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8//Ship

Ask:  “Hi there! Could I get a ship please? I’m a woman with long, golden-blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 5’3”, so rather petite, and fairly slender. I’m a quiet person but I enjoy caring for others and work with children as a career. Eventually I’d love to have my own. Fighting isn’t my forte, but I do have a decent amount of combat training if needed, despite my small stature. I enjoy having pretty things, like jewels and nice dresses, but am just as happy with simple flowers :) Thank you!”

Requested By: @thesunflowerlexicon

I ship you with Rollo!

I can honestly see you with this big mammoth of a man. He really really appreciates your small and quiet nature. He thought you were the most beautiful creature when he first saw you with your long hair flowing and your blue eyes sparkling. He really believed that you were made just right for him with your small frame fitting perfectly against his.

He absolutely adores every aspect of you and isn’t shy about being open with other people how you treat him and other people around you. He’s so proud that he has such an amazing and caring partner. He wasn’t surprised when you told him that you worked with children for a living. He could see that your caring and devoted personality would work great with being around children. The fact that you love children and would love to have your own makes him super happy and turns him into a puppy when you first have that conversation of starting a family. He’s wanted children of his own for so long. He wouldn’t do anything to rush you; he’d just wait for you and until you’re ready to take the step into starting a family.

Rollo doesn’t mind helping you with your combat training. He knows that you have had some training previously and he definitely knows that you could do the basics with taking someone down but he wants to help you better yourself and sharpen your skills so that your timing and focus would be stronger.

If I know anything about Rollo is that he loves to spoil his girl. So the fact that you like pretty things gives him all these ideas about what to buy you and what to spoil you with. He always goes traveling and he makes sure to bring you a big crate filled with pretty little things like gems, jewels, and new gorgeous dresses that would no doubt look amazing on you. He mostly buys you a ton of dresses so he could see you try them on for him. He’d get so distracted by the way you walked and sauntered to show off the first dress that he’d forget about everything else and just throw you on the bed.

Other than spoiling you with all these material things, he loves spoiling you with affection. He doesn’t have a care in the world about public affection. If he wants to kiss his girl, he will kiss his girl without giving a damn about other people watching. The most common thing he does to show his possession is having you sit in his lap whenever he gets the chance to pull you there.

A/N: yooo it’s been so long. I apologize that this took so long. It’s up and hopefully you like it lmao.

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GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN

I literally realized that I promised to post and then hopped off the internet for three months. I honestly thought I queued up posts but it turns out it was another account that I ran and I’m so very sorry.

I’m hopping off my bs right now and start to work really hard to finishing all the ships. I’m still doing the same thing of not taking anymore ship requests but this time I decided that after I finish all of these, I’m not going to be opening ship requests because they have turned into the bane of my existence. So they will be permanently closed after I post all these.

AND THIS TIME I WILL TRIPLE MAKE SURE I QUEUE ALL THE POSTS.

Thanks for understanding and checking in with me via asks.

you’re all the best and I appreciate you all. 

-Angie xxxx

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Will you get back? :c I have some imagines :cc

Of course I’ll be back! I apologize for being gone so long, I’ve tried to focus and get back to completing ships so I could focus on other work but it’s really hard to find motivation and inspiration. I think after I get done with all the ship requests, I’ll close them permanently and will not continue writing ships.

But if you or anyone wants to submit in ideas for imagines or anything else, please do!!!! I’m dying to write something new!

Thank you to everyone who requested something! I promise I’ll crank out those ships and other requests! I’ll have a couple queued to post in the next couple days.

Thanks for listening to my rant,

Angie xx

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7//ship

Ask: “Hi, could I get ship from Vikings? I am 5'4 cm and have I hourglass figure. I have long light brown hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin with freckless. People say I am nice and supportive. I tend to be very shy, but when I am with friends I am really funny. I get drunken really easily and then flirt with boys. I love nature and travelling. I am big admirer of Halfdan Black. :)”

Requested by: anon

I ship you with Halfdan!

An admirer of Halfdan the Black, you say? He would be incredibly flattered and would definitely want to know more about you. And by “know more about you” I mean shamelessly flirt with you. Since then, he has made every effort to seek you out because he was on a mission to get you to be his. It took some time while he was pursuing you but he doesn’t regret the chase because he can finally call you his.

Can we please talk about the killer combo of pale, freckled skin that compliments your striking blue eyes and long brown hair that frames your shapely body? Like he loses his damn mind over this goddess body. He is obsessed. And the fact that you are 5’4” makes it even better.

His favorite thing about you is your shyness. You’re nice and supportive personality is a complete opposite when you’re a few cups of ale in and drunk. You’re flirtatious nature is highly amusing to him. He doesn’t get jealous of you trying to flirt with other men, he just laughs and pulls you close to him, taking you home so that you won’t end up embarrassing yourself. His aftercare routine he gives you when he’s putting you to bed when you’re sleepy and drunk is cute af. He would sit you down and help you out of your clothes, he would also take your hair down and massage your scalp. Making you a bath with warm water allows him to quickly clean you and dress you in a simple nighty. He’d then take you to bed and wrap you up in furs. Tell me this man isn’t the sweetest for his woman.

He likes to so you enjoy yourself with friends and the people you love. You’re incredibly supportive and kind. It’s easy for you to make people laugh once you’re comfortable enough around them.

It’s hard for him to say no to you when you ask him if you could travel with him. He doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him but you made the compelling point of being the safest with him. He knows you love to explore and see the world with him; he loves seeing you immersed into nature. You look at peace once you take a deep breath of the salty sea air.

A/N: I literally took 3804 years but here it is lmao. I’m sorry for the late post. Also, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist :)

Taglist:  @naaladareia

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Change of heart - Ivar imagine

Summary: Ivar falls for a princess and marries her but she hates him but once she sees his soft side, maybe the ice in her heart melts away after all...

Request:  “Could i please request an imagine where Ivar falls for a beautiful and kind princess and he marries her just because he wanted her she hates him but eventually falls in love with him because he shows his vulnerable side to her💜💜”

Requested by: an anon

Word count: 2,020

A/N: I made this announcement in my last post but I’ll post it again. I will not be taking ship requests at this time since I’m swamped in them. I’m closing ships temporarily. I’ll use this time to catch up on the ship requests I already have. But you are all welcome to submit in imagine requests at this time. ALSO this is long as all heck and I felt like I was writing a novel. I was debating if I should make it two parts but I ended up just putting it all in one...

It has almost been a year since the union of your marriage to Ivar and you have the same amount of hatred in your heart for him as you did the day you first met him.

That may not be entirely true considering you have grown to tolerate him but your pride stands in the way of a peaceful and loving relationship developing. You did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he broke through one layer of wall (of many) that was designed to keep him out.

Ever since your father has agreed to give your hand in marriage to this heathen, your world drastically changed. Gone were the days of being in the comforts of your room, lounging in the gardens where the sun happily kissed your cheeks, or spending your nightly feasts with your family and loved ones. Instead, they were replaced with mandatory appearances in the throne room, doing your queenly duties while Ivar was gone, and staying up all night during drunken feasts with people you don’t even know.

Most days you slip away to a private area on the beach where you can finally get your peace of mind and relax and during those times is where you let yourself cry at your unfortunate turn of events that have brought you so much discomfort.

You would then tell yourself that only death would set you free and felt comforted by the fact that one day, this will all be over and you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the company of your husband.

Today was one of those days where you quietly slipped out of the throne room, careful to make sure you were undetected, and headed for the beach. The back of your dress dragged on the ground as your bare feet left the grass and made contact with the sand. The cold and gritty particles felt soothing as your feet sink in under your weight. You sighed as you sat down and propped up your elbows on your knees to hold your head up. Your hands framed your face and your chin rested on your palms. Deep, shaky breaths accompanied the unshed tears welling behind your eyes as you thought of how royally fucked you are (no pun intentionally intended). Recently, your betraying heart was starting to melt the brick of ice around it when it came to Ivar. You hated yourself for it and you wanted to stay stubborn and prideful. You kept trying to build up the ice back so you wouldn’t feel attached to this godforsaken place and Ivar moreso.

Seeing him being undoubtedly loyal to his people, coming back home from one successful raid to another, and most of all, building up his reputation as king from the ground up, and seeing where he started and how much he has grown in character made you admire him in some way. And you absolutely hated it. The first thing you ever told him on the day of your wedding was that he will never, and you mean never, have any place in your heart. The strong resolve weakened when he started respecting your wishes such as, giving you space when you need it, he would wait for your to come to him first so he does not frighten you off when he tries to approach you, limiting communication, and maintaining physical affection to just the eyes of the public to keep face for the reason that you withheld any kind of affection in private. So many women warned you about him, the monster that demands you warm his bed, the monster that forces you to behave, or the monster that forces you to play the role of a good wife.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the sand near you sift and toss. You don’t dare look because you already know who it is. You can tell by how heavy the movements sound. And the very person plaguing your thoughts has found your private hideout that you thought was your own little secret.

“How did you find me?” You say, sniffing and wiping your nose.

“You come here almost every night,” Ivar says, his voice soft as it drifts with the wind. “And you cry. It pains me to see my wife alone as she chooses to carry her burdens by herself.”

The sound coming out of your throat is a mix between a surprised scoff and a dry laugh.

“You don’t feel anything, Ivar,” You say knowingly. “You are empty and hollow.”

You are still making no effort to look at him but you know he has kept his distance from you as to not invade your personal space. He didn’t want to seem threatening in any way and he wasn’t sure how to make you feel more comfortable around him.

“You don’t know that,” He paused, unsure of how to word his thoughts because he doesn’t want you to feel like he has cornered you and expects something out of you. “You have built up such a strong hatred for me that it blinds you and controls you.”

“I have heard many things about yo-”

“So, you believe the words of liars? The ones that have tried to tear me down? The ones who were successful in poisoning your rational thoughts?” He asked, digging a hand into the sand and scooping up a handful. You wanted to be mad at him for reading you so easily when you tried so hard to keep it hidden but you felt ashamed for two reasons. One, he was completely right. And two, you had let the influence of others determine your own judgement of him and that wasn’t fair to him. You kept quiet because you didn’t know what to say. To fill in the growing uncomfortable silence, you shifted to cross your legs and let your arms lay in your lap as your hands made shapes in the sand.

“You know,” He continued, his voice was different this time, it was as if he were remembering fondly and lovingly. “The first time that I ever saw you, I knew that I wanted you and only you. No other could ever compare. The world around me was no longer and all I could see was you.”

Your face flushed but you were thankful that your hair was long enough to create a curtain to shield your face from his eyes. At this point, he didn’t care if you responded, he just wanted to get this all off his chest so you know where he stands.

“You were so kind and so attentive. But then, you met me,” He laughed as he remembers the look on your face when you first met him. “So much fire and spite in those big beautiful eyes.”

A small smile was present on your face as you recalled that day too.

“And I will never forget our wedding night. I knew that I had made the right choice when we were left alone to conceive the marriage and as the doors closed, you threw me down on the bed, climbed on top of me, and pressed your knife to my throat.”

“Do you remember what I said?” You ask shyly.

“Of course I remember the words from your pretty little mouth. You told me that if I ever laid my filthy hands anywhere that you didn’t allow, not only would my legs be crippled, but my arms as well.” He ginned, the corner of his eyes crinkling as the sound of his laughter followed soon after.

There was a strange feeling in your heart. It was like it was being tugged. And not by pain. You looked at him for the first time this night and seeing him smile and laugh at all these memories made the thumping in your chest more prominent.

He looked like he was in love.

Granted that these memories where shed in a negative light to you since you had hatred for him all this time. He seems to be looking at them in a carefree way, like he was amused.

“Even though I knew you hated me, I couldn’t help teasing you or annoying you.” Ivar confessed, turning his head to look at you. “Your face colored red with anger and your tongue sharpened by poisonous words always excited me.”

You immediately turn away when his eyes landed on you. Your face burst into flames upon hearing his confession and you wanted to playfully shove him but you weren’t sure about physically touching him. The only time there was any touching was when you put on a show to the people outside your home to give the illusion of a happy married couple.  You didn’t want him thinking that he has made you have a change of heart.

“W-Why are you telling me all of this?” You question, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging your legs. You heard him sigh next to you as he shuffled closer, testing the closeness and giving you a chance to create more distance or move away.

“I do not want you to fear me or to hate me,” He started, pausing to look up at the night sky that was littered with winking white dots. “I have been trying to show you that I mean no threat. I wanted to show you that I love you. I wanted to show you that I could be a good husband.”

Your breathing stopped as you froze. What did he say?

“What did you just say?” You demanded, your entire body turning to face him.

“I am not a threat?” He guessed.

“No, something else.”

“I am a good husband?” He guessed again, but the playfulness in his voice gave away that he was teasing you.

“Ivar!” You huffed in annoyance, this time not thinking about your automatic reflex to shove him. The little electric current from the touch made you immediately retract your hand.

You felt warm… and alive.

“It is true,” Ivar dramatically swept his hand out in gesture. “I have fallen in love with a princess who wants nothing to do with me.”

You wanted to laugh at his silly antics but you settled for a grin instead. Maybe he isn’t so bad as you thought he was.

“I will not change for you,” You warned.

“I would not dream of it.” Ivar agreed.

“I will still be me,”

“Of course.”

“I cannot promise love so soon, but I can promise tolerance and slight consideration to be kind to you.” You said, crossing your arms on top of your knees.

“Thank you for your generosity.” Ivar snipped sarcastically, smiling big when you shoved him again. There were a few moments of silence. It wasn’t awkward and it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt right and the drumming of your heart beat steadily in your ears.

“It’s time for me to go back inside,” He whispered so he wouldn’t startle you.

“W-wait,” You say, catching his wrist as he begins to move. “Stay with me for a little bit longer.”

You didn’t know what came over you but his company and presence has started to grow on you and you didn’t want him leave just yet. He gave you a little nod, dipping his chin in submission. You actually felt the weight on your chest lifting as you felt the tense, spiteful feelings leaving your body. You could finally relax and not feel like you have to protect yourself from him.

It was you who moved first to be closer to him and as you hesitantly hovered your head above his shoulder. Unsure if you should rest it there, his hand gently pressed your head down and found a comfortable spot around your shoulders. You closed your eyes and listened to the lapping of the water as the ripples came up on shore.

It might have taken this long for you to be in understanding with him but at least it’s a start.

I will embrace my home, you thought, my life, and my husband in a new light.

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6//ship

Ask: “Hello! I was wondering if I could request a ship. I’m 5’5”, blue eyes, brown shoulder length hair, I’m straight. I love animals, writing, reading, and music. I love to make people laugh my favorite color is green and i’m full-figured. I love spending time with people but I also need time to myself a lot, I can be very outgoing but then I’m also very reserved. I hope that’s enough, thank you so much for taking the time to do this and I am new to your blog, but I already love it. Thank you! :)”

Requested by: @shes-a-writer11924 

I ship you with Floki!

Floki swears that you are sent to him directly from Odin himself because he had been blessed with such a beautiful creature like you. You are like him in every way and he is infatuated with you. Your love for animals and the peaceful hobbies of writing, reading, and being into music is what made him realize that there is more to you than your small height (compared to him). Your hair is the perfect length for him to play with. It goes perfect with your blue eyes that always seem to be bright and full of love.

He absolutely loves that you are smaller than him and he finds the height difference amusing whenever he gives you any kind of physical affection. His favorite thing to do is guide you to sit in his lap so he could pull you close and wrap you in his arms. The feel of your full figure comforts him in all levels. He loves to hold you at any time or place in the day and it never bothers him when people make remarks about you. His crazy nature sometimes brings him to lash out when he has had enough with the snarky comments. He knows that in his heart that he is attracted to you in all the ways imaginable and nothing will ever change that. 

The fact that you love to make people laugh goes so well for him because he loves to laugh and make everything fun. You don’t have to put much effort, anything just sends him into a fit of giggles.

Floki has no problem with your outgoing nature since he knows that you love to spend time with people that you love and the ones that mean the most to you, but he also understands that you have a limit on how long you can tolerate being social. He tries to gauge the moment when you’ve had enough public interaction so he could whisk you away back home and take care of your needs whether it be reading you a book while stroking your hair or just helping you fall asleep but softly singing lullabies. He always seems to know when you need time to yourself because he would quietly slip away and work on a boat and leave you to be with your own company as you either take a walk in the forest, creatively write, or read sitting on the sand near the water.

Being a little reserved could be a downfall but Floki chooses to look at it in a positive light because being reserved means that you are always think about what to say and that you keep everyone you love close to your heart. You don’t like loud and crowded interactions and he finds that perfectly okay. To be honest, sometimes he uses your reserved nature as an excuse to leave early with you so that both of you could go home and finally spend time alone together.

A/N: I am so sorry that this took such a long time. I am 100% responsible but nonetheless, here it is! I hope you like it :)

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5//ship

Ask: “Hey :) can I get a male ship please? I’m 5’ (barely) long curly black hair, brown eyes, thicker body size. I love nature and the outdoors so much, something about it just calms me and makes me happy. I love kids and helping others in need when I can. I’m a Virgo to a T (even the bad traits of a Virgo fit me lol).”

Requested by: @sabrina-lemafa 

I ship you with Bjorn!

First of all, can we talk about how Bjorn would be totally infatuated with your full, thick, and luscious body? Like he cannot, for the life of him, stop touching some part of your body for more than a millisecond. He has to be touching you in some way whether it be innocently or not. This means he always makes an excuse to pull you closer to him or guide you to sit on his lap and you know full well that his excuses are a load of bs but you’re not complaining.

Also, he makes sure that you know that he absolutely loves every inch of your five foot frame by constantly worshiping you. He thinks you look like an absolute goddess with long black curls paired with deep brown eyes. That combination and your killer body is enough to bring him to his knees.

Some of the good traits of a Virgo are being patient, loyal, and caring. This ties in with your love of children and helping other in need. It always bring a smile to Bjorn’s face when he sees your interact with small children and how caring you are to everyone in general. He has no doubts about your loyalty because he knows that you’re heart will forever belong to him.

Some of the bad traits of a Virgo are stubbornness, over analytical, and petty. He knows that he should be annoyed about them but he can’t bring himself to be. He loves you for who you are and that includes all the negative things that you come with. Your stubbornness actually amuses him and he finds it cute how determined you are. Even though you are over analytical, he helps to calm you down when you overthink of all the bad things that can happen when he’s away either on raids or trade deals. He reassures you that he will be home as fast as he can and that he’ll bring you something back. He does everything in his power to make you relax when you tense up. Some might say that being petty is a bad trait but Bjorn thinks it’s anything but. He will be the first to let you know that it’s funny af to watch you be petty to someone who deserved it. When it happens, he always makes sure that he has a front row seat so he can watch the altercation unfold with knowing eyes and a small smirk.  

Since you love being outside and nature so much, he would often find you at the shore and sitting on the sand, watching the rise and fall of the water. As the water laps at the edge of the land, you lie back on the blanket and close your eyes to listen to everything nature has to tell you. The soft breeze blowing by, the chatty crows flying overhead, the forest dancing in the wind as the leaves rattle against each other, and most importantly, the sound of the water rippling. It’s not long before he finally sits down beside you and lays back to relax with you. You both usually end up staying there for most of the night, watching the sun leave and the moon take its place as the stars start to wake up as well.

He literally can never get tired of you. He loves watching you do basically anything. He’s a real life puppy when he’s at home with you. He follows you around when he doesn't know what to do with himself, he seeks attention when he wants to be loved, he whines when your attention strays off him for more than 2 seconds, and most of all, he loves you so much.

A/N: I have so many ship requests and I’m literally drowning in them lmao. I think I’m going to close them temporarily to catch up on them and finally get to the imagine and headcanon requests.

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running bet was sooooo cute😍😍

ahhhhhh! Thank you so much lovely 😭💕 this made my day 😝❤️

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Running Bet - Ivar Imagine

Summary: The reader is very much pregnant and there is a running bet on the gender of the baby…

Request: “Could you Ivar request where the reader is his wife who is pregnant and she finds out that Ivar, his brothers and her brothers have a running bet on the sex of the baby??”

Requested by: anon

Word count: 1,196

A/N: thank you all for such lovely comments and the great requests! I wanted to add a quick note on shipping requests, if you want a specified gender ship, please say so! If you don’t add it, I’m assuming you don’t care whether it’s a male or female ship! Other than that, enjoy this Imagine :)

The fire crackled in the hearth as the flames provided some light inside the warm home. The wooden bin placed near it was filled with warm water. As you slipped off the straps of your dress, the fabric pooled on the floor at your feet. Stepping out of the rest of your clothes, you swing a leg over the edge of the bath and slowly lower yourself. You blew out a breath as you finally slid into the warm water of the bath. The water in the bin lapped the lip of the tub before settling. The aching on your lower spine has not taken a break since you have started your third trimester. This is the only time your body seemed to relax and the only time the baby stopped its war inside you.

As you smoothed a hand over your stomach, you smiled down at it. You could not wait until your held your baby in your arms. Thinking about the little fingers, toes, and bright little eyes looking up at you made your heart melt. Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the door creak open to reveal Ivar coming home.

You only came to when you heard him softly calling your name so he does not frighten you. He takes a seat in the wooden chair right beside the tub. When you finally look at him, you reach a hand from the tub to hold his hand. Water drips from your fingertips but he doesn’t mind as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back.

“Where were you?” You ask, humming when he trails his lips up your arm.

He is silent for a moment before answering, “Talking with my brothers and then your brothers joined us.” He leans over the edge to kiss the skin of your stomach that was not submerged in the water. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. The fact that his voice was calm suggests that he had a civil conversation with them. Your brothers aren’t big fans of your husband but they respect your marriage to him but that doesn’t mean they have to be happy about it and they still aren’t.

“Yeah? What did you talk about?” You question, still in disbelief that they lasted more than one word spoken before a fight broke out. “If you tell me that all of you sat there without starting a war, you are a liar.”

“I will not deny that a fight started but all I will say that we all came to some sort of agreement with varying point of views.” He smiled, his eyes twinkling. Oh, how you did not trust the mischievous glint and the knowing grin. You felt his hand gently caress your prominent bump and as if the baby sensed the touch of their father, multiple light kicks were delivered.

“I hope you are a strong and healthy boy,” Ivar whispered, his hand still rubbing soft circles. You grab his wrist to still his movements, it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on.

“What are the stakes, Ivar?” You frown, eyes burning holes on the side of his head. He looks back at you, his wicked grin growing.

“At first it was some weapons,” He shrugged, leaning back. “then we decided to go bigger.”

You could tell that there was more and you didn’t like where this was going. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you lightly chewed on it with nervousness. As your hand slides up to the back of his head, you grab hold on his braids tightly. “Tell me, Ivar.” you demanded, forcing him to turn his head and look at you in the eyes.

“Houses, lands, boats…” He continued, “and your hands in my braids is how we got this baby.”

You released your hand and shoved his head away as he laughed. “This is so ridiculous. How could you do this over a baby.” You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms when he laughed harder.

———————

Once you felt the baby coming, you knew it was time. You tried to roll over and wake Ivar up so he could fetch the midwife but all you could let out was a pained scream. He sat up so fast and nearly fell out of bed. He was quick to help you place the cushions under your legs as he hastily got out of bed and called for a slave and ordered her to find the midwife.

As women arrive at your home, they ushered him outside where his brothers and your brothers stood, waiting. It didn’t take them long to find out you were giving birth since your screams could be heard from the next country over.

It has been hours and he was getting even more worried by the minute. His hands were pulling at his hair every time he heard your pained groans. His attention was averted when he spotted his nephew bounding up to him. He tried to keep a positive face as the boy took a seat next to him, rolling around a tattered ball. Too keep his mind off you, he turned to the boy.

“What do you think the baby is going to be?” Ivar questioned, watching him stop the ball and think about it a little.

“It will be…” he started, looking up to the sky with his face scrunched up in thought. “It will be a boy,”

Hvitserk, Ubbe, Bjorn, and Ivar grinned in victory as they interrupted him with praise and taunted your brothers that a child was on their side. See, Ivar and his brothers placed bets on the baby being a boy… your brothers bet on a girl.

“And a girl.” He finished, continuing to play with the ball. All conversation stopped as all men looked at the little boy.

“And a girl?” Ivar breathed, “Why do you think that?”

“The seer told me,” the boy shrugged.

“The seer told us boy!” Ubbe exclaimed, waving his hands angrily.

“The seer told us girl!” Your brothers interjected.

As another fight was in the making, the midwife came to the door to welcome two little bundles into the world, who were in fact, a girl and boy. She stopped as soon as she saw the scene unfold in front of her. A sigh escaped her as she didn’t bother stopping it, instead, she turned on her heel and went back to the tired mother.

“They are at war,” She whispered, placing the two babies on your chest.

You let out a weary laugh as the midwife cleaned up the blankets and helped you get into a more comfortable position.

“They will come in when they break enough bones,” You smiled down at your children knowingly.

“How did you know?” The midwife asked, fixing your shift. Your smile brightened as you looked at your nephew who stood at the door, peering in.

“My nephew told me and he has never been wrong about anything.”

If the men had stopped fighting and put their heads together, they would have realized that the seer had only told them what they wanted to hear.

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In your headcanon of a relationship with Ivar you said that fights always end in sex; care to write a one-shot about it?

bitCH WOULD I EVER??? STRAP THE FUCK IN FOR THIS RIDE HOES ❤️

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Can you write something with Halfdan?

I would love to, care to be more specific about it?

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4// ship

Ask: “Can I have a male ship? I’m a 5’6 beach wavy brunette with green eyes. I’m a giant bookworm and fiercely loyal to my family and friends. I’m introverted and have a resting bitch face so when people meet me they are initially put off but once you get to know me I’m very smart, witty/sarcastic, kind and adventurist. I’m very self confident and self assured with who I am and what I want so I don’t really pay mind to people’s opinions of me. Thank you so much!“

Requested by: Anon

I ship you with Harald!

Oddly enough, it was your resting bitch face that drew him to you. While everyone else is too intimidated to talk to you or approaching you is the last thing they want to do, Harald found it very intriguing to say the least. He knew that there was more to you than what meets the eye and it wasn’t only a five foot six, green-eyed, wavy brown-haired beauty with a natural face that means business. He definitely wanted to know who this woman was. And surprise, surprise, after he got to know you well, he was blown away with how quick and sarcastic you could be.

He thinks it’s cute that you immerse yourself in stories and legends. You’re always eager to learn stories from outsiders or travelers just passing through. You use your knowledge to your advantage by creating adventurous tales to tell to children based on the stories that you hear. He never had any doubt that you are exceptionally smart in all the ways imagined possible. You know how to use that to your advantage with everything.

Being introverted doesn’t necessarily mean not associating with everyone and being a hermit but you would rather be at home and you don’t mind your own company for long periods of time. It’s not that you don’t like people but you would rather not have more social interactions than you need to and Harald understands that you don’t like overly crowded areas that force you to speak to more people than you would want to.

He cannot stress enough how much he thinks it’s so sexy that you’re confident in yourself. He loves the way you carry yourself with so much grace and your chin tilted up. Not in arrogance but in self-respect. You always know exactly what you want and you don’t sugar-coat anything. You might be the whispers of the town for a little while but you couldn’t care less what anyone has to say even when it comes to Harald. Not that he would ever put you down but he would try to talk you out of doing some things but you know how to handle yourself and you make sure he knows good and well that you will not be swayed. Sometimes your confidence comes out as defiance and he has no problem setting you straight later that night. ;)

Harald would never keep you from doing something and that includes traveling. He loves it when you both take a boat, just you and him, and sail somewhere for a few nights before returning home. Whenever he travels somewhere, you’re right there beside him, seeing the world.

One of his favorite things to do is to hold you in some way or form whether it be to his chest when you are sleeping, holding your hand while standing, or having a hand on your knee when you’re sitting side by side. He needs to feel you with him at all times. That being said, he always hates to leave you when you don’t come on raids with him. He’ll miss you terribly and he can’t wait to see you again. The moment you are reunited with your love is the happiest day. He immediately grabs you and whisks you away so you could spend your much needed time alone.

He wouldn’t ever trade you for anything in the world and if that means not being king, then so be it. He would never want to lose you and he would never want to live a life without you. He is so devoted to you and worships the ground you walk on. Unlike others, he will tell you he loves you any chance that he gets. You can always count on him to be on your side no matter what. He is loyal and protective and will shelter you from any harm. He will spend the rest of his life complimenting you until the day you both die. He just has so much love in his heart for you. He looks at you with literal heart eyes.

A/N: I’m literally so mad at myself. I thought I queued this but it was actually just sitting in my drafts. I need to set reminders STAT.

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Hvitserk headcanons

Summary: being in a relationship with Hvitserk would include...

Warnings: hvitserk being a cutie, mentions of the doodly-doo, cuss words

Word count: 888

Requested: anon

A/N: I’ve literally fallen off the face of the earth these past few months and that’s due to me trying to figure out how to somewhat get my life together for college. I apologize for the lack of content but hopefully I’ll be back to regular programming soon. I hope you guys enjoy this one :) and please don’t hate me! Another fyi, feedback and comments always make my day and they give me the extra confidence to post more content. ALSO, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist or want me to make a masterlist.

A huge tease

Like the ultimate tease

Not only in a sexual way

But in a playful way with his words

“If you wanted me this bad, you did not have to go to great lengths to get me in bed.” he smirks, holding you against him

“The only reason we are in the position is because I tripped over your furs on the floor and I ended up knocking you over onto our bed. Do not make this into anything more than it really is, hvitserk.” you chide as the little upwards tilt of your lips gives away your amusement

He takes everything you say to the top level of dramatic

Everytime you tell him you love him, a wide, wolfish grin crawls on his face as he looks at you knowingly

You give him a hard stare

“Do not make this into a bigger deal than it is.”

“You love me?” now he’s up and walking towards you

“Do you really love me, sweetheart?”

“Now that you are giving me a chance to think about it, I take back what I said.” you deadpan, backing away from him

“SHE LOVES ME!” he yells clutching his chest before throwing his arms around you

He’s not one to get jealous easily

But will definitely intervene when all your attempts of rejecting goes unnoticed by the person trying to pursue you

He trusts you completely

Because he knows that there is no competition when it comes to your attention and love

He has it all

That, and the million times a day you tell him that you love him

Literally

You both say “i love you” so much that you both play a game of who can say it the most

It’s sickly sweet

And annoying tbh (according to his brothers)

They would just stare in disgust, witnessing the scene unfold in front of them

It would take all of .2 seconds for them to clear the room

It’s actually really hard to get him mad

Especially when it was in beginning of the relationship

But now that you have been together for quite some time

You know all the right buttons to push

Do you sometimes do it on purpose?

Hell yeah

He’s hella hot when angry

His face is stone still

His lips pushed together in a straight line

He doesn’t necessarily avoid you

But he doesn’t make an effort to seek you out

Or talk to you

This is the perfect opportunity to start annoying him for attention

You’d come up behind him

And engulf him with a hug

You’d press your face into his back

“Hvisteeeerk,” you whine “don’t ignore me, baby.”

He just grunts, his arms still tightly fold across his chest

“You know, sometimes I really can’t stand you.” he finally lets out after a few moments of silence

You laugh and press a kiss against his back

“You really know how to flatter a woman,” you tease, hugging him tighter. “But I do happen to take that as a compliment.”

Despite your antics of annoying him, he can’t help but love you

And admire your dedication to find more of his pet peeves he didn’t know he had

He’s fiercely protective of you

Always honest and up front

He never hides anything from you

He only lies if he has a really good reason

Usually that reason is your safety or wellbeing

You learned your lesson to never scare him

That one time you snuck up behind him

Thinking how hilarious it was going to be to see his reaction

How wrong you were

It almost cost you your life

You let out a scream behind him

Everything happened in a blink

He wrapped a hand around our throat with his dagger pressed to your heart

He released a heavy breath, “don’t you ever do that again.”

Shortly after that you both learned that having a hand around your neck isn’t so bad

Angry sex is definitely a thing

Like super rough

He’d fuck you through the bed if he could and that’s the tea

Picture this

Him taking you on every surface he could find

100% prefers you riding him

So he could see your face

Twisting in pleasure

“You look so beautiful taking me like this.” he sighs

The light sheen of sweat makes your skin glow as the light from the fireplace illuminates you

Will absolutely go vanilla when he knows you need some good loving

“Look at this beautiful body,” he whispers, “made perfectly just for me.”

He knows how to keep it fun

Like when he ghosts his fingers over your skin

Effectively tickling you

You try to squirm away when his fingers press into the sensitive areas

Like the inside of your thighs

Or in the dip of your spine

Or the spot just above your hips

You can’t help but gasp and clutch his wrists when he finds your tickle areas

You try pushing his hands away

But he dodges your arms and legs with ease

His favorite part of everyday is at night

When you both are in bed

You’re already asleep

And the fire is going

And it casts its golden light upon your face

He can’t help but think how he got so lucky with someone like you

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3// ship

Ask: “can i have a male ship please? im 5’8’ long dark brown hair and have a slim figure. Im someone who will do anything for anyone, even if i just met them no matter the cost to myself. I never stop smiling and im also SUPER sassy / sarcastic. i usually never stand up for myself but if someone else is getting screamed at or is being treated unfairly, ill definitely step in. my friends and family are everything to me.”

Requested by: an anon

I ship you with Ubbe!

The first thing that Ubbe remembers about you is your interesting way of being painfully sarcastic and sassy. He didn’t know you well at that time but he was definitely enamored and he was determined to know you. Now that you both are together officially, he’s still awed by your quick wit. He himself isn’t pardoned by the receiving end of the stick.

The fact that you would do anything for someone even though they are a stranger is really admirable but he doesn’t want to see you getting hurt in the process and he doesn’t want you getting taken advantage of. He will definitely protect you and will talk you out of a situation that threatens your wellbeing. He knows you mean well and that you want to help for the greater good but he explains that not everyone wants what’s best for you. They only think about themselves and how they can benefit from your kindness. They will most likely mistake your kindness for weakness.

In the comfort of your own home with the fire going, he loves to sit on your shared bed with your slim figure in between his legs with your back facing him so he could braid your hair. Playing with your long brown hair comforts him and is a personal stress reliever. He loves knowing that you don’t let anyone else touch your hair but him. And vice versa to all of this because you absolutely love braiding his hair especially right before a raid. His finds it so relaxing when he feels your tugging and pulling his hair tight because he is reassured that his braids won’t fall apart or come undone after you are finished.

In the times that you end up defending someone, you do all that you can to make sure that everyone is treated fairly and nicely. He thinks it’s noble of you to stand up for someone who doesn’t know how to defend themselves but it hurts him seeing that you take all the verbal hits yourself. He feels his heart clench as he watches your head tilt down and the tears swimming just behind your eyes. That’s when he has had enough and uses everything in his power to tear that person to pieces, whether it be verbally or physically. More often physically than verbally. After the altercation, he would guide you home and do everything he can to make you feel much better. Such as taking care of your needs like running you a soothing bath, undressing you and dressing you for bed and wrapping you in his furs. He will pull you to his chest and murmur comforting words.

The one thing about you that he loves more than anything in this word is that you are family-orientated and are fiercely loyal to your blood and your friends. What would you do for them? The question is what wouldn’t you do for them? Your big heart cannot grow with anymore love than it already has when you are with your family. When Ubbe leaves for raids or adventures with his brothers, you always make sure to visit your friends in family so you can spend your time surrounded by people you love and not spend your time missing the love of your life and being in constant worry.

He will never grow tired with the way his heart jumps beats fast every time he comes back from a raid and sees you waiting at the dock for him. He’s fast to move to the front of the ship to find you. It’s not hard to spot you considering the fact that you’re wearing one of his fur capes around your shoulders. He thinks you look absolutely beautiful with your hair blowing in the wind as you wait for his boat to be tied to the docks. As the villagers cheer and crowd around the warriors, his eyes are only on you and he pushes past people to get to you. When he finally reaches you, he cups a hand on your face and brings you to a much needed kiss. The rest of the day is spent in each others arms with the fire crackling in the background.

Never question his loyalty or love for you because you will always have it. He doesn’t say “I love you” often but when he does, he really means it. Plus, he doesn’t have to say it because you already know through the little things he does for you.

A/N: I literally haven’t posted in months and I’m really really sorry about that. I promise I didn’t forget about the requests sitting in my inbox, in fact they haunted me everyday and I felt super guilty not getting out the content that was requested. But fear not! I’m back and working really hard to finish all the current requests I have. Leaving comments or feedback always goes a long way and helps me stay motivated to get more work done. ALSO let me know if you want to be added in the taglist!

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Halfdan Headcanons

Summary: Halfdan being jealous would include...

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, you guys know the drill

Word count: 813

A/N: Requests have been coming in and I’m so happy! Thank you all for submitting your requests! This one is a little short but I did my best so...

oh boy

this man gets jealous very easily

and very fast

it didn’t take much before his blood is boiling

he doesn’t like to admit it

but you know he gets insecure

because he thinks about how the other person would be so much better for you

they make you laugh easily

they make you smile more

he lingers around

brods in the corner

glowering and sulking

it’s when the person puts a hand on you where they shouldn’t that he decides to take action

he power walks towards you

unsheathing his sword

but he doesn’t need to continue

because in less than a blink of an eye

you have a dagger to their throat

your lips turned into a twisted smile

gleaming eyes piercing into their soul

“Remove your hand or I will remove it for you in five, four, three…”

and damn if that doesn’t make him instantly hard

most nights end up in angry rough sex because he gets jealous like 749% of the time

you always have to reassure him that you’re not going to leave him

or that you’re with him until the end of time

his chest always tightens when he sees someone else chat you up

his heart wrenches in the thought that he isn’t good enough for you

THEN HE IS OVERCOME BY SUDDEN, BLINDING RAGE

but like internally

he’ll kill the person in his mind in many different ways

actually starts planning their death

he starts to execute his plan

you intercept him before he gets a chance to do anything

when you both go home that night, he’ll definitely be petty af

by giving you the silent treatment

or short, snarky replies

bringing you to the edge over and over

“Maybe you will think twice before responding so sensually to him.”

you know he’s trying to get a rise out of you

but all you could do was moan around your smart ass reply

“Maybe yo- oh, fuck- you will- hnnnng- you…”

“What was that, petal?”

he pulls away when he feels you about to erupt

you sob breathlessly, feeling the loss

this is probably the 123rd time he’s done this tonight

“I promise to be a good- oh fuuck- a good girl for you, please, please, please.”

hearing you beg is like music to his ears

if during an instance of which he brings himself getting closer to you and the person

he would put an arm around your waist

and pull you closer until you’re basically crushed at his side

“Find someone else to warm your bed.” he snarls

“I have and you have an arm around her. I found her first, so why don’t you find someone else to warm your bed.”

*cue ‘blinking white guy’ meme*

you bet your ass that he’s the first to start throwing hands

you let him get a few hits in

he isn't stopping and it’s concerning

you pull him away before he ends up beating them to death

some people have the audacity to approach you and flirt with you in front of him

you put a reassuring hand on his chest

his eyes are blazing murder

“Yeah? You know who else would like to take me bent over a table? My lover. And he has multiple times. In fact, when we get home tonight, He will do it again so thank you for the suggestion.”

the promise was kept

“You’re mine, petal. All mine. I want to hear you say it!”

“I’m- of Odin and Valhalla- I’m yours, I’m yo- hnnnng- yours!”

you woke up with a bruise across your waist

he was a little too rough when he had you over the kitchen table

who’s to complain?

with a dick like that? Not you

every time you think he’s over it

his jealousy gets the best of him

and the cycle is back

it’s the circle of life

although it gets super irritating that he can't go for more than one second without getting jealous, you can’t help but love that he’s only looking out for you

even though he knows you can hold up on your own

i’ve already mentioned that harald friendly-flirts with you on purpose

you don’t pay any mind

harald is a little shit

trying to get halfdan angry af

“Harald, can you keep your dick in your pants for more than one second.”

“But why? There’s such a pretty little thing sitting right next to me, I wouldn’t mind a taste.”

“I would kill you before your next breath if you touch her.”

you sit there rolling your eyes

harald smiles smugly in his brothers face, knowing he successfully pissed him off

at the end of the day, you make sure he knows that you will always belong to him

sometimes it’s you that has to take care of him

you know exactly what I mean ;)

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This is just a thought, so please don't feel obligated to do it! But what do you think of poly!Ships? Like shipping someone with two characters and describing them in a poly relationship with said characters?

uHm I THINK POLY RELATIONSHIPS ARE GREAT MAN. I’m writing a headcanon that has a poly relationship. Send in anything your little heart desires. Just please be specific in your request that you want to have a poly ship. xx

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2// Ship

Ask: “Hey~ Could I please get a male ship? I'm 5'2, brunette, blue eyed and pale as a ghost. I'm the youngest of my friends but the mother hen (always taking care of them). I'm fairly pessimistic and speak fluent sarcasm (often mistaken as being serious), I'm also too kind for my own good, I can never say "no". I portray a calm front, but I go absolutely berserk if pushed to my limits. My friends often describe me as "innocent face, dirty mind". I'm a bit of a homebody and love horror movies.”

Requested By: an anon

I ship you with Bjorn!

Bjorn is completely obsessed with your tiny height and the difference between you both. He loves to tease you about it basically all the time. Not only verbally but physically as well. He’ll pick you up in his arms like a father would pick up his child. And some people would stop and ask if he is your father. Your body and face would flush and you would turn to him and smack him with flailing arms as he replies with a too eager “Yes… yes, she is. Look at how adorable she is.” Although you can’t quite reach his face, you settle with beating the closest thing… his chest. He would also pull you to his lap whenever he sits down and he still looms over you even when you’re sitting. But other times he’s so caring and considerate. For example, if something is out of your reach, he would gladly help you out.

He always seems breathless whenever he looks into your eyes. He swears that he’s looking at oceans and he loves how your porcelain skin perfectly compliments your features. It’s alarming and quite humorous how taken he is with your skin because he would spend the rest of his life slowly running his fingers and hands over every inch of your body if he could.

Bjorn certainly does not complain about your “mother hen” tendencies. He thinks it’s absolutely sweet that you dote on him and everyone else you care for. You flutter around, taking care of needs and passing along advice. Someone is hungry? Food is provided. Someone is having a rough time? Comfort and consolation is given. Someone isn’t in a good place or situation at the moment? Anything and everything is done to help them. He is both grateful and annoyed that that is your nature because although you have given your effort and care to people, there are some who take advantage of you and all the things that you do. He does all he can to explain to you that you can’t just take care of everyone even when they aren’t treating you fairly and you always tell him that you can’t just turn your back on someone and tell them “no”.

Tying in with your mother hen personality, your constant worry gets the best of you from time to time. You can’t help but think of the worst that could happen whether it’s about Bjorn out on a raid with his brothers or when he’s gone and you’re alone back at home. Whenever you voice your concerns, he pulls you close to comfort you and to tell you that he’ll be back home soon and he’ll be back in your arms once again. Even if you are concerned with the smallest or simplest things, he’s be there to reassure you that sometimes bad things happen but he’ll always be by your side and protect you like that one time you bought fresh bread from the market and the tiniest bird “attacked” you. You swore you saw murder burning in it’s small beady eyes and the shear evil radiating from it’s little feathered body. FYI, he will never let you live that down. Ever.

You both find it entertaining on any occasion when you are being incredibly sarcastic and saucy but you are being taken completely serious. You both look at each other and share a knowing smile as he snickers quietly next to you. You continue on with the conversations and you try many many times to say something outrageous so that the person would finally understand that you aren’t being sincere. Does it work? Not all the time. Nonetheless, it’s always a amusing to you and Bjorn.

His favorite thing about you is how calm and docile you are at any given situation, even when it’s stressing and overwhelming. He’s not going to lie, his most favorite thing is watching your string being wound too tight until it finally snaps. Him and his “friend” get a little too excited as you become bitchy and call people out. Your small frame would tense up as you face the person with a heated face and hands pinned to your sides as you let your anger steam and simmer in your head before the dam breaks. Bjorn monitors the event unfolding and will pull you out if it escalates any deeper. When he manages to break you free and carry you home, he helps you into a warm bath and he’ll try to calm you down by softly and gently washing you and massaging you in the places that are still tense.

Looks can be completely deceiving and you are living and breathing proof. Your angelic and pure appearance could not help anyone recover from the surprise of your filthy choice of words. To say Bjorn was pleasantly surprised is an understatement. He was shocked to the core especially after you both shortly started your relationship. He would have never thought that your pretty little mind could ever form any of those words in the same sentence with such an alluring voice. His perception of you took a 360 but you always find a way to surprise him with every little thing you do and he honestly loves the way you keep him on his toes.

Although you like going out and about, you’d rather spend your time doing things in the comfort of your home. Bjorn will succeed in coaxing you to at least spend some time with him outside for a little while or he’ll accompany you to the market or somewhere else you need to go since the only time you leave the house is when you absolutely need to buy something or you felt like spending some time catching up with one of his brothers. He’d make a big scene when he’s convincing you to step out into the fresh air. He’ll act like a child and provoke you until he gets his way which is out of character for him since he usually uses his demanding voice to get his way in any situation. But in cases like this, he hopes that you’ll become annoyed enough at his immature antics and come out as an act of defiance.

Words cannot express how much you mean to him and how much he loves you with every fragment of his being. He always makes a point to tell you that he loves you at least a million times a day and then some.

A/N: It’s been for-freaking-ever since I posted last and I apologize for that! So many things have been coming up and I’ve had no time to finish and post anything, but I have been working slowly but surely on requests on the spare times that I’ve managed to wrangle for myself. More headcanons and ships coming soon! Just hold tight and wait for updates. Also to the anon who requested this, thank you for making this request! Honestly I was debating between Bjorn and Ubbe for you but Bjorn won out in the end… hope you like it!

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