#Floki/Reader

[blakeswritingimagines]

Wiping Away Their Kisses

Ragnar: He'll laugh and smile, then he'll jokingly chase you around, trying to kiss you again, though he's pretty much pretending to put in any effort into it. Once he's caught you, he'll wrap you up in his arms, and kiss you on the neck instead.

Athelstan: "What are you doing?" He can't help but ask as he frowns at the act of wiping away a kiss. He is not happy about you being playful, especially when it comes to something as intimate as a kiss. He sees this as a sign of you not valuing the connection you have, and it bothers him.

Floki: His grin spreads wide at this like he's finding the situation hilarious. He lets his lips curl into a lopsided smile before leaning back slightly and playfully sticking his tongue out at you, teasing you. He winks and giggles, "I guess you're just not into it, huh?" His voice is teasing but playful.

Lagertha: She'll chuckle to herself, secretly entertained by the playful gesture. She'll lean forward and press her lips against yours once again, enjoying the feel of your skin against her own. When you playfully wipe it away again, she grins and says in a teasing voice, "I'll keep kissing you until you're too overwhelmed to wipe them away anymore."

Aslaug: She'll laugh after knowing it was a joke, and give a teasing look, then pull you close again and softly kiss your lips. She'll whisper, "Who said I was done yet?"

Bjorn: Is annoyed at first, but he quickly becomes playful and grabs your hands, preventing you from wiping away any more kisses. He leans in and slowly kisses your cheeks, lips, and finally neck. He'll release your hands and trail his fingers along your body, gently squeezing your hip before backing away.

Ubbe: A look of playful annoyance crosses his face. But that quickly turns into a devilish smirk. When you go to wipe away another kiss, he gently grabs your hands and pulls you closer so you can't.

Hvitserk: If you playfully wipe away a kiss, he would playfully pretend to be offended, then he would playfully grab your arms and pull you into another kiss while saying in a playfully playful tone, "You can't get rid of me that easily."

Sigurd: "What are you doing?" He'll laugh to hide his embarrassment and playfully reach for another kiss. He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. With one hand, he'll cup your chin and lean in close. He'll gaze into your eyes and gently kiss you again, taking his time and letting your lips softly brush against each other.

Ivar: He gives you a playful glare, letting his lips curl into a small smirk. "Oh, you're asking for it now." He leans forward, putting his hands on your hips, and starts kissing you again.

Halfdan: He smirked at the little trick you tried to play on him. He then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately, deeply, and repeatedly as he runs his fingers through your hair, leaving strands of it disheveled as he does so.

Harald: He would look you in the eyes and smile, leaning in to kiss you again. He takes your hand and gently pulls you close. He'll whisper in your ear: "I couldn't help myself, darling - your lips are too irresistible to resist." As he kisses you again, more deeply this time, and gently bites your bottom lip before pulling away. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers again, "Let's not be play tonight, shall we?"

[dehlicia]

i'm not crazy when i say that floki and joão felix are lookalike, i mean, LOOK AT THEM

[beamergirll11]

You Leave Them, They Beg You Not To

“Don’t go… please. I know I’m not easy to love, I know I’ve made mistakes, but I can’t lose you. You’re the only one who’s ever seen me for more than this crippled body, the only one who’s ever stood by my side. I can’t be without you—I won’t be without you! I’ll do anything, change anything, just don’t leave me. Don’t leave me alone in this world that despises me. I’m begging you… don’t turn your back on me now. I need you… more than I’ve ever needed anything.”

“Please, don’t do this… don’t leave me. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you. You’re my anchor, the only thing that keeps me from drifting into darkness. I’ll do anything, I’ll change—I swear I’ll be better, just don’t go. Please, I’m begging you, give me another chance. I need you in my life, more than anything. Without you… I’m lost. Please, don’t turn away from me now. Stay with me. We can find a way through this, together.”

“Please don’t abandon me. I am lost without you. I’ve built my life around you, around us. The gods themselves seem to have turned their gaze away, and without you, I have no direction. I will do anything, sacrifice anything—just tell me what you need, and I’ll give it. I’m begging you, return to me. I can’t bear the thought of facing this world alone. Please, don’t leave me in this darkness. I need you. I need you more than anything in this world.”

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?

summary: it's in the title :)

notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey, @ivarlover @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy @esme-viridian (hmu to be added/removed!)

masterlist | based on this request

Ragnar

Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)

Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…

He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’

If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug

Aslaug

Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears

Aslaug actually always knew

She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?

“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)

Lagertha

Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?

Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)

Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy

She’s in the fame biz

Bjorn

Bro throws a toddler tantrum

He will literally stomp the ground

“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)

So so bitter about it (he deserves that)

Ubbe

Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki

He does not care

“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”

Gets over it the fastest

Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues

Hvitserk

Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything

Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy

What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?

Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive

Sigurd

Don’t tell him

For your own safety

Will kill you and then himself

Ivar

Don’t tell him either

Never lets anyone hear the end of it

So so so annoying for a silly little guy

He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all

Floki

Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW

Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)

He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)

Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar

Ecbert

So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar

Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??

He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.

Gets sad drunk over it way too long

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Kinktober Day 24 (Belated)

Floki - Jealousy

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

He hates the way Rollo puts his hand over your arm and leans in as he talk to you. He hates the admitting way you smile at Thorsten. He hates the way you tilt your head as you listen to Ragnar's stories.

You are not theirs. You are his. His alone.

He grabs you by the arm and drags you off. He takes you to a secret little place in Kattegat, seeing how the boatyard is too far out.

"Floki, what has gotten into you?" You demand. He scoffs, pulling you to him for a possessive kiss. You moan softly against his lips. He licks into your mouth right away. You whimper, meeting his tongue with your own. He grabs at your arse and your hips, rucking up your dress.

"Get my breeches." He hisses. It is an order.

You undo the laces of your breeches. "Good, now I will show you that you are mine." The Boatsmith hisses. He's evidently possessive and jealous. "You are the only one for me." You cooe. But you know your verbal assurance is not enough. Floki will have to stake his claim.

Not that you mind.

You ruck up your skirts. "Go ahead, claim me." You cooe.

Floki shoves you against the nearest wall and you pull down his breeches. You wrap your leg around his hip and line him up. Floki whines and shoves forward. "Gods." You moan. Floki humms in agreement. "Yes, my love, yes." He growls. He fits inside you perfectly. It is like the Gods made him for you and you for him. You are his and his alone. He is yours, all yours.

He kisses you fiercely. You taste the possessiveness on his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

"You are mine." He growls. "I don't want anyone else to look at you. I want no one else to touch you. Only I." He sneers as he thrusts into you, again and again. You gasp, baring your throat to him, surrendering to his greed. "I am yours, Floki, I am yours." You assure him in a gasping, airy tone.

[imagines-for-everybody-blog]

Floki fluff

You’re drunk and tried to kiss Floki.

Warnings: nothing but falling more in love with Floki ❤

You were drinking with Floki.

„I really like you.“, you admitted.

You tried to kiss him but he gently pushed you away „I want you to be sober and really wanting this.“

„B-but I don’t know if I’m confident enough to kiss you when I’m sober.“, you mumbled against his shoulder.

He gave you a kiss on top of your head „Y/N you are so much more confident then you think.“

You felt warm and save in his arms and a few moments later you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up but something was strange. You tried to turn around but something or someone was holding you tight.

Flashbacks of last night rushed through your mind and you blushed. You were embarrassed because you just told Floki your feelings kind of and on the other hand Floki was so sweet and caring. He must have carried you to his house because you still lived with your family. But here it was just you and him.

„Floki?“, you whispered.

„Good morning Y/N.“, he answered.

You turned around to face him. Still in his arms you studied his face, to see what he feels or thinks. His eyes were warm and soft…and looking in your eyes. You tried not to blush. Your heart was beating faster and faster.

You didn’t know what to say so you leaned forward. One hand was on your back and one hand was on your cheek.

Then your lips found his. His grip on your back was getting stronger and your kiss was getting more passionate. He bit your lip and your hand was running through his hair.

Suddendly he stopped and just looked at you.

„Did I do something wrong?“, you asked worried.

He shook his head smiling „I just enjoy looking at you.“

You smiled back „And I like looking at you.“ and kissed him again.

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Floki Asking You To Be His Would Include...

-To be honest he would not want to be the one to ask you to be with him. Even though he is a very social man that knows a way with words he does not like the thought of being the one to first ask a woman these things.

-He would prefer you be the one to ask him instead of him doing that. He is also quite scared of being in a relationship because of what happened to Helga and his daughter.

-Because of what happened with his wife and daughter he is afraid of being in a relationship again. So, that is a possibility on why he does not want to ask you first.

-He actually likes you though. So, he often likes to talk to you and be with you as well.

-He enjoys being with you and learning new things about you as well. Often times he will sit with you during the feasts and talk with you all night until you both have to go to bed.

-After a while of both of you talking, he had tried to give you hints that he does want to be with you. Like he will often flirt with you and be just a little bit touchier with you as well.

-After a while of this you had started to notice these things that he was doing with you. And you had questioned him about it and he had made it make sense to you and told you that he wanted to be with you like that but was too afraid to ask.

-You yourself had started to feel some things for him so you had agreed to be with him.

-And after that day you and Floki had been together and both of you are as happy as you both could be.

[jadelynlace]

Learning to Walk Again⎮Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Find more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: This takes place somewhere between Chapter Six, and Chapter Seven, and as someone who is only a provider for patients pre-hospital, this defienetly pushed me out of my comfort zone. (And was likely why it took my so long to write again.)

Content Warnings: Medical settings, Ivar being reluctant.

Word Count: 2600+ words

“Giving you love right now, Ivar, seems like a desperate act,”

It intoxicates him, lying in the cot; and having seen the abyss he’s falling towards up close, he still refuses. Floki sits on the other side of the room, painstakingly watching Ivar stare at the ceiling, at the world just beyond his window. He’s watching him waste away; pushing himself up on few occasions to readjust, but he refuses food. Refuses help. He just simply refuses.

“The only way I am leaving here, Ivar, is if you get up and escort me out,” Floki has told him, calmly. 

“Do you want my lunch?” Ivar asks dryly. Floki on shakes his head. “You’ve been here for days,” He tries.

“As have you,” Floki starts. “The only difference is, Helga has packed me food. You know how she gets,” 

“Go home to her,” Ivar grumbles.

“No,” Floki replies, and it’s firm. Reasonable. Steady—what Ivar needs right now. His eyes are still closed as he speaks, head resting back against the wall. Floki never sleeps, Ivar is sure of that. He only rests. 

“I don’t want to break up your marriage because of this. I’ve already lost Y/N,”

“You fight for what you want,” Floki simply says. “And, if you would look at any other place than outside your window, you bastard, you’d notice, she’s been in the hall,” Ivar turns his head quickly at that. But he knows, Floki never lies. 

You’re there, propped up in one of the most uncomfortable chairs you’ve ever sat in, your sweatshirt bunched into a makeshift pillow as you scroll on your phone. You’re still in your uniform, and you’ll probably stay in it until your next shift. There’s a single water bottle on the ground, and as Ivar watches you, a nurse stops at your side. She offers you something to eat and you accept it. Because she knows you’ve been here for days, too.

“Thank you, Thora,” You say softly and your throat is dry. Dry from misuse, dry from crying. Dry.

“You’re alone today,” She remarks, and takes the set next to you. Your eyes watch her, trailing from your phone to her face before dancing down to her ID badge, clipped to her scrubs by a cartoon pizza slice, complete with a smile. 

“Yeah, his brother wanted to get some sleep in a place that won’t cause him irreversible spine damage,” You hum, watching Thora split her sandwich into two pieces.

“You might want to try that too,” Thora says softly, handing you your half. “They seems really close,”

“They’re twins,” You state. “They were made that way,” You snort. “We uh, we worked his crash together,” You then tell her.

“Wow,” Thora answers. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like,”

“I couldn’t tell you, either, I haven’t—haven’t processed it yet,”

“You will in time,” She tells you. “If you don’t die from exhaustion, or spine damage first,” She teases you, and you snort.

“I didn’t get to be where I am without being determined,” You answer. “Chief didn’t raise no quitter,” And that phrase alone makes you smile. 

For a moment you wish he was here; everything makes sense with him around. Your drawing he handed you is still in your pocket, and every so often you find your fingers gravitating towards it. Like a toddler and their favorite blanket. It makes sense. Just like everything makes sense in the bay at the station. You can’t remember how many times you’ve sat on those floors, even prior to your career, just to find some piece of mind. That warmth of nostalgia from the cool touch to the concrete; and the smell—one you’ve never found anywhere else. How your home smells, only to you. A scent you could notice any moment, but it would only make sense in that one place. You’d wheel Ivar there in a heartbeat if you thought it would have the same affect on him.

“If he doesn’t start eating soon, we’ll have to place him on a feeding tube,” Thora suddenly admits. 

“I know,” You say. 

Ivar watches you converse, not able to know what you’re saying but with the expression on your face, he learns it’s nothing pleasant. You’re paler now than he remembers, there’s no color to your cheeks, you’re gaunt, you’re simple existing as he is. 

That’s the moment Ivar realizes it. If this kills him, it’s going to kill you, too. 

It’ll kill Floki.

It’ll kill Hvitserk.

It’ll kill Aiden.

It’ll kill his mother.

It’ll kill you. It’ll kill the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. 

Inhaling suddenly, a panic seeps into Ivar—as if something has grabbed him, holding him under water and his screams only bubble to the surface. Sitting up quickly he grips his bed sheets, the monitor to his side beeps rapidly to announce the anxiety and it draws Floki’s attention. It draws Thora’s attention, and with a bite of turkey in your mouth, you look up at the man, with panic etched into his features, he is staring back at you.

“Ivar?” Floki says, and even you notice that this is concerning to him. “Ivar? What’s going on?”

“I—,” And out of all the languages he can speak, none of them want to trickle off his tongue. Thora stands in anticipation and you only put your hand to slow her down.

“Leave him be,” You finally say after swallowing your bite. “Floki’s the best thing for him right now,”

“Not if he’s having a serious problem,” Thora answers, looking down at you.

“He’s not,” You reply. “I know that look,” You tell her.

“I can’t kill her,” Ivar finally says.

“Ivar…?” Floki starts.

“Y/N,” Ivar replies, as if the answer is as clear for Floki as it is for him. “I can’t kill Y/N,”

“You think this is killing her?” Floki asks. “Tell me more,” Ivar swallows thickly.

“She’s…she’s pale,” Ivar replies. Floki negates to turn to look at you, waiting for what more is to come. Ivar takes his hands to scrub the tears out of his eyes before speaking again:

“She’s in the same uniform,”

“She wears and identical uniform, Ivar. Every day,”

“No—no she washes it after work. Right after work—she’s through the door and…and it’s in the wash before anything else. I always—I always kiss her shoulder when she’s done and she said—she wants a tattoo there now because it’s so reparative. It drives me up the fucking wall too because sometimes…she just washes it alone, or I’ve done my laundry already and then she’s there, taking off her uniform,”

You watch Ivar. You watch him explain something to Floki with the intensity through his features, a passion to his words and you wonder what on earth he could be talking about.  

“The color is always brighter after the wash, and it’s always dim when she comes home from work. Like…like she’s so excited to go into the job she loves, and even though she’s drained when she comes home, she does it all again because that’s who she is,”

“Ivar,” Floki tries. 

“And it’s so dim right now, Floki—her uniform, her face, everything is so fucking dim because of me. And this is killing me, because I can hardly move and—and I keep trying to tell my legs to move but they’re ignoring me. And if this kills me, it’s going to kill her. Where will she find that color if I die, Floki?” Ivar finally cries.

Floki’s eyes water, inhaling deeply as he watches the little boy he remembers cry in front of him.

“Ivar,” Floki says. “Let’s stand up, and we’ll go from there,” 

And Ivar nods. Without even thinking about the sentence, he nods every so slightly that Floki almost misses it. 

Stunned for a moment, Floki swallows, mentally patting himself on the shoulder as he straightens. He puts a hand on Ivar’s shoulder, squeezing for a second before he abandons his bag on the chair and turns to the hallway. Opening the door and cleaning his throat he looks at both you, and Thora.

“Think you can help him stand, Y/N?” Floki asks. In all honesty, you’re quite positive you’re imagining it. “Y/N?” Floki asks again.

“Help him…help him stand?” You ask.

“Did I stutter?” Floki tries. You inhale, standing as Thora follows you. But before she can follow you into the room, Floki cuts off her path. 

“Give them a second,” He winks. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Floki asks her.

“Hi,” Ivar says to you softly.

“Hi, Ivar,” You say back to him as he finally looks up at you. “Oh, Ivar…” You trail off, taking the pad of your thumb to wipe the tear that spills. He melts into your hand at an instance, leaning against your palm as if you’re taking away every ounce of discomfort for him.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Ivar mumbles.

“What?” You ask.

“I don’t want to kill you too,” He repeats, as if it makes sense to you, like it does to him. 

“You won’t,” You try.

“If I don’t get better, I will,” He tells you and that’s when it hits you, too. 

“Then lets stand up, just you and me, yeah?” You try.

“Are you allowed to do that?” Ivar asks, stalling.

“I am a medical professional,” You say. “And they can sue me if they think otherwise. I’ll move the blanket, you don’t have to look, alright?” You tell him and Ivar nods. 

It aches Ivar as he feels you pull the sheet from his leg, relishing in the fact that he can feel it; he can feel the cold air against his skin, but he won’t look. You eyes scan his legs, still wrapped in dressings, less stitches than you remember and you gently place you hand on his thigh.

“You feel that?” You ask and Ivar nods. Your mind takes over, as if he is a patient in your care and you asses is pedal pulse, two fingers on the top of his foot and it’s strong. “Can you feel that?” You whisper and Ivar nods, still looking directly at you. Only at you. You take your knuckle against the ball of his foot, tracing from heel to toe lightly, and back down again. “How about that?” And he nods, a glimmer of a smirk to his lips at how it tickles him. “Can you move your toes for me?” You then ask him, and Ivar does—eyes still not leaving yours. He watches how your eyes water, and you recall asking him similar questions in the heat of the crash’s aftermath and how he slurred a response. 

“Can you roll your ankles at all?” You whisper. And you watch them rotate, just as you ask. You take you thumb to his nail bed, pressing against his toe to watch the capillary refill in almost perfect time. And the whole time, Ivar’s eye never leave your face. “Alright,” You squeak. “I’ll help you swing them slowly,”

“Wait,” Ivar says suddenly. “Come here,” And you obey. His hands stretch towards you, taking up your cheeks as he brushes the hair from your face, and wiping under your eyes. He pulls you in then, his lips just brushing yours and you can’t help the small cry that escapes, that’s caught between the two of you before it’s swallowed with the kiss.

“I love you,” Ivar whispers.

“I love you, too,”

“Now I’m ready,” Ivar tells you.

Your hands are nearly hot coals against his legs, as you try to be as gentle as possible with your heart rate nearly pounding in your ears. You have half a mind to stop, to pull out your phone so you can record it but you don’t want to ruin the moment. 

“Fuck, that tile is a lot colder than I thought it would be,” Ivar grumbles and it makes you laugh. “If I fall, you know you’re going to fall with me, right?”

“Gee, Ivar, I hadn’t really thought of that,” You say sarcastically and there’s a glare from his face that you don’t realize how much you have missed until that moment.

With his feet on the floor you repeat the same movements, assess, feeling, having him move his toes and his ankles and all the while Ivar won’t look at his legs. Adjusting his hospital gown, you position his hand to grip the railing, and you put your shoulder under his opposite arm. 

“Ready?” You ask.

“Not really,” Ivar admits. 

“If you think you’re going to fall, just sit back down, alright?” 

“You ever done this before?” Ivar asks, stalling.

“Only at least once a day while I’m on duty,” You answer. 

“I don’t know if I can—”

“Ivar, not today,” You state. “We’re not doing this today, we’re not doubting ourselves,” And Ivar inhales. “On three, yeah?”

“Baby—”

“Ivar,” You say sternly, catching his eyes. “You can do this. You can stand up. It’ll get you that much closer to coming home,” 

“Alright,” Ivar peeps.

“One, two…two and a half…three,” You finally say. And as you hold your breath your barrel your feet down against the ground, taking Ivar’s weight as you help to lift him. You watch the muscles in his arm tense, the veins popping into view as he pushes himself to be flat on his feet. And for a moment, time freezes, and Ivar stands. 

He stands.

“Fuck,” Ivar hisses. “It’s worse than pins and needles,” He groans. 

“Lean some of your weight on me,” You tell him. And he does. “Alright, good, now shift some back against the bed,” You then say. As Ivar follows your command you take your free arm and you reach for the walker that’s collecting dust by his bed. 

“We’re going to switch, and you’re going to push your weight through your hands against the walker, alright?”

“No—I’ll fall,” Ivar tries.

“On three, yeah?”

“Y/N,” Ivar tells you but you know better this time than to let him pull himself out of the moment. You move the device in front of him and he follows suit without argument, grunting slightly as he moves his hand from the rail to the handle. Slowly you help him bring the other hand down, catching his weight before he’s standing on his own, hands gripping the bars for dear life. 

And you laugh—in sheer shock you look at Ivar standing before you.

“Ivar!” You exclaim. “You’re standing, you’re—you’re fucking standing!”

Ivar has a look of discomfort across his face, mixing with the anguish and what feels like slight embarrassment while you reward him for what he thinks is the most basic fucking thing.

“Where do you hurt?” You ask quickly, searching his face.

“Do you want to guess?” Ivar snaps at you. His breathing rate increases as he feels his palms get sweaty and he worries he’s going to lose his balance.

“I’m right here, Ivar,” You tell him. 

“I’m standing,” He finally croaks. “I’m actually—standing,” And there’s a smile on his face. 

You move yourself to his vision, reaching through your toes to kiss his chin and you smile back at him. 

“I told you,” You whisper to him, and Ivar sees that color come back to your face.

“Where’s Floki?” Ivar asks.

“Did you really think I would go that far, eh?” Floki sings from the hallway. 

“Floki—I’m standing,” Ivar says in disbelief. “You have to call Hvitserk,” He adds.

“My phone is a bit busy right now,” Floki hums, and you notice then, where his bag sits abandoned in his chair, his phone sits just outside of it, propped up, and recording. 

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[thyshadowwriter]

Hi! I love your Viking headcanons, but I don’t see anything for Floki! Can you do what Floki would be like with a younger female S/O, how they met and what the relationship is like, how he treats her etc?

A/n: You know, I’ve been wondering why the lack of Floki myself too.

Also, I’m doing this as he never left after avenging Ragnar 🙂

Floki is not going out of his way to have another relationship, he’s in fact actively avoiding it, so she’s making all the push.

They’ll meet through the religious practices. Floki is a devout man, so a woman that has a deep belief in the gods and is comprehensive will call his attention.

Even though, he’ll not make a move. He’s already old and too heartbroken to deal with the dating game. Even if she catches his attention, he isn’t doing a thing about it.

She’ll have to be constant and ready to face his standoffish behavior for quite a good time before he shows any signs he’s returning her affections.

It will be something subtle. A simple conversation or maybe just a look, but from there on her presence will be more welcomed.

As it progresses, he’ll be more open to talk with her, share a story from his past, talk about the Gods walk around with her, let her see him work or just share a silent peaceful moment.

When it reaches that moment, Floki will expect her presence and even hope for it.

Even so, she’ll have to make the first move.

He’ll question why she wants to be with him. He never knew why Helga loved him so much, nor did he feel worthy of it. But at least they were both young, which is definitely not his case now.

The best option to convince him is to simply be truthful about her feelings. It’s likely he’ll need some time before making a decision, but by the time that conversation happens, he’s more accepting of a new relationship.

He comes with baggage, a lot of it. Betrayals, jealousy, defeat, tragedy, pretty much all of it, so she’ll have to have patience to get through his very thick walls.

He also comes with an unofficially adopted son with anger management issues, so she has to know how to work with that.

Floki doesn’t want any more children. He never put his foot down with Helga, letting her have her way and look how that played out for him. His new lover needs to be ok with him not wanting children, either his own or adopted. There’s not a single thought that terrifies him more than that and he would rather not.

She has to be ok with a more secluded life. Floki was always a bit of a hermit and that became much more evident in his late years. Even with all the chaos among the Ragnarssons and the war with Christians, he manages to lead a life quite separated from it.

If she’s alright with all his conditions, Floki will welcome her in his life, if not he’ll break it off before it starts because to him, she’ll come to her senses and find a more suitable man.

Floki was never a ladies man, so she won't have to worry about him straying like his bestie Ragnar.

Love for him will be a slow thing. It will be built day by day, but it will be solid.

He never believed he would have love in his life before Helga and believed it even less after her. Part of him is wary that this is another cruel play on him.

Either way, Floki will be loving and caring. He’s a romantic at heart and as such, fully enjoys spending quality time with her and little gestures of affection.

She’ll never feel unsafe after settling down with him. Not only is he a talented carpenter, he’s also a capable fighter, even in his old years. Few would dare facing him either because they’re afraid of his brutality or because they respect him as the legendary boatbuilder.

His unrivaled talent as a boatbuilder provides him a rather comfortable life and he has no problem providing for her. She’ll live comfortably and have nice things.

Given the age difference, it’s likely there will be times she’ll need guidance and support to face life dilemmas. Floki was never known to be reasonable, or sane, but he lived enough to know better and he can read people like no other, so he’ll be happy to guide her and support her through adversities.

Floki is in another stage of his life. He’s not as brash or as radical as he first was. He’s much more understanding and calm, so a life with him would be quite peaceful.

All in all, it’s a solid relationship and one she would feel secure in, appreciated and loved.

[georgiapeach30513]

Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 1

Summary:  Ragnar gives you a new life

Pairings:  Ragnar Lothbrok X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mentions of blood, a slight kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.6K

Series Masterlist

You watch horrified at the tree line as these men and women clean their wounds from a battle with your family’s army.  It was almost a beautiful dance to watch them.  There was no one left, besides yourself, and you didn't know what to do.  A man stands up quickly, squinting his eyes in your direction before he gives you a maniacal smile.  His boney finger pointing in your direction as he sprints towards you.

His war paint bloodied and smeared giving him a hellish appearance, and you turn fleeing.  Stupidly looking behind you to see his long strides gaining on you.  For every step he takes you were taking seven.  You trip over a log, and struggle to right yourself up.  He was almost on you.  His skeletal hand reaches towards you, and you scream.

The man’s companion’s ears perk up on the beach, as he searches for his best friend.  “Where did Floki run off to?” He slaps at someone’s arm.

“He saw something in the woods, and did his strange laugh before running in that direction.”

Ragnar stares out over their winning battle.  Grabbing up his sword, he goes into the direction that Floki had run off to.  It was never a good thing when Floki got his wild eyes about him.  Almost gliding through the woods, at the same time that you were screaming for your life.  

The man wickedly laughs as you get slowed down from a branch clinging to your cloak, “Stop you beastly!” His hand reaches out circling around your wrist, and you try to get out of his embrace.

“Don’t eat me,” that laugh, again.  A high pitched snicker, and it makes you sick to your stomach.

“I don’t eat children without seasoning them first,” you scream again, trying to jerk yourself out of his reach.  “Where are you going to go, beastly?”

“Floki,” sunlight always seemed to shine on the newcomer as he walks closer to you.  His hair long and braided but the splatters of blood was greater than that of Floki’s.  “What do you have here?”

“This little beastly was spying on us,” you shake your head rapidly.  Your breathing picks up, and you try to jerk away.  “Would you stop it?  Ragnar, can we keep her?” you start to cry, and flinch away from him.

“Don’t show your fear, little one.  If you are to die, you welcome it, and die with honor,” he tilts his head looking at you, and pushing off your hood, smiling at the small tiara that sits on your head, “What have we here?  You’re royal?”

“N-n-no.”

“Lies.  Why are you scared?”

“Vikings eat children,” Floki looks over at Ragnar with his sadistic laugh, pointing over at you.  “I don’t want to be seasoned.”

Ragnar lifts up your arm, patting at your hip, he pulls out a bejeweled knife, “Didn’t think of using this on Floki, huh?” You shake your head no, taking a step away from him, but Floki pulls you back.

“The King is talking to you.  Have respect,” Ragnar gives you a kind smile, despite his soiled skin.  “Can we keep her?”

“How old are you, child?” Ragnar’s piercing eyes bore into your soul, and you try to stop your tears.  “A child of about ten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmm, doesn’t Barnes have a son of that age?”

Floki laughs again, nodding his head, “Twelve.”

“Bring her with us.  I should like to have a daughter again.  Follow me.  You’ll learn the ways of the Aesir.  Train you to be a warrior instead of just a damsel in distress,” Floki tugs you towards him, but you put up more of a fight, screaming for him to let you go.  “See, just like that.  You’re not just a spoiled princess.  I could always eat you,” Ragnar smiles at you, but you still try to pull away.  

“Do not fight it, hmm…Aesir, seems fitting.  You know nothing of a fight, and we will overpower you quickly.  You will train and learn.  Bucky should be your partner, so you’re never alone.  Children as young as you have already gotten their first scars.  You are behind, Aesir,” you let out a growl, causing Floki’s annoying laugh to sound through the woods.  “Save your aggression for training.  I won’t hesitate to use your bones as a toothpick.  You were a princess, but you will become a warrior goddess. “

You scowl over Ragnar, letting your sword slump to the ground, and Bucky throws his hands up, “She’s spoiled.”

“She is,” Ragnar agrees, smiling at you.  He leans casually up against a fence, fascinated by your lack of training.

“She’s useless.”

“Hey!” You shout, and sling your sword at him.  “I didn’t ask to be here.  I didn’t ask to know you,” each sentence, you swing the sword at him.  “I didn’t ask to be a warrior.”

“Because you’re a stupid girl.”

“I am not!  I will be like Lagertha.  Take it back,” Ragnar’s smile gets larger as Bucky blocks every one of your attempts of attack.  But this was the first time you had shown any fire behind your eyes.  Admitting your desire to be like your adoptive mother.

“I am Aesir!”  Your voice was proud and strong, and Ragnar hadn’t ever seen that in you before.  You were becoming the girl he always knew you could. He leans a bit closer on the fence, wanting to see how this played out.

“You’re not a god.  You’re a spoiled brat,” with another yell, you charge towards Bucky, knocking him to the ground, and crawling over top of him.  Hands tight around his neck, and Ragnar only laughs.

“The child has no discipline,” Floki admits, watching the two of you.  

“She’s only been training for a few months.  Bucky has trained his whole life,” Bucky looks over towards the men, sighing as he twists you around pinning you to the ground.

“Don’t do that again,” his steel blue eyes glare at you, and he clenches his teeth.

“Get off!”

“Why?  So you can run into the house and cry?” Your eyes fill with tears, and your lip trembles.  “Just what I thought.”

“Aesir, use your anger,” Ragnar tells you.  You look over in his direction, and nod, understanding.  You kick your foot up, knocking Bucky on the head, “There ya go.  See?  She just needs some…finessing.  It’s in her.  She’s special.  Named her as such.  Daughter of Thor, placed right at our fingertips.  It is our responsibility to make her a fierce warrior.  To cause fear at the sound of her name.  And look at them.  They love to hate each other.”

Ragnar fancied you to be Thor’s own daughter, and he was the one tasked with getting you into Valhalla.  He took this job seriously, and wanted you to die as a true Viking.  But so far, you were proving to be of little use.  But you would be.

It was true, yours and Bucky’s relationship wasn’t normal.  You claimed to hate the boy, but you looked forward to when his dad would drag him to you.  Leaving Bucky for the day as Ragnar oversaw the two of you.  “Maybe she would be better suited for a bow?  Or maybe she possesses power.”

“Or maybe she’s spoiled, and you don’t know how to handle her.”

“Then, we must break her.  Start fresh and new, but,” he points over to you and Bucky, you had him on the ground again.  “She is learning.  How about we trust her.”

“I don’t want to marry him, though,” you slam a bowl onto the table as you hear the news of your partner in crime and best friend.  “It’s disgusting.  I don’t even want kids.”

“Nonsense!” Ragnar goes on his tirade.  “Even Lagertha gave me children.  You are almost of age, and you will make Bucky a happy man.  Your little godlike children growing up in the ways of Vikings, as they should.  It’s done.  His father agreed to it long ago, I’m just now bringing it up.”

“I don’t want to marry him.”

“Consider it, then.  It is a good match.  It’s not like you haven’t rolled around with him before.  The two of you have been pinning each other for years,” your adoptive brother, Bjorn, chuckles, and you smack him in the back of his head.  “You deserved that.  At least she has someone that will marry her.”

“Bucky doesn’t want to marry me, either.”

“No, she’s been looking at,” you smack him in the back of the head again, and Ragnar smiles, leaning back in his chair.  Even Lagertha stops braiding your hair, leaning over your shoulder.

“Who are you looking at, Aesir?” Her mouth turns up in a smile, and she winks at you.  She had already caught you staring at him.

“No one.  Why must I get married?”

“Because, it is what is done.  You marry to further your line.  You should be honored to be chosen for Bucky,” you slap Lagertha’s hand away and storm out of your home.  “She’s acting like the spoiled child we brought here.”

“She’s developed a crush on Ari,” Ragnar shrugs.  Ari wasn’t a bad choice either.  Although there has been talks of you and Bucky for years.  Everyone in the kingdom knew that you were to marry Bucky.  

“It’s odd that man hasn’t chosen a wife.”

“He’s chosen some women,” your brother laughs.  “Bucky is better suited.  She couldn’t handle Ari.”

“Your sister could handle anyone should she want to.  Do not doubt her powers.  She has bested you a few times.  But her and Bucky — it just makes sense, doesn’t it?  Maybe she just needs to blow off some steam with Ari.”

“She needs something.  She’s still uptight.  Maybe she’s right.  Bucky does have a wandering eye, and smiles at everyone.  Maybe your plan to create the next Ragnar and Lagertha is ill fated, father,” Bjorn grabs up his things, heading out for the day.

“Maybe we should invite this Ari over,” Ragnar now the one to jump up, and head toward the door, being stopped by his wife.  “What?”

“Promising her to two men?  Seems a bit preconceived.  Give her and Bucky time.”

“If she likes this Ari, she should have him.  I’m just helping out our daughter,” and this is when your life started changing drastically.  Never to remain the same again.  Because Ari was also looking, and that terrified you enough to be honest with Bucky.

Next

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @infatuatedjanes @whiskeytangofoxtrot- @peaches1958 @thedarkplume @rebekahdawkins @seitmai @smile1318​ @whimsyplaty92​ @sgtjaamesbaarnes​

[vikingstoriesblog]

Vikings writing

who i write for

Ivar the boneless

Ragnar Lothbrok

Bjorn Ironside

Harald Finehair

Halfdan Black

Hvitserk the berserker

Rollo Lothbrok

Helga

Floki

Lagertha

Aslaug

King Ecbert

what i write

Romance

Angst

Dark

Fluff

Comedy

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sitting Down on Their Lap

Ragnar: First he would be a bit cautious trying to work out why you chose that particular time to do that. He might get you to explain yourself and give you some playful jibes about it but would most likely play along and snuggle against you making sure to tickle you a few times, it's his duty after all.

Athelstan: His eyes widen in shock as you gracefully plop down onto his lap. He can feel his jaw drop at the unexpected weight and warmth, and his heart begins to skip beats. His whole body feels flushed and his palms begin to sweat. "Wh…what are you doing?" He'll question you but will let you stay.

Floki: He would be taken by surprise but ultimately amused by this unexpected development, as it is clear that you are just being playful. He responds by wrapping his arms around you, his fingers dancing up and down your sides as he pulls you tighter into his lap. He'll ask playfully, "Well, what have we here?"

Lagertha: She loves it when you randomly sit on her lap. It's unexpected and intimate and shows a level of comfort and trust between you both. It reminds her of how much you just want to be close to her, even if you have no idea how it affects her. It's a simple, but powerful gesture that shows your warmth, and your connection.

Aslaug: She'd be a bit surprised at first, but then she'd wrap her arms around you and give you a kiss, pulling you close to her so you're close as close could be.

Bjorn: Bjorn's heartbeat speeds up, and he glances down at you to see what you are doing. The sudden invasion of space is unexpected, but the contact sends a jolt through Bjorn as he feels your warmth. He puts his arms around you, pulling you closer, leaning his head down until his face is close to yours to kiss you.

Ubbe: He wraps his arms tight around you without a second thought, pressing you into the warmth of his chest. His hands find the curve of your hips as he pulls you even closer. Your weight is comforting and familiar like you belong there. He'll caress your soft hair, running his fingers up and down your neck.

Hvitserk: Well, he’d first laugh. Your sudden weight would catch him off guard, and the fact that you would be so silly as to plop down on his lap would be quite comical to him. He’d take that as a chance to squeeze you as tightly as he could, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you.

Sigurd: Initially surprised, but then immediately pleased. He would wrap his arms around your hips and pull you closer to him. After a moment he would gently push you to your feet and stand up, then gesture for you to sit on the couch next to him. Sitting closely together, he would wrap an arm around you and squeeze your body against his.

Ivar: A slight smirk crosses Ivar’s lips as you plop down in his lap. He wraps his right arm around you, pulling you in a bit closer, while his other hand moves down to caress you. He leans forward, his lips close to your ear, and he whispers, “I don’t mind one bit.”

Halfdan: He'd be startled and maybe a little bit annoyed at first, but he'd also find it endearing. You would likely be seeking out an affectionate reaction from him, so he'd give you what you were looking for. He'd wrap his arms around you and kiss your head.

Harald: He would wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as you sit in his lap. He would smile down at you, amused by how unpredictable you can be sometimes. He would kiss your forehead and pull you closer to him, savoring the moment.

[at1nys-blog]

Masterlist

【Ragnar Lothbrok】

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【Lagertha】

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【Björn Ragnarsson】

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【Floki&Helga】

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【Athlestan】

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【Rollo】

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【Siggy】

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【Aslaugh】

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【Ubbe Ragnarsson】

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【Hvitserk Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ My own Valkyrja

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【Sigurd Ragnarsson】

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【Ivar Ragnarsson】

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【Halfdan the black】

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【Harald Finehair】

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【Torvi】

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【Heahmund】

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【Gunnhild】

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【Kalf】

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【Kjetill Flatnose】

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【Yidu】

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[bouncehousedemons]

Come Back to Me

Rating: E Pairing: Floki x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, fluff Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You've been admiring Floki the boat builder from afar for ages, unaware the feelings are reciprocal.

Read the full fic here.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings and their eras

Summary: what era would vikigns be in if they weren't in their own

Notes: I did a lot of text for this one, bc I loved thinking about this!! There are some pretty popular characters missing (Ragnar, Sigurd, Athelstan) where I just couldn’t imagine a certain era for them. Thank you so much for your request :)))))) Some of these eras aren’t wonderful or filled with positivity but that doesn’t mean these characters wouldn’t thrive.

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey, @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Lagertha

Lagertha would thrive well in times of crises and war (lmao). The black death, WW1 or 2, or long periods of war/famine/sickness is where Lagertha does well. Think about her what you will, but she brings people together, manages them, and takes care of them. She’s a natural leader, and a fighter, so she’s able to protect her community.

We’ve seen examples of this in the series, think during the sickness in Kattegat, or when she takes over and completely builds up Hedeby. People tend to trust her, and especially women look up to/feel safe around her. When disaster strikes, she would be able to save/take care of them.

Aslaug

I had to think about this for a really long time because I think that Aslaug fits so well into the era the show is set in, however, I finally decided on the 1920s. Even as a feminine woman in Viking Scandinavia, she had a lot of authority over herself and knew how to grow a business (Kattegat) when Hirst wasn’t feeling sexist.

In the 1920s, she’d live in a big city, maybe Berlin or New York, and she’d own some sort of speakeasy. I’d love to think that her speakeasy would be a place for the very few pagans of the city to meet up in secret, and she herself would still be a norse pagan, völva, etc. Also, she’d dip her toes into wild jewellery design (think Schiaparelli). Definitely someone who attracts artists and would be considered a muse.

Rollo

Middle Medieval Ages for sure. He thrives being a knight because he’s a manipulative little hoe that I can’t stand. Gets to do his performative heroism during tourneys and woo women only to leave them all alone.

Rollo is not a good person, esp. towards women. He constantly gets into trouble with the church and with fathers whose daughters he ‘dishonors’. Definitely needs a wife like Gisla to slap some sense into him. I think that eventually (mid forties) he’d start to mature. Also, having children would help him become a better person (I think they should have put that into a show).

Bjorn

Bjorn thrives well in the late 2000s to early 2010s, when travel blogs were on the rise. He’s one of the early influencers, and travels the world together with Halfdan. This only works bc cancel culture isn’t real yet. Bjorn would say some stupid shit and get hounded for it let’s be real. Nonetheless, there is always some rumour about him and Halfdan being a thing (they would be if they both didn’t constantly say ‘that’s gay’).

Alternatively, Bjorn might make a good colonizer (can I say that?), but it’s not like he isn’t that already.

Ubbe

Ubbe would thrive during the late medieval ages (defo not the Renaissance though). He’s the type of man who would enjoy the idea of the charming knight. I think Ubbe would definitely enjoy the idea of quests/saving damsels in distress/having the arranged-marriage-turned-lovestory (he’s a booktok girly tbh).

This doesn’t mean that all of this is totally pure. Ubbe gets some shit twisted in canon as well (ESPECIALLY concerning Margrethe). Maybe his first war was something crusade-like, and he went into it thinking of heroic acts and blabla and then got fucked up by battle and gore. Also has a religion and Madonna/whore complex problem.

Hvitserk

In the show, Hvitserk was always seeking sense/purpose while also struggling with balance, which is why I think he would thrive in the 1970s. This is THE era for protests and social change. Climate change, feminism and sexuality all became important topics. Going to protests would be able to give him a sense of change, and I think it would be liberating for him as well, to be able to free himself of his restraints by changing something.

I’ll go into communes a little more for Helga, but I think Hvitserk would thrive in an early commune a lot. He needs to have people around him taking care of his mental health, and this would be great for his mental health. Yes, therapy helps a lot of people, but I think if Hvitserk lived in our time, he would think that talk therapy is stupid, and completely close himself off to it. This guy just needs a lot of love, okay?

Also, he needs to smoke some 70s weed every once in a while.

Ivar

Just like Hvitserk, Ivar would thrive during the 1970s. However, this is for completely different reasons and also means that no one else gets to thrive. I chose the 1970s because it’s THE serial killer decade.

That honestly sounds terrible but we all know it’s true.

Ivar would be bitter about being discriminated/not being able to fully take part in society/not getting any women and that would turn him homicidal. He definitely overcomplicated his killings and does shitty bloodeagles to get some cool name but all he gets is like “the Viking killer” or something and he’s so mad about that he reveals himself on his deathbed to change his title. It doesn’t work.

Floki

Floki just wants to be where Helga is, but he would not thrive in the 2020s. I think he’d get in arguments with Helga about vaccinations. However, I want Floki to be in the 2010s/2020s with Helga. He definitely has some kind of hallucination-related mental illness at the least. I think that especially the season where he acted out against Helga (season 4?) shows that his mental health was making him harmful towards others and probably towards himself.

I can’t diagnose Floki, but I think we can all see that he might have some kind of bipolar disorder/mania disorder on top of a schizophrenia. He needs some kind of meds, and he needs someone to help him taking them.

Helga

This is very specific, but Helga would do AMAZING during the early era of Covid (like March 2020). Yes, she’s a very social person, but I do believe that Helga would be part of a quite isolated commune if she lived during modern times, and even during that time be isolated with Floki.

I would like to think that the commune could be self-sufficient and Helga just gets to go ham making banana bread and care packages. She thrives in this time where she doesn’t really have to go to work (even though she loves being a kindergartener too) and gets to take care of the people in her commune, and even further than that from the comfort of her own home.

Astrid

This woman thrives where no one else does, and that is toxic 2020s twitter. All she does is tweet, get cancelled, tweet, get popular, repeat. She’s so so annoying and bullies a bunch of people who don’t deserve to be bullied. Is most definitely blocked by trump, hailey Bieber and the Kardashians at least.

Makes a living by selling feetpics.

Ecbert

Ecbert thrives in the 1980s. Now. Hear me out. Ecbert in neon Zumba clothes. There, that’s my reason.

I’m just kidding, there’s more. I’m not old enough to fully understand most of the decades I’m talking about in here but the 1980s, it seems, were this extremely colorful and wild decade. Literally everywhere, color just kind of seemed to explode, and I think Ecbert would thrive in this kind of chaotic atmosphere.

(are there people in their forties or older on this post that can verify?)

Aelswith

I’m really sad that we didn’t go into Aelswith more in the show, but I firmly believe that Aelswith would make an amazing Sufragette. Thinking back to her time on the show, she was always very firm in standing her ground, more so than Judith or even Lagertha in some ways (especially in the sense that she was SO YOUNG). She directed and strengthened Alfred, and I think during season 6, she used a beartrap to defend her baby?

Anyway, I imagine her as a rich/aristocratic lady in London who definitely steers the household while Alfred brings the money in (he likes art) and she decides that, if she puts in the work in the house, she should be able to decide over the country that house is in as well.

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Masterlist

Bleach

Akon:

Cuddle HCs

Grimmjow:

Human s/o headcanons

Kenpachi:

Cuddles HCs

Fluff HCs/scenario with strong reader

Muramasa:

Cuddle HCs

Nnoitra:

Cuddle HCs

Shinji:

Cuddle HCs

Starrk:

Fluff headcanons

Ulquiorra:

Fluff headcanons

Descendants

Harry Hook:

fluff headcanons

Ghost Rider

Abigor:

With an asexual reader

Hellsing

Alucard:

Domestic headcanons

Touch starved alucard headcanons

His s/o comforting him after a nightmare headcanons

Pros and cons of Alucard's love Headcanons

Alucard's sleeping habits with and without his s/o Headcanons

Walter:

General/fluff headcanons

Metalocalypse

Magnus Hammersmith:

Fluff one-shot

One Piece

Hody Jones:

Hody with a human s/o

Pirates of the Caribbean

Cutler Beckett:

Clingy Cutler Beckett headcanons

Repo the Genetic Opera

Graverobber:

Fluff headcanons

Pavi Largo:

Insecure Pavi headcanons

Transformers

Ironhide:

(Bayverse)Ironhide x depressed!human!reader one-shot

Soundwave:

(TFP)soundwave x reader: noodle

Vikings

Floki:

Stargazing + cuddles with floki one-shot

Villainous:

Black Hat x demon/eldritch!Reader fluff