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athedemonsqueen · 1 year

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Not Today, My Prince

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: Mature language, sexual content

The raid was a complete success, and the festivities continued in Kattegat, with throngs of locals joining the Viking’s celebrations, trying to catch a glimpse of the victorious men. The music was booming, and the drinks flowed like liquid gold as Lottie sat with the Ragnarsson brothers, perched between Sigurd and Ubbe, while Ivar and Hvitserk sat across from them.

Lottie squealed, the atmosphere infecting her being. “What a raid, boys! The Ragnarsson name is truly becoming something of legend.” She praised, raising her mead in a toast.

The boys let out their cheers, raising their cups in agreement. As the men clinked their cups, Sigurd threw an arm around Lottie, alcohol and adrenaline pumping through his veins. “It was incredible out there! We could not be stopped!” He cried, his arm tightening around Lottie’s shoulders.

Lifting his drink to his mouth, Ivar froze as his icy eyes flickered to the action, taking a swig from his cup with a clenched jaw. “Yes, it was fucking incredible.” Ubbe and Hvitserk grinned at each other, sipping their drinks slowly.

Clearing his throat, Ubbe leant in close, encouraging the others to huddle in. “We would’ve been better if somebody could throw an axe,” Ubbe whispered with a smirk, peeking up at his brothers.

The group sniggered amongst themselves until Hvitserk paused. A frown on his face, he pushed Ubbe hard enough to knock him off his chair. “Oh, fuck off! My hand slipped!” Everyone laughed; even Ivar let out a chuckle as Ubbe dusted himself off the floor, shrugging with a smile.

Lottie’s laugh was contagious, a melody that echoed within your head, and Ivar couldn’t look away from her. Her eyes danced with flames and her smile glowed brighter than it. She was a sight to behold.

Noticing Ivar’s stare, Sigurd rolled his eyes. “You still chasing after my girl, Ivar?” he drawled, his speech slurred as he dropped his empty cup to the floor. Ivar snapped out of his daydream and glared at his smug brother.

Noticing the tension grow, Lottie shook Sigurd’s arm off her shoulders. “I’m not your girl anymore, Sigurd,” she reminded him, but he hummed.

The atmosphere became stiff, and the people around the group quietened, their attention focused on Ivar and Sigurd, who locked gazes, neither one prepared to back down. Abruptly, Sigurd chuckled to himself. “You’ve probably imagined fucking her before if what I’ve heard from your room has anything to do with it,” he sneered, laughter sounding from the onlookers. However, his brothers didn’t snigger, and neither did Lottie. They all knew that this would end poorly.

Shaking her head, Lottie downed her drink. “Sigurd, that’s enough,” Lottie warned, glancing at a trembling Ivar, his hands clenched on the table, his veins rising to the surface.

Sigurd ignored her, leaning across the table into Ivar’s face, his breath reeking of mead and meat. “Imagine her lying bare on the bed before you, dripping wet because she needs you so badly.”

Hvitserk placed a hand on Ivar’s shoulder, whispering pleas for him to remain calm in his ear. Yet, Ivar shook off the hand with a snarl. “You better stop, brother,” Ivar growled, his face flushed.

“Her moans echoing all around you as her tight, little pussy wraps around your throbbing cock… it’s pure heaven, I’ll tell you that.” The once giggling crowd had gone silent as Lottie stared at Sigurd in disbelief, shocked he would speak of her in such a way, especially since she was beside him. “But guess what, Ivar? You will never experience this for yourself, as someone like her would never go for a boneless cripple like you.” Sigurd scoffed, waving his arm in his youngest brother’s direction. “You can’t even get it to work anyway.”

Ivar launched himself out of his seat, only being pulled back by Hvitserk and Ubbe before he could wrap his hands around his older brother’s neck and squeeze the life from him. “Don’t you dare speak about her like that, you piece of fucking shit!”

Sigurd just laughed and stumbled away, collecting his empty cup off the floor and ignoring a screaming Ivar and a frustrated Lottie.

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The obnoxious celebrations and sloshed partygoers were doing nothing for Lottie’s thumping headache. Sigurd was out of line with how he spoke to Ivar and talked about her. As much as she wanted to leave this place and forget this horrid night, she needed to make sure Ivar was okay.

Putting her ear to the closed door of Ivar’s room, and not hearing the tell-tale noises of swearing and smashing, Lottie knew it was safe to enter. Tip-toeing into the room, Lottie raised a brow as she found a shirtless Ivar perched on the end of his bed, head in his hands, tense and trembling.

Hearing her tentative footsteps, wide electric blue eyes met her concerned ones, his body slumping slightly. “Lottie, what are you doing in here?”

Lottie shrugged, a gentle smile decorating her face. “Thought that I would come and find you… talk to you about what happened out there.” She mumbled, twiddling her fingers as she watched the cripple stiffen again.

Ivar shook his head, a scowl on his lips. “It is not you who needs to worry about it. Sigurd was a prick; he should not have said that about you. Ever.” He spat, making Lottie giggle.

“No arguments from me.” She huffed, plopping down on the bed beside him, a creak echoing in the room.

The two stared ahead of them, saying nothing, until Ivar sighed, pushing his braids out of his face. He bit his lip, ripping the sensitive skin as his fingers drummed on the bed. “You know it’s true, right?” He whispered, staring at the flicking fire in the corner of his room as if the flames would engulf him at any moment.

The hairs on her neck stood tall as she raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the worried Prince. “What’s true?” Lottie questioned, her breath unsteady.

Ivar’s leg was twitching as he bounced it up and down, his eyes locked on the blaze, afraid to look at the woman beside him. “That I admire you…” He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Well, ‘admire’ is a weak term. I’m in love with you!” He rambled so fast Lottie could barely understand the maddening man.

“Slow down, Viking!” Lottie laughed, a hand landing on Ivar’s trembling leg, causing his eyes to widen. “But yes, I knew this was true.” She admitted, giving him a cheeky grin.

Ivar froze as if ice water had drenched him from head to toe. “For fuck sakes… seriously? It was that obvious?” He groaned, pulling the ends of his hair.

Lottie giggled. “Besides the fact that you stare at me anytime I am close, you have a guard ‘secretly’ supervise me at all times, and you slaughter any man that dares approach me… yes, Ivar, you are kind of obvious.”

Lottie tilted her head, hair draping down her back as she observed the crestfallen Ragnarrson, who had thrown himself down on the bed beside her, covering his icy eyes. Besides the dull cheering ringing from behind the closed door, silence filled the room. Sitting up straight, Lottie cleared her throat. “So, if we’re spilling secrets, I should probably admit mine.”

Ivar refused to uncover his face. “You have a secret?” She hummed in reply, staring at Ivar with a grin he could not see. A harsh breath escaped him. “Well, what is it? It could not be more embarrassing than my ‘not-so-secret’ secret.” He snorted.

“I think you’re pretty cute.” The man shot straight up, wide saucers for eyes as he gazed at Lottie. She admitted, her grin becoming a broad smile at Ivar’s reaction.

“Are you fucking with me?” Ivar whispered, his jaw dropping low.

Laughing, Lottie shook her head. “No, I’m not fucking with you.” She stated, standing up in front of him, nudging his useless legs apart so she could position herself between them. Ivar choked on air. “I’ve thought you were pretty cute for a while now, but seeing you stand up to Sigurd, getting all angry…” She sighed, shaking her head. “It was sexy.”

She was entrancing him like she always had, but hearing Lottie confess her attraction for him aroused Ivar like nothing had before. His dreams were coming to life before his very eyes.

Her soft hands rested on his bare, shuddering shoulders, feeling them relax under her tender stroking. “And it turned me on…” She paused, contemplating as she stared into his foggy, blue eyes as if searching for an answer. “I want us to fuck, Ivar. I want you buried inside me while I scream your name.”

“Am I dreaming?” he whispered, gazing up as if Lottie was Freya, Goddess of Love and Death, preparing to claim him as her own.

Lottie straddled Ivar’s lap, pressing their bodies together, feeling their hearts beat in unison, hammering like Thor was striking them himself. “Not today, my Prince.”

She could feel his solid erection against her core, making her raise a brow as the rumours surrounding Ivar’s condition have always made her curious. Testing the waters, Lottie firmly ground her hips down in one smooth motion, making Ivar groan, throwing his head back with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, they snapped back open. The realisation that he could be aroused by a woman… by Lottie… was all-consuming. His lips began to tremble, and his jaw slackened. Ivar gazed at the smirking Lottie as if she held the sun and stars only for him. Letting out a deep huff, his hands gripped her hips as she continued her slow movements. “Fuck, Lottie.” He panted, pleasure overtaking all his senses as his head dropped against her stomach.

“Hey,” Lottie whispered, pulling his head back up. Ivar’s eyes were drooped in lust, pupils wholly dilated. “If I’m going to ride you, you will look at me while I do it.”

Ivar thrust up against her on instinct, her sultry words going straight to his throbbing dick.

Leaning down, Lottie placed her lips firmly on Ivar’s. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her flush against his bare chest, grinding up against her as he did. Lottie whined into his mouth, the dominant movement making wetness pool in her trousers. His hands roamed her thighs as their tongues swirled around each other. Lottie’s hands began to wonder, trailing down his broad frame to his cock, giving it a testing squeeze.

Ivar groaned, but pulled Lottie away, making her frown. “Okay, okay… We need to stop.” Ivar wheezed, his eyes avoiding hers as he looked to the ceiling.

Grabbing the Viking’s chin, Lottie stared Ivar dead in the eye. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She questioned, still huffing. “You are Ivar Lothbrok, correct? The man who’s been following me around like a puppy since we met?”

Ivar grumbled, lying back against the bed and covering his eyes. “I know, I know! This is literally my fucking wet dreams coming to life.” He growled, the noise going straight to her core.

Lottie’s thighs felt cold now without Ivar’s warm hands caressing her. “Then, what’s the issue here, Ivar?” She mumbled, confused beyond belief.

Throwing his hands up in the air and slamming them down on the sheets, Ivar let out a yell. “Fucking Sigurd!”

Taken aback, Lottie rose an eyebrow at Ivar, her face forming a snarl. “Sigurd? Sigurd is why you won’t fuck me! Why are you even thinking about him when I’m straddling your hard-on? Desperate to fuck you!” She cried.

Ivar sat up on his forearms, a frown on his face as he looked at the girl of his dreams. “Because he has had you in ways I cannot, that I do not think I can.”

Lottie shook her head with a soft laugh, hair dangling before her eyes as her hands started to move over Ivar’s chest. “You are the object of my desire. You, your inner power, your fighting spirit is what I have craved for many years. I do not want, Sigurd. I want you.” She declared as Ivar’s hands unconsciously moved up her thighs again.

“Yes, but…”

Lottie cut him off. “No but’s.” Removing her hands from Ivar’s chest, Lottie moved up to her shirt, slipping it off her flushed skin. “Right now, it’s you and me.” Ivar was mesmerised once more as more of Lottie’s skin displayed. “There’s no Sigurd…” She whispered, throwing her shirt to the side, leaving her breasts bare before him, peaky nipples hard in the open air. “There’s no other Ragnarsson…” Ivar’s hands trailed up her warm stomach and cupped her chest, making her bite her lip. “It’s just you and me.”

Ivar nodded absently, his fingers circling her nipples as he held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. “Just you and me.”

“That’s right, Lothbrok,” Lottie smirked, reaching beneath her and stroking his erect member. “So, are we going to talk about Sigurd, or are you going to fuck me?” She squeezed him, locking eyes with Ivar, who was struggling to maintain eye contact with her bare breasts in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that the only man’s name you’ll ever be able to say is Ivar.”

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And so I jumped ship to be with you, so that you could save me

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“Touch him and I will ensure that you never see Valhalla.” You threaten the tall, intimidating Viking who had an axe pointed to Sigurd. The man turned and chuckled at your small frame while you firmly held onto your dagger.

“Such deadly weapons do not belong in the hands of women,” he throatily mocked, beginning to play with the axe’s sharp blade.

You smirk slyly as you inch closer to the man. “I agree, this is why you should not be carrying an axe.” And with that, you ever so swiftly rammed your dagger into his neck as blood instantly spewed onto your face. You shoved the man’s body out of your way as he fell on the wooden floor with a heavy thud.

“Although, it was quite unnecessary, thank you, (Y/N).” Sigurd nodded as he smiled at you.

“No worries.” You reply, wiping the blood off your face with the hem of your sleeve. “I swore to protect you and your brothers. No matter how small the circumstances may be.”

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athedemonsqueen · 3 years

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Master List - Complete Works

Long awaited, frequently requested- an attempt at building my master list (at long, long last!!) Here’s hoping this works!! :)

Bjorn Ironside

Imagine Bjorn Being Possessive

Possessive Bjorn Part Two

You belong to me now

Touch Starved Bjorn (Part One)

Imagine Bjorn Lighting Up Around You

Imagine Bjorn finding out you can tell the future and crushing on you

Imagine Bjorn not being able to help himself but brag about you

Imagine calling Bjorn out for boasting about your sex life

Imagine Bjorn stumbling upon your hiding place during a Viking Raid

Imagine Bjorn clocking his brothers flirting with you and Auslaug freaking out because she knows shit is about to go down

Imagine Bjorn Getting Jealous

Imagine Bjorn telling Ragnar about how much he deeply loathes your ex and getting some questionable advice …

Imagine Bjorn catching you moaning his name

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Imagine Bjorn anxiously seeing his brothers try to flirt with you and quietly whispering “fuck” to himself.

Ivar, Ubbe and Bjorn reactions to you getting PregnantVerses not being able to or wanting to have children

Imagine Bjorn Figuring Out You Were Pregnant

Imagine Bjorn Catching Someone Cat-Calling You

Imagine working for your father Floki and Bjorn realising Ivar Has a Crush On You

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

Submissive or Dominant?

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Ragnar

Imagine Ragnar letting his guard down with you

Imagine Ragnar Pining For You

Imagine Ragnar listening to you talk about your crush and being unable to hide how much it worried him that he had been friend zoned

Imagine Feeling Ugly But Ragnar Not Being Able To Understand Why

Imagine Ragnar pretending to entertain the idea of your arranged marriage when he knows DAMN WELL he’s going to deny it because he wants you for himself

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Imagine Ragnar Totally Getting You

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

Luckily I don’t need your permission to test your limits

Imagine Ragnar spying on you

Imagine Ragnar hearing his sons are all fighting over you

Imagine Ragnar Being So Confused Why You Haven’t Fallen For Him

Imagine Ragnar coming to the conclusion he was not strong enough to resist taking you

Imagine Ragnar and Rollo both sneaking outside your room at night

Trying to show off for Ragnar

Imagine Ragnar having dirty thoughts about you in the middle of an important meeting and not being able to suppress them

Imagine Turning Ragnar On with your Defiance

Submissive or Dominant?

Imagine Ragnar Hearing You’re Out At Battle

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Ivar

You are good at taming wild things

Won’t you be my salvation?

Imagine Ivar telling you Hvitserk has a Crush on you

Imagine Ivar being too stubborn to admit he’s Jealous

Imagine Ubbe seducing you before you marry Ivar (Part One)

Imagine Ubbe seducing you before you marry Ivar (Part Two)

Imagine Ubbe telling Ivar he thinks you like him

Imagine Another Viking Saying He Would Fight Ivar For You

Submissive or Dominant?

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

“I want you to kiss me… like you kissed him”

Are You Ashamed To Be With Me?

Imagine Getting Drunk and Telling Ivar You Like Him

Imagine Ivar trying to hide his crush on you

Ivar, Ubbe and Bjorn reactions to you getting PregnantVerses not being able to or wanting to have children

Imagine Ivar Day Dreaming About You

Imagine Ivar watching you slowly strip

Imagine working for your father Floki and Bjorn realising Ivar Has a Crush On You

Imagine Ivar indulging your desire to put up Christmas Decor Early

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Ubbe

Imagine Ubbe seeing you reject an admirer

Imagine Ubbe seducing you before you marry Ivar (Part One)

Imagine Ubbe seducing you before you marry Ivar (Part Two)

Imagine Telling Ubbe Someone Cat-Called You

Imagine Ubbe being so disappointed he didn’t get to see you

Imagine Ubbe telling Ivar he thinks you like him

Ivar, Ubbe and Bjorn reactions to you getting PregnantVerses not being able to or wanting to have children

Imagine Ubbe Reminscing About How You Met

Imagine Ubbe Feeling Jealous

Submissive or Dominant?

Imagine Ubbe comforting you about your weight

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

Imagine Ubbe Coming To Defend You

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Ubbe and Hvitserk not even hiding their dirty thoughts as you lean over the table to reach the wine and they get a peek down your dress

Bored Ubbe daydreaming about you

Imagine Ubbe Proposing

Imagine Ubbe Being Jealous of your Trainer

Imagine Ubbe watching you seductively dance and not being able to take it any more

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Hvitserk

This is about me taking what I need from you

Imagine Hvitserk Hearing Someone Cat Call You

Imagine Hvitserk Falling In Love With You

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Imagine Hvitserk not being able to hide his fascination with you

Ubbe and Hvitserk not even hiding their dirty thoughts as you lean over the table to reach the wine and they get a peek down your dress

Imagine Hvitserk Getting Posessive Over You

Imagine Hvitserk trying to work on his jealousy after you told him to cool off or he’d lose you

Imagine Ivar telling you Hvitserk has a Crush on you

I keep you safe even when you don’t know it

Modern Hvitserk Music HeadCannon

Imagine Jealous Hvitserk

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

Submissive or Dominant?

Imagine Ivar asking you if you have a husband and Hvitserk turning to look at you when you answer, unable to hide his hope your answer is no

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Rollo

Won’t You Join Me?

I’m Not Allowed To Be Alone With You

Imagine Rollo Seeing You for the First Time

Imagine Ragnar and Rollo both sneaking outside your room at night

Imagine Rollo desperately pleading for you back

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Sigurd

But I don’t care what they say

Imagine Sigurd Standing Up To Your Cat Caller

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Heathmund

Confess Your Sins unto Me

Aethelstan

Imagine Athelstan awkwardly yet enthusiastically trying to talk you into bed

Halfdan

Imagine Halfdan Warning You Off Him

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athedemonsqueen · 3 years

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The Arrangement

Chapter Eleven: Thin Ice

Warnings: None. (Warnings will be updated with each chapter so make sure you read them!)

Chapter Eleven Summary: An unexpected tale of fate.

Word count: 2,396

It's been a while!!! I've missed you guys ❤ I hope you all like this chapter!

Read Chapter 10 Here ⬇️

Chapter 12 coming soon!!

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A noise. A noise so faint you almost ignored it. Almost. It pricked into your ear and worried into your brain, until you got out of bed. Hvitserk had finally fallen asleep, and you debated on whether or not to wake him. He looked so peaceful… you decided against it.

The windows of your chamber were frosted over, except for one pane, and when you went to look out you were met with nothing but heavy snowfall. It was coming down so hard you could barely make out the other buildings. All of the torches were extinguished. All of the people were safe in their homes…

No one could have made a noise outside.

No one would be crazy enough to subject themselves to weather like this.

Another knock makes you flinch. This time it is louder, almost as if someone is tapping on the window from the outside. You know that is not possible.

And so, you open the window. Cold air and snow blow in making you gasp and cover yourself “Oh that was foolish, what is wrong with me?” You struggle to get the window closed again. Fighting with the wind like it’s some great battle.

Out of breath and freezing, you lock the window and turn to go back to bed. Satisfied that no one is at the window and the noise must have come from somewhere else inside of the castle. Maybe Ivar is walking around, pacing the halls, waiting for someone else to try and usurp him so he can hang them.

You step in a puddle of melted snow on your way back to bed and you have to stop yourself from screaming when the cold water touches your bare feet.

Shaking your foot off, you sigh, you can’t just leave a puddle in the middle of the floor. What if Hvitserk wakes before you and slips. You’d never forgive yourself. Grabbing a fur from the foot of the bed you begin using it to soak up the water.

Agin the noise startles you, seeming much louder than a second ago. You turn, but again no one is at the window.

How is he sleeping through all of this?

You gasp and fall backwards when you pick up the fur. Out of the water formed a bird. A beautiful white raven… just like in your dream.

She caws, except it doesn’t sound like a bird, it sounds like the knocking. She caws over and over, walking closer to you. Leaving watery claw prints behind. The knocking gets louder and louder, her cawing turns into a scream

You realize it’s you screaming…

And Hvitserk is holding you tight, rocking you back and forth, chanting that you are ok and that you need to wake up.

Out of it and confused, you pull away from him. You’re shaking and drenched in sweat, your throat is hoarse from screaming but you scream again when the door to your chambers slams open.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

It’s Ivar and that is a shock in and of itself. Since when does Ivar care if you are ok?

“Did you have it too? The dream.” He asks

Hvitserk groans “Ivar leave us be, I can handle this-“

“No!” He yells “I had a dream and I need to know if she had the same one. I need to know if it was a dream or a vision”

“Ivar you are not a god!”

“Stop it!” You yell, and move away from both of them. You look at Ivar and question “A vision?”

“I dreamt that you were running in a storm and fell through ice, I was trying to save you.”

The snow storm, the knocking, stepping in the water… it all makes sense. “My dream was not exactly like yours, but I understand it now.”

Hvitserk moves closer to you and takes your hand “Tell me what happened”

“It all felt so real, you were sleeping. I heard a knocking sound coming from the window. It was storming and water came inside when I opened the window, the water turned into a white raven and her cawing sounded like the knocking too. Until it turned into my own screams.”

“I was trying to break the ice with my crutch, that was the knocking. And when you opened the window that is when you fell through… Guards! Bring me The Seer, now.”

Hvitserk stands and places a hand on Ivar’s shoulder “Ivar he doesn’t leave his hut, he will not come to you”

Ivar smiles “He will or I will kill him” he looks at you then and you notice his eyes are even more blue than you remembered “She is forbidden from going outside, I will not take any chances-”

“You can’t do that!” You scream, cutting off his sentence “I will not be locked up in here”

“You will stay if I say so, Gods help me I will bar these very doors and windows shut if I see you outside even once.”

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For fear of falling through the ice twice in one night, you conceded. Even if it means being locked up in this hell castle until spring. Your only hope would be for Ivar to leave on a raid or something, but then that meant Hvitserk could possibly go with him and you would be alone. All alone in a big castle… Truth be told you feared that more than every Viking in Kattegat.

“You are over thinking my love” Hvitserk whispers as he kisses your cheek “This is going to be alright, winter will be gone in a couple months, then we will be married in your meadow.”

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and try to be positive. Only a couple months, you could do that. After the dream you had you should want to stay inside anyway. And if this was all a vision of things to come- well you don’t know, you don’t know what you’re going to do. But staying inside is a good start.

“The seer will not come!” Ivar yells, slamming his horn of ale on the table and startling everyone. “How can he refuse me? I am king!”

Hvitserk smirks “I told you brother, I told you he would not leave his hut.”

“Why can’t we just go to him?” You ask. “We don’t have to cross a lake to get to his hut, Do we?”

“I have forbidden you from going outside"

You sigh, not wanting to argue. You're so tired of arguing with men and not solving anything. So for the rest of the night you stay as silent as a mouse. Ignoring everyone, including Hvitserk. You know he just wants to protect you, keep you safe, but it's infuriating that he is agreeing with Ivar. Since when does he agree with Ivar? Never. They are always at each other's throats.

Your silence however doesn't go entirely unnoticed, Freydis sees it, can tell what is going on. She steps down from her throne and takes a seat next to you. At first you are weary, she's Ivar’s wife after all, she could just be following orders, trying to trick you. Spy for him.

"I like having another woman here," she says with a smile "it makes me feel not so alone."

You nod "We hardly see each other though, you are always busy with Ivar."

She laughs "He's a handful, but not as dangerous as everyone thinks…but don't tell him I told you that."

You smile "I won't, promise."

She looks towards Ivar and you do the same, noticing Hvitserk has joined him and they are talking civilly. It almost looks like they care about each other, like they could get along and be great friends if ivar wasn't so- so Ivar.

Freydis hums and looks back at you "You do not know much about being a viking, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?" You say with a laugh

"The seer is a very important man, he can tell us our future. If he chooses. He can tell us what we are destined to do and if we will stray from that path. He is all-knowing. That is why Ivar wants you to see him."

You nod "I understand, but if he will not come then how am I supposed to see him? Ivar will not let me leave."

The queen leans in and whispers, so soft that you can tell she's said things in secret before. Perhaps you are not the only one Freydis has tried to help.

"There is a back gate just outside of the courtyard, it is not guarded. Ivar leaves it hidden incase he needs to make a quick escape. I will get the key and unlock it for you after Ivar falls asleep tonight-"

You stop her "How am I to know when he falls asleep?"

She smiles "look at them, it won't be long before both men are out like a flame." She continues "The Seer's hut is small and dark in color, animal bones hang from the door. You can not miss it."

Taking a deep breath you say "Ivar will kill me if he finds out."

Freydis stands "Then be quick and quiet, princess. If he awakes I will keep him occupied for as long as I can."

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It was easy enough to escape, what with Ivar and Hvitserk being drunk out of their minds. One minute they were laughing and saying how much they loved each other and the next they were rolling around on the floor fighting. In that moment you decided that you'll never understand men. Especially viking men.

After Freydis unlocked the gate, The trek through the snow wasn't as bad as you would have thought, and the Seer's hut was relatively close. If you weren't so paranoid you might have actually enjoyed the walk.

As you entered the hut a wave of nausea washed over you, a sort of sinking feeling set deep in your heart. And suddenly you knew you were not going to receive good news.

"I've been waiting for you" A raspy voice says out of the darkness "come closer child, come and sit down."

As you step further into the hut you find him, a tall dark figure dressed in a torn black cloak. His features are hidden from you but from the sound of his voice, you are glad.

He reaches out for you and reluctantly you give him your hand and allow him to pull you closer. "Say what you've come here to say. Waste not my time."

"I want to know my future… not- not all of it just, Ivar."

He chuckles, a sound so sinister it rattled the bones in your body. "Ivar the boneless," he speaks his name with pause "Not a God, as he would like to think."

You nod "I know he is not, I want to know if he will be the cause of my death-"

The Seer stops you. Holding up his hand "I can not tell you of such things. Nor would you want to know."

You scoff and begin to leave "I knew I should not have come here, you're just a fraud. Just another man who wants to make people believe that he is more than ordinary… you're no better than Ivar-"

"I am nothing like Ivar Lothbrook," he growls "I have seen a great many things. War. Death. Murder. Darkness. I have seen it all. I have seen your future child and I shudder at the sight."

He stands and blocks your way to the door, stopping you from leaving. "Please let me go," You plead "I no longer require your sight."

He grabs your hand roughly and brings it to his mouth, licking your palm. He growls once more and begins to ramble "Your lives are intertwined and mangled. Hate. Love. Everything hangs in the balance. I see a fate worse than death. You speak of being ordinary but you are no such thing. You are greater than you think and Ivar will fall because of this greatness… He is just a man. He will fall. You will make sure of that."

Violently he let's you go, he's panting and disoriented, so you take the chance and run past him. Out of his hut and back towards the castle.

Once the gate is closed behind you, you fall to your knees. Out of breath and shaking.

You would be Ivars downfall? And what did he mean when he said you are not ordinary? You have no powers, no control over your own life. You can't do magic or spells, you are no seer.

So what did he mean?

Footsteps bring you back to reality and only then do you realize you are completely out in the open. Luckily it is still snowing… maybe no one has seen you.

Slowly, you begin your walk back inside. The castle isn't too far away from the gate so you're praying no one will stop you. Or recognize you.

Your heart is racing you can hear it in your ears, like the menacing beat of a drum. You know you're walking back into a situation that could possibly be dangerous. Ivar could be waiting for you, this could have all been a trap.

You should have never trusted Freydis…

As you open the castle door your arm is grabbed and you are drug into a small corridor, a hand is clasped around your mouth preventing you from screaming, but you still try. If this is how you die you want to see Hvitserk one more time. You want to apologize.

"Next time you leave I suggest being less obvious princess." A man whispers, his voice familiar.

You look up at him and realize it is Ubbe, the brother who helped you before. He let's you go and smiles "Hvitserk has been looking for you, he's afraid you've left him."

"He hasn't told Ivar-"

He stops you, "my brother may be young but he is not dumb. He's only trusted me with this, we've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?"

You take a deep breath "I went to the Seer, he's told me many things… not all good."

Ubbe groans "Come, we'll find my brother and then you can tell us what, exactly, the wise one has said."

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Devil In The Forest

Ivar The Boneless x Reader

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Series requested by @the-girl-in-the-box

Pairing: Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Summary: Between the pressures of being Saxon Royalty and the daily hardships of being a woman in the dark ages, Y/n thirsts for a life of freedom and learning. When the Great Heathen Army attacks England, she might get more than she bargained for.

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One Year Ago

The seasons had been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They had the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that reminded You of seaside waves; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They were soft and damp, yet your fingers came away dry. You tilted your head upward, feeling your hair tumble further down your back; the pines were several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A new smile painted itself upon your face, plump rosy lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light.

The woodland was like a droplet of paradise. The air was still, and the chirping of birds echoed through the forest. There, you could let your horse free for hours and could stop to watch nature and read under a tree. The sunlight streamed through the branches, white, yet liquid gold at the same time. Nearby, on a rotting spindly tree, there was a woodpecker hunting for insects, its brilliant red crest rocking back and forth as it pecks. Tiny chunks of wood fall to the leaf litter below, the sound dissipating into the woodland around.

You felt yourself slowly relax as you wandered deeper into the forest, and further away from the town of Wessex. From the hustle and bustle of the townspeople. Judith didn’t like you wandering around the English forests because it broke the rules of etiquette that you were expected to follow. She wanted you to be a proper lady. To only speak when spoken to and hide away whilst the men made all the decisions.

You were constantly scrutinized for your keen interest in the study of Astronomy, you were told that it was no place for a woman. Everywhere you went, people would throw you nasty stares. And some even went as far as to call you a witch. If you were not royalty, they probably would’ve burned you. Though, you were luckier than most. Ecbert permitted you to study on the condition that you would marry one of his grandsons.

Being the youngest daughter of the late Queen Kwenthrith, you were expected to marry a prince. You had been arranged to marry Prince Aethelred, but due to changing circumstances, Ecbert decided that he wanted you to marry Alfred. You were happier with that decision as Alfred seemed more open minded than his brother, but this did not mean that you were happy about it. You would rather explore the world and live, before marrying someone who you actually loved, and actually loved you.

After an hour of leading your horse gently by the rains, you came across the perfect spot to read your book. Tying the Friesian to the trunk of a slender tree, You hoisted up your navy skirt and plopped down against a large oak. Some peace at last. You cracked your book open with a smile; you were almost at your favourite chapter. Ecbert had gifted the book to you when he first taught you to read, and it quickly became your go-to comfort book.

About two pages in, you heard faint voices in the distance. Frowning, you sat up straight. In all your years of sneaking into the forest, you had never crossed paths with anyone. Unless…Had someone followed you? You quickly slammed your book shut and stood up.

“Come on donkey!” You heard a voice say, followed by a loud snort. You quietly crept around the thick oak, trailing your fingers across the rough bark. You heard the footsteps getting closer. Between the gap in fern tangled bushes, appeared a man dressed in rags. You jumped back as he came to an abrupt stop, staring right at you. It took you a few moments to realize that he was carrying a boy around your age, on his back.

“Do you need help? You asked, avoiding eye contact with the men. They did not answer you. Instead, the dark haired boy whispered something to the man you assumed was his father. The older man shook his head.

“Nei, hon er eigi threatr. Hon knáttmunur able til fylgjagð oss, Ivar.” Your blood ran cold. These were Northmen. You took a step back as the man started to walk towards you. Were they going to kill you? You thought about running back to your horse, but by the time you could untie it, you were sure they would catch up to you.

“We won’t hurt you.” The older man said. You watched as he crouched down, so that the boy on his back could crawl off, You locked eyes with the boy, struck by how striking his were. Even from the few meters difference you could make out deep blue eyes.

“Who are you? What are you doing in this land?” You asked, backing against the tree.

“I have come to see Ecbert. My name is Ragnar Lothbrok, you may have heard of me. And this is my son, Ivar.”

“How long do you suppose we have?” A voice broke you out of your memories. You turned from the window and looked at Ecbert, who was sitting on the ground with his back against the foot of the throne.

“Not long.” You said, stepping down from the ledge, to take a seat beside your king.

In that dark room there were shapes in monochrome. The daylight could brighten the tapestries on the walls, into brilliant fuchsia and deep scarlet, but for now the fabrics hung like limp rags. Worn and old.

The silhouettes of the Northmen that were swarming the grounds of York were already more discernible than they were only a short while before and you gazed from the grey stone window. Any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, though she doubted that it would bring the chorus of the birds. In fact, she could already see black storm clouds rolling in from the east. A thundering crash sounded from the lower levels of the castle. They had finally breached the wall. Soon you would come face to face with the Great Heathen Army.

“Why did you not flee, like the rest of my family and the people of York?” Ecbert said, tears forming in his eyes. A pang of sadness sprang through your heart as you watched his crumpled face turn into a look of utter despair. “I thought you had gotten into the carriage with Alfred. This will surely be a death sentence for me. But I fear what those barbarians will do to you.”

You sighed as you looked down at your hands. You had hid in one of the spare rooms, whilst the rest of York fled from the imminent threat of the Heathen Army when they got wind that the heathens had already killed King Aella, and wiped out his men.

“You know as well as any person in this city that I am only alive because of you. If I had gone to the swamps with your family, I would have been hung and called a witch. You know the people don’t like me studying the stars. At least this way I can die in the place I grew up.” You said, pushing down your own fear that had started to bubble in your stomach.

The clangs and crashes were getting louder as the Heathens started to move up to the higher levels of the building. You guessed that you had a matter of minutes left, before they burst through that door and slaughtered you.

“I once said that I would sup with the devil to achieve my earthly goals.” Ecbert said as he stood up. You watched as his frail body moved to the window. You had read about ghosts in your books, and to see the once mighty king look so deflated and translucency made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. He was a walking sign of doom.

“And did you? Did you achieve your goals?” You asked, flinching at the approaching cries.

“Oh yes, I think I did.” Ecbert said, turning to you. “Don’t you think that is proof?”

“Proof of what?” You said, growing more confused.

“That the devil is real.”

Just as those words passed his lips, the great doors burst open and slammed against the stone walls. You jumped and scrambled backwards as a swarm of huge, bloody Northmen poured into the room. Their growls and roars broke through the previous silence.

“I see you have finally decided to join us.” Ecbert said, but before he could continue, three of the Northmen grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Ecbert!” You yelled, but it was no use. You watched as they pulled him towards the door with such ease, that you would think he was a child. Your heart started pumping faster when a Northman that was the thickness of a large oak came storming towards you. A scream left your throat as you thrashed at the man who hauled you to your feet by your hair. Pain throbbed through your head as he threw you towards the door with a grin. You landed on the cold stone with a cry, banging your jaw. You scrambled back up, tasting metallic in your mouth. You then noticed that you were cornered between a group of Northmen and the brute that shoved you down.

“If you are going to kill me, do it now.” You spat, glaring at the barbarians that were circling you like crows would an injured lamb.

The walls that you had been kept in for the past few hours were the same thick grey stone as the dwellings of the region, but instead of a wide window with a flower box there was a mean barred opening with thick metal bars and no glass. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk that was sweeping over the land.

Sadness sat an inch below your face, eyes remaining dry, expression impassive. You knew that if you even let a fraction out that the rest will follow, a never ending torrent of grief. The Northmen had laughed at your feeble attempts to defend yourself, before dragging you to one of the dungeons on the lowest level. One of them said that you had to wait for the brothers who led the army to finish with Ecbert, before they would deal with you. You knew they would kill Ecbert, but part of you didn’t believe it, though you assumed that you would be next.

A dragging noise, like material on gravel, made your head snap up. What was that noise? You peeked through the bars that you were leaning against, and within a few moments, you saw a dark figure crawl along the ground in the gloom, occasionally letting out an animalistic grunt or groan.

You shakily watched as it stopped right in front of the bars of your cell. Hands gripping the bars, you looked down as the figure sat up right and dragged their legs out in front of them. There was a short pause as the man stared at you.

“I remember you.” The man said and you held your breath as he leaned forward. His pale face was now level with yours, and in the darkness, you could make out two blue eyes glinting dangerously at you. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed to have stuck in your throat. There was no mistaking those eyes. Even in the darkness, you could recognise them. A wicked smirk stretched across his face, making it look as though he was bearing his teeth like an animal.

“I am Ivar The Boneless.”

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She’s as real as can be to my daughters. And to thousands of other kids. Adults, too.

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#Ivar can

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Little Alfred set himself up

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Double Blessing

A/N: I’ve never written romance in my life, but when I look at Hvitserk, all I see is romance, so here, have the sweetest fic I’ve ever written in my life. :,) <3

Title: Double Blessing

Summary: Four children. Two pregnancies. Yourself and Hvitserk just can’t seem to stop having twins, and this time is no different.

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Hvitserk had known today would be the day, and yet he’d still allowed you – his pregnant wife – to coerce him into taking your sons hunting in the woods nearby. He believed your words had been: “Hvitserk, if you hang around me any longer you will suffocate me.” Of course, that was not true at all, and both you and your husband knew it, but as soon as the boys heard mention of their father taking them out, they hadn’t stopped bugging him. And, so, he had relented.

He relented way too easily.

They’d caught two rabbits, a squirrel – that had been seven-year-old Halvar’s shot. He was immensely proud and hadn’t ceased in boasting to his three brothers about it the entire trip – and a deer. Selby had cried at that last one. Granted, he was only three, but Hvitserk had no idea how he was ever going to become a warrior if he cried whenever he saw someone die.

The animals were being carried by the small troupe, albeit with effort from the boys, but they were getting closer to Kattegat with every step. Slowly, yes, but closer all the same. Hvitserk had cut the trip a little shorter than you’d suggested, but he had been growing agitated since they’d left that morning, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he ripped his hair out in frustration at one of the boys’ failed attempts at shooting from his bow, or at their childish arguments that never seemed to take a break. Unfortunately – not for you. You found it adorable – for Hvitserk, that was just how he got when he was nervous. He knew you were at home, ready to burst at any second, and he’d just had a nagging feeling all day that today would be it.

Unsurprisingly, he’d been right.

A man he recognised as one of the people who guarded Kattegat’s borders quickly stood to attention when he saw him coming through the trees, deer slung over one shoulder and Selby the other. The three on the ground were running ahead, giggling like mad. Vali and Arvid were swinging their rabbits by the ears, making their father grimace slightly, and Halvar was proudly holding his squirrel in his arms, grinning boastfully at everyone he passed.

“Fahather!” Selby giggled as Hvitserk feigned dropping him, loosening his hold on the little one’s legs for a couple seconds before tightening it again as the resounding squeals in his ears proved too loud. “Don’ drop me!”

“I would never,” the man said with a smile, glancing over his shoulder at his son’s upside-down face.

“Prince! Prince Hvitserk!” His head snapped around again at the border guard’s shouts, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he saw him jogging towards him. The three boys had stopped running, instead pausing a little up ahead to hear what this man had to say to their father.

“Yes?” Hvitserk asked. He righted Selby and held him in his arm before turning to the man in front of him.

“Congratulations,” the guard said with a smile. “Lady Y/N has given birth!”

Hvitserk could have sworn his heart skipped a beat as those words left the man’s mouth. “She has?”

“Yes, not five minutes ago. I was told to wait here until you returned to-” He was quickly cut off as Hvitserk dumped the deer in his arms and raced past him, shouting at his sons to follow. A huge smile was adorning the Ragnarsson’s face; one of pure happiness. He was a father. Again! Oh, how the Gods were treating him!

He and his boys made it to your room in little under two minutes; Hvitserk believed they could have done it sooner if Vali hadn’t tripped halfway and burst into tears, causing him to have to carry both him and Selby in his arms. He slowed down slightly as they neared the room, catching sight of Torvi as she exited, a smile on her face while she wiped her hands clean of blood. “Torvi!”

The shieldmaiden turned at the new voice, her mouth quickly morphing into a grin. “Hvitserk,” she greeted, moving forward to give him a hug. “Congratulations.”

He nodded in thanks, secretly relieved that the woman seemingly had nothing to say about any troubles or difficulties you may have experienced during the birth. There had been a couple in your first, and he’d been wary ever since. Ivar said he was silly to be so, but Ubbe called it simply being a father. Personally, he preferred the latter.

“May I go in?” He set Selby and Vali on the floor before motioning towards your room.

Torvi smiled. “Of course. They are waiting for you.” She turned to the four boys, now stood quietly together. “Do not make noise when you go in, alright? Your mother is very tired and will not appreciate it.”

Hvitserk breathed a laugh. “When does she ever?” Torvi chuckled before moving to open the door, giving the man a look he could not yet decipher.

As quietly as they could, he and the four children walked through, eyes immediately landing on the bed. You were there, lying against the headboard, smiling down at something Hvitserk knew to be his baby. His baby. Even after four children, those two words seemed almost foreign to him. It was still hard for him to believe that he was worthy of such a blessing.

You lifted your head as your ears picked up the sound of gentle footsteps edging closer to your bed, and not a moment later your tired gaze landed on the clearly nervous face of your husband. Your smile grew. “Hvitserk.”

Hvitserk’s face softened at the mere sound of your voice. “My love. We have a child?”

At this, you bit your bottom lip and giggled slightly, turning your eyes back down to your arms. Hvitserk’s pace slowed a little and he tilted his head to the side, a habit that came to light whenever he was nervous. “What?” he asked. “We do have a child, yes? It has not come out as a goat?”

Laughter which Hvitserk had only ever described as musical filled the room at those words. You shook your head fondly before looking at him again, love shining in your bright eyes. “We have two, Hvitserk. Twins.”

“Oh, Gods.” Hvitserk shut his eyes for a brief moment.He turned to look at his boys, all of them now seated beside you in a little cluster, silently marvelling at what was apparently two babies bundled up in your arms. He chuckled. “Again?”

“I am afraid so.” Your smile widened even further when he seated himself next to you, leaning over to peer at the little sleeping faces. It really did not come as a surprise to either of you that this pregnancy would result in twins. Your four boys were two sets of twins, after all; Halvar and Arvid, aged seven, and Vali and Selby, aged three. Really, the situation was fairly funny, this time. Halvar and Arvid’s births had been a surprise, Vali and Selby’s even more, but, now? It was probably better to say that you would be surprised if these two had not been twins! “There is something else.”

“Hm?” You doubted he’d even heard you, so enthralled he was as you gently passed one of the babies over to him, but you knew he’d come straight back to the present as soon as you said your next words.

“They are little girls.”

Sure enough, your husband snapped his head up, one of his fingers encased in a tiny hand, and stared at you. His beaming eyes were bright with disbelief, awe and complete joy. “Girls?” You gracelessly snorted as he moved the blankets wrapped around the baby down, making certain that you were telling the truth. Sure enough, he was holding a tiny baby girl. His tiny baby girl. “Both of them?”

“Both of them, Hvitserk. We have daughters.”

He couldn’t help the tears that welled in his eyes as he stared at the slumbering face of his beautiful daughter. Despite the lack of surprise on behalf of having twins, the both of you could unashamedly admit to your shock on birthing girls – and two of them, at that! Ragnar had had five boys, Bjorn two, and he had four. The prospect of having a little girl to love and care for for the rest of his life overwhelmed him, and he didn’t bother to reach up to wipe away the free-falling tears. You were no different, streams of silver falling from your eyes like a waterfall of pure jubilation as you watched your husband with his daughter.

It was strange how much girls differed to boys. A father raises their son to be a fighter, teaches them the ways of women, and watches them grow into a man. Daughters, however… a father’s little girl will always be their little girl, no matter how old they become. The moment he feels her soft skin against his own, he vows to protect her until the day he dies, and even after then. Watching Hvitserk now, the sweet man who would never have envisioned holding a baby girl that he had created in his loving arms, you could see this vow being silently promised to her already. “How do you like your little sisters, boys?” you quietly asked your sons.

Vali grinned up at you, two spaces in the front of his mouth from where he’d tripped over his own two clumsy feet the previous week and knocked his teeth out. “Beaut’ful, Mama!”

You laughed, cupping the three-year-old’s cheek. “Yes, they are, aren’t they?”

“She looks like you,” Arvid whispered absentmindedly, his ever-gentle fingers brushing over the baby in your arms’ delicate forehead.

Hvitserk turned at this, blue eyes still shining with unshed tears. “Swap?” he asked, and you smiled in response, making the exchange. He smiled at his second daughter, leaning down to kiss her tiny button nose.

“She does look like you,” he agreed.

“And this one looks like you, Father!” Halvar said excitedly, causing you to gently place a finger over his lips to ensure he didn’t wake either of the babies up.

“What’s her name?” Arvid asked, and Hvitserk turned to gaze thoughtfully at you. The two of you had come up with all four children’s names together, something you found parents rarely did anymore. Usually, it ended up with Hvitserk choosing one twin’s while you chose the other, but both had to be agreed on by the two of you.

“Selby! Selby!” Selby was bouncing on his knees, repeating his name like a mantra. Hvitserk rolled his eyes and reached over, grabbing the little boy with one hand and dragging him to his side, all the while keeping his delicate hold on the resting baby.

“You want us to name one of your little sisters Selby?” he asked, tickling his stomach and causing him to erupt into manic giggles. You gave your husband a look and he grimaced as the girl in his arms whined in her sleep. “Sorry,” he whispered, stopping immediately and gently shoving his son back over to his brothers.

“Why don’t you four go and find Torvi while your father and I choose your sisters’ names? We will let you know our decision later,” you suggested, almost sighing in relief when the boys nodded eagerly before bounding out the room, their childish babble filling the halls. You leaned your head back against your pillow as Hvitserk slowly crawled over the bed to seat himself next to you, still cradling his daughter in his arms.

“I like Saga,” he said after a couple seconds, gingerly twirling his finger around the tiny wisps of hair that had already begun sprouting from the baby’s head.

You smiled. “That is a beautiful name.”

“I think so. Do you have one?”

You thought for a moment, gazing lovingly at the little girl swaddled in a white blanket on your lap before flicking your eyes over to the one in Hvitserk’s. “Solvi. I like Solvi.”

Hvitserk nodded. “’From the House of Strength’. I believe it fits,” he said with a chuckle, holding up the finger his daughter had managed to acquire a vice-like grip on. You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder, and he turned his head to kiss the top of your unruly hair. “Saga and Solvi. Our two beautiful blessings.”

“Two more beautiful blessings,” you said quietly.

Hvitserk made a face. “Yes. Perhaps we should stop with these blessings, now. Any more and we will start growing grey hairs before we are even thirty.”

“Can you imagine if we had triplets, next?”

“I’d rather not, Y/N. Nine children. We will become the talk of Kattegat.”

“We are probably already the talk of Kattegat.”

Hvitserk breathed a laugh before reaching over to turn your face towards him, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “And I would not have it any other way.”

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WANDERING

Seeking Part 2

Pairings: Hvitserk x Reader

The frigid cold wind whipped through the air slashing my cheeks with its wrath. The snow from the blizzard was obscuring any chance I had to find home but I was determined to make it through. Not only for my sake but for Y/N. The love of my life. I needed to see that sweet smile again and hear her contagious laugh. I stumbled trying to find my footing in the massive forest. Im not even sure how I got here. The raid was going perfectly against the enemy clan in the neighboring jarldom. I don’t remember much after the chariot flipped. I was on it as usual riding into battle beside my brother. Why didn’t I see the signs? A stray branch spliced my cheek releasing fresh blood that seemed to freeze almost instantly. I was wounded. How would I make it?

A nearby tree sheltered me for maybe two hours before the leaves we too heavy with snow. As I say there my thoughts began to wander back to Y/N. Back to the warmth I missed so much. Maybe her memory would be enough to keep me alive. Maybe Odin would. I wanted to die a viking death. Not this. No this was exhile. This was cowardice. This wasn’t me. How many miles away from Kattegat was I?

The wind picked up its pace and intensity. It was almost as if I heard a voice on the wind. Like I heard your voice calling my name. Maybe if I followed it I could find you. I just need one more kiss. One last touch between fingers. The night had begun to fall on yet another day that seemed to last an eternity. I feel like I’ve maybe gone two hundred feet the entire time. The snow was so thick and endless. Sitting against the base of another tree I closed my eyes trying to find a moments rest to give me the strength to continue. Suddenly my eyes flew open. “HVITSERK!” You screamed. It sounded desperate. You were looking for me. My mind raced back to a piece of advice my father gave me when I was younger.

“If your woman calls to you, then answer”

“Y/N!” I started to yell as if you could hear me. It was worth a shot. Maybe you were closer than I imagined. But my brothers would never allow you to be out in such weather. “Y/N!” I screamed to the darkness. I hoped the wind would carry my voice to you.

In the great hall you rested in the arms of Bjorn Ironside. Safe and warm. The large viking held you closely in fierce loyalty. His soft but deepened breaths at ease for the king. The first in a long time. It was not often he housed a woman he loved in his furs. Suddenly you jolted awake. Slowly you tried to regain your breath as you stared at the morning light on the ceiling. The dwindling fire bouncing gold across the wooden beams. “What is it?” Bjorn mumbled through his exhaustion. “I just had a weird dream that’s all” you dismissed turning to face him. Bjorn scanned your facial expression and crinkled his eyebrows. “You always tell me your dreams. You are a seer. Why not tell me this?” he wondered with a slight tone emphasizing his hurt. You never wanted to hurt his feelings. “I could’ve sworn I heard him. Heard his voice calling my name.” You explained slowly as Bjorn sighed deeply. “I don’t know maybe I’m just being hopeful” you stated quickly as a tear stated to fall down your cheek. Bjorn gently and carefully wiped it away with his finger. “Don’t say that. I’m sure there is a reason you heard it. I’m sure he is calling to you.” Bjorn tried to reason, “just do me one favor ok?” He proposed. “Anything” you answered quickly. “Don’t start sleepwalking again. I’ve heard Hvitserk complain about having to wrestle you down to the bed all night long. I don’t know about you but I don’t think I look that great with dark circles under my eyes. I must keep my image as king” he joked. “I think you look fine either way. But you’ve got yourself a deal” you agreed with a slight chuckle. “I’ll leave so that you can get yourself ready for the day” you sheepishly said starting to scoot yourself over to exit the bed. “You can stay as long as you’d like” Bjorn groaned as he stretched revealing his shirtless torso. “After all I do make the rules around here” he stated cockily making you roll your eyes.

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