange behavior, wouldn't you say?"

"Stop playing your games, Ivar," Hvitserk hissed. "Say what you mean."

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, lowering his gaze before whispering mockingly into Hvitserk's ear. "Sounds like I struck a nerve."

"You don't-"

"Are you even going to defend yourself, brother?" Ivar interrupted. "Do you have no excuse?"

He shrugged, but his gaze never left Ivar's. "I needed some air."

"You see, I might have believed that," Ivar mused, stepping back and pointing toward Hvitserk. "But then, as any good ruler would, I decided to be thorough. I sent one of my men to follow you."

Hvitserk's grip on the windowsill tightened. A rush of anger flared in his chest, but he swallowed it down. He couldn't react. Not now.

"You what?" he breathed. His upper lip twitched as he fought to keep his voice even.

"I sent someone to follow you," Ivar repeated, his grin widening as he leaned heavily on his crutch. He knew the power of the information he held, and how he said it almost playfully...it made Hvitserk's blood boil. "Imagine my surprise when I heard where you went. Or rather...to whom."

Hvitserk's mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, an excuse, or anything that could steer this conversation away from where it was heading. "I don't know what you think you know, Ivar, but-"

"Oh, don't bother lying to me, Hvitserk," Ivar interrupted, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "My man saw you go to her house. So tell me, what's so important about this woman?"

"She is no one," Hvitserk said quickly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. They felt like poison on his tongue.

Ivar hummed. "Is she? Because I find it fascinating that you've been visiting her. Day after day. Night after night. Almost like you...care about her."

Hvitserk met his brother's gaze. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I do," Ivar's tone darkened before he sighed, feigning disinterest. "But I get ahead of myself. You need a purpose, my dear brother. Other than this woman, you are idle...empty. I have found something to remedy that."

"What? How could I make myself...useful?" he asked, his lip twitching as his brother spoke of Eira like she was just a warm body in his bed. She was far from it.

Ivar shrugged. "You could leave Kattegat."

The twitch of Hvitserk's lip turned into a full curl at his brother's words. He couldn't leave Kattegat now. Not after everything. No. He wouldn't leave her.

"Go on a diplomatic trip to the great hall of King Olaf the Stout," Ivar continued. "Cement our alliance, help him prepare for our springtime attacks on York and Wessex."

Hvitserk straightened and pushed off the window sill. "And if I refuse? What if I don't want to leave Kattegat."

"I'm afraid you cannot refuse," Ivar replied slowly, his unsettling stark blue eyes staring into Hvitserk's. "Tell me of your woman, brother. She is a healer, yes?"

Hvitserk clenched his jaw but remained quiet, glancing away from Ivar's face. His silence told Ivar the answer, though.

"Eira Torsteinsdottir," Ivar drawled, tilting his head with a smirk. "The daughter of our father's friend...I wonder if he would approve of-"

"Enough," Hvitserk snapped. "What does she have to do with this?"

Any hope Ivar didn't know everything about her was dashed, and Hvitserk's stomach instantly began to churn with worry. The cat was out of the bag, and that only meant trouble.

"It would be a shame if something would happen to this Eira."

The words barely left Ivar's mouth before Hvitserk unsheathed his dagger and held it to Ivar's neck, his chest heaving. "You wouldn't dare do that, brother. Now would you?"

"No," Ivar chuckled and shook his head, unfazed by the weapon. "I wouldn't. Not if you agree to leave Kattegat first thing in the morning."

Hvitserk's grip tightened on the dagger. "Don't do this, Ivar."

"I don't want to," Ivar admitted as his grin returned. "But I will if I must."

Silence stretched between them, taut as a bowstring. Hvitserk could hear his heartbeat pounding in his skull.

Ivar leaned closer, unconcerned with the blade at his throat. "You'll go to King Olaf on my behalf, and you'll do exactly as I tell you. No questions, no hesitation. And if you do that... well, let's just say your little healer won't have to worry about any...," he hummed, "...unfortunate accidents."

Hvitserk's jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and his nails dug into the palm of his free hand as he fought the urge to slit Ivar's throat right there. He was cornered. He hated how easily Ivar manipulated him, hated the smug look on his brother's face as he wielded power over him, and, most of all, hated the thought of Eira being dragged into this mess because of him.

She'd already suffered enough because of them, already lost her brother, Arne, Randi...Runa. He couldn't let her suffer anymore.

With a frustrated growl, he yanked the dagger back and stepped away as anger coursed through his veins.

Ivar's grin widened. "Good. I knew you'd see reason."

Without another word, Ivar turned and hobbled away, leaving Hvitserk standing there, his body trembling with barely contained rage.

Ivar disappeared into his quarters and Hvitserk huffed, his thoughts immediately turning to Eira. He had tried so hard to keep her safe, to keep her out of Ivar's reach. And now, despite all his efforts, she was caught in the crossfire.

A few moments later, Ivar's smirk reappeared in the doorway to his chambers. "Oh. If you betray me, brother, she will pay the price...Happy travels."

Hvitserk's fists slammed against the windowsill as the door shut behind Ivar, the wood groaning under the force of his frustration. He couldn't stay here. Not now. The longhouse's walls felt like they were closing in, and he needed space to think. To breathe.

He couldn't go to Eira's.

So grabbing his cloak, he left the hall and headed toward the docks, his feet carrying him through the narrow streets of Kattegat. He stopped at the edge of the pier, the wooden planks creaking beneath his boots as he stared out at the endless expanse of the fjord. The water reflected the fiery hues of the setting sun, the sight as beautiful as it was indifferent to his turmoil.

Hvitserk let out a frustrated breath, his hands gripping the dock's railing until his knuckles turned white. He closed his eyes in an attempt to steady the whirlwind in his mind.

Ivar's words echoed in his ears.

"If you betray me, brother, she will pay the price."

He hated how easily Ivar could find and exploit the cracks in his armor. Hated how powerless he felt, always a step behind, always the pawn in Ivar's games. And now Eira was in danger because of him.

He didn't know how long he stood there, but eventually, his gaze lifted to the ships bobbing gently in the harbor. His mission to King Olaf loomed over him. He had agreed, but what was the right thing to do?

If he went along with Ivar's plan, he could protect Eira...for now. But if he used the opportunity to turn Olaf against Ivar, he might finally end his brother's reign of terror. It was a risk, though. A single misstep and Ivar would know. He would retaliate. Eira would suffer.

Her face came to mind. Hvitserk could picture her lips quirked in a wry smile as she teased him, challenged him. She deserved better than this. Better than him. Yet, he couldn't let her go...not now, and believed he would never be able to.

He turned his attention back to the ships. The path was clear: either he found a way to ensure Olaf's allegiance to overthrow Ivar, or he played the part of a dutiful brother and let the cycle continue. Either way, the stakes were unbearably high.

A faint sound behind him made him turn sharply, and his hand went instinctively to the hilt of his dagger. It was only a stray dog sniffing around some barrels. He exhaled slowly, forcing his muscles to relax.

Focus, Hvitserk.

Hvitserk shook his head, and as he stared at the horizon, a plan began solidifying in his mind. He would go to King Olaf and do as Ivar asked, but at the same time, he would plant the seeds of rebellion and build an alliance to bring his brother down.

And he would keep Eira safe. He wouldn't dare think otherwise.

But first, he needed to tell her of his departure. The mere thought of telling Eira twisted something deep within Hvitserk's chest. He had just told her he wouldn't leave unless he absolutely had to, and now he was.

How would she react?

Would it shatter everything they had built? The closeness that had begun to seep into his very bones? Would she understand? 

He had never been good with goodbyes, and he couldn't imagine how it would feel to see her face when she realized he was actually leaving. The truth was, the idea of being apart from her for even a short while left him feeling... hollow. He had finally acknowledged how much he needed her presence in his life, how much he had begun to rely on the calm she brought to his storm. 

Even as he walked up the steps to her door, he hesitated, wrestling with how much he should tell her. Should he tell her of Ivar's threat, of the real reason that he was leaving? And did she deserve to know his plans...his true plans, after she'd been the one prompting her to act for months? Or would it put her in more danger?

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28. No Going Back

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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The cries only got louder as Hvitserk rushed back to the square, each echo slicing deeper into his mind. Citizens spilled from their homes with drawn brows and followed the sound. Desperation clawed at his throat and threatened to suffocate him before he even reached the square.

For the second time in a matter of months, he found himself praying for Eira. Praying to the gods that she was alright, that she hadn't been roped into Arne's punishment by Ivar or his men. Hvitserk couldn't remember the last time he felt this kind of fear—this gut-wrenching, breath-stealing terror...then it dawned on him: Margrethe.

The paleness of her cheeks, the tearstains still on her face, the blood, the smell...

This was worse. Somehow, it was worse.

Hvitserk's pulse roared in his ears as he carefully pushed through the crowd. When he reached the edge, his eyes locked onto her instantly and he staggered to a halt.

For a moment, he just stared, allowing his mind to catch up to the fact that she was there, that she was safe, that the scream hadn't been hers.

Relief hit him so hard that he nearly buckled, but so did guilt. Randi and Runa...they'd lost a husband and father.

Eira was in the center of the square, her knees in the snow and arms wrapped around Randi, who was sobbing so violently it shook her whole frame. Randi clutched Eira as if letting go would mean losing another piece of her world, her wails raw and full of something broken.

Hvitserk wanted to go to them. He wanted to push past the bodies in front of him, but he couldn't.

Ivar's men were still there. Watching. They stood with a kind of cruel satisfaction that made Hvitserk sick. And if he moved toward Eira now, if he even made it known that he cared, it would only put her in more danger.

So, he didn't move. Hvitserk's lip curled as he forced himself to stay put, to stay in the crowd and watch Randi fall apart.

Slowly, her sobs lessened, though they still racked her small frame. She sniffled and pulled back just enough to look at Eira through red-rimmed eyes. "I can't-," she whispered hoarsely. "I need to go get Runa."

"Let me-"

Randi shook her head with a sniffle. Eira didn't argue.

She just nodded and pressed her forehead against Randi's before letting her go. Hvitserk watched as Randi slowly pushed herself to stand, her feet unsteady beneath her. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Eira lingered for a moment.

She stared at the ground where Arne's body hung, at the blood dotting the snow. Then she turned. Her eyes flicked up and met Hvitserk's for a moment.

She didn't react. Not in shock, not in anger. Just...acceptance? Like she had already known he would be there, watching from the crowd.

Hvitserk's breath slowed as he held her gaze, searching for something—anything—that would tell him what she was thinking. But Eira's face was unreadable, her blue eyes hollow. Her shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath before she finally moved, pushing through the onlookers toward her home.

He followed.

The walk was quiet. The sounds of the square faded behind them, replaced only by the dull crunch of their footsteps in the snow. She never looked back, never acknowledged his presence, but she didn't have to.

When she reached her house, Eira pushed the door open. She stepped inside, and for a moment, he thought she was going to shut him out and leave him in the cold with everything unspoken between them.

But she didn't. She left it open.

Hvitserk hesitated. A small part of him still expected her to shut it when he stepped forward, but when she didn't, he forced himself inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

Eira stood a few feet away, her back still turned to him as her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

Hvitserk swallowed.

He expected anger. Expected her to spin around and lash out at him, to demand why he hadn't stopped it. To accuse him of telling Ivar.

But then—

She trembled.

It was small at first...just a faint shudder in her shoulders. Then another.

And Hvitserk realized that she wasn't angry.

She was breaking.

And Eira didn't break.

Hvitserk took a few measured steps toward her and hesitantly reached a gentle hand out to her elbow, slowly turning her toward him. When she finally did, the light caught the shimmer in her eyes. She was fighting it. He saw it in how she bit down on her lip, her shaky breaths, how her arms stayed wrapped around herself, like she could hold everything in if she just tried hard enough. She was unraveling, slowly, quietly, the way waves wore down a stone.

Her gaze flickered away, settling somewhere past him, anywhere but on him.

That was when he moved.

Hvitserk didn't hesitate this time. He slowly pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. She stiffened for a heartbeat and then melted into his touch, gripping his tunic as she let out a quiet sob against his chest.

Each muffled cry that left her lips broke his heart a little more, and he knew he had to take action, to ensure this wouldn't happen again—not to her—not to anyone.

He heard her words from two nights before:

"Do something!"

He had to act. But how? He couldn't be rash or come up with a half-baked plan...they'd seen the consequences of that now. It would have to be well thought out. But even the best plans always have risks, right?

What was he willing to risk? That was the question.

A flicker of defiance burned in his chest, but it fizzled out just as quickly and was replaced by an old, familiar fear. Could he really do it? Betray his brother? The only one he had left?

But then he thought of the woman in his arms.

How much more would she have to lose? How much longer could he watch her break?

It wasn't just about revenge—it was about stopping the madness. The thought of standing against Ivar...of facing him...

A chill crawled up his spine, colder than the snow outside. It would surely destroy them both.

As much as he hated it, Ivar had been like his shadow, his tormentor, his brother. The only one who hadn't left him. Hvitserk couldn't stop himself from asking:

Who would he be without him? What would be left of Hvitserk Ragnarsson once that bond was severed?

Eira body still trembled against him, her quiet sobs echoing in his chest. Could he live with himself if he didn't do something? If he just stood by again?

A chill ran down his spine, and he swallowed hard. Not yet. Not now. But one day...

Right now, he had one concern.

His hand cradled the back of her head as he held her closer, his other arm wrapping around her shoulders. She was so small, so fragile. Her body fit perfectly against his, and it both warmed and terrified him.

She had always been so strong.

He had never seen her like this, not even when she was sick, exhausted, or talking about her family. She always held it in, kept her shoulders squared and her head high.

And now? She held onto him for dear life, her tears soaking his tunic as she finally broke under all her losses. She wasn't crying like Randi had. There were no loud sobs or wails—just a quiet grief that slipped through the cracks she had fought so hard to keep sealed.

The silence between them stretched on and was broken only by the soft sobs against his chest. Hvitserk didn't speak. What could he say? That he was sorry? That he should have done something? That none of this was fair?

She already knew all of that.

So instead, he just held her.

His fingers wove gently through her hair and his chin rested lightly atop her head. It was then that she finally spoke.

"You were right," she croaked. "It was never going to work. I just thought—"

Hvitserk tightened his grip on her, running a gentle hand over her shoulder as he quietly sighed. "Eira—"

She lifted her head off his chest, her red-rimmed eyes shining at him. "I went to talk to him," Eira interrupted. "But Randi..." she trailed off, her throat tightening again.

Her gaze lowered to the floor and she stepped back slightly. Hvitserk's hands slid down to her shoulders. "She said he left early this morning and—and we were walking to the market to find him when..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I can't believe he's gone," she whispered, her voice cracking as she looked back up at him with fresh tears.

Hvitserk exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing against her shoulders as he searched for something—anything—to say. But what words could ease this? What could possibly make it better?

He had never been good at comforting people, not in the way Ubbe was. He didn't have the right words, didn't know how to fix things.

Eira shook her head, biting her lip hard to keep the tears at bay. "I thought maybe...I thought if I just—" She stopped, closing her eyes briefly before inhaling a shaky breath. When she opened them again, they were still wet, still full of grief, but there was something else, too.

Regret.

And gods, Hvitserk knew that feeling well.

"I should have tried harder," she mumbled.

His stomach twisted "What?"

Eira shook her head and stared past him, her fingers still gripping his tunic but more loosely now, like she was losing her grip on everything. "I should have pushed him," she murmured more to herself than to him. "I should have asked more questions. I knew it wasn't just about trade routes. I knew it."

"Eira," he said carefully, "what are you talking about?"

She exhaled shakily and finally looked up at him. "Arne. Remember that day in the woods?"

Hvitserk nodded.

"I saw him talking to those—" she inhaled sharply. "—those same men as the other night. I confronted him and he brushed it off. He said they were just talking about trade routes. I should have made him tell me the truth. If I had—"

Hvitserk's hands slid up to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing against the tear tracks staining her cheeks. "Stop," he said. "Don't do that."

He shook his head. "You think I don't know what that feels like?" he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I've spent my whole life asking myself what if." His throat felt tight, but he forced the words out anyway. "I could have left Ivar a long time ago. I could have done many things. But I didn't. I haven't."

Her brows drew together, the tears now slipping past her lashes.

Hvitserk exhaled slowly, allowing his forehead to nearly brush against hers as he held her gaze. "We all should have done something differently," he said. "But it doesn't change anything now."

He could've said more, but he didn't. He wasn't the one people went to for comfort or wisdom. But he knew this—he knew what it was like to be drowning in regret, to wish he had fought harder.

He also knew it would destroy her if she let it.

Eira's lip quivered again, and for a second, she looked like she wanted to argue. But then she swallowed hard, blinking against the new wave of tears. And when she finally spoke, her voice was just above a cracked whisper.

"I just don't know how to fix this, Hvitserk."

"I know," he muttered.

Hvitserk let his hand slide down her arm, his fingers brushing over hers before he caught them, lacing them together. He wasn't good at—comfort, reassurance...but this, this he could do.

"But we'll," Hvitserk paused, trying to find the right words. "We'll figure it out."

She didn't speak, but after a moment, she tugged her hand from his and stepped back, as if she had just realized how close they were.

"I hope you're right," she murmured, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks.

Eira took another step back as the air between them suddenly felt too heavy. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself again. She had broken down in front of him. Let him see her raw and vulnerable in a way she had never let anyone see before.

Her cheeks burned at the memory of clinging to him, of burying her face in his tunic. It had felt safe—too safe. 

But safety was a dangerous thing to rely on.

Eira cleared her throat, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Thank you for...just thank you."

He nodded. "I'm sorry, Eira. I really am."

"I know."

Hvitserk wanted to reach out again and pull her back. But he saw how she squared her shoulders, saw the mask slipping back into place, and he knew better. Eira never allowed herself to be weak for long.

She glanced at him once more, her eyes lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. There was something there...something unsaid. But then she turned away, moving toward the hearth where the fire had died down to embers.

Hvitserk watched her for a moment. He watched how her fingers trembled as she grabbed a piece of wood and placed it on the dying flames. Her movements were automatic, practiced. But he saw through it. She was distracting herself, trying to bury her grief beneath routine. It was how she survived.

He cleared his throat, feeling the awkwardness settle between them again. "If...if you need anything—"

Eira shook her head quickly. "I'll be alright."

He knew she was lying. But he also knew she needed to believe it right now.

Hvitserk stepped back toward the door. "Alright."

His hand hesitated on the latch. He didn't want to leave. But he couldn't stay, either.

She needed space. Needed to rebuild her walls. And as much as he hated it, he understood. Hvitserk opened the door, letting the cold air rush in and bite at his skin. He looked over his shoulder one last time.

Eira was still facing the fire fiddling with it. She must have felt his gaze because she glanced over at him. 

"It's okay, Hvitserk," Eira sniffled as she sent him the bravest look she could muster.

"Goodnight, Eira."

"Goodnight, Hvitserk."

For a moment, he lingered in the doorway, his heart pulling him back toward her. But then he forced himself to leave, letting the door close softly behind him. With one last look at the house, he turned and walked away. Hvitserk’s stomach fluttered as he still felt the warmth of her body against his, but there was also an ache that grew with each step that took him further from her.

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35. Most Terrible Thing

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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The air inside the longhouse was suffocating.

Smoke curled from the torches along the walls, the heat of too many bodies pressed together making Eira feel sick. A dull murmur ran through the gathered crowd, hushed voices dripping with worry. Everyone knew better than to speak too loudly, lest they draw attention to themselves.

She didn't want to be here.

Her fingers tightened around the basket at her hip as she moved through the hall. Everyone on the street was herded inside the longhouse for Ivar's Thing. Oh, how she missed Lagertha's things where the people were given a chance to speak, to decide on issues affecting the town. Now, they were stuck with a power-hungry tyrant who cared nothing for his people. 

She found herself searching the longhouse before she could stop herself. Then she saw him. Hvitserk stood near the center with his arms crossed, jaw tight. He looked exhausted. Tense. Like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Just like her.

Eira instinctively moved toward him, weaving through the mob until she reached his side. "This isn't good," she mumbled, just low enough for him to hear.

He stilled. 

For a moment, he didn't turn. He ust stood there, rigid, as if pretending she wasn't there would make her disappear. Then he looked at her, and something in his expression made her stomach drop.

"Eira," he muttered, his voice tight...almost strained. "You need to get away from me. Right now."

She blinked up at him with drawn brows. "What?" she frowned, taking a step closer. "What are you—"

"Go away," he snapped. "Leave me alone."

It hit her like a punch to the ribs.

Her lips parted and a hundred things sat on the tip of her tongue. But he had already turned his head away, his jaw clenching so tight she thought it might crack. She swallowed hard, something bitter rising in her throat. Eira swallowed against the lump in her throat and turned on her heel, slipping back into the sea of bodies.

 Hvitserk had never spoken to her like that before. Never.

What was that?

Eira found a new spot across the crowd from him just as the drums stopped and the firelight dimmed. Torches were placed before Ivar and Freydis, illuminating them in the bright glow as he spoke.

"My people, you are all welcome to the Thing."

He continued on, but Eira didn't hear much of it, just hearing snippets as she cursed the burning in her eyes...the pain that each beat of her heart sent through her.

"I will take care of you. I will lead you."

How could he look at her like that?

"Now it is time to find out those who threaten us, who is against us. Maybe it is your neighbor. Perhaps it is someone you know. A family member. A brother."

She looked up at that, and her eyes flicked to Hvitserk before she could stop them as she clocked Ivar's not-so-subtle threat. Though worry mixed in her chest, she looked away from him as her mind returned to his words.

"Go away. Leave me alone."

Ivar's speech drug on but she felt numb, disconnected from the world around her. When he dismissed them and the hall cheered, she pushed her way through the crowd, slipping out of the longhouse as fast as her feet would carry her. The cold air outside hit her like a slap, but it did nothing to quiet the storm in her chest. Eira walked quickly to her house, ignoring the cheers spilling from the longhouse behind her. 

Hvitserk had looked her in the eye and told her to leave. To go away like she meant nothing.

Had all of this been a mistake?

Had she been stupid to trust him?

By the time she reached the door to her house, she was shaking with something too tangled to name: anger, hurt, betrayal. She slammed the door harder than she meant to before pressing her back against it as her chest heaved.

"You need to get away from me."

Her jaw clenched.

The worst part—the part that made her feel like an idiot—was that he looked like it hurt him too. How his voice strained, how his hands tightened into fists at his sides like he was forcing himself to say it.

That was what made it so much worse. Because if he didn't mean it, then why did he say it at all?

Her stomach twisted violently as nausea swirled there, and she cursed under her breath, running her hands into her hair. But then a sharp knock at the door made her freeze.

She didn't move. It sounded again—knock, knock, knock. And then...his voice.

"Eira."

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to care. 

"I know you're in there," he said, voice just barely above the wind. "Please let me in. I can explain."

"I do not want to hear what you have to say!"

For a moment, there was nothing. No response.

Then Eira heard a soft, barely audible exhale. She felt it through the wood of the door almost like he was standing just close enough for his regret to seep through.

"Eira," he tried again, almost pleading. "Come on."

She swallowed hard, anger still curling hot beneath her ribs, but it tangled with something else inside her.

"Please."

Eira wanted to tell him to leave. Wanted to shut the door in his face. But instead, after a long and agonizing pause, she undid the latch and pulled it open. Hvitserk stood there with exhaustion lining his face. His eyes, though. Gods, his eyes...they held something raw. Something desperate.

She hated that it made her hesitate.

Stepping aside, she didn't say anything as he slipped inside. Eira glanced toward the street once before she shut the door behind him. She turned to face him with her arms still tightly crossed.

"You humiliated me."

Hvitserk swallowed hard, but she didn't give him the chance to speak.

"After everything we've been through," she went on, her voice shaking slightly, "you stood there, looked me in the eyes, and told me to go away like I was nothing to you."

His lips pressed together as his upper lip twitched.

"And the worst part?" Eira released a humorless laugh. "You didn't even look like you meant it. You just—" She huffed, shaking her head. "You knew how much that would hurt me. And you still did it."

Hvitserk inhaled sharply through his nose and exhaled like he was trying to steady himself.

"I had to," he said finally, his voice hoarse. "Eira, the last person who was close to me...Ivar had them killed."

The words landed heavily in the air between them and she stilled.

Hvitserk clenched his jaw and looked away toward the flickering hearth. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of me."

Out of everything she thought he'd say, that was not what she was expecting.

"I know you're angry," Hvitserk said after a moment. "You should be. I deserve that."

His throat bobbed. "But I need you to understand."

Eira closed her eyes briefly, exhaling hard. She was still angry. Still hurt. But the pain in his voice made it harder to hold onto.

"Who was it?" she asked softly, sitting on her bed, much like the night before.

A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips, but it was empty. "Her name was Margrethe."

Her.

Eira shoved the thought aside.

"I knew of her," she replied, remembering seeing the blonde around town. Hadn't she been Ubbe's wife at one point? She pushed away the thought. "Why did he-"

He sighed and moved to sit beside her. "Ivar thought she would kill him. And he was worried she would tell everyone he could not have children, and with Freydis-"

"Being pregnant..." Eira continued with a nod, her voice gentle, as if she worried her words might break his composure. 

A few beats of silence passed in the air between them and she glanced over at him. Hvitserk's eyes were glued to his lap where he mindlessly toyed with his armband, spinning it around his wrist. The subtle twitch of his lower lip and the despondent look on his face continued to calm the simmering anger inside her.

He'd lost even more than she thought, she realized. Here was yet another layer of him, another past experience that shed light on his present self, his motivations, and his fears.

Eira gingerly reached for his hand and stilled his fidgeting, lacing their fingers together. "I'm still mad at you," she muttered. "But you should have told me." 

"I know I should've." Hvitserk shook his head before meeting her gaze. "I couldn't risk it, Eira."

She just held his hand while she waited for him to continue, running her thumb lightly over the back of it without even realizing it. His fingers curled around hers, tightening like he was afraid she'd slip away. 

"Ivar's watching me, Eira. I'm walking a line so thin I can barely see it anymore. And if he thinks—if he even suspects—" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I couldn't risk it."

Eira's chest ached as she listened. Because she understood now. He had never wanted to push her away. He had been trying to protect her, even if it tore him apart to do it.

"Is that why you came here?" she asked. "To make sure I understood?"

Hvitserk hesitated, then nodded. "I couldn't stand the thought of you believing that you mean nothing to me. I—"

"I was never going to believe that," Eira interrupted.

His lips parted slightly, but he stopped the words before they reached the air. His gaze flickered down to where their hands were still joined, then back to her face. "Eira..."

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know if it was the firelight flickering in his eyes or the way his thumb brushed over her knuckles, but something between them shifted. The anger, the hurt, the fear—it was still there, but now something else wove between it.

Something unspoken. Something fragile.

Eira exhaled, dropping her gaze briefly before meeting his eyes once more. "You can't do that to me again," she whispered.

"I won't," he promised.

She wanted to believe him. And maybe she did, more than she should.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

The firelight danced along the planes of Hvitserk's face, casting golden shadows beneath his cheekbones and jaw. His eyes searched hers like he was looking for something.

She wasn't sure what.

Eira's pulse pounded in her ears and drowned out everything but the silence stretching between them. She should have let go of his hand, but she didn't. And neither did he.

Hvitserk exhaled slowly as his gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest of moments before flicking back up. It was barely anything, just the space of a heartbeat, but Eira felt it. The almost. The dangerous pull between them that felt like standing on the edge of a waterfall, fighting not to get washed over the edge into the unknown.

His hand moved then, his fingers ghosting up her wrist. And Eira didn't stop him. The air between them felt suddenly charged, and she wasn't sure if it was warmth or fear curling in her stomach. She wasn't sure if there was a difference.

His face was so close now. The heat of Hvitserk's body seeped into her skin. All she had to do was tilt her chin just a little and—

 A gust of wind rattled the door, shattering the spell that had fallen upon them.

Eira blinked as she was suddenly hyperaware of everything—of how her chest rose and fell too quickly, of the heat burning beneath her skin, of the fact that she wasn't sure if she had leaned in first or if he had.

Hvitserk inhaled sharply, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he pulled back just slightly. His hand lingered for half a second longer before he finally let go.

The absence of his touch was almost unbearable.

"I should go," he said roughly as his tongue tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

She nodded. It was all she could do.

Hvitserk hesitated and acted like he didn't quite want to leave, but then he exhaled, pushing himself to his feet. 

Eira didn't move as he walked to the door.

He paused with his hand on the handle, glancing back at her one last time. The air between them still crackled, but instead of breaking it, he just gave her a small, almost hesitant nod.

And then he was gone.

Eira stayed there, staring at the fire with her pulse still racing.

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First of all congratulations for your 1000 followers!!! 🎉🎉 You deserve it! Secondly I would like to request numbers 1 & 35 from the promt list with my cutie pie Hvitserk!! It is so kind and sweet of you to celebrate it like this, we apreciate your effort! Last thing, I have two questions for this prompt thing: Do you write Marco or Alex separately or just the two of them together? and Could the same person request in more than one occasion? Because I have some ideas 😉 Thanks for your time😘❤️

This one was requested by @93generation. She requested Hvitserk, but changed her mind later and wanted this drabble with Marco :) Hope you will like this. And sorry that it took me so long ♥ 

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You cameback home from work and you were looking forward to spending the rest of theday with your boyfriend Marco. It was your last chance to spend some time with him.Marco will have to go back to Dublin tomorrow to start shooting new episodes ofVikings. He was so excited about it, but on the other hand sad, because youcouldn’t go with him. You will visit each other, text or talk over the phone,but it won’t be enough. You will miss him terribly. So you planned to spendevery single minute of this day with him.“Hey, babe,” you called, but hedidn’t answer. You frowned and stepped inside your living room. You groanedwhen you saw what he’s doing. He was sitting on the couch and studying hislines. “Really, babe? This is our last day andyou are studying your own lines?” you whined and he finally looked at youand gave you a tired smile. “I am sorry, Y/N, but I need to learn mylines, I’m starting early in the morning and I told you that Hirst is superangry when we don’t know our lines, it’s unprofessional,” he explained andyou pouted. “You can learn it tomorrow on the plane,”you suggested and tried to peek into the papers. He quickly hid them behind hisback. “Hey, no spoilers for you, young lady,”he scolded you. “Youare mean,” you pouted and he smiled at you. “I know what’s the best for you, babe!”he smirked and gulped when you straddled his lap. “And I know what’s the best for you,Marco,” you purred into his ear and bit it playfully. “Not now, babe,” he protested, buthis hands were already on your waist. “Please, Marco, I need you,” youwhispered into his ear and rocked your hips against his growing cock. “Stop it, babe. We really can’t do thisright now,” he moaned out.“You say no, but your body says yes, mylove,” you smirked and crashed your lips against his, kissing him urgently.He kissed you back immediately, he was about to take off your shirt when youwere interrupted by the doorbell. “Ignore it,do you like it when I touch you like that?” you said when you brokethe kiss and trailed small, slow kisses down his jaw, chin and the nape of hisneck, your fingers followed your mouth.“Yes I do, but I can’t ignore it, Y/N. That’s what I was tryingto tell you the whole time. That’s Alex, he promised to help me study mylines. They are in Old Norse and I am struggling with them,” he said andavoided your pissed off look. “Really Marco, this is our last eveningand you invited Alex?” you were really pissed. You liked Alex, he was yourfriend, but you wanted to spend this evening with your boyfriend, not with hisbest friend. You got up from the couch and opened the door for Alex. “Hi, beautiful,” he said with brightsmile, but you just growled something back and let him in. “Margo, is waiting for you, have fun youtwo, I will be in the kitchen,” you said grumpily and left speechless Alexstanding in the middle of the living room.“What’s wrong with her?” Alex asked,he wasn’t used to see you like this. You even mocked him for the way how hespelled Marco’s name. “She is pissed because this is our lastday together and I have to study my lines,” Marco explained and quicklycovered his lap with fluffy pillow.  “Oh man, that sucks, but hey, I can gohome. We can read your lines tomorrow before the shooting,” Alex suggestedand you bit your lip in anticipation. “No, you know me, I am not able tofunction properly in the morning, I need to learn it now,” Marco saidstubbornly and you groaned quietly. You didn’t remember the last time when youwere so angry at him. You suddenly got an idea. Alex was sitting in your bigarmchair, he was facing Marco and he had the kitchen behind his back, so hecouldn’t see you. Marco on the other hand had a perfect view on the stove and thekitchen counter. You smirked evilly to yourself. You made sure that Marco couldperfectly see you and started taking off your shirt slowly. He didn’t notice itfirst, but your movement caught his attention. He shook his head slightly totell you to stop, but you ignored him. You tossed your shirt across the roomand hooked your fingers at the waistband of your pants. You took them offslowly and kicked them somewhere in the kitchen. Marco was sweating slightly. “Hey dude, it’s your turn, are you evenlistening to me?” Alex scolded him, and he stopped looking at you for asecond. “Sorry man, I got lost in my thoughts for a second,” Marco apologized to hisfriend and said his line in Old Norse. The sound of the foreign language madeyou hot and bothered. You slid your hand into your panties and started rubbingyour clit slowly. Marco finished his line and made a huge mistake. He lookedinto the kitchen again, even though he promised to himself, that he won’t doit. When he saw you standing there with your hand down your panties, he lostit.“Stop it,” he snapped and Alex lookedat him in surprise. “What?? Are you OK, man?” Alex asked,worried about his friend, he looked like if he had fever. “Sorry, man. I need something to drink,do you want something? Beer, Pepsi, something else?” “Beer would be fine,” Alex said andwatched his friend with worried expression. Marco marched into the kitchen andpushed you against the kitchen corner. “What are you doing?” he hissedquietly. “Preparing myself for the lonely nightswithout you, babe,” you sassed and continued playing with your clit, youmoaned quietly and you could see that he had a hard time controlling yourself. “Justlet me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least threetimes!” he promised to you and walked back to the living room. Theystarted practicing again and you kept playing your little show. Your bra andpanties followed your shirt and pants and you were standing completely naked inyour kitchen, praying to god for Alex to not turn around. You pinched yournipples couple times, making them hard; you sat on the kitchen counter andspread your legs, giving Marco a full view on your pussy. That was the moment whenMarco had enough. He tossed the papers on the table and quickly told Alex, thathe didn’t feel well, and they should finish it in the morning on the plane.Alex was so confused that he forgot to say goodbye to you. Marco closed thedoor behind his best friend and stormed into the kitchen. “Since when are you so needy?” heasked you and watched your fingers disappearing in your tight pussy. “Since my boyfriend is about to leave mefor the next 3 months,” you pouted and moaned his name, when your fingers foundyour G-spot. “You are such a bad girl, teasing me likethis. And in front of my best friend,” he growled and watched youpleasuring yourself. “Did you like my little show?” youasked him and kept hitting your G-spot, bringing yourself closer to yourrelease. “Yes, I did, but you have to be punishedfor that, love! You can’t do things like this to me without being punished!”he smirked and waited for the moment when you were close to your orgasm. Marcostopped you and tossed you over his shoulder and brought you to your bedroom.He tossed you on the bed and quickly got rid of his clothes. You gave him asatisfied smirk, when you saw that he was already hard, you saw his pre-cumdripping from the tip of his cock and you licked your lips. He took your headin his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue was exploring your mouth andthen the skin on your neck and chest slowly, like if he wanted to remember yourtaste and every inch of your body. You giggled when his stubble scraped overthe silky skin on your breasts. You giggles turned into throaty moans, when hestarted teasing your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one while his handplayed with the other one. “Marco,” you moaned his namewhen he sucked your nipple into his warm mouth.“I love you so much, babe,” you saidand urged him on by digging your fingers into his muscled arm and arching yourback just a little.“I love you too, Y/N,” he said whenhe moved to your other breast. You felt that he could make you cum just bylicking and sucking your breasts. He and Hvitserk had one thing in common, theyknew, how to use their mouths. He stopped devouring your chest and moved downyour body. He gently kissed your inner thighs his stubble scratched your skindeliciously. “You are so beautiful,” he praisedyou and placed a soft kiss on your clit. You whined and spread your legs widerfor him. He nestled between your legs and spread your pussy lips for him. Helicked you from the bottom to the top, but avoided your clit on purpose.“Stop teasing me, Marco!” youprotested but he ignored you. He kept licking you slowly, occasionally flickinghis tongue over your sensitive clit. “Marco, please,” you begged him, andhe finally sucked your clit into his mouth. You clutched the bed sheets in yourhands, moaning his name loudly, encouraging him to start sucking you harder. Heslipped two fingers inside your dripping cunt and you started rolling your hipsagainst his hand. “Stay still,” he commanded but yourbody was moving on its own will. He bit your clit, because you disobey him. “Marcooo!” you shouted, because heslammed his fingers deeper into you at the same time when he bit your clitagain.“Fuck babe, you will make me cum so hard.I won’t forget this for long weeks!” you hummed and pinched your nipples.Marco smirked and curled up his fingers. Your loud moans told him, that hefound your G-spot. He kept hitting it and your moans were louder and louder.Your walls started clenching around his fingers and your body was ready to letit go, when he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you.“Why did you stop? You promised me tomake me cum at least three times” you whined angrily.“Oh yeah, my love, but I said that youhave to let me finish my study session with Alex. But you were too greedy andruined that for me. So I will tease you the whole night and maybe, maybe, Iwill let you cum in the morning,” he smirked devilishly and made you suckhis fingers, tasting yourself on them. “Come on Marco, you can’t do this to me,you love me, right babe?” you tried to seduce him, but he already made hisdecision. He played with your body for hours, bringing you close to your orgasmmany times, but he always stopped when you were about to cum. You weresquirming underneath him, cursing, begging, moaning, sweating, but he had nomercy on you and your body. He finally decided that you had enough and enteredyou slowly with his throbbing cock. You sighed happily when he filled you up,your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, in case that he would try to withdrawagain. But it wasn’t his intention this time. He was slamming his cock in andout of your body, kissing you slowly, savoring your taste, caressing your bodywith his fingers, trying to remember every curve of your gorgeous body. Yournails were scratching his back, your hips were moving along with his and witheach stroke he filled you further, burying himself deeper and deeper insideyou. You felt your orgasm coming and this time he didn’t stop and pushed youover the edge with his fingers which began rubbing your clit. You came hard,screaming his name; he followed you soon, filling you up with his seed.He hugged you and pulled you closer to his body. You relaxed in his arms, butyou started crying after few minutes.“What’s wrong Y/N. Why are you crying?”Marco asked, scared by the change in your behavior. “I am just sad, that you will leave metomorrow,” you managed to say between sobs. “Don’t cry, my love, I am going to visityou as much as possible,” he promised you.“And you can take a vacation from workand come to visit me. I will have more free time this season,” he winked atyou and kissed your temple lovingly.“Why?? Something will happen to Hvitserk?”you asked and looked at him. “No, but the show is focusing more onIvar now, so I will have more free time. And should I be jealous aboutHvitserk? You appear to be quite attached to this guy,” he teased you. “Oh yeah, you should be, he is veryhandsome man,” you laughed and kissed him lovingly.“We will make this work, love. Don’tworry,” he assured you and pulled you back into his arms. You slowly fellasleep, calmer than the night before.

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