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Vikings and Hairstylists

Summary:You get the opportunity to work on the set of Vikings. But when you meet your celebrity crush, how will you react? Will anything happen between you two?

A/N This was so exicitng for me to write. I hope yall will enjoy this as much as I did.

Word count:8795

You couldn`t believe it. You got the job! This was so unbelievable, that you kept repeating the memory of how it went down.

You were fresh out of Beauty School, looking for a job. Ever since you started watching hair braiding tutorials on youtube, which was a few years back, you found a new passion for hair. You watched every hair video, hair routine, hair products reviews there was on the internet, and you couldn`t wait to one day become a famous hairstylist, specializing in braids and giving people the hair of their dreams.

With that in mind, you were trying to gather your thoughts and come up with a strategic plan that could allow you to launch a career in this field. Maybe I should ask around at salons to take me in as an assistant. That would give me a good start. You thought. Many people started off as just that, hairstylist assistants. But that was not to be looked down upon, for it was the best way to practice and learn more tricks.

You were getting tired, and decided to just let the idea rest at the back of your head, and switched to scrolling through Instagram. It was as if the Gods were guiding you towards your path, because it was at that very moment that you opened the app, that you saw something that was a clear sign of the Higher Beings listening to your cries.

`` FELLOW VIKINGS FANS, WE ARE ANNOUNCING SOMETHING VERY EXCITING. WE ARE OFFERING OUR FANS A CHANCE TO COME ON SET AND WORK WITH THE AMAZING VIKINGS TEAM. WE ARE HAVING 5 OPEN SPOTS FOR NEW HAIRSTYLISTS, TO COME AND WORK CLOSELY WITH OUR CAST. REQUIREMENTS: -A DIPLOMA THAT LEGALLY ALLOWS THE PERSON TO WORK AS A Hairstylist and -A PORTOFOLIO OF PREVIOUS HAIRSTYLES DONE ON VARIOUS TYPES OF HAIR ( LONG, SHORT, CURLY,STRAIGHT) SEND US YOUR PORTOFOLIO TO OUR E-MAIL, ALONG WTH A VIDEO OF YOURSELF DOING AN INTRICATE BRAID (YOU CAN USE A REAL PERSON OR A MANNEQUIN) WE WILL SEND AN E-MAIL TO THE 5 LUCKY PEOPLE WHO WON THE CONTEST.

It was utterly shocking. Mouth agape, you re-read the announcement at least ten times, before finally squealing in happiness. You were a HUGE fan of the TV series Viking, hence you were trembling, and with shaky hands, you closed your phone, taking deep breaths in and out to calm yourself.

Moments later, with a clear head, you re-read the requirements, and frowned at the one year experience requirement. Your beauty school lasted exactly one year, and you had to also help at the salon you were studying at, so you wondered if that can count as experience. As for the portofolio, you had done some amazing hairstyles on your models, and, thank the Gods, you were now more than ever grateful for the fact that youve had this inclination towards braids, because half of your phones gallery was full with photos of you doing all sorts of braid variations on your friends. You even took inspiration from the show, and tried to recreate one of the most complex braids on your models. So your portofolio was pretty solid.

It had been days after you sent the requested things to the Vikings e-mail, and you couldnt sit still for not even one second. You kept checking your e-mail, your Instagram dms every hour, fidgeting with your phone all day long. You told your family and closest friend about this of course, and they were all very happy you found this opportunity, tho you could tell by their eyes that they felt sympathy for you, knowing you`d never get selected out of all thousands of fans out there.

And you, too, started to believe it slowly, after each day passed away without any feedback from the Vikings team. So you decided you wouldn`t sulk around, and you started enjoying your free time by meeting up with your girlfriends and forgetting you even submitted the e-mail.

Until one day, when it was late and you checked your e-mail for a confirmation code for an app, that you saw another e-mail had been sent, and when you saw who was it from, you almost threw your phone up to the ceiling, almost smashing it in excitement. The Vikings team had written back to you, expressing their amazement and eagerness to have you as a new member of their team.

And now you were on a plane, on your way to Dublin, to start working on the set of Vikings. This was still so surreal, you had to hold back giggles and excitement, not wanting to look like a maniac to the other people around. Oh, if only they knew where you were going.

Once youve landed and got your baggage, you were met with a large crowd of people, each standing and waiting for someone. You glanced around the crowd, until you noticed a man in a black, fancy suit and a woman standing next to him, holding a big sign with your name on it. You rolled your baggage over there, greeting both of them politely. '' Hello there. I am Emily. And this is Kevin, one of the drivers. We will take you to the hotel now, and in the meantime, I will explain to you briefly tomorrows schedule.'' She smiled kindly, putting a hand on your back and guiding you towards the exit, while Kevin took the baggage for you, carrying it towards the car.

The ride was about twenty five minutes, enough for Emily to give you a rundown of how everything works around there. Tomorrow, you were going to be picked up by the same driver at around 5 am, and then taken to the set. You were going to meet Shaila, the main stylist, who will guide you and show you what you have to do. It seemed easy enough, only, you couldn`t believe you were going to meet the actors you were only used to seeing on TV. You were especially nervous to meet Alex, who plays Ivar. Emily also explained how the filming of season 5 was beginning officially tomorrow, and that you would witness first hand how the magic happens.

Once you reached the hotel, you glanced at the name. Conrad Dublin. 5 Stars. Damn It looked extremely luxurious. You were dearly hoping you wouldn`t be the one paying for the stay.

Emily helped you check in, while Kevin brought in your luggage.

'' This is yours.'' She handed you a keycard, with the numbers 203 on it. '' Today is your free day. As its only 3 in the afternoon, you can feel free to explore the area. The center is less than a kilometer away. Theres tons of pubs around here, stores, supermarkets. The company will take care of your bills for the room. Unfortunately, we do not offer an included breakfast pack with the stay, but seeing you are on set more than half a day, we have a buffet there, so you don't have to worry about that. my suggestion, don't stay up too late. Go to sleep earlier, and don't forget, be out here before 5. Other than that…'' She trailed off, seemingly trying to think if she told you everything you needed to know. '' Well, I guess that`s it. Feel free to explore the city. Bye.'' She waved and left with Kevin.

You went to your room, plopping down on your bed. It was a small hotel room, but honestly who cared? It was so luxurious, and so well kept, you were at first afraid to touch anything. You inhaled the fresh smell of the sheets, sighing in contentment.

You wondered, were you the only one staying at the hotel? Or were there other cast/crew members?

You took a nice cold shower, trying to get off that travel dirt off of you. You got out of the shower all energized, ready to go for a little stroll. Changing in a simple oversized shirt, with a David Bowie picture on it, and comfy sweatpants, you grabbed your phone, placing your keycard inside your phonecase and took the elevator down to the lobby.

Taking a brisk walk, you took every second to glance at various buildings, appreciating the infrastructure. As Emily said, there were tons of pubs, and in your 10 minute walk, you saw at least 5. You loved the Dublin atmosphere. For a capital city, it wasnt as crowded or as loud as you would have guessed. Or maybe that was just because you werent necessarily in a touristic area.

You decided to turn back around, after 30 minutes of walking, deciding this was enough walking. On your way back home, you stopped at a supermarket, called Fresh and bought some junk food that would get you going until the next day.

You finally reached your hotel room, plopping onto the bed yet again and turned on the TV, for some background noise. You opened your bag of chips, along with you store bought coffee, and started snacking, while texting your family, letting them know you got to the hotel all safely. When it was around 10 pm, you decided you should listen to Emily, and go to sleep.

You were rudely snapped out of your deep sleep by your alarm, ringing insistently. With a grunt, you quickly turned it off, and after a few seconds of staying motionless, you rolled out of bed with a long sigh. You brushed your teeth, washed your face with some cold water, to get the puffiness out of your eyes to go down, and then went straight to the pre-established clothes you decided on wearing the previous night. You weren`t aware of any dresscodes, so you decided not to overdress, nor underdress. So your final decision was a pair of clean, simple jeans, a plain white shirt, and a pair of green converse. You hoped this would suffice. Grabbing your handy-dandy backpack, packed with your essentials, you headed towards the exit of the building.

It was really chilly outside. The sun wasn't even up yet, and well, considering it was still 4 50 am, it wasn't a shocker. Down at the lobby, you couldn't see anybody. Not even the receptionist.

A couple of chuckles were heard behind you, and you turned to see a group of 4 girls coming up to you.

'' Hey… You don't happen to be the new hairstylist…for you-know what, do you?'' A blonde girl asked.

You were wondering if thee girls were the other 4 contestants that won. '' For… The.. Show you mean?'' You asked directly. The other 3 girls giggled, and the blonde one smiled. '' Yeah. That`s what I meant. I had to make sure you're not just a random person. You see, we signed some papers, that forbid us to tell other people where we actually work.''

'' Oh..really?''

'' Yeah. Anyway, I am Aurora. The ginger one is Phoebe, that one is Amalia and Cassie.'' She presented, pointing to a curly haired girl, with ginger hair, respectively two brunettes, one with long hair, Cassie and the short haired brunette Amalia.

'' Yn.'' You replied timidly, slightly intimidated by how beautiful these girls were.

You 5 started chatting, asking each other basic questions, such as how and why you got into this field, for how long, and other personal ones, until you were interrupted by the arrival of Kevin, who waited patiently and silently for you all to climb into his vehicle. He greeted you all with a short mornin and then remained silent throughout the whole car ride, that was fortunately filled with the conversations struck by the girls.

Half an hour later, you came to a stop, somewhere far from the city, on a hill, that looked pretty much like it was in the middle of nowhere. But at a second glace, you notice, you were in some form of parking, for there were many cars around the place, scattered messily over a mile, and tons of trailers at a walking distance. You girls were guided by Kevin through a little gate, who was guarded by a security man, and after checking your ID`s, you were told to go find trailer number 13.

You felt your nerves resurfacing. You were actually here. On the set of one of the most streamed shows. Luckily, you werent completely alone, as you had the new found girls by your side. You all found the trailer, and by public demand, you were chosen to be the one to knock on the door. Shakily, you used your knuckles to hit the door two times, hoping someone inside heard it. After you all heard a faintcome in`, you opened the door and stepped into the trailer, with the rest of the girls following you.

Once inside, you noticed three typical hair stations you'd see at any salon, with a mirror each, and pictures of the actors with the hair on. At last, you glanced at the far end of the trailer, bent down, a woman. She quickly stood up, and that's when you finally glanced over her frame. She was a woman in her mid 40s, with a chubbier figure, mid length hair, with some blonde highlights all over. She looked very kind, like a mother that would bake you cookies every day.

'' `Ello girls. I'm Shaila. The main hairstylist. '' She shook hands with every girl, listening in return for each of their names.

'' Right. So let's get straight to it. This is the first week of filming season 5. We have an awful lot of new characters, and old ones that need an upgrade. Today is Monday. We don't usually film on Mondays. We test new hairstyles, see what works, what doesnt. We prepare for the shooting days. Michael told me about the contest. Ever since I told him we need more stylists, he's been doing the most to gather some new ones. The thing is girls,'' at this, she was giving you all a nervous look. '' This week you 5 will be on probation. That means, by the end of week, we will announce which one of you will be staying here permanently. I know the announcement said 5 people will be working here, but truth is, in the meantime, we have found 4 other stylists that are more familiar with working on a movie/TV show set. But, we are in need of one more. So you have until Friday to do your best, impress us and we will decide who will get the post.'' She finished, studying each girl independently. There was a dull silence.

You glanced at Aurora, next to you, but she was looking down. Shaila was waiting for someone to ask a question, but after a few moments, she took the silence as a que to speak again.

'' Alright. So each one of you will be working closely to one of the other main stylist. I am now going to tell you who is going in which trailer.'' She then proceeded to assign each girl to a separate trailer. '' You Yn, will be working in this trailer with me. Alright… Now-'' she glanced at her watch.

'' Oh dear, we need to hurry. It`s 5:30. The cast will be here any minute. You girls go ahead. We will see each other at lunch. '' She shooed them off, shutting the door behind them. Once you were left alone with Shaila, she turned around and grinned at you.

''So… Yn. Beautiful name. Unique. Here let me show you.'' She pointed at each seat. '' In this trailer, we work always on the same three people. Look here.'' Glancing at her pointy finger, you followed it and saw there were several pictures with whom you recognized as the Ragnarsons, with the focus on their hair, from different angles.

'' We mainly work on Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar`s character here…'' She trailed off. '' You know who they are I assume?'' You nodded quickly.

'' My colleague, Peter, works alongside me. And you see, Ivars hair was, so far, short. So there wasnt much to do. But as for this season, we are going to change his hairstyle, because his hair has grown out some more and we have more options. You see, as characters evolve, so does their hair. So we were in need of someone new to work with us. Because without a third stylist here, it would be too difficult for us two to finish their hair on time.''

With widened eyes, you looked at her, amazed that you will be meeting one of your favorite characters in a few. You nodded along with everything Shaila was saying, to show her you were paying attention.

Soon enough, Peter joined you two. He was a rather tall scrawny man, short gingered hair and a slight beard coming through. He was super funny, and very energetic, for the fact that it was this early in the morning. But that could`ve also been an added factor from the coffee in his hand.

You were getting more nervous by the minute, knowing the three main characters of the show would be walking in at any given moment. Peter and Shaila were conversing casually, not the least bit worried or nervous, as you were. Which was understandable. They`ve been here for quite a long time.

Lacing at your smartwatch, you felt your heart jolting, when you heard faint masculine voices, fastly approaching the trailer. Now, more than ever, you felt as if your heart would jump right out of your body. With a loud creak, the trailer`s door was forcefully opened, in stepping the boisterous boys. You first saw a bearded man, with his sides shaved, and a base cap on, greeting Shaila and Peter. Second, you saw a young man with quite longer hair than the first one, holding a beer in his hand, and laughing obnoxiously loud at someone behind him. And then, you saw… Him.

Your celebrity crush, the most handsome man youve ever set eyes on. He was talking in a language you couldnt comprehend. Must be Danish. Sporting a simple black shirt, and grey sweatpants, hair in an improvised man bun, he stepped into the trailer last, shutting the door loudly behind him.

The boys all struck up a conversation with Shaila, while each going to their assigned chairs. It was only after another minute, and Shaila mentioning there`s someone else in the trailer, that they all glanced at you, through their respective mirrors.

You made yourself look as small as possible, for it was under their gazes that you felt like a little mouse in a wolf`s den, if that makes sense. They all smiled at you, and one by one, got up from their seats and lined up to greet and shake hands with you.

'' Jordan Patrick. Nice to meet you.'' The bearded man presented himself, giving you a firm handshake. You could hear a very strong Australian accent from him. '' Yn.'' You said quietly, hoping he won't make you repeat it. '' Marco.'' The second man seemed to have a little smirk on his face, and took it a step further and kissed the back of your hand.

You blushed furiously, even forgetting to say your name back. Last, but not least, Alex approached you. '' Alex. Nice to meet you.'' He grinned, waiting for you to shake hands, but when you reached out, he instead put his arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug. You took a second to react, and when you came back to your senses, you hugged him back, but not with the same intensity, as you feared you would come off as a crazy fan. Your cheeks were so hot, you could feel it.

When he pulled away, he winked at you, and when he turned around, he grinned at Marco. He got seated back in between Marco and Jordan, looking at the former. ''Fik hende til at rødme'' He said something to Marco, not that you could understand it, and he started laughing while Marco was scoffing, almost jokingly. ( Made her blush)

Shaila showed you how a normal day looks like in the trailer, explaining theoretically and visually how she worked on the boys hair. She showed you reference photos and other sketches of how she was imagining Ivar`s hair this season.

'' I want to start today with something simple. Can you do Dutch braids?'' She asked. You nodded promptly.

'' Good. Please start with a central braid, and then two smaller Dutch braids on each side of his hair.'' She showed you, using her fingers, where she imagined each section to start and end.

With clammy hands, ( you quickly wiped them on your jeans, trying to be discreet) you picked your rat tail comb, and started sectioning the central part for the braid. While doing so, Alex was watching your every movement, making it even more difficult for you to calm down.

Once you had each section parted and clipped out of the way, you slowly started working on the biggest braid. The first few strands of the braid were beginning to create the shape of the it, and you were getting into your element. Before you even realized it, you had the first braid finished, and began working on the side ones.

The other actors were chatting with each other, occasionally Shaila piping in, or Peter saying a very corny joke. You loved Alexs laugh. It was so genuine and filled with happiness. You could only imagine what it must feel like to hear it every day. You sighed.Oh great, nows not the time to daydream about being his gilfriend.

Alex glanced back at you after he heard you sigh, lifting one eyebrow at you. Making eye contact through the mirror, you refrained a smile appearing on your face, and immediately looked away from him. You heard him chuckle quietly, and then engaged back in a conversation with the other guys.

You notified Shaila, hoping she will satisfied with your work. Alex looked at you, giving you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

'' Hmm.. You could`ve added a bit more gel here. See these tiny fly aways? And tease the hair at the roots just slightly here on top, for a bit of volume. We want to make sure it appears they have lots of hair. '' She continued analyzing each braid carefully, humming to herself.

''But overall, this is really good. You did great. For your first day. '' She patted you on the shoulder.

Alex winked at you, causing you to turn away from him to hide your blush. Damn he really is flirty you thought.

When all the guys were finished, they all ran out of the trailer to check the set, run lines and gods know what else actors do.

You were left with Shaila, while Peter left the trailer to smoke a cig. The woman pulled a head mannequin out of a cabinet, and began showing you typical braids they do on extras, teaching you and giving you tips here and there where she felt like it.

Hours later, you were starting to get hungry. It had been hours of you just standing in the trailer. Shaila insisted on showing you every single little tool in there, explain to you how a real work day unfolds, since she didnt consider this particular day to be one at its full intensity, which quite frankly scared you, because this was already too much, but if this wasnt the hardest, then what was to come?

Around lunch time, the two adults led you towards the lunch tents. It was like at a festival, with big tents, dozen of wodden benches, and so many people, it was crazy. Shaila showed you where to go to get your food from, and then she left back towards the trailer stating she had some work to finish up for tomorrow.

You felt so intimidated by the number of these people, and you hoped you could see the girls somewhere, so you could go to them.

Once you grabbed your lunch, which was mostly mashed potatoes, some tomato salad and some grilled cheese, you desperately tried spotting some known faces around here, for a second time.

It seemed impossible in this sea of people, so you now decided to walk towards the exit, hoping to find an empty table, but as you were passing between tables, you heard someone yell out your name.

You turned your head and tried to find the person who shouted, and almost instantly you spotted Alex, waving his hands highly in the air, as if attempting to make himself noticeable for you. You stood there motionless, unsure if he was actually the one to shout at you, but when you saw him make a hand gesture that signaled for you to come over, you took slow, self-conscious steps towards him.

He seemed eager to have you approach, and once you reached his table, he put his hand on your back, guiding you to sit down next to him.

Now that you were finally settled, you looked around the table, and you almost screamed. You saw Marco and Jordan, but also recognized Alexander Ludwig, who plays Bjorn. and then you also observed a beautiful blonde girl, sitting next to him, whom you knew to be Georgia Hirst.

You were sat down next to Alex, who himself was sat between yourself and Marco, and then on the opposite side, you had Georgia sitting right face to face with you, next to Jordan and then finally Alexander.

'' Alex, who have you brought here?'' Asked Alexander, with a teasing tone and nudging Jordan to join in on his teasing.

'' Oh. She`s the new hairstylist in my trailer.'' He put his left hand on your right shoulder, squeezing it softly.

You laughed softly. '' Uhm actually… I`m on… probation. We will find out who stays here permanently at the end of the week.'' You chuckled nervously.

'' Well, I Know you will. Cuz you were so good with your hands.'' Alex said, seemingly not aware of how that sounded. Once the other guys started laughing and hooting at what he said, he blushed and tried to correct himself. ''I- meant shes fast. She worked really fast. Thats what I me- Oh Shut it'' He reached across the table to whack Alexander on the arm from all the teasing he was doing.

You looked at your food, starting to feast on it and ignoring the comments flying around you.

'' And what is your name?'' You made eye contact with Georgia, who seemed to be the sweetest and the most normal person from this table.

'' Yn.'' You replied shortly, and then started eating some tomatoes, hoping no one would talk to you anymore, because you were hungry and wanted to be left alone.

''So…? Tell us!'' Alex insisted, looking at you and waiting for something from you.

Confused, you frowned your eyebrows at him, shrugging '' Tell you..what?''

'' Well about you. How you got here, how long have you been doing hair, have you watched the show?''

And so you answered all their questions. Well, more than 90% of them were fired by Alex, but occasionally one of the other guys would also ask you something as well. Georgia listened intently to what you had to say, but then calmed Alex and the other boys down when she noticed you were starting to get overwhelemd.

'' That`s enough. Let her eat.'' And with that, the boys listened like good children, and left you tending to your food.

Right before you all left, he saw you standing up ready to leave, so he asked you to give him your instagram.

You were quite embarrassed to have him look at your profile, knowing the photos you`ve taken were not nearly half as good as his, but then you also thought, he asked for it, so he should suffer the consequences.

You were back at the trailer, and for the next hours, you were told to recreate some hairstyle Shaila showed you on a picture, until it was finally time to go home.

You were completely exhausted. And you were scared for tomorrow. You went to the parking lot, found Kevin and jumped into the car, finding relief in being able to sit down and give your legs a bit of relief. The other girls approached the car one by one, and when you were all in, you all started sharing your today`s experience.

'' I met Harald Finehair GUYS. UGH he was so fine.'' Amalia said, exaggerating and making you all gag and giggle.

'' Ew stop it. He`s way too old for you. But I met Georgia Hirst and Ida. They were super nice.'' Phoebe added.

When you told them about who you met, they all seemed a bit.. Jealous? They gave you a fake smile, and then quickly changed the subject.

Once you reached your room, you sighed in relief, finally you were alone. You took a shower, dried up and then you pulled your phone out, noticing all the unread messages from your frineds. After you answered them all, you went on Instagram out of habit.

You went to see you had some notifications. iris2002 liked your post 3h carina0_donnell liked your post 4h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen started following you 6h

WAIT WHAT??!?!!? HE FOLLOWED ME BACK?! SHIT I mean, it was expected. After all, he did just ask for your Instagram didn`t he?

You checked your dms, seeing as you had some unread messages on there as well, but the one that popped before everyone else, was from the same person who had followed you back a few hours ago.

You shakily opened the chat, not knowing what to expect.

Heej. What are you doing? Hiii. I just got back to the hotel. im so exhausted

I know how you feel you hungry? do you maybe uh wanna grab some food? I know a few good places around Dublin :))

You blinked rapidly, your heartbeat rising. Was that for real? You kept clicking on his name, checking to see if he is the Real Alex. You left him on read for a few minutes, while you were contemplating on whether or not you should go.

With sweaty hands, you unlocked your phone again, and decided to give him an answer sure... let's do it. I'm starving

great. which hotel are you staying at? Conrad Dublin

gotcha. I'll be there in half an hour

`Half an hour? shit. I need to get ready.

You got out of your freshly put on pijamas, and rummaged through your luggage for some decent clothing. You opted for another oversized t-shirt, with a Jurassic Park logo on it, and your trusted shorts, who fit on your bum perfectly. Messing with your hair a bit, you ruffled it, and then you decided you`d just tie it in a bun. You grabbed your trusted perfume, and sprayed it once on each side of your neck.

You grabbed your fanny pack, strapping it over one shoulder and put your phone inside it, grabbing also some cash and your keycard.

The moment you stepped into the elevator, you felt your heart once again start galloping inside you. How could this happen, and on the first day?

Once you stepped into the lobby, you were aiming for the exit, until you saw a familiar guy sitting on one of the couches, on his phone. You studied him a bit. He looked so effortlessly beautiful. He was wearing a black hoodie, along with some jeans, paired with sneakers. He had his hair in a manbun, but that only made him look even hotter.

He was scrolling on his phone, with his back rested on the couch, one arm on it, and legs spread out in front of the coffee table.

It didnt take him too long after youve reached the lobby to take notice of you. When he finally did, he quickly put his phone back in his back pocket and stood up, taking long and fast strides to reach you.

'' Hey.'' He approached you and pulled you in a hug, kissing you on your temple once he let go of you.

'' Hello…'' You said timidly, not knowing what to say next.

Alex seemed to be such an expert in keeping up a conversation going, that he never allowed any sort of awkward silence fill the air. He grabbed your forearm, pulling you softly towards the exit. '' So.. What are you in the mood for?'' He broke the peaceful silence once you stepped outside. '' Mmm… Honestly? I dont know. I dont want anything fancy, but not junky either. Maybe pasta?'' You laughed awkwardly. He smiled and giggled.

'' Then pasta it is.'' He led the way, and started asking about your personal life back at home the whole way to the restaurant.

Once you`ve reached it, you read the name Sano Pizza. Looks good from the outside.

'' It`s one of my favorite restaurants. They have some amazing Pizza. And the spaghetti should also be up at the same level.'' He praised the place. You smiled and followed him inside.

He led you between many tables, and then finally in a more private and calm section, he found an empty booth for the two of you. When you finally sat down, you noticed the QR code being placed on both corners of the table, making you scoff.

Alex looked at you curiously. '' What`s the matter?''

'' This. I cant scan the fucking menu. And its so frustrating to me cuz then I have to search it up on the internet, and it takes so long. Like, give me the goddamn paper menu and we`ll be good.'' You complained, sighing in annoyance.

Alex seemed to not take your attitude too seriously, as he chuckled at you and pulled his phone out, scanning the code in less than a second and handing you his phone.

'' Here. Take a look and then let me know what youd like to eat.'' You flushed at his actions.Yeah, it was a small gesture, almost insignificant. But still, it made my heart flutter.` You went over the menu on his phone, and when you were finally ready with your order, you handed his phone back. He took it gently, cupping your hand slightly when you passed it to him.

''Alright.. What will it be then?'' '' Penne Quattro Formaggi. Aaand a lemonade.'' You nodded to yourself, thinking that`ll be good enough.

'' No dessert?'' He asked nicely. '' Nah. Im good. I probably wont even finis the pasta.'' You laughed. '' Why?'' He joined in your laugh.

You shrugged. '' I always eat half of it, then I get full and I have to sit and let my stomach digest the food. I don`t know why. The food is too dense.'' ''Dense?'' He asked, amused. ''Yeah…dense.''

He chuckled and when he saw a waiter, he waved for him to go over there. He ordered the food, and then he turned back to you, propping his chin on the palm of his hand, admiring you.

'' Uhh.. '' You chuckled nervously. '' So…'' '' What do you think? You liked your first day?'' '' Well.. It was.. Intense. A lot of new info at once, but Ill get used to it. That is..if.. Ill stay..'' You trailed off, almost with a hint of sadness, thinking of the possibility of not staying permanently.

Alex placed his warm hand over yours, rubbing your kunckles with his thumb, reassuringly. '' Youll stay. Ive seen you work. You did a great job.'' You waved a dismissive hand at him. '' No Im serious! Hey. Ive seen others work. And so far, no one has been as skilled with their hands as you.''

'' Oh… I dont know. Well see.'' ''- And even they happen to Not choose you, which, theyd have to be nuts not to, Ill talk to them personally. I`ll go straight to Michael and ask him personally we are buddies, me and him, and-''

You shook your head and giggled at him. '' Its okay. If I dont get the job, then maybe they choose someone else for a reason. Maybe Im not made for this environment. And thats okay. I`ll accept it.'' You interrupted him, assuring him you were willing to take a blow, if needed be.

Time seemed to pass so fast with him. He made you feel so at ease. He had this natural charisma about him. You were laughing the whole time, not being able to stop, he was that funny. At one point, the food showed up, and you both calmed down and dove right in.

The young actor definitely knew where to take you. The food was exquisite. You enjoyed every little bite, savoring the flavors, and filling your stomach with enough food to keep you running till the following day at lunch.

Another hour had passed, and it was already 8 pm. It was already pretty dark outisde, and you wanted to walk a bit. You kept glancing out the window, noticing faint silhouettes and buildings in the distance.

Alex followed your gaze, then turned back to you. '' What is it?'' He asked concerned.

'' Oh nothing. I just really wanted to take a stroll, to walk some dark alleys and enjoy the Dublin vibes at night.'' You admitted dreamily.

'' Well, let`s do it.'' Alex said, standing up. '' Wait a second ok?'' He grabbed his phone and went up front, talking to the waiter who served you. When he came back, he helped you up, and then locked arms with you, putting his in his pocket.

'' Wait. We have to pay first.'' You pulled him back. He shook his head, smiling.

'' Already did. We can go.'' He continued pulling you towards the exit, while you were frowning, looking back and forth between Alex and the waiter, that was at his computer thingy.

''But-when?'' You were now outside, and you couldn`t help but let the chilly weather embrace your body.

'' When I left the table. I payed on my phone.'' He explained simply.

'' Ok. How much was my part?'' You said while you were zipping your fanny pack in search for cash, but Alex took your hand away, zipping your fanny pack back up, and shaking his head.

'' It`s on me.'' '' No!'' ''Yes. It was my idea to invite you. Where did you say you wanted to go?'' He changed the subject fast when he noticed you were trying to pay him back.

You huffed, and pointed a finger down a darker alley, which seemingly looked to be empty. He nodded his head at the alley, as if asking for a confirmation that was the one you pointed at, and when you nodded, he pulled his arm that was locked with yours out, and instead draping it over your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as posssible.

You guys started walking in a comfortable silence, the only sounds available coming from behind you from the main street, from which faint voices could be heard.

'' So… Why did you want to walk this way? Was there something in particular you wanted to see?'' He asked chuckling, squeezing your shoulder.

'' No… I just…enjoy walking down dark and empty streets. It`s so… I don't know. Peaceful I guess.'' You answered, while looking around you and taking notice of the buildings.

'' You do this often?'' He furrowed his brows. '' You walk at night, alone?''

'' Well… Yeah I do that a lot back home. Sometimes I even go out to listen to some music, or glance at the sky and observe constellations.''

'' Look, I know you are an adult and you decide what you want to do, but maybe you shouldn`t do that here.'' He stated, with a low and serious tone.

'' And why is that?'' You questioned, quizically.

'' Well because…'' He licked his lips in a stressful manner. '' I dont know what its like back there in you country, but here in Dublin, the streets get dangerous at night. That is why we always go out together clubbing or something. But none of us go out alone. It`s not… The safest.'' He took a breath of air. ''Especially not for someone like..you.'' He said lowly afraid you might misunderstand his words.

You choked out a laugh, and turned your head to the side to look at him. '' Someone like… Me? What do you even mean by that?'' You laughed, and locked eyes with him, challengingly.

'' Well… Haha.. Dont take it as an insult. I meant a girl like you. You are pretty, lets not be modest. Any guy would glance at you when you would be walking anywhere, but at night, there are people out there who might not have the best intentions and would try to harm you.'' Alex gave you a worried, showing complete honesty.

You didn`t even respond, but simply blushed and shook your head. But just then, ahead of you, you both noticed a small group of people coming in your direction. You could only see their shadowy silhouettes, but that was enough for Alex to move you both to one side of the street, opposite of the group, ensuring he was standing between you and them.

Tho it was a small gesture, you flushed, thinking how much of a nice and genuine guy he was. He paid for your dinner, he was being so kind and funny, you honestly didnt know if he wasnt faking this all just to sleep with you.

You kept walking, turning random streets, until it was pretty late at night, and you both agreed to head back, since the next morning was starting very early for you. He insisted on walking you back to the hotel, tho you reassured him youd be fine by yourself. He didnt give you time to argue, pulling you towards the hotel.

So now when you were finally in your hotel room, having taken your second shower of the day, you got in bed, ready to sleep. Right before you were about to close your eyes, your phone screen`s illuminated, letting you know you had a notification. Sleepily, you opened your phone and saw a message from Alex sent on instagram.

I had lots of fun. hope you did too good night see you tomorrow :))

You didn`t even open the app, but just smiled at the message and went to sleep, with a grin on your face.

The following day, same way, you got ready, met the girls down at the lobby and then you all left for the set. You stepped into the trailer, in a much more confident way than yesterday. You chirped a morning to Shaila and Peter, and then you got to setting up your tools. Shaila greeted you also, explaining that today was more serious, and that she will work on Alexs hair, and youll help her out, so you could see exactly what you`ll have to do in the future.

Not long after your arrival, the three Ragnarssons stepped into the trailer, first Jordan and then Marco and lastly Alex. The first two greeted you, while heading towards their seats, but when Alex stepped into the trailer, he immediately locked eyes with you, giving you a charming smile. He came to you and hugged you, kissing your right cheek when he pulled away.

You stood there motionless, trying to hide your blush. Alex grinned at you, and then snapped something at Marco in Danish when he kept teasing him.

Peter got to work on Jordan, and in the meantime, Shaila and yourself got to work on Alex. The middle aged woman explained as she went along, how she was envisioning his hair, showed you what products and in which order to use, and overall, you felt like you were back in beauty school, when all you had to do was sit next to the teacher and watch her work on the mannequin.

Only in this case, you actually got to help, holding hair sections, handing Shaila tools or products and such. It was a very nice experience. You felt really important, knowing you were helping in building a character`s visual side.

Alex was being his funny, extroverted self. He was joking around with Shaila and you as well, occasionally him softly grabbing your arm and rubbing it at certain times. One hour and a half later, you were done with him. He had intricate twists on his head, giving him a true Viking air. They looked really hot on him.

He got out of the chair, admired his hair closely in the mirror and then thanked you both.

'' Ah you women are amazing. My hair looks fabulous.'' He complimented, joking towards the end with a girly voice and posing funnily. You laughed at his antics.

Alex had to leave for the makeup and costume trailer, so with a respectful ( but exaggerated bow) he kissed you on the cheek once more, leaving you with the other guys who looked at you funny and started teasing you as well.

The day went by slightly faster, since you had so much more work to do. You were entrusted with doing hair for some extras, which was nice. You got compliments here and there, filling you with confidence.

The end of the day was approaching, and you couldn`t wait to get back to the hotel, so you could sit down and relax.

You were heading towards the parking lot, but felt someone running behind you. You felt strong hands encircling your waist, lifting you from the ground slightly. You yelled in surprise, but calmed down when you saw it was Alex, laughing acutely at you.

''What are you doing?'' He asked casually, falling into a walking rhythm with you.

'' Going home. You?''

'' Oh. Well same. Hey, you didn`t answer my message yesterday. Why is that huh?'' He interrogated you, poking your sides, causing you to squirm from how ticklish you were.

'' Oh-Al-St-o-p. I uhm.'' You struggled to say, since he kept poking and tickling you. '' Well. I was very tired. But I did read it. I just didn`t have the energy to text back. Sorry.'' You responded apologetically.

'' `S okay. Just wanted to make sure you were fine. Anyway, wanna go out tonight as well? Or you could come over to my place. I can tell Marco to leave the place so we can-''

'' Alex, what exactly are your intention?'' You interrupted him, getting straight to the point. '' I dont know what youre trying to do, but Ill tell you what I wont do, and that is having a fling. Or sleeping around.''

Alex frowned, confusion all over his face. '' Wait… WHAT?! N-.'' He sighed, frustrated. '' THat`s what you think I was trying to do?'' He chuckled bitterly. '' Wow… Thanks for thinking so low of me.'' He snapped, taking bigger and faster steps in front of you, getting ahead of you.

Realizing what you`ve done, with widened eyes you jogged towards him, grabbing his arm to stop him in his tracks. He turned around, with his jaw clenched and hurt yet angry eyes.

'' Im sorry. I didnt know what to think of it. You were so nice and amazing, it truly felt surreal, as if it was all an act.'' You explained, getting emotional. '' I`ve had… bad experiences with guys acting all nice and cute and then being complete dicks once they got what they wanted. And I was only trying to avoid getting hurt.'' Your eyes were getting watery from all the explaining, and at that, Alex softened his gaze.

'' I didn`t want to assume anything. But to me it seemed impossible that a guy like YOU, would ever be interested in someone like me. And I am terribly sorry for insulting you. '' You said sincerely, letting a tear drop fall onto your cheek.

Alex let his forehead rest on yours, getting really close to you. Raising both his palms, he cupped your face, using his thumb to wipe the cheek off your face. Kissing your forehead, he then nuzzle his nose against yours, as if silently asking you to stop apoligizing.

'' Youve got nothing to apologize for. Its not your fault you were surrounded by idiots. But please, just give me a chance.'' He begged.

You nodded slowly, announcing you wanted to forget the previous embarrassing moment.

Alex pulled slightly away, to be able to look at you, smirking. '' Did the other jerks give you such a loving and sweet kiss?''

Frowning, you looked at him with a tilted head. '' What kis-'' You were interrupted by his soft lips shutting you up. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. He left his lips lingering on yours for a few more seconds, but not daring to try to take it any further.

When he felt like it was enough, he pulled away, leaving you both out of breath. You smiled, looking at him and giggling. He joined in on your giggling, pulling you in a comforting side hug. You stayed hugging each other`s sides a few more minutes, until you saw the girls approaching, and other people coming into the parking lot. You pulled away, with difficulty, since Alex was trying to hold you there.

Finally freeing yourself, you waved at him goodbye, giving him a grin.

The next days went better and better. Each passing hour, it felt as if you were learning and constantly perfecting your skills, giving you more confidence. You were eventually allowed to do half of Alexs hair, Shaila still insisting shed have to go over your parts as well to perfect them.( perfectionist much).

Alex and you were being close every morning, him giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but not taking it further in front of the others.

Time flew by so fast, that you stepped into Friday and realized, today you were going to find out who was going to stick around. Shaila texted you 5 to come a bit earlier in her trailer, where she was going to announce the winner.

'' Right. So, I want to preface by saying you are all talented. That is why you got here in the first place, which was already a big step. With that being said-'' She grabbed some papers, looking through them.

'' I want to thank you girls for having you here. You helped us a lot, as much as you also learned a bit of how the magic happens in these chairs.'' She used her free hand to slap the back of one of the chairs.

'' Alright. This was tough. But the final answer is…''

''Yn. Congratulations.'' She said in a neutral tone, clearly trying to hide her excitement.

You squealed in happiness, hugging Shaila and then each girl in return. You could tell they were looking at you bitterly, but you couldn`t do anything about that.

'' No hard feelings?'' You asked them.

They smiled sadly, hugging you one last time, before they were all escorted out. You barely had any time to let this new information sink in, when the young actors were already making their way inside. You locked eyes with Alex, grinning from ear to ear, nodding your head, silently telling him that you won.

He immediately understood your message, sprinting towards you and picking you up, spinning you softly. He laughed in happiness, and then with a newfound boldness, he attacked your lips. You gasped, taken completely by surprise, but nonetheless enjoying it.

The guys whistled, and when Alex pulled away, Marco patted him aggressively on the back, as a congratulation.

Shaila fully entrusted you this day to work on Alex alone, and when the three actors left the trailer, Alex rushing to plant another kiss on your lips, the woman pulled some brand new black t-shirts out of a cabinet, with the History Channel logo on them, handing you the clothes.

'' Welcome to the Vikings team, dear. We will need you around here.'' She greeted you officially, hugging you.

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The Heathen and The Christian final part

Summary: Ivar finally finds out what happened to his servant, and more exactly WHO did it. But when he finds out it`s his own brother, how will he react?

A/N I apologise deeply for the wait. I simply wasn``t in the mood for writing and I finally got some inspo to do so. I hope all are still interested in this. Anyway thx for the comments, those really made me wanna write more. I love you all.

@kens0world0of0imagine0nation there you go :))

Days have passed. Frigyth was still fearful of stepping out of her and Ivars chamber, but did it carefully whenever she had to. The king was struggling to squeeze any information out of her in order for him to punish the doer of his slaves traumatic experience.

The redhead however was still afraid of the consequences that might follow in case her master was to find out she had been meeting with his brother behind his back after specifically telling her not to do it, which by extension led to the unfortunate consequence.

Ivar, sitting angrily in his throne, overlooked the great hall, giving him the opportunity to scan over anyone who was sitting in there. He could only guess who did it, since he had no clue whatsoever. Glaring at the mass of people in the hall, he tried observing their behavior. Any clues as to who might have been brave enough to come after his beloved slave right under his nose. Any abnormal behavior, that could hint towards the rapist.

As much as he tried, he simply failed. He could`ve easily held a trial and hang all accused men, but he wished for a grander finale. He wanted to torture them to insanity, not just kill them off.

Ivar allowed Frigyth to stay within their chambers, for her safety, hopefully waiting for her to open up to him and tell her.

Days passed, and then weeks, and Frigyth seemed to be overcoming the past trauma, or so she wanted to lead on. Ivar was still pestering her about the subject, giving up each time after the girl simply changed the subject.

Hvitserk was scared the first few days, assuming the stupid girl surely must have run straight to Ivar to tell him, but to his amazement, she never did. That gave him some hope, knowing he was safe from Ivar`s wrath, or, at least for a lingering moment.

Frigyth, though she tried masking her fears related to men whenever Ivar was being close to her, could only do so much. Ivar, of course noticed how she flinched each time he was inches away from her, or when someone would raise their voice. This observation led him to an idea: maybe he could notice her behavior around certain men, and surely, if the rapist was around her, her body would give her away and expose the monster.

'' HVITSERK. Come. I am in need of your help.'' He called upon his brother one morning, urging him to approach the throne.

Curiosity linked with a hint of hidden fear engulfed Hvitserk, but nevertheless, he joined his brother`s side, wondering what sort of crazy idea he has come up with now, and knowing him, there could be many.

''How may I help you?'' He crossed his arms, rubbing on his grown beard.

Ivar shook his head annoyed, and motioned with his fingers for him to get close to his face, indicating this was not a matter he wished to be overheard by the other townies.

When Hvitserk was barely a few inches away from Ivar, the youngest brother whispered in his ear: '' I want to find out who raped my girl, and then punish him with everything that Ive got.'' And with that, he pulled away from his ear and rested back again on the throne, smirking at his brothers almost terrified expression.

His heart was pumping blood all throughout his body as if preparing for a race, causing Hvitserk`s cheeks and ears to catch a violent red color.

A few moments passed, silence filling the air between the brothers, and then after a long debate that took place in Hvitserk`s mind, trying to conjure a non-suspicious response, he gulped lightly and furrowed his brows, maintaining eye contact with the intense pair of deep blue eyes of his leader.

'' And how are you going to do that?'' He questioned curiously.

Ivar chuckled, shaking his head at his silly question.

'' Well you see… That…Hvitty… Is for me to know only.''

Hvitserk nodded his head, accidentally letting a look of fear cover his eyes, which didn`t go unnoticed by the hypervigilent and smart Ivar.

'' Ástin mín. Come on It`s alright. I just want you to come in contact with other people. You have been hiding in here as if some disease was spreading around town.'' Ivar gently dragged Frigyth out of their shared room, intending to find out the evil person once and for all. (My love)

His plan was coming into action, seeing as he had gathered most of the towns men inside the longhouse under the pretext that they were to feast that night.

Reluctantly, the spooked girl took a seat next to Ivar`s throne, where someone had previously placed a wooden chair for her to sit on under the order of Ivar.

With prey like eyes, the Anglo-Saxon girl scanned the full room, sensing an overwhelming feeling resting in her gut, at the sight of all those people. Crowded places were never her favorite thing. Ivar himself sat on the throne, with his right hand resting on the shaky knee of his servant.

The Ragnarsson was working on the plan, however now that he had gathered all these people here, with the girl as well, he only just realized he had never thought of the next step of the plan, and now he had to improvise.

Knowing that everyone was awaiting his orders to allow the feast to fully take place, he stood up, proud and tall above all men, with a horned cup in his left hand, giving an encouraging speech to the villagers, telling his future plans for raiding England, hyping up every viking and shield-maiden.

The feast was at its peak, the sight of drunken falling and stumbling men being everywhere. Ivar himself was feeling a bit tipsy, but he refrained himself from getting wasted remembering his intentions. '' Maybe now is the right time.'' thought Ivar, wondering if their intoxicated state would make men more vulnerable and honest.

Eyeing the room, he saw some familiar faces, including Hvitserk, gulping down cup after cup full of mead. Frigyth was constantly shifting in her seat, not only because of the hungry stares she would get from men, but also because she hadn`t moved from her seat in almost two hours, feeling her butt getting numb from all that sitting.

'' Are you alright my love?'' Asked a concerned Ivar, noticing the uncomfortable state she was in.

'' Ye- yes. I am. Just tired.'' She smiled tiredly at him, hoping he would let her go to sleep.

Cupping her chin with his right hand, he moved closer to her face, his breathing tickling her face. '' Just a bit longer and then we`ll go to sleep. I need you here with me.'' He explained softly. Nodding in understatement, she huffed slightly, and put on a fake smile.

Ivar didn`t know where to start, or how to approach the situation. There were so many people here, and there was also the chance that the culprit might not even be present.

But it seemed as if the God's were working in Ivar`s favor, since Hvitserk seemed to be more wasted than ever, and when he approached the two, he unknowingly was about to experience his downfall.

With his mind intoxicated, his vision blurry, he lost all his senses, unaware of his actions, which he would later on regret. He climbed the platform clumsily, on which the throne was placed, and drunkenly got closer to Frigyth. Ivar furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion and disapproval at his gesture, his hand on his dagger ready to take it out if needed, but what happened next shocked him beyond repair.

Hvitserk almost launched at the girl, who seemed to be going in for a kiss. Frigyth squirmed in her seat, and for the first time during the night she got up from it, rushing over to the other side of Ivar`s throne, instinctively seeking his protection.

The cripples heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling honored she was feeling safe around him, but quickly regained his thoughts, focusing on his brother instead. It was the more terrying face Frigyth had ever seen. Ivars eyebrows were creased to its limits, mouth tightly shut, and the eyes seemed to be the biggest give away for what he was feeling. Rage, pure rage was seeping from his normally deep blue eyes.

Ivar exhaled sharply, sort of like a bull ready to attack, and grabbed the frightened girl`s hand in reassurance. He kissed the top of her rather soft hand and ushered her to go back to their shared chamber.

By the time she left, the great hall was silent, everybody fearing Ivar`s next moves. Hvitserk seemed to be sobering up quicker than ever, slowly backing away from his dangerous brother, stepping backwards down the steps and into the crowd.

Ivar`s face showed a thousand different levels of anger, growing stronger and stronger by the second. It was obvious this much that nothing good would come of this.

Using his incredible force from his arms, he used the crutch to lift his body up, now fully towering over Hvitserk, and took slow, steady steps towards him, who was moving backwards as far away from the youngest brother as possible. '' You-you think I wouldn`t find out huh?'' He gave a dark chuckle, continuing his way towards him. '' That you can have MY servant as your whore? Hm? YOU REALLY THINK THAT?! '' Ivar was raising his voice with each word.

'' I am going to TORTUER YOU! FOR WHAT YOU`VE DONE TO HER!''

Hvitserk was at the end of the hall, right up against the doors, no escaping. There was no point in running. He had been caught. ''Ivar--''

'' DO NOT SPEAK. YOU BROTHER, HAVE CHOSEN YOUR FATE. THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO LAY A HAND ON HER. AND IN THE NAME OF THE GODS, I MUST PUNISH YOU.''

Ivar was making sure everyone understood the situation, him not wanting to personally explain the whole thing to the people. But by the looks of all, it seemed they all understood what had happened.

Hvitserk looked mortified, his life flashing before his eyes, knowing there was no escaping Ivar`s wrath.

Frigyth had been sent to their chamber, but that didn`t stop her from hearing everything that was said, or more like yelled, by Ivar. When he returned to their room, she was scared he would yell at her, but to her amazement, she was engulfed in a hug, and during the whole night, he had an arm wrapped around her torso, which made her feel physically and emotionally warm.

Hvitserk had been captured and thrown into a temporary prison, for Ivar wanted to make sure he would not escape the following morning`s events.

Ivar felt rape should be punished with the worst and most painful of all: The blood eagle. And so the next morning, Ivar showed up in the center of Kattegat, accompanied by his Escort guards and the other curious folk, and brought out Hvitserk for his torture.

Frigyth had tried talking Ivar out of doing it, suggesting he`d exile him, but he said nothing would bring him more pain than this. At the failed persuasion, the Saxon asked Ivar to let her stay inside, for she could not bare watch such barbaric acts.

Around noon, Ivar was one brother short, but half of his heart mended, knowing he did the right thing. Hvitserk`s body had been left hanging in the middle of the village, with blood still dripping on the muddy ground. It was a morbid scene to say the least, but as more than half of the townsfolk were used to going on raids, nothing unusual.

Frigyth was in her room, quietly crying. Why, she didn`t know. She felt bad. Because she met up with him. Because it happened and Ivar was forced to kill his brother. It was weird. Though she was the victim here, she felt guilty for his death. Maybe it was some sort of twisted game the God's were playing with her. Maybe that God that loved to play games, what was his name… Loki? Maybe he drilled his way into her head, making her think she should feel bad.

Ivar entered the chamber, with the purpose of checking up on her. When he saw her crouched down in a corner, he immediately went behind her, placing his hands over her shoulders, rubbing up and down. Kissing her temple, he put his head on her right shoulder, trying to be as close to her as possible.

'' Why are you crying love?'' He asked quietly. Sniffing, she slightly turned her head in his direction, taking a shaky breath in, preparing to talk. '' B-because… I dont know. You killed your brother...because of a servant. It was my fault. I shouldve never met up with him.''

'' You were the victim. He should`VE known better. He deserved it. You think he would have stopped?! He could have done it again, had he not been caught.''

''Yeah but… I don`t know… I am not used to people killing each other like this… and especially not because of me…'' She sighed sadly, another tear falling down her cheeks.

Ivar used his thumb to wipe it away, and then grabbed her chin softly, turning her face towards him fully now.

'' You… Are not at fault. You didnt know what could happen. I locked you in here. You maybe wanted to..have someone who would properly care for you. And then he betrayed your trust. I shouldve looked out for you more…'' He trailed off, looking into the distance, trying to blink away the tears that were making his eyes glossy.

Without hesitation, Frigyth turned her body, now both of them being almost chest to chest, and she climbed into his lap, hugging him.

It was such a new form of affection, Ivar had not experienced before. Startled for a few seconds, he just stood with his arms out, processing what was happening, but then he quickly wrapped them around her whole body, feeling her delicate figure, and enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of her.

A few minutes had passed, and she was the one to pull away. She kept her hands on his shoulders, whilst his were resting on her waist. Both staring deeply into eachother`s eyes, Frigyth realised this man was capable of loving, he just needed guidance.

'' Ivar, you deserve to be loved. You deserve to have someone be by your side, not out of fear but rather because of support. ''

Ivar was truly touched by these words. He had never heard them before, and there was this fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach, not the kind he`d get when he would murder someone, but rather something that made him melt, become soft and drop his angry facade.

The Viking got closer to her, their lips berely inches apart. '' Will you show me, love?' He whispered, glancing at her lips ever so often. Frigyth nodded slowly, right before Ivar gave her the most passionate kiss that made her feel like she was in heaven. The simple kiss turned into one with tongues interlocking, wrestling one another, and eventually they both pulled away, breathing heavily.

Frigyth blushed, feeling overwhelmed by the love she was feeling. Ivar however, allowed her a few deep breaths, before pulling her into him again and kissing her a second time.

It felt like hours before they pulled away again, and without hesitation, Ivar bravely asked the girl.

'' Will you be my woman, my equal partner, the one whom I share my success and failures with? Say yes and you will be more than a free woman. You will be the Queen of the most feared Viking.'' He asked, interlocking their fingers, squeezing her hands.

Frigyth laughed melodically, nodding her head vigorously, and engulfing her future husband into a strong gripped hug.

[aissa-snapped]

Rescuing A Friend

Summary:After Eloise meets notorious Sirius Black at a ball, she thinks they will become friends at school, but that wish comes to an end the moment he sees her sitting with Regulus Black, thinking she is just like the rest of them.

Word count: 6k+ 

Pairings: Sirius Black x OC

'' Don`t know mate. All I know is that I don`t want to go to that stupid ball my parents are throwing.'' Sirius huffed angrily, placing his chin in the palm of his hand, resting it on the table, unavoidably pushing his plate filled with scrambled eggs and sausages to the side.

'' Well you don`t have much of a choice now, do you?'' Remarked Remus as a matter-of-fact. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice, followed by a bite of toast.

The dark haired boy glared at him, huffing at his comment.

'' A little support from my friends would be much appreciated Moony!''

'' Ok, ok. I am sure it will all go well and you`ll have fun.'' James reassured his grumpy friend, patting him on the back.

'' More like it will go by fast, hopefully.'' Grumbled Sirius, aware that this was their last day of school and tomorrow he will be heading back home for the summer, where his oh-so-lovely mother decided to host yet another fancy ball for the pureblood families across all Europe.

'' Bye Prongs. I'll miss ya. Write to me.'' Sirius hugged his bespectacled friend, pulling away sadly. ''You two as well.'' He glanced at Remus and Peter, who were waiting on the Potter boy to accompany them.

'' Of course we will Pads, but I can`t say the same about you.'' James raised his brows, acting all serious for a few moments before laughing and hugging his brother from another mother a second round. '' Oi I told ya my mum grounded me last summer. There was no way for me to contact you.'' He reasoned.

'' Well then behave this summer lad. Be good and we might see each other sooner.''

'' Ye ye all right. Bye.''

'' Oh I`m so happy for this event. I even dare say I`ve outdone myself!'' Walburga exclaimed enthusiasticaly, clasping her hands together, and taking a step back to admire her work. She gazed around the room, where the ball was being held, to take a look at the fine decor that complimented the walls and ceiling.

'' You mean to say the house elves have outdone themselves.'' Corrected his mother smirking, whilst leaning half his body on the entrance into the room.

Scoffing at her rebel son, she rolled her eyes turning to look at him. '' I was the one who coordinated the whole planning of this. Therefore, it was all my efforts that are now paying off!'' Argued back the annoyed mother.

'' Yes yes but technically it was their physical effort that made it-'' '' WHAT are you still doing here? The guests will be arriving shortly. I do Not have time to waste my energy on such matters. Go get dressed.'' She waved a dismissive hand at Sirius, ushering him back to his chamber.

Defeteadly, Sirius huffed, making a piece of curly hair that was hanging around his face fly away in the process, turning smoothly towards the stairs.

Hours later, the ball was in full motion. Various families were dancing, drinking and conversing delightfully, overall creating a pleasant atmosphere.

At such times you were able to tell the heavy contrasts between the two Black brothers. Whereas Regulus was already blending in and courting several young women, Sirius begrudgingly sitting in a corner of the room, itching to go light up a cigarette but thinking of the consequences, knew better than to do it.

Hovering his eyes over the room looking for a potential person to chat with, his looks rested upon an unfamiliar face. The young girl seemed to be just as out of place as him, so with a grin, he strode over to her.

'' I don`t think I`ve ever met you before. You seem... Lost.'' He remarked, beaming his charming smile at her. The stranger blinked up at him, moving her shoulder length hair our of the way.

'' Yes well, that would probably be because I have never been here before. Hi I am Eloise Montalli.'' She offered her hand for a shake, and Sirius took if gleefully, feeling her soft skin against his own.

'' Sirius. Pleasure.'' He bowed lightly, making her giggle at his courtesy. '' Montalli... Mon-ta-lli. I don`t seem to be familiar with your family. Half-bloods?''

She frowned her brows, shaking her head almost as if insulted. ''Purebloods. We are from Italy.''

''  That explains the slight accent I sensed.At what school do you go to?'' Truthfully, Sirius thought her accent was rather cute and quirky. He liked it.

'' I-... I was home schooled. Our whole family was. We always believed that we can get the most education if we had the teacher`s full attention on just a few of us, rather than a full class.'' She shrugged neutrally, reaching next to the table to grab a snack. '' Oh yes, I understand. And what year are you going into?'' '' 6th. Though, my parents have been asked to move their work specifically here, by personal request of the minister.''

At this, Sirius widened his eyes, piecing all the newfound information in his head.

'' Wait.. so.. does that mean... you're transferring to Hogwarts?'' He asked hopefully, feeling a sudden warmth taking over his insides.

'' Oh.. I- I don`t know yet. Perhaps. ''

They conversed for the rest of the night, Eloise laughing once in a while at a corny joke Sirius cracked from time to time. Usually, the dark haired boy hated these sorts of gatherings. It was no secret he was against everything the pureblood high society stood for. But for once, he seemed quite pleased with this night and he seemed to enjoy every second of it.

Regulus eyed his brother once in a while, noticing his joyful state and getting a slight wave of jealousy seeing him flirt with a pretty girl.

The night eventually came to an end. With sad looks and sighs, the two parted ways, but not before Sirius took the initiative and hugged the Italian girl. Getting a whiff of a sweet flowery scent, he inhaled it deep in his lungs, hoping he could hold onto her smell a little longer and wouldn`t forget her so easily.

Before he even blinked, summer was over and he was returning back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Seeing his friends for the first time in a few months was always a go-to. Reuniting with them felt like his heart was full again.  He could go back to pulling pranks and having a hearty laughter.

But at the back of his head, there was that lingering scent of the stranger girl he met at the ball, wondering if she will show up at Hogwarts. Not knowing if she did, he thought it unimportant to tell his friends about her YET.

The celebration was as boring as ever. Being a first year and getting placed into your house for the next seven years surely was a nerve wracking experience. But as one of the older students, you couldn`t care less about the youngest ones being placed in their respective houses, unless it was a know relative of course.

Sirius couldn`t catch a glimpse of the girl amongst the first years, so he sadlt dropped his gaze on his lap, ignoring his friends talking around him.

'' You all right Pads?'' The scarred boy checked on him, seeing he kept glancing at the first years. '' You looking for someone familiar?'' James asked curiously, forming a grin in a teasing manner.

'' OH no no. I was... just observing the children. They are so tiny, can`t believe we were like them just a few years ago.'' He sighed sadly, trying to convince his friends this was what was keeping him so lost in their conversation.

'' Yeah.. right.'' Peter agreed, looking at him weirdly and then going back to conversing with James.

Unbeknownst to Sirius, the said girl had been sorted into her house previous to the arrival of the rest of the students. She found herself sitting with none other than Regulus Arcturus Black, who was more than happy to welcome her to her new temporary family.

First day of classes was the hardest. Reprogramming your mind to waking up early in the morning, adjusting to both classes during the day, as well as during the night for Astronomy and finding the time to study or do your homework in your free time. Not that these were all things Sirius truly cared about. He was lucky having grown up in a pureblood lineage. They had access to education and all sorts of knowledge that was introduced to them very early on in their lives. So naturally, he was a fast learner and unlike his friends, he spent the least amount of time dedicated to school, since he only needed a few repetitions to fully understand something.

'' C`mon hurry up. I am hungry.'' Peter whined, waiting impatiently by the door, already dressed up and ready for the first day of classes.

'' You don`t have to wait for us. Just go and stuff your face with food.'' Remarked Sirius grumpily, who was putting on his white shirt as slowly as ever.

'' Ugh. You lads always make me miss the first round of sausages. '' And with that. Peter left their shared dorm and with heavy thumping sounds, he rushed towards the Great Hall.

James laughed, glancing at Remus and Sirius, and finished knotting his tie, ruffling his hair a bit followed by placing his glasses on.

'' Don`t worry mate. No matter how hard you try, Evans won`t agree on going out with you today either.'' Reassured Remus, before checking his school bag to check if everything was in order.

With a gasp, James stood agape for a few moments, before he started reasoning with Remus as to how he has been developing some sort of strategy that will DEFINITELY make Lily go out with him.

'' - and when she`ll hear it, she will come to ME to cry to-who you laughing at Pad? Put some bloody pants on and fast cuz we want to go down to breakfast.'' Sirius begrudgingly obliged, and with rushed steps they all headed towards the Great Hall.

They were scanning the Gryffindor table in search for their friend, when Sirius glanced by the Slytherin table by mistake and spotted his brother. However it was not his brother that made him pause his movements, but rather the person sitting next to him. It was HER. How come she never told him she was here? And how come he didn`t see her yesterday during the sorting ceremony?

Feeling a pair of powerful eyes on her, Eloise turned to look around for whoever was studying her. When she noticed Sirius, she happily waved at him, showing him a beautiful genuine smile. However, her beam faltered when she noticed he was not reciprocating her actions, but worse, he was glaring at her and quickly turned his back to her.

With a sad gaze, she turned back to her breakfast, only she was no longer hungry and slightly pushed her plate away. Regulus, who was smirking from the previous interaction between the two, altered his emotions, looking at her with pityful eyes, rubbing her back.

'' I told you. That`s how they act. They have no respect for us and turn against you once you join this house.'' '' But- we talked. At the ball... We had a great time..'' With a roll of his eyes, ensuring she wasn`t looking at him, he placed an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him, feeling her weight slightly shift into his side.

'' Who was that mate?'' James asked the instant they were all seated. '' Hello?!'' He repeated, seeing as Sirius completely ignored the question. Finally acknowledging his question, he raised his eyebrows at his friend, as if asking silently if the question was directed at him.

'' You were asking me?'' '' No, he was asking your mom.'' Remus remarked, huffing at the marauder.

'' Don`t know. I don`t think I`ve seen her around here before though.''

'' That`s because she is new. Transferred here this summer.'' Chipped in Lily, who just happened to be passing the boys before going to sit down next to her friends.

'' Then how come we didn`t see her at the cer-'' Sirius couldn`t finish his question because Lily was already heading towards her group and James in a rushing tone yelled after her if she wanted to study with him after class.

'' I`ve already promised someone I`d study with them.'' She said cheekily, winking at James and sitting down a few seats away from them.

''Bloody buggers. I hope it`s not that mop of greasy hair.'' He grumbled under his breath, biting down his toast with anger, which caused the other marauders to chuckle at his flustered state.

'' Potions as first class in the morning should be illegal. I can`t brew anything this early in the morning.'' Complained Sirius to James, who was nodding along and taking steps towards the classroom. They were usually partners in Potions whilst Remus and Peter would pair up together, or in this case, they had different classes than the two pureblood marauders.

Taking a seat in the very back of the class, they pulled out their textbooks, and kept themselves busy chatting with one another, planning future pranks and such. That only lasted until one certain student took a seat in front of Sirius, gesturing with his hands for another one to come take the available seat next to him.

Sirius turned towards James with a grimace on his hands, mouthing the word 'Snivellus' and both of them sniggering at the whole new pranking possibilities to make this class more entertaining, for them two at least.

Sirius` snorting stopped, once he recognized Snape`s Potions partner. The girl lightly twisted her body towards the marauders to collect the textbook from her bag, and attempted another smile at the Curly haired boy.

James returned her gesture, already being a gentleman by introducing himself. '' Glad to meet you. I see you have already been corrupted with sitting with the snakes. But I guarantee you, should you change your mind, our table is more fun and friendlier.'' He flirted, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. Not knowing how to respond, she giggled, trying to ignore the rush of heat that was making her way towards her cheeks.

Snape glared at James, and placed a firm hand on the girl`s shoulder, forcefully turning her around towards the front and with her back towards the boys. James frowned at that gesture and Sirius, who had been sitting quietly near his extroverted friend, furrowed his eyebrows at the action, but remained quiet.

A few weeks into the new school routine, Sirius found himself telling the marauders about his encounter with the girl during the ball in summer, followed by his revolted opinions surrounding her sitting with the snakes.

'' Not once did she seem like the rest of `em. I s`pose it was all in there hidden. All that time.'' He commented distastefully. As much as he pretented to now despise the new-come girl, his friends could see how affected he was by her being a Slytherin. It was as if, that small feeble stream of hope that she could`ve been friends with him, all dispersed once he saw her with that grotesque emerald green colored robe.

Eloise would try to greet Sirius every Potions class and sometimes in the hallways, but in vain, as he blatantly ignored her. His friends however often times would say a 'hello' back to her to save her the embarrassment of her being completely ignored.

Weeks later, she came to realize that her greeting attempts were not being reciprocated and so she eventually gave up on him. She strenuously let herself be taken under the wing of the Slytherins. After all, it was them she shared a common room with right?

That, however did not mean she could finally say she had found her people. With each passing day, she would be reminded time after time the reason why this house was so hated. Most Slytherins were too stuck up to even glance at muggleborns, or to ever apologize for something they did wrong. No wonder they all had such a bad reputation. She experienced this on her own skin when she was once being interrogated by her so called friends for reasons she was hanging out with 'mud-bloods'.

'' We were just studying. I was helping Lily with her birthchart, plus she's super nice. That doen`t mean we`re friends.'' She tried defending herself in front of half of the Slytherin students. Even though she started to consider Lily her friend, she wouldn`t dare say it out loud under these circumstances.

That night, remained forever scarred inher brain, as well as her body. The Slytherins saw fit to 'punish' her 'traitorous' actions and, just as taught from their parents, used some sort of stinging spell on the girl, that left her with a fresh wound on her arm.

It was a few months well into school, and the girl had no choice but to comply to the bullying of her own housemates. Not that it happened so often, however, she felt like a prisoner, always being watched by them, abused verbally and reminded not to associate herself with 'mutts'. Though she grew up in a pureblood family herself, she never experienced real school life until now. Her parents never forbade her from talking to muggles, moreover, encouraged her to learn their way of living, to see how they exist without magic. She had a balance around the area. Not obsessed with them but not hateful of them either.

Everytime Lily came up to greet her or ask her about her day, she had to sadly ignore her or keep the conversation as short as possible, seeing as her housemates would have a go at her again. And she was right. She even sensed a joy in all of them whenever she was inflicted in pain, and her cries were not helping her, but rather fueling their resentment towards her.

She had been desperately searching for a safe space for her to hide into, where she could let her tears and sadness out. And that happened to be the bathroom on the second floor, which was already with its own resident, a ghost who seemed to be weeping just as much as her nowadays.

She found the presence of the little girl quite comforting, since she was also sharing her sentiments. Though sometimes she did wish she could be fully alone, she learned to accept the phantomatic presence.

Her crying sessions would usually last hours after dark, with her only returning back to her dorm when most of the students were already fast asleep.

While she was making her way to the dungeons quietly, she heard footsteps behind her. Checking for any signs of a teacher of prefect, she simply couldn`t see anyone. With a new sense of fear, she was hurrying towards the common room, when all of a sudden she felt a hand grabbing at her forearm, stopping her from going anywhere.

Instinctively, she let out a scream out of shock, her heart beating faster than it ever has in her life.

'' Shh... You`re gonna wake the whole castle up.'' And as if out of thin air, none other than Sirius Black appeared before her. More confused than ever, she tried grasping her head, not knowing what just happened.

'' You- out of nowhere-h-how?!'' She breathed out words between each exhale.

'' I`ll explain it later. But more importantly, what are YOU doing here at this hour, and almost every night?'' Eloise was trying to come up with an excuse but then frowned at the words spoken by the boy. '' How do you know I come out here almost every night?'' The Slytherin interrogated smartly.

Sirius, seemingly speechless, gulped as quietly as possible, forming a believable answer to the girl, without giving away their beloved bewitched map.

'' I`ve-... Seen you other times as well. Just didn`t want to come and bother you.''

''Oh.'' That`s all she could say, hoping she was now free to go, seeing as she was becoming tired and needed as much sleep as she could get.

'' Well? What are you up to!?'' He pressed impatiently.

Scoffing, she crossed her arms and scowled at him, something she picked on from her housemates. '' Why should I explain myself to you?'' Acting all tough and mighty, she forgot one minor detail. Her eyes gave away everything.

Sirius was scanning her face, not even flinching at her cold stares.

'' Have you been crying?'' '' WHAT?! You`re honestly so ridiculous. You ignore me all these months, giving me the cold shoulder as if we`ve never met. And I-'' her voice cracked, which took both students by surprise. If she was able to conceal her sadness before, right now a new wave of tears were coming in strong, as she was no longer able to control them.

So she simply allowed each tear to flow down her soft skin, and blinking madly trying to clear up her vision, she proceeded to continue. '' You have NO idea what I`ve been through. And-'' Another voice crack paused her speech. ''- to think I was so happy to come here knowing I`ll have you as a friend...'' She shook her head, simply letting her angry tears take over her as she was starting to shake.

Sirius was speechless. He had no idea what to do at this moment. He was never the right type of person to comfort another, and in this exact moment he was reminded yet again of his incapability of it. So instead of sitting there like an idiot, he decided on a few pats on the shoulder, along with a bit of caressing them.

Eloise was bawling her eyes out in front of Sirius Black, and she was fighting against her own emotions, attempting at caging them inside her. Minutes later, she was finally able to calm down, with only a few sobs here and there. Her breathing was also slowing down, leaving space for her to blink any last tears away from her vision.

Sniffling, she shrugged Sirius` hand off her and dusted away at her clothes.

'' Goodnight.''  Not leaving any room for Sirius to speak, she swiftly turned back around and jogged down dungeons, the Gryffindor being left there in complete shock.

The morning news was the first priority of the day for the marauders, and for Sirius, it was the moment he told me what had happened the night prior.

'' What do you reckon happens to her?'' Asked James, who seemed to be quite involved in this new matter of business that revolved around the Slytherin girl.

'' Couldn`t exactly find out. She was almost choking on her tears so she didn`t have any room for an explanation.'' Half joked Sirius, which caused the werewolf sitting next to him to hit him in the stomach with his elbow.

'' OW. MOONY. IT WAS A JOKE ALL RIGHT? Ugh you and your bony arms'' He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his stomach.

'' I say we go and ask her.'' Shrugged Remus simply, sipping on his pumpkin juice and reading the Daily Prophet.

'' Yeah, that is a good idea.'' Chimed in Peter, who out of all, he seemed the least interested in the matters that involved the girl, but for the sake of his friends, tried to appear useful.

James, who was sitting in front of Sirius, had a clear view of the girl, who was squished between some Slytherin boys, and seemed to be feeling uncomfortable. Sirius followed his gaze, also observing the little hints that might be an indicator as to what happens to her when she enters the coomon room.

The marauders were all revising for a Transfiguration in the warm common room, when Lily and her pals entered all chatting worriedly, instantly getting the attention of the nosy teen boys.

''Lily, my angel. What is the matter?'' James found himself gazing up at the redhead, grinning her way. Her face scrunched up at the nickname, but approached the boys anyway.

'' Eloise, she was crying in the bathroom again. Said she had stinging pain all over her arms. Those heartless idiots..''

'' What are you ever talking about?'' Sirius asked more confused than ever. ''Listen. I shouldn`t be telling you this since it is not my business. But I am worried about her and I trust that in your most absurd and stupid ways possible, you could help her.'' She started, getting their full attention, even Remuses, who until now was still reading from his textbook, but now it sat closely in his lap.

'' She said the other Slytherins used a stinging jinx on her whenever she was seen talking to me or other... Muggleborns. Said they were giving her proper 'education' and she told me we can no longer be friends because she feared going back to her dorm.'' She finished sadly.

'' What the bloody...-'' '' Godric`s knickers I-'' '' We have to help her!'' Exclaimed Sirius, ignoring the weird stares from his friends for his choice of exclamation words. '' Yes but how exactly? We can`t exactly fight off the entire Slytherin house!'' Exclaimed Peter in fear of what his brave friends might be thinking as a solution.

'' Oh but Pete... Can`t we?'' Smirked James, who placed an arm around his chubby friend`s shoulder. '' We are the MARAUDERS. We love a challenge. And this certainly is a big one. We will prank them ALL.'' He concluded the leader,  winking at Lily who rolled her eyes and called on her friends to go up the dorms.

Sirius was satisfied with his friend`s response, nodding eagerly and ruffling Remus` hair in happiness and excitement.

'' Calm yourself Pads before I plant my elbow up your-'' '' OK GOT IT.'' They all laughed at their antics, and began planning their newest and probably biggest project, with homeworks and textbooks seemingly forgotten on the side. Eloise tried to spend as much time away from the dungeons as possible. So she found the library to be one of the best spots for finishing up her homeworks, doing her lectures and being left alone. There was also the fact that she was able to talk to other students from different houses without fearing that a Slytherin might spot her and report it back.

She was returning to her common one afternoon when she came across 4 figures standing ahead of her, at the end of the hallway. Her heart jumped a little, scared they might`ve been the Slytherins but to her relief, she was a reflection of gold and instantly knew those were just Gryffindors. Inhaling deeply, she worked herself up to get the courage to pass through the group since they were in the way. However, as she aproached, she noticed who the group actually was.  

'' Good afternoon, Montalli.'' Greeted James politely. '' Uh, hello.'' She waved shyly, splitting the 4 and trying to find her way out of the hallway but a hand caught her in the same style it did that night.

'' Why the rushing? Running away from someone perhaps?'' Sirius asked intrigued.

'' No-no. I have to get back to my dorm. That`s all.''

'' We wanted to ask you something.'' Imposed James, in a serious tone, unlike him.

Eloise was dragged, almost unwillingly, into an empty classroom where she was interrogated by the 4 teen boys, each taking their turn to question her. She even shed a few tears towards the end of the discussion, yet again unable to control them. What warmed her heart and gave her some sort of comfort was when they told her she was going to be sitting with them during meal times.

She couldn`t really understand why they asked her all this, though they did say if anything were to happen to come and find one of them and the rest would follow. Whilst she was pouring her heart out, she often times felt Sirius inching closer towards her, placing a reassuring hand on her knee or shoulder, which in return made the girl a bit flustered.

After the confessions were made, she solemnly told them she really had to get back to her dorm, so they all offered to escort her there. Positioned in the center of the group, with Sirius and James on both her sides, she felt happy and safe for the first time here at Hogwarts.

Sirius took the indicators that she was feeling better as a sign to confidently grab her hand in his, holding her palm and giving their now locked hands a natural swing whilst they were making their way to the 'snake`s pit'.

What made them pause their walk was a group of Slytherins,  with an ugly sneer on their face. '' What do you think you`re doing down here? You blood traitors?'' Spat Mulciber, one of the students to blame for Eloise`s new forming scars.

'' Escorting a young beautiful lady to her dorms to ensure she arrives safely, something YOU couldn`t be bothered with it seems.'' Snapped Sirius, scanning the venomous students and noticing Snape was amongst them. He got excited silently at this opportunity to bully him.

'' What`s wrong Snivellus? Got jealous Eloise was spending more time with Evans than you?'' He teased, knowing damn well this was a tender subject.

'' Shut your mouth, Black. Leave, all of you before we decide to curse ya.'' He threatened, gripping his now pulled out wand, initiating the same action from the other Slytherins.

Eloise was grateful for what they have done, but she knew that this was not going to end well, and since it was because of her they all came down here, she took a few steps towards her fellow housemates, which in return shocked them at her unexpected actions, but quickly recomposed, wands at the ready to attack the Gryffindors. Sirius and James both frowned at her, motioning for her to go back to their side, but she simply shook her head.

'' Thank you boys, really. But let`s not cause a big fight alright? Have a good evening.'' She said her goodbyes, in hopes of dispersing the tension, but the moment she turned her back, she heard a spell being cast, and fortunately, or not, it was not casted towards her.

Avery, the third Slytherin that was present, directed a jinx towards one of the marauders, which was the trigger for a duel to break loose. Eloise was behind all the comotion, sitting there mouth agape and her heart pumping blood faster. She didn`t know what to do, should she join and protect her friends? Or just sit there awkwardly and try to stop them, fully knowing she wouldn`t be able to do that.

Attempting to shout a 'stop' once in a while, but in vain, she only hoped this would stop soon enough. A few jinxes later, some extra hands and antlers growing uncontrollably out of Mulciber`s head, the marauders all snickered at their results. She took one glance at them to make sure they were all right, and it was safe to say they seemed to have experience in duels, seeming as they all looked fine, with the exception of Sirius who seemed to be annoyed at his now 'ruined hair' and was trying to fix it. She smiled at that, which caused Sirius to look at her and wink.

The Slytherins had to rush to the infirmary to get their abnormalities off them, which meant Eloise saw a perfect escape for her to run up her dorm and lock herself in the safety of it.

The next morning, she remembered how the marauders Insisted for her to join them for breakfast, knowing full well it would cause an ugly reaction from the serpents. She timidly entered the Great Hall, in hopes that she might be able to go unnoticed by the loud group of mischivieous boys, but no luck, as she was spotted moments after she entered.

'' Oi, Montalli, here, here.'' Shouted Sirius, waving his hand and indicating to an open seat between him and that tall boy, Remus. Eloise looked to her left, noticing the Slytherins already whispering to each other as if planning something, but she jogged towards the marauders, making herself as comfortable as one could be around those loud baboons.

'' How did you sleep? Did they bother you?'' Sirius asked concerned, but for odd reasons not touching her as he used to do other times.

'' No, I was in my dorm the whole night. They can`t come up there,y`know. But I wanted to thank you guys for what you did. You truly are brave as they say.'' She complimented, making Sirius look down at his food to try to hide what looked like a blush.

'' Why thank you. But that was nothing. Can`t wait for you and others to see what we`ve planned.'' James informed excitedly, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

Eloise, confused, raised a questioning brow at him, silently asking for a further explanation, but none came as he dove in his breakfast leaving there dumbfounded.

But her wish was about to come true as Mulciber and Snape were fastly approaching the Gryffindors table, specifically for the girl, and when Sirius noticed her heart beating faster, he smirked the Slytherin`s way, whispering a ' relax' to the girl, which wasn`t the most reassuring at the moment.

'' So now you`re ditching your OWN HOUSE, to sit with with these?!'' Mulciber argued angrily, throwing the girl and the boys one of the most venomous looks she had ever seen.

'' What`s it to ya mate? She can sit with whomever she likes yeah, now c`mon leave us, you sort of interrupted our morning chat.'' James waved dismissively, only angering the two boys.

'' Move. Come on get UP.'' Mulciber persisted, directing his full attention on the girl who was shrinking in attempt at becoming invisible. She couldn`t understand how the rest of the marauders were so calm, and even more, smiling. They seemed to have everything under control, which further confused the spooked girl. Feeling a new wave of courage wash over her, she made direct eye contact with the aggressive Slytherin, and squinting her eyes, she said lowly: '' No...''

Mulciber and Snape, shocked at this newfound rebellion, decided to act physically. So then Mulciber went for it and to grab her firmly by her forearms, dragging her towards the green table.

'' You... You.. Associating with such beings. You`re insulting our HOUSE. Ruining our reputation... Can`t believe you dared do that aware of the consequences that lay ahead...'' He started spitting, but towards the end trailed his words, noticing almost all of the Great Hall was staring at him, laughing and pointing his way. This only railed him more as he continued to drag her towards the final destination, but something felt weird. He glanced down, maybe he had some stains on his white shirt, however something even worse was going on.

His pants were laying on the ground, exposing his boxers and his pale scrawny legs. The marauders let out the loudest barks of laughs, pointing at him shamelessly and therefore redirecting the attention of even more students on the hot-headed Slytherin, who had let go of the girl in an attempt to pull his pants up, but due to the anger blinding him and the attention of the laughing students, couldn`t successfully do so, without almost tripping and falling face first on the ground.

Eloise let out a laugh as well, deciding he was too busy trying to scurry away from the shame and went back to sit with the Marauders, who laughed and explained to her how they came up with a charm that whenever someone were to touch her, their pants would fall off.

Over the next few days, life was good for the girl. She was no longer afraid to speak to Lily, or even the marauders, knowing that she was protected by this charm of the boys.

Other instances happened when Snape was the one trying to lead her back to their shared common room whilst she was in the middle of the hallway with Sirius, but the same thing happened to him, causing Sirius to have a go at him in the midst of all the laughter.  

'' Oi Snivellus. I think you dropped something. Oh by the way nice knickers you`ve got there. You shopping from the ladies section?''

It only took this much for the former bullies to drop their interest in the girl and to avoid her at all costs like she was the walking plague. She couldn`t be more grateful for it, so she wished to thank them.

She was walking outside, on a sunny warm day, searching for the boisterous teens, but she could only find the black haired boy, so, with a grin, she approached the peaceful Gryffindor, who was lying on the grass, seemingly taking a nap.

'' Hey.'' She greeted softly, not wishing to disturb the peaceful state he was in. She crouched down next to him, so she was at the same level. Opening one eye only, searching for the intruder, he found the girl that had been making his heart rate go faster each time he was around her, so with a soft grunt, he opened both eyes and propped himself up, resting his upper body in his elbows.

'' Hello there sweet pumpkin.''

Eloise scrunched her nose at the nickname, snickering at it before reminding herself why she came up to him in the first place.

'' So... You see, I wanted to thank you for everything you`ve done for me. I have no idea how one manages such a charm but, I appreciate it and I am glad you`ve helped me.'' She confessed shyly, feeling the grass between her fingers.

'' You want to thank us... or me personally?'' He flirted cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows, causing the girl to blush at his inuendos and scoff playfully.

'' Well obviously all of you. You all had your part in it.'' She decided to continue timidly. '' But... I suppose you more. You seemed to be by my side more often than not.'' Rubbing her neck Ina nervous manner, she looked around her, to avoid staring into Sirius` eyes, who were burning on the side of her face.

Sirius Black seizing the opportunity, smirked and moved his hair out of his face.

'' Yeah, well. I know one way you can repay me for what I`ve done.'' He suggested cockily.

'' Oh yeah, and how might that be?'' She caught on, flirting back slightly, which was something unusual for her. Sirius inched closer to her, Eloise following his lead and eventually being only a few inches away from eachother, to the point the girl was able to feel his soft breath hitting her skin.

'' Move a little closer...'' He whispered, closing his eyes in the process, causing her to do the same thing. Eventually, they locked their lips in a sweet, short kiss, Sirius having placed his palm on the side of her face.

Pulling away shortly after, they both smiled at each other, and just when they were about to go in for a second time, Eloise started giggling uncontrollably at Sirius, which made him furrow his eyebrows questioningly. But when she pointed down at his pants, which left his legs bare and briefs in plain view.

'' Oh nice knickers you`ve got there.'' She imitated his voice mockingly, the same tone he used on Severus a few days prior. Sirius rolled his eyes, but nonetheless grabbed the girl`s face again, bringing it closer to his. '' Oh shut up.'' He grunted before smashing his lips on hers a second round.

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The heathen and the christian part three

Word count : 2.7k words

Pairings: Ivar x OC

Summary: When Frigyth disobeyes Ivar's rules, consequences follow along, making her wish she had listened to him in the first place. 

Warnings: smut, rape, non-con

Requested by @youbloodymadgenius and others

Frigyth returned to Ivar`s chambers, sobbing uncontrollably, only thinking of what would follow next. She could only pray and hope that whatever Ivar decided to do to her, she could take it. Considering the state he was in at the current moment, - drunk from all that mead-, it meant he was not aware of his own actions. She has had enough negative experiences with drunken men in her hometown, instances in which she was almost raped.

Taking careful steps towards her tiny bed sat in the corner of the room, she took a seat, rocking back and forth in a stressful manner. It felt like centuries until she finally heard the door crack open, and a very wasted Ivar entering the room, with two other slaves helping him stand on his feet, preventing him from falling.

Standing up abruptly, she watched with careful eyes the way he was brought in by the servants, and eventually placed as softly as they could on the bed. Frigyth hoped he was knocked out, and maybe tomorrow he will have forgotten the whole situation, but it seemed this was not the case, for he waved a dismissive hand at the two fearful girls, in a ` leave now` motion.

Once the door was shut closed, there remained the two, in a deadly silence in which only his heavy breaths and her shaky ones were audible. Ivar, who had been recently sitting with his back on the bed, was now standing upright, staring at the girl shamelessly. With a low chuckle and a head shake, he rubbed his chin.

'' What you did there...'' He trailed off, creating a suspenseful moment. '' I warned you. Many times. I took your side in front of the other SERVANTS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! YOU MADE A FOOL OUT OF ME IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS.'' Yelling with all his might, it felt as if he was sobering up quickly.

'' I- I don`t understand what I`ve done wrong. I was taken by surprise and you scared me.'' The poor girl explained herself, gesturing with shaky hands.

'' The other men who have slaves... They do whatever they want to them. If they so wish, they can fill them up right there in front of the others. ME?! I was just being nice and I suppose that was my mistake. I am tired now... But from tomorrow onwards... Oh you have no idea what I have prepared for you. '' He warned lowly, projecting fear upon the maiden.

'' TAKE THESE OFF NOW.'' He motioned to his leg braces, and in a heartbeat, Frigyth was crouching and untying the heavy pieces, placing them next to her master`s bed. Once he positioned himself nice and comfy in the bed, he fell asleep in a breath, whilst the red headed girl was struggling to stop her mind from overthinking and going over all possible scenarios of what would happen the next day.

The passing weeks have been as close to a real hell as possible. Ivar was no longer the somewhat sweet and protective boy he was the first days they`ve met, but rather became a horrific master. Frigyth had been tasked with helping around the kitchens, and the garden, so that much decency was still left inside him since he did not make her whore herself to random men -unlike Berwyn, who, as a punishment was kept as a sex slave for her master and his friends-.

Ivar did not in fact try anything with her anymore, keeping his distance from her. They would meet first thing in the morning and last night at night, when she would prepare a bath for him and remove his braces, though she never saw him naked because she was ordered to leave, which she was grateful for.

The distance the king has put between her and his slave seemed to have unlocked a new opportunity for his other brother to befriend the shy christian. Hvitserk has been taking slow steps towards approaching and eventually converse with her, without the girl backing away in shyness. Besides the language barrier, though Hvitserk did know a little of her language, they were inexplicably becoming closer and closer.

So much so that when Hvitserk was having one of his usual affairs with some servant, he came to the conclusion that he wished it was Frigyth instead. But he had to remain focused and remember that if he does one wrong move, he would lose all the progress he had made so far.

Though Ivar was not as watchful over his property as he was the first time he brought her here, that did not mean that Hvitserk`s advances went unnoticed by him. And if there was one thing the whole world knew about Ivar, especially his brothers, was that he NEVER shared.

Afraid Frigyth might end up liking Hvitserk more than him - not that she liked him now after he acted so cruel- he decided it was time to take action. So that very night when he was retiring to his chambers, with her behind him, once they were behind closed doors, he waited for her to do he routinely crouch down to free his legs from the braces, and similar to a hawk catching its prey between its sharp talons, he swiftly gripped her neck with one hand, taking her by surprise. She gasped for air, placing both her hands above his, in hopes she could get him to let go, but she stood no chance against his physical strength.

'' So. I see you have been getting close to my brother hmm?'' Eyes wide open, he was studying every inch of her face, as if ready to yell at her in case she would lie.

'' We are not cl-close. He is just n-nice to me.'' She whispered, being left breathless when he squeezed her throat and restricted the air flow.

'' Mhm. I see. How about this. You will ignore him and if I see you talking to him, I will hang you BOTH.'' He spat, eventually releasing her from his grip, and pushing her forcefully backwards, so that she ended up on her butt , supporting her weight on the palms.

Quickly standing up, she nodded at him obediently and went to bed as well.

The following days proved to be even more difficult. Ivar was watching over Frigyth every second, and whenever Hvitserk came by to chat with her, she tensed up, looking subtly at Ivar through her lashes making sure he was not marching over to them.

As for the older brother, he was confused as to what was going on. He coulnd`t get the Christian girl to talk, and even more, she would ignore him and turn her back towards him when he approached her. All this made him feel confused, sad and angry. He wanted answers.

So when in a seldom occasion he found the girl walking with a basket towards the stables, he jogged up to her and stopped her dead in her tracks.

'' Why aren`t you speaking to me anymore?'' He asked sadly, furrowing his eyebrows.

Sighing, she dropped her empty basket on the ground and crossed her arms. Looking around alarmingly, ensuring that the king was not around, she turned to look at Hvitserk for the first time in days.

'' Well... It`s... Ugh. I am scared to say it.'' She admitted nervously, fidgeting with her collar.

The young Viking placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them. The small gesture calmed her a tiny bit, but nonetheless she was unsure if she should tell him.

'' Say it. It is all right, I promise.''

'' I-... It`s I-Ivar.''

Hvitserk dropped his hands in a second, staring at her with a look of anger and she couldn`t tell if it was towards her or his brother, but she hoped for the latter.

'' Ivar told me to stop talking t-to you otherwise he will k-kill us.'' She sobbed softly, not able to contain her sadness at the restrictions she was obliged to obey.

It was as if a literal demon took possession of him and channeled its hell-like fury through the Viking as he turned red, squeezing his fists as hard as he could, but he stopped immediately once he saw how terrified the girl looked.

Gaping at him, she started shaking her head. '' I shouldn't have told you. Now we`ll both burn at the stake.'' And with that, she started weeping as if her fate has already been determined by the gods and there was no escape.

'' No no. Calm down please. PLEASE LISTEN.'' Gripping her forearms strongly, he stopped her from shaking and walking like a mad person, and assured her that he was not going to tell Ivar a thing.

'' How about this... We can`t talk when Ivar is around, but he can`t do anything to us if he doesn`t see us.'' And so Hvisterk, as desperate as he was, proposed to her that they should meet up after dark behind the sables, where it was guaranteed they were to be left alone and more importantly, hidden from Ivar`s possessive eyes.

Although it was risky, sneaking behind Ivar`s back, Frigyth had had about enough of her life as a slave as it was, and if she was going to spend her life here, she might have as well enjoyed it.

The little rendezvous turned into others and soon, they were meeting up almost every night. The first time it was really scary. Frigyth had to wait for Ivar to fall asleep so that she could escape the chambers, and it was not wasy. He was a light sleeper, so any slight movement awoke him. But she eventually made it and got used to this new routine.

'' You were so beautiful today. In that dress.'' Hvitserk complimented her, giving her a look of lust, which low-key made Frigyth feel a bit uneasy, but it was a normal occurrence to see him staring at her with those 'manly' looks.

'' Hvitserk, I wear the same dress everyday.'' She giggled softly, blushing at his compliment.

'' Of course but today ... It had something special about it. You.. Smelled different.'' He got close to her face, sniffling her hair and groaning afterwads. This action made the girl put some distance in between them, but Hvitserk clearly was not getting the message and with his hand, he started rubbing her back, tracing over places he`d been waiting weeks now to touch.

Trapping her with his strong muscular arms, he was now hovering over her, pushing her backwards into the soft grass, so that she was now laying on her back, powerless.

'' Hvitserk, what are you-'' He started kissing her neck, biting softly from place to place. Squirming and attempting to move his head away, her scrawny arms were no match for the warrior.

He was now trailing kisses down to her chest, which was only covered by the thin linen dress all slaves were wearing.

'' St- STOP'' But he was not listening. He kept going lower, and lower, in spite of the girl flailing her arms and legs hoping they would hit him and make him stop.

Hvitserk started simultaneously rubbing his clothed crotch against her still covered womanhood, grunting in pleasure.

Frigyth was mortified. As much as she wanted to make him stop, she was slowly realizing what was about to happen to her, and she froze on the spot. It felt as if she was laying on that grass lifeless, experiencing an out of body moment.

The Viking was now pulling her dress up, and with that left energy she had, she used the palm of her hand to move his head away from her, this resulting in angering him even more and with one strong hand, he gripped both her wrists pinning them down above her head.

Resuming his previous actions with only one free hand, he rode up her dress, now her private parts fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Frigyth had never felt more vulnerable or scared in her life.

Jerking when she felt contact with her sensitive skin, Hvitserk was rubbing her entrance up and down, licking his lips in excitement .

'' I have been waiting for this for so long. And finally...'' He trailed off happily.

Frigyth, with tears in her eyes, was looking at the stars, trying to distract herself from what was about to happen, though it was pretty difficult to ignore the sensation of something soft and wet touching her most intimate part of the body. Glancing down fearfully, she observed how the Viking was with his head between her thighs, toying with her using his tongue.

The feeling was inexplicable. Her body reacted to his actions, as if enjoying it, but her mind reminded her rationally that this was not a pleasurable experience.

'' Pl-please stop.'' She implored with a cracked voice, but Hvitserk had stopped paying attention to what she was saying a long time ago, for now he was taking out his penis, Jerking it quickly. Once it was well erected, he did not hesitate to enter her womanhood with a force that made her scream in pain.

It felt like nothing she had ever experienced. And for the next few minutes, he kept plunging into her over and over, ignoring her desperate cries of pain.

Frigyth returned to her chambers swiftly, stumbling upon anything, since her legs wouldn`t stop shaking. Everything hurt. Her body, her mind and her soul. She was slowly starting to comprehend what had happened, and the more she was remembering, the worse she was feeling.

Fearfully, she entered the room, stumbling upon the table, making a loud sound that had the tyrant king alert in seconds.

'' WHO`S THERE?!''

Jerking from his bed with his dagger at ready, he scanned the room for the intruder, only to find his little slave in the middle of the room, with red tear stained eyes, shaky legs, and her dress slightly coated in drops of blood.

His eyes went immediately from a bloody cruel warrior to a worried and protective stance.

'' What happened to you?'' He asked quickly, scanning her whole disheveled attire and already plotting someone's murder.

Frigyth tried speaking, but it felt as if her vocal cords were unable to reproduce the sounds. Her body was not cooperative and held her back from spilling his name.

Ivar was running out of patience, and now was starting to add the pieces together. Blood stains on the lower part of the dress, shaky body, and now that he was inspecting the girl closely he could see freshly formed bruises all over her neck, it all added up.

As the realization hit him, he knew it was about a WHO not a WHAT.

'' Who.did.this.to.you?'' He asked in a dangerously low voice, cracking her knuckles and neck, as if he was ready to attack the harasser right in the dead of the night.

Frigyth`s mind was twisted and warped. She didn`t know how Ivar would react had she told him it was Hvitserk. After all, he did forbid her from talking to him, and she disobeyed and this was her punishment from God, she was sure.

Ivar could tell the girl was too traumatized to speak at all, so for the sake of her, he dropped his dagger from his hand, and sighing, he motioned for the girl to come closer to him. She obliged, but fearfully so, the previous experience still fresh in her mind. Ivar made space for her, and wordlessly invited her to sleep next to him in bed.

Tucking herself under the heavy duvet, a sudden feeling of warmth engulfed her previously frozen and terrorized body, allowing her to relax a little. With her back towards Ivar, she moved the farthest she could go without falling on the floor, and curled her body, bringing her knees to her chest, eventually falling asleep like that.

Ivar however, was laying wide awake on his back, occasionally glancing at the girl and catching himself off guard by smiling at her when he heard her soft breaths, knowing she felt safe enough to fall asleep next to him. Not resisting the temptation, he moved his body closer to hers, just enough so that he could drop a protective arm around he torso, and rub her stomach softly.

He was going to find out eventually who touched her and when he did, he was ready to torture the man to death.

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The heathen and the christian part 2

Word count: 4k+

Pairings: Ivar x OC

Warnings: depiction of violence, sexual harassment, mention on sex

As requested by @youbloodymadgenius , here`s part two

Summary: Frigyth finally arrives on the Viking`s homeland, and just when she thought things are finally settling in, things take a south.

The moment Frigyth left the safety of her family, everything seemed to be a blur. Any ounce of trust she might have had in Ivar from when they first met, was all gone. She couldn`t remember clearly how she ended up in a strange, unfamiliar tent, her hands bound tight together by a rope. To say she was frightened was an understatement. From this moment onwards, anything could have happened to her and no one.... NO ONE would come and save her.

She desperately analyzed the room, noticing a huge bed in the middle, some sort of table, and a pair of crutches resting next to a chair. Only when she directed her eyes towards the exit of the tent, did she notice a creepy looking figure, sitting on the ground and watching her, with a sinister looking smile. Her heart was back at pumping blood faster and faster, and she inaudibly gulped.

Ivar slowly crept up towards the table, grabbing his crutches, so that he could dominate over her with his height and intimidate her even more -not that it was necessary since the poor girl was already wishing she could just die rather than be there with him-.

Once he got in front of her kneeling figure, he tsked, silently ordering her to look at him.

'' I trust you know what your status is from now on, right?'' He questioned her, as if waiting for her to say no, just so he could arrogantly remind her of her new role.

Frigyth shrugged, keeping the silence of a mouse, refusing to accept that this was her new life. Because acknowledging it would be too hurtful.

'' Well, dear Frigyth... as of now... you are my new personal slave.'' Although it was pretty obvious that this was what would become of her the moment she was rudely taken away from her family, she still had a spark of hope that maybe Ivar would be kind enough to not undermine her like that. But of course that was a foolish thought.

Fighting hard against her own body, she couldn`t help but let a few tears run down her cheeks. And after those, more and more tears escaped, making her a crying mess. She was attempting to respond to him but simply couldn`t, as she was now sobbing. Ivar huffed, waved at her in a 'stop being so dramatic' way and turned around, walking towards the empty chair and taking a seat, and waited for the girl to calm down. Placing his chin in his palm, he watched her boringly as she was shaking her head in madness.

After a few good minutes, she took a big breath, calming down and finally being able to spill what she has been trying to tell him for the past hour.

'' You... YOU MONSTER. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?! WHY ME?? LET ME GO BACK!!'' She was yelling, thrashing her body around as much as it allowed her, since her arms were tied behind her. Ivar watched with curiosity, observing how she was slowly being driven mad. She continued screaming, kicking her legs in plain air. Her tantrum was heard by two guards outside the tent, who rushed inside, going straight for the girl, grabbing both her arms and lifting her up. Ivar frowned deeply, noticing how they were going to take the girl out of the tent - and probably move her to the slave tent, where they were to be tortured-.

''LÁTTU HANA EIGA SIG. FARÐU ÚT'' Ivar shouted angrily, and by the looks of it, people around here listened to him in a heartbeat, without oposing for a second, or stumbling. Dropping her back down, she fell back on her knees, glaring as hard as she could at the guards, who turned swiftly and left the tent. ( Leave her. Get out)

Once she was once again in the presence of the crippled Viking, she huffed frustratedly, while Ivar raised his eyebrows questioningly.

'' Are you done now?'' Pointing with his hands towards the entrance, from which the two buff Vikings appeared  a minute earlier, he continued '' I don`t think you appreciate what I do for you. Those guards would have taken you to training. You know what that is?'' Shaking her head no, he chuckled. '' Training is what every slave goes through. Especially those who do what you just did. They get tortured until they learn to behave and listen to their masters.''

Shuffling uncomfortably trying to find a more comfortable position, Frigyth widened her eyes, thinking of the horrors the other women must endure. She hoped with all her heart that all this was worth it, as long as her family would stay alive.

'' My parents... sisters.. they are all right? You promised to not hurt them.'' Her voice broke, eyes looking down at the ground submissively.

'' Yes. I talked to my men. Told them not to raid your little cottage. Happy?''

'' Can`t say I`m happy. I just lost my freedom to some Viking haven`t I?'' She retorted back sarcastically, subtly testing the boundaries and seeing how far she can go with her witty remarks.

Ivar hardened his gaze, once again creeping up to her slowly, planting his crutches under the ground with more force. He then threw his crutched to the ground, and dropping next to her, now they were both level to level. The only difference was, he was a head taller than her, and his status as king was intimidating her. The young leader raised his right hand, cupping her cheek in his hand, and running his thumb over it. With one quick and precise move, he slapped her firmly, leaving her in a state of shock more than pain.

'' Whatever might have happened on that day we first met, forget it. I am now your king AND master and I will expect you to act like a good slave and keep your thoughts to yourself. What I just did was the lightest form of punishment. From now on only worse ones will follow if you keep that attitude. UNDERSTOOD?'' The same hand now was having a solid grip on her neck, squeezing only softly to ensure he made his point across and she would now stay in her lane.

The first week in her new position were awful, to say the least. She was to follow Ivar around at all times, helping him around, carrying anything for him, cooking for him, preparing his baths. And as sad as it might have sounded, she was the luckiest. 

Throughout her trips outisde the tent, when she was following her new master around, she was able to observe how the other female slaves were being treated worse than her. Raped, groped, disrespected and even beaten if one refused to offer themselves to one of the thirsty disgusting men, she did have to admit it to herself that she had it good. While being with Ivar, no one dared come close to her, or order her around. At least she didn`t have that to worry about.

During her first days at camp, when she and Ivar were heading towards the council to plan more strategies and talk about the future of the army, she met the other Ragnarssons. Ubbe was the second oldest, and the most mature one out of all of them. He was the first one to break a fight between his younger brothers, which was usually started by Ivar. Hvitserk was a funny guy, though he never tried to hide the lust that was poorly hidden behind his eyes when they first greeted eachother. He would often shamelessly stare at her up and down, smirking, right before Ivar would yell at him and threaten to smash his face with an axe.

One particular night, while Frigyth was warming up Ivar`s water so he could bathe, he insisted they were to discuss something important.

''We`re leaving tomorrow.'' This was the ice breaker. She didn`t know what tha meant exactly. Is he leaving and letting her stay here with her family? Very unlikely, but she would not dare ask, so she preferred to let him continue.

'' We are going back to Kattegat. And I want to tell you some things before you go...for your safety.'' He observed the girl, trying to hold any sort of eye contact, but not being succesful since she was avoiding his eyes.

Ivar sighed, both from being tired and annoyed, and cleared his throat.

''You can speak,you know?'' He reminded her, amused by her reaction when he saw her jerk up at the mention of her being able to talk. Last time she checked, he asked her to keep her thoughts to herself.

'' Ugh thank God I can speak. I was starting to feel as if I`m losing my voice.'' She joked, half expecting to get slapped again, but instead she was taken by surprise when the young boy actually let out a small laugh.

'' In Kattegat, slaves, especially christian slaves, are harassed more than others. So I make a suggestion, for your own good. Stay close to me and you will be fine. Do NOT pray to your God, or talk in that weird language, just be a good slave and listen to orders.'' He explained simply.

'' What if I DO want to pray to God hmm?'' Frigyth challenged, feeling a new sentiment of bravery.

'' Then you`ll do it in my chambers only, when everyone is busy.'' He offered begrudgingly, seeing as  he had to give something to the eager girl, otherwise she would complain all day.

The following morning began earlier than usual, with Ivar commanding her along with his personal guards to pack his things and move them on his long boat.  Frigyth was pushing through the mass of giant Vikings to load some of the easier belongings that she could carry for her master, trying to avoid getting stepped on.

With one final look at her homeland, she started feeling homesick already. Thinking about the fact that this might be her last time seeing those hills, the forests, this exact shore they were soon casting off from. With Ivar sitting at the end of the longboat, and next to him his dear slave, the Viking army all sailed off into the distance, back to the cold lands.

Kattegat was abnormal. That was Frigyth`s first impression upon arriving there. First thing she noticed, or rather she felt, was the cold. It was barely end of summer and back in Northumbria, the weather was still pleasant around this time. But here, it was torture. Ivar took notice of her shivering frame, and yelled at one of his men to hand her a thicker dress that seemed to have been made out of wool. 

The girl did not hesitate and threw the new piece of clothing over her already existing attire. Instantly, she sunk down in the warmth it was providing her, trying to keep as much heat inside her clothes as she could.

Ivar smiled - almost lovingly- at her. ''You`re welcome.''

Frigyth blushed, out of fear or embarassment not even she knew, and replied with a quiet `thank you'.

The arrival of the army was welcome with a big feast, which was something the anglo-saxon girl was not familar with. Before the big party that night, Ivar showed Frigyth the surrounding area, trying to bring some familiarity in her.

'' These are my chambers. Where I`ll be sleeping. And that in the corner is your bed, where you will be sleeping.'' He pointed his sharp end of his crutches to a tiny bed sat in a corner. She nodded her head, not coming up with an adequate answer.

'' You should probably go to the kitchens, help some of the other servants, get familiar with the chores.''

'' But-'' Before Ivar was about to yell at her for opposing his command, she quickly continued '' I don`t speak the language. I will not undertsnad them and make a fool out of myself.'' She ended on a sad note, trying to bring the most vulnerable side of her out, in hopes to guilt trip Ivar.

Instead, as a means of comfort, he approached her, and made a new unknown move to her. He placed his dominand arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, so now she was at evel with his chin. She glanced up at him fearfully, not knowing what his next move might be. Maybe another slap? But she was surprised all he did was lower his head and place his forehead on hers, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

Frigyth was frozen up, not daring to breathe or move an inch. Still with his eyes closed, he instructed her. '' Follow whatever they are doing. And if they give you any trouble, come to me immediately.'' And with that, he backed away from her, lowering his arm to her bum and patting it softly, indicating she left.

Opening the heavy  worn-down wooden door slowly, she stepped shyly inside the warm room. Slaves and servants were running around frantically, working stressfully under the eyes of a very severe looking middle aged woman. It seemed everyone was equipped with a task. Some were cooking the food, others were preparing the mead or other drinks, some were taking horned cups and placing them in the great hall.

Her presence was noticed by a few younger girls, who seemed just as fidgety and nervous as her, so she thought they must be new as well. Not knowing what to do, she stood there awkwardly, stepping out of the way every once in a while when one of the girls was carrying something, she was spotted by the big lady that was watching over everyone, and with big, fat steps she strode over to her tiny figure.

''HVAÐ ERTU AÐ GERA ÞARNA? EKKI LÁTA HJÁLPAST AÐ.'' She yelled angrily at Frigyth, making her flinch. With watery eyes, she tried replying to her, but all in vain.( What are you doing there? Don`t just stand, HELP!)

'' I- I don`t speak your language.'' She stuttered, wishing she could get a grip on herself and not cry everytime someone yelled at her.

The lady seemed to be fuming after hearing her. Throwing her hands angrily and pointing at the girls cooking something she signaled for her to go up to them.

Striding over to one girl that seemed to her to be the nicest out of all here, Frigyth smiled kindly at her. The stranger returned the smile, and shoving her a piece of dough, indicating for her to start kneading it.

Moments later, after they were both working in a peaceful manner, and ignoring the noise from the rest of the kitchen, Frigyth stopped her actions, pointing her hands to herself and repeating her name slowly for the other girl to understand.

Furrowing her brows in response, and then slightly giggling, the young maid smiled kindly at Frigyth. '' I am Berwyn. I am from Northumbria as well.''

The gasp that left the red headed girl was so audible that other two girls turned around to look at the pair of them.

'' No... WAY. This is fantastic. I thought I would never see anyone from my homeland ever again. You do not understand how happy I am.'' She hugged the girl tightly, taking her by surprise, but she soon warmed up to her and reciprocated the gesture.

The two girls engulfed in the hug almost forgot where they were for a second, embracing each other in a comforting way, but were roughly interrupted when the old lady pulled them apart aggressively, tugging at their hair, making them wince.

She immediately started scolding them and shouting something that sounded aggressive to Frigyth, and when the old hag turned to her and asked her something, she was yet again oblivious to what she was saying.

'' She`s asking who our masters are so she can go tell them we have been misbehaving.''  Berwyn informed her fearfully, shaking in terror at the thought of what her master might do to her. Frigyth was thinking the same, only until she remembered what Ivar had told her before coming here. ' And if they give you any trouble, come to me immediately.'  

Straightening her back, she proudly mentioned Ivar`s name, upon which the other girls in the room paused for a second, looking at her, some with fear, others it seemed with jealousy. The old lady widened her eyes in shock, but quickly composed herself and in an alerting rhythm, she left the kitchen.

Berwyn turned to her shocked, mouth agape. '' You never told me you are King Ivar`s slave.'' Shrugging simply, she replied wittily. '' You never asked.''

'' Who is that lady?''

'' That is Mistress Greta. She takes responsibility for us. She trains new slaves, and breaks them into becoming the most obedient for their masters.''

'' So.. what is she going to do now? Tell on us for hugging and laughing?'' She snorted.

Berwyn looked down sadly at her kneaded dough, nodding sadly. '' She is going to inform our masters we were misbehaving. And from there they will decide what to do with us.''

She was praying to God, or any other deity that was willing to listen, that Ivar would be in a good mood and would take her side. She did not wish to know what his REAL punishments must feel like.

The saxon girls both went back to work quietly, with a nervous feeling settling in their guts for the return of Greta.

The wait was cut short when the door was pushed open harshly, and Greta, alongside Ivar stepped inside. Everyone in the room, including Berwyn bowed down to him, not daring to lift their faces from the ground, or at least not until he had passed by them.

Frigyth was eyeing Ivar, who was already gazing at her with a piercing, intense look. Wetting his lips, he gestured with his hand for her to go to him. Passing by a few girls, she noticed how some looked at her with pity for what was about to happen, meanwhile others were glaring at her with envy, and she couldn`t understand why.

Being next to Ivar, he pulled his free arm around her shoulders, squishing her into his side. '' Greta has been telling me you have been neglecting your duties.'' He repeated what the hag has been telling him casually, not even a hint of anger being present in his voice.

This was her chance to win or lose it all. She could agree with that fact and let the punishment come, or she could tell him the truth and try  to manipulate him into taking her side. It was about risking it all.

'' She is lying. I was working but I just hugged my new friend and she yelled at us for laughing. But WE WERE working I promise you Ivar.'' She pleaded, trying to reason with him.

The young king softened his pupils, staring into her eyes, trying to detect any lies, then at her lips, and for a second time ever since they`ve met, he was tempted to feel her soft looking lips on his own. Quickly snapping back to reality, he looked to Greta, who was eagerly waiting for a verdict, and hardened his gaze at her, talking harshly in old norse, making her gasp, along with the other slaves in the kitchen.

'' Go to my chambers.'' He whispered in her ear, and similar to a few hours ago, he smacked her butt softly, pushing her towards the exit. Frigyth left the kitchen hurriedly, but not before hearing the way he was screaming at Greta as if they`ve done him wrong.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she was fiddling with her fingers, occupying herself with anything to distract her mind from thinking what was about to happen. When she heard the door crack open, she quickly stood up and went over to Ivar, getting on her knees in front of him and placing her palms in a prayer way, she pathetically began apologizing for her actions.

'' PLEASE... Please... I promise I will no longer talk to anyone. But please don`t punish me.'' With her eyes closed, she could only feel his hand patting her on the head.

'' Get up.'' Sighing, he looked at her, sitting in front of him, her head at the same  level with his cock, and he tried stopping the inappropriate thoughts circling his mind before it was too late.

'' I am not going to punish you.'' Confused, Frigyth stood up, and faced her master, tilting her head to the side. '' No?'' She asked confusingly.

'' No. You did nothing wrong. I told Greta and the other slaves that if they ever harass you, I will burn them alive.'' He smiled innocently, stroking one of her cheeks fondly.

Frigyth, for the first time in days, felt a sense of safety. She noticed, if she stayed on Ivar`s good side, he would protect her from anyone wanting to harm her. Maybe she was now beginning to understand why those servants were throwing her looks of jealousy. After all, she was one of the closest people to the king. She was going to sleep in the same room as him for God`s sake. Of course others were envious.

The feast was like none other she has ever seen. Not that she`s been to many before. Ivar instructed her to stay by his side, and by NO MEANS to go and pour the other Vikings ale or mead. She was made aware that she was HIS slave and his only.

With a small wooden chair placed next to the throne, she was overlooking the large hall. She could see anyone entering the longhouse, the slaves and servants serving thirsty men ale, and when she observed how the buff Vikings would grab the servants` bottoms, or pull them in their laps and forcefully grope them, all she could as a form of greatfulness was make eye contact at 

Ivar, and thanking him for letting her sit next to him. All he did was smile, and grabbed both her hands and intertwined his hands with hers, bringing them in his lap.

It was odd for her to say it but the way he was hoding her, warming her ever-freezing hands, almost made her feel at home, in a twisted way.

Halfway throughout the evening, a drunk Hvisterk stmbled upon the steps that were leading to the throne, throwing Frigyth a very drunken looking wink, that made her giggle. Ivar just scoffed at his brother and went back to analyzing the crowd.

Hvitserk kept conversing with Frigyth, even though she couldn`t understand a thing. She was just laughing along because every two words he said, he would start hiccuping of laughing like a maniac, which in return made her do the same.

Ivar was squuezing her hands every so often, but she didn`t know why exactly. Only when towards the end of the feast, when the king seemed to hold a look that usually arrived before he would kill someone, he pushed Hvitserk away from his slave, and broke his hands free from the grasp he was having on hers, putting them around her face, and bringing her closer to him until he finally planted a rough kiss on her lips.

He moaned in her mouth, but she was too stunned to speak. Bringing her face for another kiss, she tried pulling away but he was a lot stronger. He started kissing her again, but this time was poking her entrance with his tongue, creating a feeling she has never felt before. Frigyth was desperately trying to push him away, and only after a few minutes did he finally let go of her.

As if snapping from a trance, Ivar immediately realized what he had done and before he could talk to her, Frigyth ran away, far from him.

She was now officially realizing that this is what it meant to be a slave. Only God knows what was going to happen once Ivar returned to their chambers, and she deeply wished Him and other gods would be there to protect her from his wrath.

[aissa-snapped]

Here's something that's been on my mind for a while now. So you know how Salazar Slytherin is seen as a purist? That he hates mudbloods?

Yeah well I believe it isn't just about him being a blood supremacist.

So when Hogwarts was founded, over a thousand years ago, that was during the dark ages, and soon to follow the witch burning times. I believe what he was trying to do is protect the wizarding world from muggle who couldn't understand what magic is.

Like, imagine a random peasant girl one day levitating a chair in front of her family. Don't you think her parents would have given her up for slaughter?

Because I don't think in those times muggle could have been explained that her muggle PEASANT daughter is going away at a boarding school for her kind.

Not to mention how in those times education was only available for the nobles, and the male kind.

So with all this being said, I believe Salazar was protecting all witches and wizards by ensuring no random muggles would cause a hysteria and grab their pitchforks to hunt them down.

Justice for Salazar Slytherin

[aissa-snapped]

The Heathen and the Christian

Ivar the boneless x reader ( OC)

Word count: 3401

SUMMARY:When a young anglo-saxon meets Ivar in the woods, she thinks he is a nice innocent boy, only to be shocked when she finds out who he REALLY is and what he is capable of.

A/N:This is my 2nd time writing with Vikings. I hope yall like it. I am also apologizing for (possible) mistranslations of irish and icelandic. I might do a part two to this series cuz i like how its going. Also not readproof

1-Oh Cernunnos god of the forest bless me and guide me.

2- WAIT

3-That one is mine

4- Do that again and you`re dead

Wandering the woods at this time of the year, gave any passer-by a spectacular and magical scenery. The rays of sunshine were breaking through the branches, illuminating the forest in the most wonderful ways. Summer was without a doubt the best time of the year. The weather was finally favorable for farmers, crops were flourishing and nature was thriving. But there was a downside to it. This season naturally brought along raiding parties coming from the north, with the intention of pillaging and eradicating every village in sight of any gold or treasure.

Villagers were adivsed to be extremely wary of their surroundings, and in case of any suspicious sighting to report to the guards.

Walking out of the small one-room cottage, Frigyth took her woven basket, hanging it on her left arm and took steady steps towards the neighboring woods that surrounded her village. She was a young maiden, '' ready to be married'' according to her parents, who took her tasks very lightly. She came from a typical peasant family, with three other sisters and one brother. She was at that age where she cared more about enjoying life than actually being helpful around the house.

She begged her mother days in a row to let her go harvest some berries from the woods, seeing as that was her only opportunity to explore nature and relax a tad bit. She took her already forming path that led her into a meadow, hidden from view by some on-growing bushes. She found a larger boulder, and took a seat in a dent, placing her basket next to her. She had plenty of time to finish her task, she thought, so for now she could enjoy a little bit of warmth.

Clasping her hands in a prayer-way, she took a glance around her, making sure she was alone, and started chanting an old prayer she used to hear as a child from her grandmother.

Ó Cernunnos Dia na foraoise

beannaigh dom agus treoraigh

mé tríd an bhforaois...

From a small distance, the prayer spoken by the girl was heard by a trespasser, that was lurking around in the woods seeking some alone time. Instead, the stranger took a detour and followed the voice, leading him into the hidden meadow. upon his arrival, he analyzed the young lady up closely, noticing how she had her eyes closed, and was in a vulnerable state. It would`ve been very easy for the young Viking leader to take his dagger out and kill her on the spot, which was what he should be doing, otherwise he risked getting noticed by the saxon girl, who in return would alert the whole village of the presence of Vikings.

Or perhaps he could kidnap her, get any valuable information out of her and THEN kill her. That seemed like a better idea.

The warrior got lost in his thoughts for a few moments that only when he heard the girl gasp did he snap back to the current situation he was in. The young woman that was not so long ago sat in a peaceful position was now standing up, grabbing her basket in front of her, as if she thought it would protect her from the unknown boy. You did not need to be a schooled noble to notice that the stranger`s attire was different from the regular anglo-saxon clothing, and the weapons well secured around the belt hugging his waist were a big tell-tale sign that she had just ran face to face with a Viking.

Frigyth was not sure what she could possibly do to escape this situation. If she ran, would she meet other Vikings? Or perhaps if she yelled for help, the barbarians would much faster come in to the aid of the mysterious boy and do her in. Her mind along with her heart were racing, blood pulsing through her whole body, as if it was preparing for whatever would happen next. Feeling a giddy feeling in her stomach, she spotted her way out, then she got into a running position, one leg in front of the other, slightly leaning on it and being ready to sprint at any given time.

The Viking however, seemed too lost in his tracks to think of what he should do to her. He was observing her. Long, curly hair, with a vibrant color that glimmered in the sun. He felt sort of... entranced by her?

Before he let her go, he wolf whistled at her, gaining her attention. '' I am Ivar.'' He spoke in a very thick anglo-saxon accent. Frigyth did a double-take, not being sure she actually heard him speaking in HER language. While on the outside she remained frozen, her mind was filled with multiple questions. Probably because she has never heard foreigners speak her language- or because she has never faced a norman before.

'' What is your name?'' Asked the Viking in an iritated tone. The young girl was not sure it was a good idea to tell divulge her full identity. But realizing she had no other choice, she defeteadly answered.

'' Frigyth.'' It was a simple and short answer, for which she hoped it would suffice. But by the looks on the warrior, he smirked slowly at her, watching with predator eyes as she was shifting uncomfortably her weight from one foot to the other.

'' What was that prayer you were saying earlier? It did not sound like your language.'' The maiden`s heart started beating at an alarming rate. Deep down she knew, that the prayer she was chanting earlier was considered heresy and it was forbidden among the christians. But it`s not like him, a Viking, would go and tell on her to a guard. After all, weren`t they pagans as well?

'' It`s an ancient language. I was praying to Cernunnos, the god of the forest, fertility. I- It`s forbidden to pray to any other god other than the One True God. But my grandmother used to tell me that the old Gods never left and are ever present.'' She finished, admitting what has been laying in her heart for many years, sighing in happiness when she mentioned her grandmother.

To say Ivar was shocked at the newfound information was an understatement. In all his life, he had never encountered a christian praying to a different deity. He was getting more and more intrigued by the girl, and the logical part of his brain that was constantly nudging him to kill her was shutting down completely.

The young leader-who had previously found a good sitting spot on the grass- nudged his head towards the empty place next to him, indicating to her to take a seat. With careful, calculated steps, she approached him, leaving a few centimetres between them, just in case he was going to strangle her, or who knows what else.

'' So... tell me...'' He trailed off, in hopes that the girl would tell him something about herself.

With frowning brows, she kept silent, waiting for him to continue with a question. Ivar rolled his eyes, and asked her about her family.

'' We`re but a family humble peasants .'' The Viking could tell she loved cutting straight to the chase, not giving out any other detail unless asked.

Gaining all the courage she could muster, she turned slightly towards him, asking the dreaded question.

'' Where did you come from?''

Raising his eyebrows, Ivar chuckled darkly, shaking his head softly.

'' I don`t think you want to know.'' He admitted cynically.

'' Will that get me in trouble?'' She asked shyly.

'' You could say that.'' Smiling softly, Frigyth directioned her eyes to the ground, trying to ignore the burning stares of the curious Viking whose hand was slowly reaching up to her face, pausing for a second and taking a hold of a piece of her hair, and twirling it around his finger -almost lovingly so- which made her flinch for a second, before relaxing back and letting him play with strands of her hair.

The atmosphere between the two was peaceful, even though there was silence, but it was a welcoming one, in which neither felt the need to interrupt it. It was as if an unspoken rule was set. Both simply wanted to sit down and get lost between the thousands of trees and take a break from their societal obligations. Ivar leaned back on his elbows, straightening his legs in front of him, to give them a stretch, which gave the girl a full view of his crippled legs. She widened her eyes in surprise, but quickly gained her composure when she noticed Ivar clenching his jaw in anger, averting her eyes elsewhere.

It felt like they were there for an hour or two, when Frigyth sighed sadly and stood up, clenching the handle of the backet in her left fist and started taking small steps towards the hidden entrance marked by two bushes with a beaten track in between them. Ivar frowned, his eyes following her figure sharply, similar to a wolf following his prey.

'' I should go.'' Looking at her feet, she was swinging the basket slowly in her hand, as if waiting for the boy to stop her from going, although, deep down, she knew she was running behind with her tasks and she was bound to return home eventually, and her mother would not be happy if she came back empty handed.

Ivar nodded stoically, breaking his eyes from the girl and with a loud groan, he rolled onto his back, and began crawling towards the girl, ignoring her stares of bewilderment at his methods of traveling.

'' I should probably go too.'' He responded and begudgingly so.

'' It was nice meeting you.'' Frigyth complimented, with a small voice.

'' We will meet again, christian.'' He winked at her, which caused the maiden to let out a nervous laugh, having no idea what he could have possibly meant by that, and on that note, they both departed their own ways.

Upon her arrival back home, she was welcome by her worried mother, who seemed to have a look of concern mixed with irritation displaying across her face.

'' Where have you been?! It`s almost dark outside. And what is this? This is all you gathered in all this time you were gone?!'' She pointed at her basket, which was barely filled with any berries.

Frigyth shrugged off the hand her mother had placed on her shoulder, sprinting inside the cottage. The one-room hut was warm and all her family was gathered round at the table, chatting lively amongst eachother. Her presence was sensed by her father, and one by one her siblings all paused mid-conversation, to look at the newcomer. Her father smiled warmly at her, motioning with his hand to take a seat next to him.

'' We were wondering when you would come back Frig. Your mother was worrying terribly.'' He laughed, patting her back twice.

'' And I had all the reasons to. You know what they tell us, the priests. The woods are no longer safe.'' Her mother huffed angrily, stepping into the cottage and slamming the door shut, checking the small window incorporated in it for any intruders that might be lurking outside their homes. She took her seat, next to her husband and continued eating her freshly cooked pottage.

Frigyth`s father let out a breath of air, rubbing his face with his face. The rebel daughter rolled her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to what her mother was saying. Should she tell anyone that today she has met and spoken to a possible Viking? If she did, then she would reveal to everyone that she had been slacking rather than actually gathering food for the family, and she risked losing the task she was given, and probably forced to return to her old duties, which were mostly around the cottage. So she took the smarted option, and never mentioned the encounter with the stranger.

'' I know. Aelflead and the other blacksmiths think that we are to prepare for an attack.'' The father confessed sadly.

'' What makes you think that, dad?'' The youngest sibling asked, with her curious natured eyes.

'' Because sweetie, we have been ordered by the king to forge as many swords and shields as fast as we can manage. But when we tried asking the guards why, he refused to tell us. They were all acting suspicious.'' He shrugged, ripping a piece of the wholemeal bread and dipping it in the stew.

Frigyth was starting to get nervous. What if they are about to be attacked? But again, Ivar did not look dangerous. Evenmore, he was crippled. Surely that meant he was maybe thrown out of his tribe and forced to die alone. And even if she decided to tell her family about her encounter, in what way would that help them escape the fury of a Viking raid?

The contact she had with the mysterious boy was what kept her awake most of the night, and by the time her body was exhausted and allowed her to fall asleep, the rooster was already crowing, alerting the family that it was dawn and that meant time to go back to work. However, something felt odd. While Frigyth`s family members were grumbingly getting out of bed, the young maiden heard screams and clanks of swords outside. When realization hit her, she alerted her family to be silent for a second in order for them to pay attention to what might have been going outside.

''Haeddi, take the girls and hide in the barn. Wilfred and I are going outside to see what is happening.'' The father instructed his wife. ''Here, grab this.'' He threw a newly forged seax to his son, and he took an old rusty looking blade for himself, gesturing with his head towards the door. '' Let`s go.'' With one solemn look, Frigyth`s father glanced at his girls, holding a strong and loving eye contact with his wife, silently reassuring her that everything was going to be all right.

When the girls were left alone, Haeddi looked at her daughters, trying to contain the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. '' We`re going outside. Stick close to each other. Once we reach the barn, find a hiding spot. Underneath the hay, behind it. I don`t` know. But do it as fast as you can. We don`t know what awaits us out there.'' The four girls looked at her mother, nodding shakily and following closely behind her towards the door. The mother was counting with her fingers how many seconds they had left before she would open the door and the chaos would start. Frigyth could hear the faint screams of terror coming from the villagers and once the door was open and they started running, everything went in slow motion. The action outside became more vivid. The shrieks and cries of pain were amplified and all of those made the girls run faster than they had ever done so in their entire lives.

Once they safely reached the barn, her mother grabbed the youngest offspring and she chucked them both behind some haystacks. The other two sisters went off climbing on a ladder and finding a safe space to bury in.

Frigyth was looking around, trying to find the first hidin place and duck under it, but to her terror, she was forcefully grabbed by her arm by a very muscular man, that looked like he could eat her alive. She gulped, eyes wide open and heart drumming against her chest, almost as if it was ready to jump out of her chest. He gave her an animalistic smile, that sent shivers down to her spine. Her sisters and mom were watching terrified from the hiding spots how poor Frigyth was going to get killed...or worse.

With an unmatchable force, he turned her around with her back facing him, and raising his axe and readied himself to cut her thin linen dress open, ignoring her pleas and screams to stop, but a powerful voice made him pause mid-action.

''BÍÐA!'' Both the cruel man and Frigyth turned their heads to look at whoever just stopped the brutal Viking. The girl couln`t believe her eyes. Sitting in a single seated strange looking carriage pulled by a beautiful white stallion, sat the very guy that around this time the other day she was enjoying her time with in the meadow.

''ÞESSI ER MINN!!'' Ivar approached the enormous barbarian and pulled him away from his victim by his hair, holding his dagger against his throat.

''Gerðu þetta aftur og þú ert dauður!!'' He spat with venom, letting go of him. When he looked at the shaken lady, he softened his eyes, offering a friendly hand for her to take. She shakily shook her head no, losing any trust she had in him.

Seeing how reluctant she was, Ivar huffed annoyed. '' If you come with me, you`ll be safe.'' He promised. She glanced back at her mother and sisters-who were terrifyingly and confusingly observing the interaction between the two-, looking back and forth between them and him. He instantly put two and two together, and rolled his eyes playfully. '' They will not be harmed IF... you come with me.''

But before she had any chance to speak, her father and brother came rushing to her aid. Wilfred, her brother, seemed unharmed, except for a few cuts here and there and some blood staining his blade, but her father seemed to have a pretty deep cut on his side, that was bleeding alarmingly.

'' STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!'' Her father yelled, pointing his old and chipped sword at the Viking.

Ivar mockingly raised both his arms in surrender, faking a terrified expression. After a few moments, he then grabbed his trusty dagger, swirling it smoothly around his finger and pointing behind him at the army that was currently ravaging the village.

''See that? I am the leader of all of them. I can order them to stop anytime if I want to. That is why I am asking YOU again.'' He pointed his dagger in Frigyth`s direction. '' Are.You.Coming.With.Me?'' He asked slowly, putting an emphasis on each word, to ensure he was being understood.

The curly haired girl looked with saddening eyes at her dad, who was still clutching his sword with all his being, as if believing THAT could actually help her, then at her brother, who was copying his father`s movements, but with less confidence and then at her mother and sisters, who were all shaking their heads no and crying silently, not knowing what the outcome of this woul be.

There was no backing out of this. She had two simple but impactful choices. She either went with him, probably ending up a slave, but at least her family was safe, or so she hoped. Or she could refuse, and get killed by the previous Viking.

With determined steps, she approached Ivar, making him smirk in victory. Her father yelled at her angrily to get back there behind him, but she was already climbing Ivar`s carriage. The young ruler grabbed her hand softly, guiding her to sit on his knees, that she now got to observe, were covered in some sort of metallic braces.

Once she took her seat in his lap, he stroked her hair with one hand, while whispering in her ear. ''Good girl.'' She sat frozen in his lap, letting him wrap a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady.

She took a one last glance at her family, waving sadly at them and struggling to keep her composure.

'' They will be safe, right?! You promised!'' She asked desperately, glacing back at her house, which was now growing to be more and more far away.

'' On my arm ring.'' He pledged, placing his palm over his bracelet for a moment, showing her that he was serious about his oath. Grabbing with one arm the reins and with the other gripping her tightly against him, he yelled something in Old-Norse to the other men, fleeing the village afterwards towards an unknown location to the girl, from where a new life was about to start for her. She could only hope it was going to be good.

[aissa-snapped]

I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED

Sirius Black x reader, James Potter x reader

word count: 2844

summary:When reader gets approached by James Potter and gets offered a deal to make Sirius jealous, things don`t turn the way they planned. Or, do they?

It was no secret that everyone at Hogwarts had a crush on the infamous star boy. With his high prominent cheekbones, fluffy curly hair as dark as his name indicated, prestigious behavior, he carried himself around the grounds aspiring from everyone an air of royalty of some sort. To be fair, his charm did work on the girls, and as for the guys, well, it couldn`t cross past their jealousy. So when sometime during 5th year you found yourself getting shy around the boy when he would simply greet you in the common room, you instantly knew the Black charm has made its effect on you too. 

   You wouldn`t say you were in any way friends with the mischievous boys, but since you all shared a house and a common room, you interacted with each of them at times. James was easy to talk to. He was friendly and always ready to help any feeble person at a given time, which made him the spokesperson for the group. 

   Remus was decent enough, though, you only talked about homework and assignments. There wasn`t a lot you could talk about with him. He tended to stay close to his safe haven surrounded by his friends and that was good enough for him. 

Peter was, well, a combination of James and a bit of Remus. It was clear to anyone who paid even the slightest attention that he was constantly running in James` shadows, trying to mimic his gestures, copy his confidence, but it wasn`t his genuine personality. He was prone to fall into the introverted category. He did enjoy talking to you, but he would stumble upon his words at times, making you wonder if he was just nervous or maybe he developed a sort of infatuation for you. You hoped it was the former. 

Now, Sirius. Dear Sirius... He outshined them all. In your eyes, his smile alone could brighten up the whole sky. He had an alluring presence. When he entered a room, he would involuntarily gain the attention of any other present person in the area. 

The only problem with this was that, with all this fame came along the fangirls too. The whole of Gryffindor and who knows how many from other houses fawned over Sirius. He was constantly approached by some hopelessly in love girls, trying to get him to go on walks with them. He, of course enjoyed all this treatment and would often be seen spending time with a different girl every Saturday.

  You couldn`t lie. This bothered you to no extent. Seeing the oldest Black brother spend time with almost every girl at Hogwarts, made you feel even more insecure. If he spent time with one of the most beautiful girls, how could he ever look your way?

  Unfortunately for you, this little crush of yours did not go unnoticed. Little did you know, that Sirius black`s complice himself has taken notice of your infatuation. He often times caught you staring at Sirius during classes, or your eyes searching for his figure unconsciously when you would enter the Great Hall.  He would smirk your way and then glace back at Sirius, just to see him devouring a chicken leg and not paying attention to the rest of the people.

   Seeing as neither you nor Sirius would take the first initiative step of striking up a conversation, he decided to give both of you  a little push from behind.

" Oi, Y/L/N, wait up." James stopped you in your tracks, jogging up and catching up with you. Frowning, you turned shyly towards him, silently asking him what the problem was. 

" So here`s what I`ve been thinking...-"

" Oh no." You commented involuntarily making him chuckle. Putting one of his arms around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him, he began explaining what has been on his mind for a while now.

" So I couldn`t help but notice how you have been constantly staring at Sirius lately, I mean, in the common room, you would try so hard to get a good luck at the lad, or in class, or the Great Hall. And- alright don`t give that look- No don`t even try to deny it." You tried shrugging his arm off your shoulder, but he didn`t even budge, instead trying to stop you from trying to come up with a good lie against his observations.

"- So I cooked up a plan that might work in the benefit of both of us." Now you turned your head fully at him, analyzing his face for answers. 

" You better start spilling, now you`ve got me all curious." 

" Well..." He trailed off, half grinning and looking down at the ground, avoiding your intense gaze.

" How about you dated me instead?" He asked bluntly.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you weren`t sure if you heard it right. " Excuse me? Are you saying you fancy me Potter?" 

" Oh no!! Oh no no no. No offense, you seem nice and.. you are a bonnie las, as they say but, I`ve got my eyes set elsewhere."

More confused than ever, you scowled at him, waiting for a proper explanation.

" Well then? What is your deal? What is the meaning of all this then?" You pressed.

" We will be FAKE dating. That way, you will make Sirius jealous and I will make my Lily flower jealous as well." He explained proudly, nodding at his own words, as if agreeing with what he was saying.

You put on a straight face, masking the confusion and the doubtfulness that was swirling in your head at the moment.

" I- I don`t know what to say about this. Why would you even think that Sirius would care that we are dating in the first place?" You questioned warrily.

" Beacaaause. I know my best mate and I can guarantee you it will work."

    The morning after the whole conversation with James felt weird. This would be the first 'official' day on which you were dating the popular Gryffindor chaser. Feeling giddy, you slowly followed your typical morning routine, trying not to think too much about what was about to happen once you set foot in the warm cozy common room.

   Taking your time putting effort into looking your best, ( definitely not for James), you took shaky steps down the stairs. Once arriving at your destination, there he was, the bespectacled boy, laughing at something Sirius was saying. Neither one of the four guys noticed your presence only until after a few delayed moments, when Remus was closing up his book and threw a casual glance towards you, and nodding your head towards you, as a form of greeting. The other lads noticed his actions, following his gaze, curious as to who`s gotten his attention. Peter widened his eyes, smiling shyly your way, Sirius merely stared at you, and James started grinning, taking quick and steady steps towards you. 

" Morning love. Did you sleep well?" He asked in a raspy voice, clearly trying to lower it down so he would sound hotter.

You blushed, not knowing how to react. " Y-yeah. Pretty good. Mhm." He swung an arm around your shoulders, similarly to how he did it the other day, bringing you as close to his side as physically possible, guiding you back to the trio, who were sitting there dumbfounded. Once he took his previous spot in between Sirius and Peter, ignoring the stares of confusion coming from his friends, he continued on with the topic they were previosuly discussing, with a casual kiss on your cheek.

"- We could then use my invisibility cloak to-"

"-Uh.. Prongs... Care to... explain.. this?" Sirius had the courage, or so it seemed, to get some answers from the curly haired boy regarding the reason why he was so touchy with you, when they all knew damn well he`s been in love with Lily Evans for many years.

" Wha'? Oh, you mean my new relationship? Oh right I forgot to tell you lads but i am now dating Y/N." He boasted.

" WHAT?" "Excuse me?" " Huh?" were the responses he got from the boys. Remus seemed to be the most unbothered by this confession, as he just widened his eyes but then quickly went back to his book. Peter seemed flustered and his cheeks went a hint redder. And Sirius, ( being the drama queen he is) threw his arms in the air,  and hitting James softly on his chest. 

" But.. but Prongs, weren`t you obsessing over Ev-"

" Enough Pads! I am no longer obsessing over anyone other than Y/N." James argued back, shutting the boys down. If anything, it was that much clear that it was he who ran the group, by the way he was capable of calming a situation.

Sirius frowned slightly, but gained his composure quickly when he made eye contact with you, turning his head the other way and asking Remus something about the history of magic homework.

A few weeks into this fake relationship, and all you could say was that you were starting to get used to it. James being affectionate towards you, kissing you on the cheek and holding hands became a regular gig you would perform in the presence of any of the marauders, especially Sirius. What made you sad one day was, when James ran up to you claiming he had something to tell you. You could say you were surprised to hear about Lily finally confessing his feelings to James, but you weren`t. It was obvious they both liked eachother, but it was Lily who constantly put off James` advances.

What bothered you was the fact that after two months of fake dating his best friend, he never once tried to talk to you, nor befriend you. He would greet you each morning with a quick nod, not caring to even pay you much attention.

If James got what he wanted, what would remain of you?

" Maybe we should break up, and see if he will try to comfort you. After all, he did spend almost as much time around you as he spent time with me." James suggested, with a comforting tone.

" Yeah, you`re right, I think. At least one of us got what they wanted." You sighed sadly, eyes dropping down to the floor. You were about to cry, but wanted to hold it together, at least until James was clear and you were left alone.

James noticed your defeated state, and took you by surprise by hugging you. This time, it wasn`t like those ones when he would do it for the show, but it held a genuine  emotion. He left bad for you, and wanted to assure you silently that everything will be all right.

Patting you back softly, he broke the hug, he took a hold of your upper arms, squeezing it lightly. 

" Hey, it will be fine, right? If he comes to you that`s good, and if not, then he`s a loser." He smirked, noticing a faint smile lighting up your face.

" Yeah yeah whatever Potter. Now leave me be and go grab your lady." You joked.

James gave you a thankful nod, departing from the common room, not before yelling out a " YOU WERE THE BEST FAKE GIRLFRIEND I`VE EVER HAD".

The following day felt as if a real breakup hit you in the heart. When you got to the common room, in the usual spot taken by you next to James, stood Lily, as bright and cheery as ever. James was clinging to her, like a child after he finally got the toy he had wished for all winter, and was afraid of losing it. You smiled, they both deserved eachother, however you couldn`t help but feel jealousy creeping up in the pits of your stomach, at the sight of another happy couple. When would be your turn?

You quickly jogged towards the door, wishing to go unnoticed by the group, but in your rush, you caught the attention of the curly haired boy, who watched your frame leave the common room in a chaste sprint.

You skipped breakfast, having lost your appetite very early in the morning. Instead, you decided to take a walk on the grounds, seeing as it was a sunny Saturday. 

You were so lost in your day dreams, that you completely missed the footsteps carried by someone who was following you from behind. You seated yourself under a nice tree, giving you a bit of shade, but you barely sat down when another presence appeared at your side. You jumped slightly, having been spooked at the sudden person. You checked the newly arrived stranger,or so you thought, recognizing the very person you were running away from.

" Hey. I, I`ve heard of the breakup. And I wanted to check on you, since you ran away like that, without even a hello."

" I`m fine Sirius." You murmured.

" Really? I can confidently say you do NOT look fine. What happened to the two of you? One day you were just fine and then the next you just- broke it off..." He trailed off, his voice getting smaller towards the end.

" It`s none of your business yeah? We didn`t work out. That`s the end of it." 

" Ok..." Sirius and you let a deep silence get in the way. No one was making a sound, other than the birds chirping and the wind whooshing.

You were hyperfocused on a fixed point somewhere in the distance, not wanting for one second to look at Sirius. As for him, you could see from the very corner of your eye that he would look around his surroundings, then slowly glance back at your face, waiting for your next move.

A few minutes later, you sighed, alerting Sirius, who brought his attention back on you and widened his eyes, for this was the first sound you made after such long dead silent moments.

" You don`t have to stay here with me. I`m sure you have better things to do." You pressed, getting annoyed with his presence.

" Oh no I`m good thanks." And with that, he clasped his hands together, continuing to stare at you, with those deep and expressive eyes, that any other day you would love to stare into, but now he was getting on your nerves.

You were finally losing your temper, not being able to keep your cool any longer.

" LISTEN. I WANT TO BE ALONE. I JUST GOT DUMPED AND I NEED SOME TIME TO MYSELF OKAY?" You shouted, making Sirius lean away from you, scared of what you might do.

You let out a sob, and that was the cue for the tears to start falling onto your face, like a chain reaction. Sirius stood there awkwardly for a few moments, not knowing how to react, then he leaned back in and brought your face to his chest, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. With one hand wrapped around your waist and the other one on your head, patting it softly, you let out a few more sobs, releasing some of that pent up energy, until you were able to hold it back together, stopping your tears from littering your face any longer. 

You pulled back, sniffling and taking a deep breath, you rubbed your eyes clear of the remnant tears and started muttering.

" I just want to be loved." You confessed, more to yourself than anyone else. You didn`t want his sympathy. You wanted genuine love.

" Don`t we all?" He replied, in the same tone you previously used. 

" Maybe, we can find comfort in eachother. What do you say?" He proposed.

Not being sure what he meant, you frowned.

" And what would that mean?"

Rolling his eyes playfully, he started explaining. " I mean, be with me. You know, like a real couple, not a fake one like you and James."

You were mortified. This was so embarassing, him finding out about the whole plan. You were going to hex James later.

" Yeah, Prongs told me today at breakfast. No need to hide it." He confessed. " You know? If you liked me so much, you could`ve just said so. It would have been so much easier."

You blushed, hiding your face from his view. He laughed at your shy demeanor, choosing to drag you close to him, hugging you a second round, only this time he held you tighter and longer. You both spent a few minutes in the comfort of eachother, when he kissed the top of your head and nudged you with his chin, making you look up at him.

" Well then?" He was  waiting for an answer to his previous question.

" Be with me? And I`ll give you all the love I have to offer."

A nod from you was all he needed and he leaned down, sealing the deal with a kiss.

[aissa-snapped]

A night to remember

Word count: 3646

Sirius Black x reader 

Sirius had it coming. But in his defense, he was continuously being teased by his friends.

______ " Oi Padfoot who are you going with?" Sirius lowered his fork lowly, turning his attention away from his food and focusing it on his friend, James.

" Sorry, what?" He cleared his throat, blinking vigorously, acting clueless. He, in fact knew very well what he had been asked. Maybe it was his big ego that tried to steer the conversation away from this embarrassing situation.

" Who are you taking to the Yule Ball? " Questioned a smirking James, who seemed to already know the answer.

" Oh uhm.. Well... I-"

" What's that lack of confidence Pads? Don't tell us you don't have a partner yet." Snickered Peter, enjoying looking at the blushing boy.

" What? No way Padfoot! The infamous ladies man not having a lass to go with?" Teased James, making a point in dramatizing the situation.

Sirius went quiet. He was seething with anger, but tried not to show it to the rest. He couldn't imagine not having a date to the Ball. Everyone had one. They were right. He was infamous for messing around with girls and for him not to have someone to go with to the dance seemed like a joke. The only problem was that the event was in 3 days and almost everyone had partners. Plus, he couldn't ask just anyone. He was scared he would be left with no partner. Now that would be embarrassing. And so to not look like a fool in front of his friends, after he let them joke and laugh at him, he did the only thing that came to his mind in the moment.

" ACTUALLY I do have a partner. Don't know how you lot could think I was going alone. Please" He scoffed, acting all cocky, dispersing all the laughable possibilities created by his friends.

" And you're not going to tell us who it is?" Asked a curious Remus, whom so far seemed the least interested in making fun of Sirius, his question coming off as a genuine one.

He couldn't tell them who it was because quite frankly not even HE knew.

" No. You'll meet her there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go, need to finish off some essays." He mumbled the last part, gathering his stuff and hurrying out of the Great Hall.

His friends couldn't exactly understand what's gotten him rushing, because it was uncharacteristically of Sirius to actually put ANY effort into his assignments.

Sirius was heading towards the common room, trying to find a way out of his lying. He had no idea what his next move was going to be, but he needed a plan and fast. For nothing was worse than showing up with no one by his side. Not only would his friends tease him for the rest of the year, but his reputation did not allow for such a fault.

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Once he reached the common room, he was able to let out a breath he had been holding for a while now. He slumped down on the couch, resting his legs on the coffee table. He sighed, rubbing his palms all over his face.

Opening his eyes, he scanned the common room lazily. There weren't many students in here, not that he cared anyway.

His eyes lingered on a certain girl, sitting in the corner of the warm chamber. She was reading a book, seeming relaxed and in her own world.

Sirius knew the girl. Of course he did. They have been in the same house for 5 years now. They weren't that close per say, but since she hung out with Lily and Marlene they've interacted before on numerous occasions.

Sure she was pretty, Sirius couldn't lie, but he didn't know her very well, therefore couldn't just admit he liked her. She was a quiet little flower, not causing any mischief at all, and keeping to herself. Maybe that's why they haven't crossed paths so often.

For a moment, Sirius was lost in his thoughts, forgetting his problems, and then, an idea cooked up in his chaotic mind.

Gathering all the courage and confidence he always had stored, he got up from the couch and strode down towards the girl. He puffed out his chest a little bit, straightening his back and flipping his hair to the side, giving it more volume.

Once he reached the table the girl was studying at, he appeared next to her form, getting her attention, her eager eyes leaving the book and instead focusing on the pureblood boy. Closing the book gently, she raised her head slowly, watching Sirius curiously. She could sense his strong cologne, that in her eyes only made him that more attractive.

She would never admit Sirius was the reason why when he entered the room, her heart would go feral. Her friends have been trying to set them up for a while now, but Y/n being the shy thing she is, refused to admit her feelings for him. So when out of nowhere he came to sit down next to her, it was heartwarming.

Sirius took a seat opposite of her, so they were facing eachother, and the boy could see the girl pretty clearly. He leaned back in the chair, resting  his right hand on the back rest. Running his other hand through his hair, he cleared his throat, making Y/n raise her one eyebrow at him.

" So... Y/L/N, how are you doing?" He asked nonchalantly.

" Uhm.. Well.. I was reading..." She trailed off, glancing at her book as if to tell him it was pretty obvious.

" Yeah right. So who are you going to the ball with?" He cut to the chase. There was no time wasting here. What if the rest of the marauders walked in and saw him asking her " already existing partner" out?

" Oh. Uhm.. No one. Actually i wasn't-" " Oh great will you come with me?" He asked hurriedly, glancing between her and the entrance to the common room.

Y/n blinked a few times. She couldn't believe this was happening. Was he joking? She hoped not. This could might as well be the best day of her life. Her crush asking her to go to the ball with HIM?

" Of course as friends. You see, I told the others I already have a partner but I don't and I needed one quick. So will you go with me?"  Sirius spoke fast. It felt like time was running out, and he needed an answer NOW.

Y/n on the other hand, deflated. One second ago, she was getting happy at the thought of going out with her crush, but the second she heard it was just because he was left without a partner, it was as if she was just the last option. When everyone is coupled up, and you need someone also so you don't look like a fool. This thought saddened her, and she never tried to hide it. She visibly frowned, breaking the eye contact with Sirius she had been holding from time to time and glanced down at her book. Oh how she wished real life was like her books. Where the love interest falls in love with the girl and everything is fine.

" Yeah you didn't let me finish. I wasn't planning on going you see." She muttered, not having enough courage to decline the invitation. Because curse her stupid crush, she would've agreed to go with him even as a last resort, but she tried to not lower her standards that low.

Sirius made an O shape with his mouth. He furrowed his brows, not fullt comprehending what she just said.

" Wait I don't understand. What do you mean by you're not going?"

" I meant it. Balls are not my thing." She shrugged simply.

" WHAT? Balls ARE EVERYONE'S thing. Think about how many other chances you'll get to go to one. Tell me you're not planning on sitting alone in your dorm while all your friends are OUT dancing and having fun?! " He exclaimed loudly. Y/n shushed him, not wishing to attract any unwanted attention from possible passers-by to them.

" Well no one asked me to go. And maybe it's better that way. I'm not into these things. " She explained, growing annoyed with this conversation. She did not need her crush mocking her for not having a partner.

" Well you're in luck then, cuz you see, I will take you as my partner. And you will have fun. " Sirius responded proudly, pointing his thumb towards himself.

" Yeah sure. Thanks but I'd rather not go than having someone take me out as a last resort." She snapped.

" You're not my last resort. I was also going to ask Hestia Jones but I-" She put her hand up, stopping him from continuing with his argument.  She shook her head, standing up from her seat. It was clear that this conversation was going nowhere. Sirius took notice in the girl`s movements and copied her, standing up quickly and coming  next to her.

" Hey hey! Don`t just leave like that. PLEASE. I need a date. Look, I promise I`ll make it the best night and dance of your life!" He insisted, pleading her desperately. Sirius felt a little bit pathetic, begging a girl to come with him to the dance. In any other situation, he would have to beg the girl to LEAVE him alone. And now look where life took him.

He grabbed her forearm gently, with just enough force to stop her from leaving. She huffed, turning back around to face the boy.

" Why would I go with you? Why not ask any of your side chicks?"

" Because..." He trailed off. Y/n made a gesture with her hands telling him to continue. He sighed and responded. " Because the other girls all have  a partner." The pureblood boy admitted shamefully. He didn`t want to make the girl feel any more bad than she was feeling, but this was the truth.

Y/n stayed silent for a few minutes. She was deep in thought, Sirius remarked in his head. Maybe she will say yes.

" And what if I said yes? What`s in it for me?" Y/n crossed her arms, waiting for a good reason as to why she should agree.

" Pff... What going to a ball with Sirius motherfuckin` Black isn`t enough?" He joked, hoping to get her to laugh as well. She did let out a small laugh ( which Sirius thought to be kinda cute) and then a snort to show the boy she couldn`t take this seriously.

The boy sighed and looked away a few seconds trying to fish out from somewhere a better reason.

" Alright then, fine. I`ll do your.... Potions essay. Or whatever essay you`re struggling with." Y/n smiled and nodded. It seemed as if this was a good enough reason.

" So.. see you at the ball?" Y/n smiled shyly, looking down at her arms.

" I thought I`d see you at breakfast but... yeah the ball is good." He half smiled at her, and when they finally separated, he strode up to his dorm, throwing himself on the bed and letting out a happy sigh.

_______

" So have you decided if you want to go to the ball or not?" Lily asked Y/n curiously,  while enjoying her omelette.

" Yeah.. I guess I`ll go." Y/n didn`t want to tell anyone just yet about her and Sirius. I mean sure he did mention they are going as friends, but still, she wasn`t feeling comfortable being teased by her friends.

" You can come with me and James. I`ll tell him that you didn`t want to bring anyone, and you`ll just be with us both." She smiled, placing her hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.

Bless her, Y/n thought. Lily was such a nice person. No wonder almost everyone was in love with her.

" Thanks Lils, I really appreciate you for that but I`ll be ok."

Down the Gryffindor table, sat the 4 marauders, deep in their stories. Only, no one noticed how one of them, specifically a black haired boy was not fully invested in their friends, but was rather busy staring at a certain girl, talking and laughing with her red headed best friend.

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There were no more than 4 hours left until the dance officially began. The whole Hogwarts was beautifully decorated with garlands, Christmas themed colors, and the Great Hall had been enchanted to look like a crystal palace. It was magical.

Sirius was getting ready, alongside his boys, growing nervous by the minute. He never told them who he was taking to the ball, which made it even more suspenseful. When they were all ready, the 4 boys descended down the stairs, awaiting their partners in the common room. Sirius saw how one by one every one of his friends had met their respective partner, leaving him wondering when his would arrive already.

" Oi Padfoot. Where is your girl mate?" James asked curiously. The others turned their attention away from their dates and focused on him. He gulped slowly, shrugging more visibly, acting cool.

" Getting ready. Probably trying to look good for me you know? That takes time." He said cockily.

When he saw Lily walk down the stairs, he truly hoped Y/n would be by her side, but to his disappointment, she was alone. He heard James let out a low whistle.

Sirius waited for James to approach his date and compliment her, and after he was done, he pulled her to the side.

" Where`s Y/n?" He whispered in her ear. Lily widened her eyes, now understanding who her friend was going with. Sirius put a finger to his lips, signaling to her he did not want his friends about his mysterious girl.

" She`ll be ready in a few." She whispered back, running back to her date.

" Pads let`s go already. She`ll come." Reassured his best friend. He sighed defeatedly, trailing behind them.

When they reached the Great Hall, it was unrecognizable. The ceiling was bewitched to have falling snow, that stopped halfway down, there was a large empty space in the middle, dedicated to dancing and instead of the classic 4  long tables, now there were round tables, that could fit 4 people each.

Sirius sat down at a table with James and Lily. He glanced at the empty seat next to him, hoping his date would show up already.

He was growing impatient, and was ready to leave the ball, but just then, Lily pointed at the door, bringing his attention to the newcomer.

Y/n was there, standing almost still, taking in deep breaths. Her eyes were searching for her partner, whom was admiring her dearly. She was utterly beautiful. She wore a red long dress, slimming down her figure, but at the same time hugging her curves in an elegant way. Her shiny hair was curled in loose curls, letting them out and allowing them to frame her face in a way not many people have seen her.

Sirius was admiring her with so much awe, that he in fact forgot he had to go get her. So when Lily slightly pinched his arm, he got up and paced towards her.  Upon his arrival, Y/n checked him out from head to toe, widening her eyes.

" My lady, you look absolutely splendid in this dress." He complimented using his posh accent, making her giggle.

" You as well. I could even say I am amazed by your choice of clothing." Y/n wasn`t used to seeing Sirius in anything formal, so seeing him in a suit, acting so politely, it felt so out of character for him.

He put his hand out, waiting for her to link arms so he could walk her to their table. She obliged, shyly doing so.

When they reached the other couple, Lily gushed.

" Y/n, you look sooo gorgeous. I told you red is your color."

" Thanks Li. I wasn`t sure I could pull this but I wasn`t left with many other options so..."

James locked eyes with Sirius, smirking at him. He had talked to Lily before about those two and how they both like eachother. Now it seemed something was finally happening.

" Prongs, this is my date, Y/n, you know her already." Sirius introduced, putting a hand on her lower back.

" Yeah of course I do. Good evening miss Y/L/n. You look delightful indeed. I hope you will enjoy your evening with this baboon. If he does something irritating, I shall know." He spoke jokingly, making both girls laugh. Sirius only rolled his eyes, and gestured to Y/n to take a seat.

_____

3 hours later and the ball was going amazing. Y/n and Sirius had been at the table almost the whole time, with the exception of Sirius and the few occasions when he rose to fetch Y/n and himself a drink, or of course when his friends dragged him to dance with them. Sirius tried getting Y/n on the dance floor, but she declined. She wasn`t feeling confident in her dance skills and didn`t think she wanted to embarrass Sirius so she preferred to watch only.

There wasn`t much left of the ball, and Sirius knew that. Midnight was slowly approaching, and with that, a few songs left. He told her he would make her night magical and so far all she did was sit at the table and munch on snacks and talk to James or Lily.

Sirius turned towards her, clasping both her hands in his, getting up and gently dragging her towards the dancefloor. If he were to ask her, she would`ve denied. So he figured he needed to use a different, more bold approach. She protested, shaking her head in distress. Sirius only grinned, finally arriving on the dance floor with her.

" Sirius, please no.."

" Y/n, please yes."  He imitated her amused. Sirius gave her puppy eyes, begging for her to join him for at least one dance.  He moved her hand and wrapped them around his neck, followed by his hands falling around her waist. He brought her closer to him, their faces almost touching. He locked eyes with her sparkling ones, enjoying the moment together. They swayed simply on the dance floor, although the rhythm of the current song playing was a bit up beat. It didn`t matter. This was better than to rush things.

At one point Y/n dared to rest her forehead on his shoulder, at which Sirius allowed his head to fall slowly on top of hers. If anyone was watching them, they could easily mistake them for a real couple. The only problem was, they were not.

When the song finished, Y/n reluctantly pulled away, heading back to their table. She was feeling quite tired and even though she enjoyed her evening, she wished to go to sleep.

" Hey, where are you going?" Sirius questioned rapidly, noticing how she was pulling her chair back in its place.

" I am tired. I had so much fun, really. But I`m sleepy." She yawned, proving her point. Sirius nodded in understatement, rubbing the back of his neck.

" Let me escort you out." He offered, like a true gentleman. The truth was, he was feeling so good with her, he wished they could spend more time together. She smiled gratefully, leading them out of the Great Hall.

They wandered the empty cold corridors alone, enjoying eachother`s presence. They were walking closely to one another, so close that from time to time their hands would brush against eachother. Sirius deciding to be bold, he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together. Y/n blushed, but didn`t pull away.

Once they reached the common room, Y/n slowly pulled her hand away, stepping on the first stair towards her dorm. Now she was slightly taller than Sirius but not with much.

" Thank you for tonight. You kept your promise."

" Ah, it was nothing. I could`ve done better honestly. But I thank YOU for accepting my pathetic one last minute invitation."

" It was a bit pathetic I`ll agree." Y/n teased, trying to rile him up.

" I am offended. But you at least had fun. I bet it beats whatever it was you were reading." He defended.

" Yeah sure believe what you want." She rolled her eyes playfully.

There was a minute of silence, in which neither of them knew what to say to fill the quiet room.

" Right so.. I will go now." Y/n was ready to retreat to her room finally but Sirius stopped her.

" Wait... I- well. I don`t think you got the full experience just yet."

" What do you mean by tha-"

It was like Sirius had been given a big shot of adrenaline and he got the courage to just kiss her. He made sure not to go too hard on her, in case she was not ready. Y/n was taken by surprise, and she didn`t know how it happened. One second she was ready to leave and now here she was, kissing Sirius Orion Black. It felt like the sweetest thing he has ever tasted, to him. So sweet and innocent. He couldn`t get enough of this. Though he felt like he was pushing his luck, so he pulled away.

" That`s enough for a  first time. More of this tomorrow."

" What`s tomorrow?" She asked dumbfounded.

" Our official date." He winked.

And with that, they split ways, both dazed by eachother.

[aissa-snapped]

"Or perhaps in Slytherin you`ll make your real friends"

Summary: Being placed in the house of the serpent in the 70`s does not come with welcome faces from the other houses, especially if you`re a transfer student from afar. Being the target for bullying is easy, and that`s when you need to have a protector.

Word count: 3051

Being new at school was not an easy thing. It was hard enough to get used to the huge castle, nevermind integrating in one of the various cliques. Making friends was a whole different situation. Since this was your fifth year, everyone at school already knew each other, so then weaving your way through the hallways always felt as if you were walking down a road full of people watching from all sides, studying your face, your body language, every small misstep. You were surely feeling under a lot of pressure. And as if this wasn't just about enough, there was that one other detail: the rumors.

The moment the students at Hogwarts have been told that for the first time ever they will be joined by an Ilvermorny girl, surprise was  ever so present in the Great Hall. The panicked girl entered the room with quiet little steps, peering up no higher from her shoes, scared of all the new strange faces she might be encountering. The sorting process was over and she was finally able to sit down with her new classmates. The sorting hat had been very clear when placing her in the "evil house" and made sure to add a note for everyone to hear. That she had great abilities, but the tendency of her family always choosing the dark  could very easily lead her on the wrong side. People started connecting the dots, ultimately realizing that this shy girl belonged to one of the first pureblood families of Great Britain, whose close connections also happened to be to the Dark Lord.

It's been a month or so, and yet, all students, especially the Gryffindors, whilst passing by you, would throw you snares and glares as if you murdered their entire family. Their only reason to do so was because it was believed by all that your parents were getting involved in the dirty tasks thrown by the Dark Lord, and by extension, you too would become a follower of him. Truth is, you had no idea if your parents really did become death eaters. You were told by your parents that you would have to move continents due to your father's job, but you never questioned it any further.

It did hurt you, watching all your peers laughing with each other, causing chaos, meanwhile you were struggling to find your classes and avoid harassment. Being the daughter of said death eaters, it did not help your case the fact that the old wonky hat placed you in Slytherin. If anything, this was fuel to the rival house to pick at you even more. You couldn't say you befriended anyone from your house in particular, but at least there, you were left alone, with no one to call you a dark witch or an evil creature, which, was the bare minimum, but for now you were satisfied with it.

You were rushing to get within the safety of your common room, seeing as your classes for today were finished and you wished to sit down on the couch and read a good book about constellations.

Your trip was shortly cut by a student, which appeared to have some scarlet colors going down the inside of his robes. He was standing right in the middle of the hallway, blocking your way. You weren't quite sure if he was trying to stop you from leaving or maybe he was just waiting for someone else, but you gathered up the courage to resume your steps, quickly trying to get past the guy, however he moved from his previous legs wide spread stance and leaped to the side, in front of you, placing his right arm on the wall leaning against it.

You gulped, you knew where this was going. Another round of insults. You sighed, pretending to not be phased by his actions, which only made him laugh.

" Where are you going? Running to your non-existent friends, plotting your next murder, or just running to your room, crying to your mommy and daddy?" He mocked the last part, using a forced baby voice.

You sat there with a poker face, struggling not to show him your weak side. You turned your head to the other side, planning an escape. If you just took 2 steps to the right, and then started running, you could make it to your common room. But it seemed as if your bully had caught onto your plans, and pushed his half leaning body off the wall, giving him full strength to block any escape plans you might have.

" What, now you can't speak? You've spoken so many curses your tongue has been poisoned?" The stranger student forced a laugh, trying to intimidate you even further.

You furrowed your eyebrows, showing distress. Maybe he would notice your bad mood and leave you alone. Unfortunately, that was not the case. At a quick glance, you moved your eyes, frantically scanning the boy's face. The feature that was out shadowed all the others were the glasses. Round spectacles framing the boy's eyes, enhancing his features. If it wasn't for his behavior, you would surely develop a crush on him.

You refrained yourself from falling for his looks, and remembered your situation. You didn't want to respond to the insults, knowing that could cause even more damage. All you wished was to relax for a bit, why was this happening?

" Look, all I want to do is go to my room and read ok?" You sighed defeteadly, showing him signs of vulnerability, in hopes he would lose interest in the conversation and move on. Instead, it seemed as if your answer only made him more determined to harass you.

" Ah yes I get it. The book of curses perhaps? Or maybe some transfiguration spells. How to transform someone in a toad? A classic." He tsked, and without any hesitation he swiftly removed the bag from your shoulder in which you were keeping  your books, thrusting his hand and fishing out a randomly caught book. You let out a groan, trying to reach for your bag but he only took a few steps backwards and held onto your bag tighter. This was going nowhere.

All of a sudden, you heard some steps coming from another corridor. You were hoping it would be a Slytherin, maybe that person could save you now.

" Prongs? What are you doing? We said we would go to the shrieking sha- Hey what's going on?" You saw a rather slim boy, with dark and slightly wavy hair, arriving at your bully's aid. He frowned his brows, confusion being the only emotion you could see on his face.

" Oh Pads, yeah I was about to come but I've encountered this one wandering the halls." The black haired boy rolled his eyes at his friend's antics, grabbing the book he was holding with his hand in mid air, and handing it back to you, alongside your bag.

You let out a small thank you, that you could bet was barely hearable, and smiled at your savior.

" OI COME ON PADFOOT. You just gave the enemy the power back." The so called 'Prongs ' complained, pouting to his friend.

" Hi I'm Sirius. Excuse my friend over there. He's James. He can be totally cool, but it's that time of the month for him you know." He joked, holding his hand out for you to shake. You gently smiled up at him, offering him a friendly handshake. You were about to pull your hand away from the greeting but at an unexpected moment, he instead cupped your hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on it. You blushed shyly, averting your eyes to his friend instead, whom was rolling his eyes and scoffing at the sight of you too.

" Alright alright if you're done with all this rubbish Padfoot, can we go now?" The brown haired boy asked, clearly annoyed by his friend stopping him from harassing you.

" Yeah we can go. Bye beautiful." Sirius winked, giving you a grin and turning away from you, putting a hand over his friend's shoulders and steering him away from your path. You blinked, relieved that you can finally have a break now and be left alone. You gathered your items and rushed to the common room

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Over the next few weeks you slowly started to meet new people and interact with them. There was one Slytherin in particular that you have befriended and started talking to him almost on a daily basis. You had a few classes with him, and since he knew you were new, he would help you around the castle, so you would no longer get lost. The boy was charming, to say the least. His grayish eyes made you melt whenever he would glance your way and try to talk to you. His black curly hair fitted his complexity and gave him a unique look. You couldn't count on your fingers how many times you've imagine running your hands through his locks.

" Hey Y/N, are you free this afternoon? I was thinking maybe we could study for astronomy together? I remember you telling me that you love stars, but you don't know a lot about them. Only if you want to..." The tall slim boy asked shyly, sitting down next to you at the Slytherin table, grabbing a cup of pumpkin juice and sipping from it slowly, waiting for an answer.

You bit your lip, bringing your attention on him instead of your meal." Yeah sure, Regulus, we can do that. And I could use some help too you know. I am not that good at constellations." You nervously laughed, making him join in with you.

" Don't worry, that's my speciality. I will teach you everything I know." He gave you a grin, placing a hand over your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body.

You then proceeded to enjoy your meal together, not noticing how from afar, a certain Gryffindor was watching you too sharply, glaring at his brother.

You were sitting under a tree, providing you with some shade, waiting for Regulus. Books laid by your side, your eyes observed the Black lake, watching some birds diving in to gather some water, and cool down slightly. This place was magical. You could also notice the protruding castle in the distance, dominating the landscape with its beauty.

However, your little alone time was disturbed by some boyish voices you could hear from the distance, approaching rapidly towards you. Lifting your body slightly up from where it was rested on the tree trunk, you could clearly see two familiar boys coming your way. You groaned, already sensing some drama coming.

" All alone here, are we?" Asked James, raising his eyebrows at you.

" So what?" You snapped back, having have had enough of his antics.

You saw Sirius give you an annoyed look, but ignoring you completely. James however, seemed to enjoy bothering you.

" If you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could leave me alone. I'm expecting someone." You stood up, brushing off any dirt or leaves off your robes, grabbing your books and getting ready to leave your spot in case the two oafs would not leave you alone any time soon.

" Who's coming then? " Pressed James, who was seemingly getting more curious.

" Why should you know? It's not your business." You muttered, now taking a few steps and preparing to leave the boys. However, they were in your way, not letting you pass. You tried to push your way through the two teenagers, to no avail.

" What is your problem? " You cried out." Just leave me alone already." You complained.

" Yeah we could but, where would be the fun in that?" James smirked, forcing a laugh and hitting Sirius on the shoulder.

The latter boy has been silent ever since he has arrived here. He would glance at you and then back at James, switching his gaze depending on who was talking.

You wished someone would come and help you out.

" Hey what's going on here?" Shouted Regulus, jogging towards you at a fast pace. He quickly inspected the scene, coming to the realization that you were cornered. Before you even got to blink, Regulus was at your side, placing a protective yet a supportive arm around your waist, taking one step in front of you.

" Ah so it's him. You're hanging out with my brother. Now on a second thought it makes sense. You both are evil. Just the perfect match." Sirius snapped, speaking directly to you for the first time in days.

" So what? Unlike others, he was the only one to actually help me out and not BULLY me." You emphasized the word, throwing a dirty look towards James.

He scoffed, giving you a lop sided smile. " Oh come on, I was just joking around. I didn't mean it." He tried to defend himself.

" Yeah well words hurt. And especially when you're in a new place and you have nobody." You raised your voice, trying to stop yourself from getting even more involved in this subject. Regulus could tell your emotions were unstable, and so he squeezed your side, assuring you that he is here for you.

" If you're forgetting, I was not rude to you. I even helped you. But I guess we forget small acts of kindness like that when we focus only on the bad parts." Sirius trailed off, frowning at the ground, kicking a nearby rock and crossing his arms like a pouty child.

" Yeah ok let's break this down. " Regulus responded, dragging you from that place and taking you up another path off the beaten track. You turned around one last time, giving Sirius a sympathetic look, which in your head meant you acknowledged his help but in your memory it was overshadowed by James' bevahior, and then focusing back on the road ahead.

You walked with Regulus a few minutes, him assuring he placed a distance between yourselves and the boys. When you reached the entrance of the forest, he stopped, finding a perfect place for him to sit down, and so he did. You followed, taking a seat next to him. By the time you arrived in this far away hidden place, the sun was already setting, and you were able to see some rising stars.

Regulus started pointing at a few stars, explaing to you their names and meanings.

" See and that's the big dipper. Easily visible with the naked eye. And  see right there? That's Cassiopeia. Oh and one of my favorites. Andromeda. You know that's also a galaxy right? Closest to ours actually." He confidently spoke, impressing you. It was obvious he was in love with the stars and really loved studying them. You could get used to having these star gazing meeting with him regularly.

You smiled at him, feeling genuine content for the first time in months since you've moved here. " Yeah I see them. All of them. Really beautiful, all of them are." You agreed with him. You both spent a few minutes in pure silence, when you heard the boy sigh besides you.

" Look, I didn't just want to come out here and talk about stars. I was... Well, I was going to ask you out....perhaps." He trailed off, nervousness being the dominant emotion you could sense coming from him.

"Truth is, I saw you the very first day you came here. I didn't approach you until later because I was.. Studying you. Trying to figure out what kind of person you are. I cannot call myself  friendly and social for a reason. I choose the people I surround myself with carefully. And, well, I sensed something inside you. And I really hope this is not going to make you turn away from me, but I truly think you are very beautiful. " He took a break, gathering his thoughts and arranging his words carefully next. Taking a deep breath, he continued." I saw how my brother and his git of friend treated you. Maybe that's what triggered me and pushed me to talk to you. I couldn't just leave you fend for yourself. Look- I just.. I wanted to tell you how I feel because it was eating me up. So.. There's that. " He chuckled, clearly nervous of your reaction. You were speechless, to say the least. There was so much to unpack. You did sense some feelings slowly starting to develop towards the boy, but you weren't sure if it would lead you anywhere. But now that he said it all so forward, now it was different.

" I am.. Shocked. I don't know where I should even start. I have been harboring feelings for you too. But I wasn't sure it was a good idea." Closing your eyes for a moment, you sighed in content. "You seemed so nice the first few times you talked to me, and today when you came and saved me from those two, I really appreciated that. And I want to thank you."

Regulus smiled softly, searching for one of your hands and interlocking your fingers with his. You felt him caress the back of your palm with his thumb.

" So.. Does that mean.. We.. Both feel the same way? " The boy asked for reassurance. You giggled and nodded your head happily. He rose his torso from the ground, resting his weight on his elbows. You followed his actions, curiously waiting for his next move.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned his head towards you, getting closer to your face.

" Can i.. Can I kiss you?" He questioned timidly, his voice so low you barely heard him. You didn't waste your time giving him a proper answer, and you placed your lips on his. His eyes widened for a second, taken aback by your boldness, but quickly fell in flow with your movements and enjoyed the moment.

It was a simple peck. Ok, maybe it was a bit deeper than a peck, but nevertheless, it was a sweet display of affection that made both Regulus and yourself feel lighter.

You then pulled away from each other, both blushing deeply, and Regulus proceeded with explaining the stars visible on the sky that night.

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A Durmstrang girl-part four

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Warning:18+ smut, exhibtionism, potions class, fingering, 

The Valentine`s dance was truly  a memorable night. Not only did Y/n get to spend some time with Harry, but she also experienced more of Draco`s personality, unbeknownst to Harry of course. And as much as she enjoyed her night with the famous seeker, Y/n couldn`t help but feel guilty at her own actions. Even though she was not technically romantically involved with Harry, she was in some ways leading him on, while also taking refuge in Draco`s welcoming and lustful arms.

The weekend was finally here, welcome by all students and teachers. After the dance, a mini break from school and homework was  well deserved. A beautiful Saturday morning, sun shining all the grounds, rays of light hitting all corridors at Hogwarts. It was delightful.

Y/n slept in late, more than usual, so much that when she finally woke up, she had missed breakfast. But it was one of the least concerns of her, seeing that lunch would be served in about two hours. And so she had time to get ready, following into her slow routine, not having a reason to rush. It has been well over two months since she has last talked to her parents, considering they were busy people, the same people who would buy little Y/n all the things she has ever asked for to please her and ensure her happiness, since they had no time for such childish activities such as playing dolls with her.

She decided it was time to send her ‘dear’ parents a letter, from her initiative, since waiting around for them to send a message would mean another two months passing by.

Kjære foreldre, vi har ikke snakket sammen på så lenge, og jeg savner deg virkelig. Jeg håper vi ses snart. Livet mitt her er bra.

Jeg får nye venner, og skolen er ganske enkel.

Hvordan går det hjemme?

Vi snakkes...

(Dear parents, we haven't talked in so long and i really miss you. I hope we will see each other soon. My life here is good. I am making new friends, and school is pretty easy. How is everything back home?)

 Y/n decided that she will slowly head towards the Great hall, hoping to be early so she can grab a good seat. From previous experience, the girl knew that during lunch, the hall is filled with almost the whole school, making it extremely difficult to  find a seat.

On her way there, she met with a few of her classmates, greeting them with a soft hello and a wave. She admired the architecture of the castle, and how the rays of sunshine would add a touch of light and happiness to the otherwise dull and cold corridors.

Upon entering the hall, Y/n`s eyes unintentionally fell over the Gryffindor table, instantly locking eyes with Harry, who was already getting up from the table, and running towards the girl.

“ Hi Y/n. H-how are you?” He asked hastily.

“ I am fine. A bit hungry tho. And you?”

“ Brilliant.” He paused for a second. “ Look, next week there is a Quiddtich match and I was just thinking… I would really love it if you came along. You know, to cheer on me maybe?” He questioned shyly, his cheeks turning red.

Y/n grinned, amused by the boy`s reaction, and the effect she has on him. However, she remembered her dark little secret with Draco, making a small frown materialize on her face for a few seconds, before hiding it.

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A Durmstrang girl-part three

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Valentine`s day is here and Y/n feels guilty for rejecting Malfoy. What happens when they meet at the ball? Will she be able to talk to him? But more importantly, what happens when they find themselves alone in an empty classroom?

Valentine`s day was approaching. Boys all around Hogwarts were trying to get dates for the Valentine`s Dance. This time of the year was one of the most fascinating and magical moments to be present. The atmosphere was romantic, since all teenagers were searching for that special someone to spend their time with. Those lucky few that were already paired up could relax and fantasize about the outfits they would be showing off, and others were in a haze, trying to desperately find a partner.

Y/n has not been hit by the craze of finding a partner. And quite frankly, she was even considering not going, for instead she could easily spend her time reading, or sleeping.

She was currently heading towards the Great hall, hoping to get a good breakfast. She was ravenous, hoping she could get a piece of pumpkin pie, and maybe some roasted potatoes. As she was about to step inside the hall, she heard running behind her, afterwards feeling someone resting their hand  on her shoulder.

She curiously turned around, inspecting the person stopping her from advancing in the Great hall, only to find Harry himself taking a breath as if he was preparing himself to do something irrational.

“ Oh hello Harry. What can I help you with?” She asked nicely, trying to cover her bothersomeness from the fact that she was starving and the conversation that was about to take place would only lose her more of her precious time  from enjoying a nice warm meal.

“ Uh well.. I-…I was just wondering if maybe… You wanted to… bemyvalentine?” He rushed asking,  in the last part jumbling the words together. He was a nervous wreck. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, not having understood what he said at first but quickly deciphering what he meant. She let out a silent `oh` as she started fiddling around with the hem of her robes. She suddenly got nervous, not knowing what to think. It was her first time being asked out. She wasn`t even considering going. And now here she was, not being able to refuse.

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A Durmstrang girl-part two

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After Y/n falls in rhythm with the routine at Hogwarts, she finds herself running late past curfew, hoping not to get caught. Luck isn`t on her side unfortunately, and she happens to meet up with one of the people she trying to avoid. She needs to find a way to convince Draco not to give her detention. Seducing might just work.

Over the past few days, the Slytherin boys kept going over ways to impress the Durmstrang new transfer student, and hopefully even impress her. Mattheo has tried being nice to her and help her with homework. Though this tactic seemed good, Y/n was only grateful for his aid and did not want to get too close to the guy, seeing as he seemed they type to only play with a girl`s heart. So she kept her distance as much as possible.

On the other hand, the other boy, Draco, was really going through her mind recently. They ended up being partners and so they had to socialize with one another constantly. Draco was not used to conversing with people of the opposite gender, unless he had in mind only one thing, which was to fuck and then dismiss of them.

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Y/n was in Potions, working on the Draught of living dead potion with Draco. Both of them were gathering the ingredients they needed, mixing and stirring the potion in turns.

“ Pass me the Valerian Root.” Draco mumbled, nudging the girl with his elbow. She lifted her head, turning her attention towards the Slytherin. She gave him a quick nod and obliged, handing him the said plant. When he went to grab the roots, their hands slightly touched, making the girl feel a spark of energy at the contact.  She quickly pulled her hand back, and proceeded on cutting the Sopophorous bean.

After Draco was finished with the Valerian, he noticed the girl struggling to cut up the beans. He slightly chuckled, letting her struggle for a bit longer, curious to see if she would ask for his help.

The girl was hoping to finish up with the annoying beans, however, they kept jumping around, out of her hand. She huffed and turned to Draco, watching him pour in the powdered root of asphodel and completely ignoring her. Although, she could see that he was glancing at her from the corner of his eye, but quickly turning back to what he was doing. Y/n was fast to notice a little smirk forming on his face. After a few more minutes have passed, she finally spoke up.

“ Well, are you going to help me or not?” She interrogated, placing her hands on her waist impatiently. At that, he rose his eyebrows, pausing whatever he was doing to give her his full attention. “ With what?” He asked dumbfounded, pretending to not acknowledge the struggle she was going through. At his stupid response, she groaned and pointed with her hands at the idiotic beans that were now nicely seated on the table.

“ I can`t figure out how to cut up those bloody things.  And I thought you would notice my struggle but apparently I am too invisible for you.” She complained, rubbing her forehead and sighing, exaggerating her suffering.

He chuckled, softly grabbing the athame that was sitting on the table and stepping behind the girl, slightly surprising her at the bold closeness. His hand went around her, making sure not to touch her, but only trap her between his arms. He brought his head close to her neck, trying to look over her shoulder at the beans, and went ahead and showed her the technique on how to cut them. The girl couldn`t help but stare at his hands, working  diligently. After he was finished, he put down the knife, and freed the girl from between his chest and table, allowing her to let out a breath she has been holding in.

“ Use the edge of the knife to crush them. Yeah?” He explained, in a fatherly tone. Embarassed, she only nodded, not daring to look at him. Draco only chuckled, ruffling her hair.

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A Durmstrang girl

Part two here

Hogwarts is facing the arrival of a new student. She can only hope she will get along with everyone, and make friends.

The Great Hall was one of the noisiest places in the whole castle. It was also the only room where all houses sat together, putting aside their misunderstandings,  deliberately ignoring the house rivals` sneering faces and enjoying the warm meal the house elves prepared for all the pupils and staff members.

  It was the beginning of a new year, and with the new start of term came along new complications. But students couldn`t care less about the outside world, as at the moment everyone was focusing on the delicious food ahead of them.

  At the Slytherin table, you could see all the cliques that have formed over the years sitting close by, chatting, gossiping, occasionally making fun of other students, especially Gryffindors. At the very far end, a very loud and obnoxious group could be heard. It was the infamous Slytherin Squad. It consisted of the fastest chaser Hogwarts has ever had, Blaise Zabini, followed by famous ladies man, Theo Nott, sitting close by Mattheo Riddle, and last but not least, seated at the end of the table, was the leader of the most feared group at Hogwarts, the one perceived as the Slytherin prince and worshipped by his peers: Draco Lucius Malfoy. Although his usual quiet temper was the more dominant trait that he let others see, his authority gave him enough power to only say a word and make the others listen to him just like some puppies. And that`s what he loved about this privilege. He only needed to lift a hand, and the others would stop their bickering to turn all their attention towards the dominant figure always following close by.

 This particular evening was one of a suspensful air. The teachers were all sharing looks of curiosity and uncertainty. It felt as if there was something missing from the scene. But after a few moments, when the famous headmaster left the Great hall and returned with a feeble body of a 15 year old girl by his side every soul in the hall paused what they were doing, to turn and look at the new strange person that has just entered. Draco, who was previously chatting with Blaise, arguing on whether or not duckweed is used in a sleeping potion, couldn`t help but befall curious to the new personality that has entered the hall. He noticed the way she was gazing at everything, how her eyes were scanning the room with such innocence and beauty. Dumbledore led the girl towards the front, where a stool that had an old looking hat sitting on it was waiting for her to sort her out.

  “ Students, this has come in a short notice I`m afraid, but nonetheless I want you all to welcome our newest transfer student here. She has come a long way, from the far north Durmstrang, so please be kind and help her accommodate.” He imposed, letting his hand that was resting on her shoulder slide away as he stepped aside, watching the hat get placed on her head sort her into a house.

 The sorting did not think for a long time, before confidently making up his answer:  “ Well there is no denying here. No other house more fitting for you other than SLYTHERIN” The long table full of prideful Slytherins all cheered, making the new girl cover away from all the attention even more. She sat down next to a girl with a medium dark brown bob, complimented by a short fringe that was only enhancing the girl`s perky cheekbones. She was indeed beautiful. Without much of a thought, she decided to at least make an attempt at befriend someone here. So he tapped her shoulder, waiting for the girl to turn around. And so when she finally did, she presented herself.

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A succesful raid

Summer is here again so that can only mean one thing. Raids are littering England as usual and nobody is safe anymore. Especially not young women who have no power to protect themselves against the brutal vikings.

It was that time of the year again. The time when Wessex was infested with raiding parties coming from the North. All villages in the northmen`s way were thrashed and destroyed, leaving little to no survivors to tell the story of one of the most brutal people England has ever seen. Ever since the infamous Ragnar Lothbrok, the mass induced stress of being raided by the Vikings at any moment has installed amongst the people, leading to the older generations teaching the children what to do in case of such an invasion happened.

So here you were, hiding in the stables, behind a hay rack, praying to the Lord these heathens would leave already. You had no idea when you would be clear to come out of your improvised hiding, however, you had zero room for mistakes so it was for the best to just remain inside.

     This morning started off as any other. We were with the other girls at the river collecting some water. We were laughing, playing around. It was only around noon, when we heard hooves sounds and screams coming from the woods. By now, this was a conditioned behavior and everybody who heard it already knew what was coming.

 Screams, blood, bodies dropping to the ground. Was all that became of the village.

     Now you were here, hoping your family is somewhere safe, since you haven`t seen them since earlier this morning. You were holding in your breath, when you were able to see shadows approaching the stables. You cursed under your breath, thinking that these filthy pagans would for sure try to steal the horses for their own personal use.

   ”LET ME GO. IN THE NAME OF CHRIST LET ME GO”. You heard from outside. The voice was way too familiar. It was your father struggling to convince the raiders to leave.

    “ And why would we do that?” This time, the voice sounded strange. It was clearly one of the Vikings, his accent coming out when pronouncing the words. If it wasn`t for the situation you were in, you could even admit his voice sounded raspy and maybe… even pleasant.

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