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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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To be in the favor of Gods... PART 4.

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

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I know my sister. If they would marry her, and she'd somehow agree, she wouldn't share you with another... she'd rather slit your throats herself..and don't tell me two of the most infamously insaitable sons of Ragnar would be up for celibacy for one scarred woman.. - he said before walking away.

-Don't give up my boys, your mother still has her gifts and how many times did we have sex?!...

3 years later....

Halfdan was away raiding with Bjorn, Halfdan tried to take Kattegat but failed. Alsaug and Ragnar wre now dead. Their sons bloodthirsty, you saw it all. Since you have told Harald that the gods will not let him take Kattegat for now, he was angry. He kicked you out, saying that you must be the whore of Ragnar's sons. So this is how you have found yourself as a servant of Lagertha. Servant, and friend. You were good with kids, your cooking was like it was straight from valhalla, and you were good with healing too. Not to mention your gifts. You had your own hut now. One night, you woke up to Ivar breathing down in your face, holding a knife to your throat.

-You will show me my future or i'll kill you. - he threatened.

You angrily sat up, took the his hand with the knife in it, and cut your palm, holding it up for him to drink, before putting another hand on his temple.

You both saw all the anger, you both saw the past, how he threatened Margrethe, this is also how you found Ubbe was actually married now. You saw him on a carriage in battle, anger and victroy flashing in his eyes. Yet you never saw any woman or any love in his future, nor children. When he opened his eyes again, you let go of him, turning your back to him trying to go back to sleep. In the morning you found a boquet of flowers next to you. It must have been him. He might have a heart after all. You set it aside, getting ready for your day.

In the great hall Lagertha and Torvi looked at eachother after seeing your bandaged hand. You knew they saw it. So you left, saying you'll gather some mushrooms for the soup.

In the forest Ubbe surprises you as you were washing the mushrooms in the stream.

-Why didn't you send the children to gather mushrooms?

-I needed a break from people. - you said with a smile.

-What happened to your hand? - he asked.

-I cut it. - you told him with a straight face, urging away the tears that threatened to escape.

-For whom? - he asked as he sat down behind you gathering you in his arms, gently taking your bandaged hand.

-It doesn't matter Ubbe.

-It matters to me. - he said touching his forehead to the back of your head as he holds you tighter.

-Why are you not with your wife Ubbe? -you asked still close to tears. You believed that now that your brothers disowned you you may had a future with him. Well, not anymore anyways.

He sighed and got up.

-She's fucking Hvitserk in the forest hut.. - he said before walking away.

When you got back Ivar was sitting with Lagherta with his most evil smile, Lagertha's face laced with worry as they both saw you.

-(Y/n)! - he said with fake happiness. - i told Lagherta what you had shown me about OUR future. She had blessed our marriage. We'll marry in 5 days at the full moon. - he smiled as he crawled away. As you stood there looking at Lagherta in disbelief the tears you tried to keep back finally escaping. You thought of running away, or killing yourself. You could not marry him. Surely he wouldn't have sex with you, you both knew that was impossible, but you were terrified of him. He was so full of anger it made him insane, ruthless. You did not love him. That night you visited Torvi and Lagherta, telling them you loved them and wished them the best, before leaving. Ivar got word of it, so he sent a searchparty after you. You were soon found, you tried to stand your ground but you were greatly outnumbered. You were taken back to Lagherta's and Ragnar's old farm, tied to the pillar in the middle. You were bleeding from various cuts, bruises started to form all over you. Then you saw noone for days. On the day of the full moon you saw the faceless bride again. There was no escaping this.

Ivar crawled in, smirking at your abused form. He got up close and held a knife to your face.

-I know you won't ever love me (Y/n), but i need you, you'll help me become even greater than my father.

-Not if it's not the gods's will. - you whispered.

-Well, just to be sure, no one else will ever want to marry you. - he said as he cut a line from your forehead down your cheek, nearly to your neck. He left your eye out. You were bleeding heavily. Slaves came in, crying at the sight, but they dressed you in a white gown, they hid your face with a white cloth, but you bled through it anyways, just as you bled on your dress too. You were the faceless bride in the blood soaked dress...

You don't remember the way to the dock, but you remember the tears and worry in Kattegat's eyes. There stood a man at the end of the dock, with Ivar smiling at you sickly as you tried to stumble towards him. Falling to your knees repeatedly. 20 ships arrived, but noone dared to look away from you. You were trying to walk to the end of the dock, as you wished Thor would strike you with his hammer so you'd die on the way. Ubbe stood behind Margrethe, on the other side stood Lagherta and Torvi. They all angry, yet they couldn't do anything. Ivar won.

As you now crawled halfway through the dock, you heard steps behind you, but dared not to look back. You were gathered in strong arms, before you were handed over to another. Bjorn took a look at your face, gave your nearly lifeless body to Halfdan (he did not know of your brother disowning you yet) before taking his axe and stroming towards Ivar.

-Bring my bride back Bjorn. - he smirked.

-Bride? You think that is how you're supposed to treat someone you want to marry?

-I don't need her pretty, i need her gifts.

Bjorn's nose flared, his jaw clenched in anger before he kicked Ivar's chair into the water, a few of his men already jumping after him.

-Don't you dare even look at her, or the next time, i'll tie you under my ship. - he said before walking away, trying to find you.

Lagherta was treating your cut when he found you, Halfdan was holding your hand to his lips as he prayed you'll make it at least for another day.

-Mother, why is she even here alone?

Lagherta looked at both.

-Harald disowned her, kicked her out in the wilderness after he had lost the battle for Kattegat, which she told him he would lose. I took her in. Ivar said she had shown him that they will marry. But i see now that wasn't true..

Halfdan looked at her in disbelief, then back at you.

-Poor, poor (Y/n).. how could our brother do this to you when you have told him the gods will? - Halfdan asked of nobody.

You were starting to regain consciousness when you hissed as someone grabbed your other hand as well. Panic setting in you started to trash around, until you heard Halfdan's comforting words.

-Shhh it's me sister, it's me, noone will hurt you anymore. shhh, you're safe.

You opened your eyes, looked at him, and then saw Bjorn, with tears in his eyes.

-B..bj...bjorn.. - you whispered.

-Yes, i'm here now. I won't leave you here again. - he said as he kissed your bandaged knuckles.

-You sure won't, i am taking her home. - noted Halfdan.

-N-n-no.. Har-Ha-Harald will kill me. - you said tears streaming down your face.

-I'll go talk to him.. - Halfdan said, before leaving.

-Pl.. please c-c-can you s..stay? - you asked Bjorn after your brother left.

He shutting the doors and windows before gently sitting next to you, holding your hand.

The next morning Lagherta opened the door, to see you sleeping while Bjorn also sleeps in a sitting position holding your hand. She smiled at this antic, wishing it will end well.

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You woke up to shouts.

Ubbe and Bjorn were shouting over your sleeping form.

-Our brother tried to kill her, and all you can think is leaving your fucking wife, so she'd marry you instead? Do you hear yourself Ubbe? Do you?

-I never loved Margrethe, and i love (Y/n), she is all i've ever loved..

-It is simply not for you to decide brother. Why don't you go and pray she'll make it until tomowwor after what Ivar did to her... - Bjorn said in anger, making you hiss as he gripped your bandaged handa bit too hard, making them look at you.

-I.. i will not marry anyone. Nor do any of you love me. I am still alive only cause of my gifts, and now that i won't even be pretty to look at, i may as well go out and die in the mountains.. - you whispered before trying to get up, but fail.

-(Y/n)... - Ubbe tried to plead.

-Just go.. both of you... - you said turning away from them.

The next time you woke up Lagherta was cleaning your scars gently.

-I'm glad you woke up.. You had a high fever and nigthmares for a week. - she said as she continued. - The boys came here every day to talk to you, hoping you'd hear..

-I.. i heard their stories. I just.. i couldn't tell which was a dream, which was a prophecy or them talking.. - you said.

-For which you wished to be true? - she asked, before the door creaked open to reveal Bjorn with an antler carved fully with runes. He basically ran in falling on his knees next to you as he saw you were awake.

-I'll leave you two to talk. - Laghertha said before gripping your hand and her son's shoulder with a smile.

-I thought you'll never wake up again. - he said bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving them there.

-Just another prophecy fulfilling itself. We both know i already have seen way past then the bloody bride. - you smiled at him, taking your hand from his, and gently cupping the side of his face. He leaned into your touch with his eyes closed.

-I just wish we could've skipped to the right parts.. - he whispered, his blue eyes shining at you.

-The gods like to test us. To humble us, to make us believe.. and i believe that is just what they did. I am still here, you are still here, you stll visit me every day. No matter that im hideous, or all that im good for is telling what the gods tell me to say..

-(Y/n).. you are so much more than that. You have sacrificed yourself for our people, you took care of our children. You were hurt, battered, bruised yet you still smiled. You are a healer, an amazing cook, one of the greatest shield-maidens, a seer, and the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.

-But.. i .. i am not beautiful anymore.. I saw what... your brother did to me..

-You are still beautiful. A scar won't ever change that... - he said as he leaned closer. Your noses were nearly touching. - I only ever had eyes for you (Y/n).. and i only ever will .. - he said before softly kissing you. Upon the touch your eyes will filled with even more vivid images of the future. Happier times, smiles, loving touches. You could see it all. Growing old together. Yet, most of the pictures had another in them. He was like a ghost, slowly fading, yet he was there.

When he broke the kiss, you knew he saw what you did. Then he saw the tears in your eyes.

-It's okay (Y/n). If that is what the gods want, i'll let him, as long as he treats you as he should..

-But... he's married to Margrethe.. - you said.

-He left her 4 days ago, after you were screaming his name while having a nightmare.

-I.. i don't understand.. why would he.. why would that be enough reason?

-You ever saw how he looked at you? or how he talked about you?

-You know i didn't.. I was a prisoner of my brother, then of Ivar. You were away raiding, stometimes him too, only to come back and marry her, even though he knew she was in love with Hvitserk and Sigurd..

-He was hurt. Now, please tell me what did Ivar exactly do to you..

-He.. he threatened to kill me if i don't show him his future.. - you lifted your bandaged hand. - he then told lies to Lagherta about it before i could even tell her, it was decided, he would marry me. I then decided to leave, to live in the wilderness, but his men outnumbered me. I was beaten, cut, bruised, then tied to a pillar in... in the old farm of Ragnar without food or water for days, then on the day of the wedding, he came in, cut my face " just to be sure noone would ever want to marry me.. then ... he made me.. he made me walk over there like that... laughing... bleeding.. then.. you know the rest..

He was fuming. He threw a cup to the other side of the room, strantling you a bit. Ubbe rushing in as he heard the commotion.

-I'm going to kill Ivar... - Bjorn shouted before leaving, shutting the door behind him making you flinch.

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It was time to avenge their father. So it was also the time you saw your brothers again. You stood in the middle of the path between Laghertha and Bjorn as your brothers walked towards you.

Halfdan hugged you, before lifting the cloth, taking a look at the scar that adorned your face now. You tried to hide it before Harald sees it, but it was too late. You saw his jaw clenching, but he just walked away, not acknoweledging you. Bjorn hugged you to himself.

-It will be alright. - he said before putting a kiss on your forehead.

Harald saw this, and turned to Halfdan.

-Since when is she his woman?

-As far as i know she is not.

-Does she still have her gifts?

-Yes she does. - Halfdan answered.

At night at the feast Harald stood up and prepared for the toast.

-As you know my beautiful sister is here in Kattegat, i would like to ask for forgiveness for my mistake, and take her to the raid with us.. - he lifted his chalice, looking at you, as all the men were hurraying in the great hall.

Laghertha stood up, smiling at him.

-You have disowned her, humiliated her, she is in this state because of you, and now you think i will let her go with you?

-I am rather sure your son Bjorn will gladly take care of her Queen Lagertha. - he smirked as he walked up to Bjorn, putting a hand around his shoulders. - if we both make it out alive i may even give him her hand in marriage. - he laughed. This was some kind of sick joke. You stood up, lifting the hood from your head, revealing your face to all the men, who went mute at the sight.Scar still showing but now adorned with rune tattoos across the right side of your face.

-I will go, but not for your love, not for your men. I will go to fight beside the Ragnarssons, avengig their father. The gods have shown me great victory, which would be a victory without you as well my dear brother. I have no need for your love, i do not need to forgive you, for all you ever did was use me for my gifts. Which believe me brother had hurt me greater than any of the christian's punishments. My hand in marriage is not for you to give, it is for me to decide. But a month from now we will be feasting for winning the great war, with the greatest viking army this world has ever seen. - you shouted. The men hurraying, drinking again loudly. Ubbe's and Bjorn's eyes sparkling on you, Harald fuming. You left for your room, when Ubbe caught up with you. He pushed you to the wall and kissed you passionately.

The sea was angry, the trip wasn't smooth, but you all made it, you all managed to keep the boats afloat and together. You saw the worry on Ubbe's and Bjorn's face as you nearly fell into the water, but you just smirked at them. When the night came the sea calmed down, and you felt warm bodies crawl on either side of you, both holding you close. You needed not to look, you knew who they were.

In the morning you were gently tracing Ubbe's tattoo on his face, when his bright blue eyes opened, ever so happy to see you so close.

-How are you princess? - he asked in a low voice making you softly giggle before playing with his beard.

-I slept rather well... the weather wasnt so cold last night.. - you smiled at him knowin he knew what you meant. But then with a growl, you were picked up and rolled inberween the ship and the other man. Bjorn held you close to his chest, before motioning Ubbe to go.

-Go take a piss or something, help with the food or row.. - he said before kissing you, as you heard Ubbe laugh.

-Will you not be jealous of eachother? - you whispered to Bjorn.

-We have talked about it a lot when you were sickly. It is fated, our feelings are unmoving and true.. If you'll have us... - he said looking into your eyes.

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windona · 4 months

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Windy's Non-Fiction Book Rec

Is there an order to this? No. Did I read all of these books in the last year? Also no. Does this tell you a great deal about me? Definitely. Note, I chose to link to Hoopla or Overdrive rather than Amazon because support your local library.

Let's begin.

The Lakota Way by Joseph M Marshall III.

What it's about: It's a book that tells the virtues that are considered most important to the Lakota, interweaving cultural stories with personal ones and real life examples.

Why I like it: I have a fondness for cultural and folk tales, so this should not be a surprise. I like how it relates the mythological to the personal, taking on a macro and micro look. The audiobook is also read by the author, making it rather nice to listen to.

Rez Life by David Truer

What it's about: It's history and memoir about Native American reservations. It's about how they came to be, how they exist, and what life on them is like. It also interweaves the personal with the grand scale, at one point talking about a major case regarding a reservation that the author's mother was involved in.

Why I like it: It's incredibly informative while being well written, flowing well, and helping to connect the overarching policies with how it impacts daily life. My brother said the audiobook was good, but I read the text version and enjoyed it well.

The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli

What it's about: This is an instruction guide on politics and how to run a principality by the 16th century diplomat himself. Reams of writings about his intentions and what it means are about, but this is an interesting read.

Why I like it: Politics, practical and ruthless. It's a well thought out read, and an excellent insight into how Princes work.

What I Saw by Joseph Roth

What it's about: This is more a collection of newspaper articles than one book. It covers a variety of aspects of the Weimar Republic, as shown through the eyes of someone living there.

Why I like it: Joseph Roth has a fun, flowery way of speaking in translation. His observations are interesting, and cover all aspects of Berlin. The last article in the book will punch you in the gut.

Blitzed by Norman Ohler

What it's about: Drugs in the Third Reich. It delves a bit into Weimar era drugs, and looks at how the Nazi ideology clashed with the reality of drug use, from the troops to meth chocolates for housewives all the way up to Hitler himself.

Why I like it: It focuses on a very particular part of history, and goes into detail. The author highlights the hypocrisy, but also shows exactly the impact such drug use had. The language flows well with the subject matter. leaving you gripped in its grasp.

Aftermath: Life in the Fallout of the Third Reich by Harald Jähner

What it's about: How did Germany go from a bombed out fascist state to the liberal West Germany and the East Germany that would eventually become the country we know today? This book examines the ten year period after the war, giving an overview of the situation from the people in the camps to those in bombed out cities, showing how Germany transformed.

Why I like it: This topic has been personally fascinating, as the period my father grew up in but also in how the country recovered from fascism to become a well functioning democratic republic. Everyone who voted for the Nazi party did not disappear. The people who were kicked out of Prussia and Silesia had to find somewhere to live. The people from concentration camps also had to find their own places, if they could. This book is fascinating, delves into the issues, and at times is uncomfortable.

Editing Humanity by Kevin Davies

What it's about: The history of CRISPR up until it came out in 2020. It goes through the science, the competition, and the debates. From the various bits and pieces that led to CRISPR discovery and development to the ethical questions surrounding its use, it will take you through one of the much lauded scientific breakthroughs in the last decade.

Why I like it: The author knows his stuff and knows how to write it. He highlights the various contributors to the breakthrough, from understanding yogurt spoilage to a powerful tool. He also does a good job explaining the Dr. He controversy, and the ethical dilemmas regarding it, from germline versus somatic cell editing to how far is too far.

This Is Your Brain On Parasites by Kathleen McAuliffe

What it's about: Parasites, and their impact on nature and humanity. From individual behavior to how our societies are influenced by the eternal war, this book goes into the big influence of tiny organisms.

Why I like it: It goes into parasites in humans and animals, and is very thorough and an enjoyable read. The melding of science and history is fascinating. Warning, not for the squeamish.

There were a couple of books on magic in Medieval Europe I was unable to find, and I reserve the right to update this list as I find interesting books.

If you have any interesting non-fiction books to recommend, feel free to let me know! And fiction as well, but that rec list will be a different post.

#book recommendations #non fiction

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d-targaryenshoe · 2 years

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Is it alright if I ask what the request is and what specific characters we are allowed to request for in Vikings and Witcher. Also Witcher wise is it just the tv show or the books/games as well :)

the request is about: the sons of Ragnar who start falling in love with floki’s daughter (reader) who is very flexible and talented shieldmaiden who can be very sweet to her friends but ruthless to her enemies.

VIKINGS

Floki

Bjorn Ironside

Ragnar Lothbrok

Ivar The Boneless

Rollo Sigurdsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Harald Finehair

Floki Vilgerðarson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Halfdan The Black

THE WITCHER

Geralt Of Rivia

Jaskier

Hope this helps :))

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alicedopey · 1 year

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Vikings ask who is your favourite character

I have three actually !

Hvitserk is my baby boy. He is the most sensitive one, I think and he is a little naughty boy. He needs protection and care.

Ivar in spite of all the bad things he did. He is smart, ruthless but such a softie on the inside. Plus, I like the growth his character gained towards the end of the series.

My King Harald. He made awful mistakes but he was big simp 😅 He could also be very very very loyal and faithful to Vikings traditions. A true warrior.

#anon asks

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ainews · 6 months

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Haralds have been an integral part of Norse societies since the Viking Age, providing strong and sometimes ruthless leadership to ensure their people's safety and success. Primarily war chiefs, these leaders were known for their daring and courage, leading their people into battles and helping them to conquer their foes.

Haralds had to be fearless but also wise, inspiring loyalty through their martial prowess and through their adherence to the law. They were steadfast in their commitment to their people, and expected similar loyalty in return.

Haralds were also expected to be exemplary fathers. According to Norse law, only a legally recognised father could be responsible for the upbringing of one’s children. As a result, the law needed to be strict to ensure that a family had a recognized patriarch.

This meant that fathers had to be responsible, wise, and strong. Haralds displayed all of these qualities, and more. They protected their families and their people, taught their children their wisdom, and served as examples of fortitude, courage, and honour.

Haralds were also expected to embody the spirit of Viking warriors, inspiring courage in their children. It was expected that their sons would follow in their footsteps and take up arms when needed.

Above all, haralds were seen as symbols of strength and protection, determined to do whatever was necessary to protect their family and people. For these reasons, haralds still serve as role models and archetypes for many fathers today.

#ai generated #fake news

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underatedcharactersunite · 3 years

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Something Better Than Treasure

Summary; Y/N, is the eldest child of Ragnar and Lagertha. As her wish is granted to raid in England, she meets Harald Finehair who's taken back by her. Pairing; Harald Finehair x Female Reader WordCount; 1,117 »»————-　➴　————-««

Y/N was the eldest child of Ragnar Lothbrok and Lagertha. Eldest sister to Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar. She'd grown up to be a skilled shieldmaiden who could use any weapon given to her. On the other hand, Y/N also expressed her desire to explore the oceans and experience new lands.

However, so far, her father had only allowed her to attend several local raids. Y/N desired more. She wanted to take part in the voyages to England. Yet regardless of the several occasions, she'd pleaded for her father to permit her to come with them. Ragnar denied her.

Until now. Floki and Lagertha pestered Ragnar to allow Y/N to attend the next trip to England with them. Why should the sons of Ragnar be allowed to raid and conquer, yet his eldest child refused her birthright?

Ragnar finally conceded. At the next possible moment, Ragnar was informing Y/N she was travelling to England with them. Ragnar observed as her face lit up in excitement. Suddenly Y/N held a spring in her step as she rushed off to tell her brothers of the news. Even Aslaug is thrilled to observe Y/N's happiness radiating off her. Her happiness appeared to flow through the streets of Kattegat.

With excitement and anticipation running through her veins, Y/N was suddenly spending every waking moment preparing for her first voyage to England.

With excitement and anticipation running through her veins, Y/N was suddenly spending every waking moment preparing for her first voyage to England. She had forgotten how many hours she had been perching on the dock doing various preparations. Suddenly the sun had settled, and the moon had risen.

Meanwhile, Ragnar was sitting beside Aslaug as they feasted and greeted Harald Finehair and Halfdan the black. Ragnar observed as his sons bickered amongst each other. Meanwhile, the other attendees of the feast danced, drank and ate merrily. Looking around, he couldn't pinpoint the location of his daughter.

"Where is she? I told her she needed to attend the feast, yet she is not here." Aslaug turned and glanced at her beloved husband before placing her cup down.

"Husband, she is a grown woman. She will show up to the feast when she's ready. Need I remind you, it was you who informed her she was going to England. Perhaps she's off making her preparations." Ragnar rolled his eyes as he rose from his chair, walking down a couple of steps that separated them from everyone else.

"I'm aware of the age of my child! However, as the Daughter of an Earl, she must attend feasts! Not only that, but I don't want my child to forget that she must eat to be strong."

Ragnar stormed off into the night in search of his daughter. There were a handful of places she could be, but her favourite place to think and contemplate was the docks.

A thudding of footsteps echoed closer and closer. Ragnar swiftly turned to wait for whoever was rapidly approaching him. As the moonlight shone brightly, Ragnar exhaled a breathe as Harald came into view.

"Ragnar, I thought I could accompany you on your walk," Harald said as he slowed down so he could equal Ragnars restarted pace. Ragnar sighed as he continued to make his journey to the docks.

"I am not out for a walk. I'm in search of my daughter. She's not ordinarily like this. She's very polite and is often one of the first to greet our guests."

"Don't worry, Ragnar. I've heard that this trip to England will be her first overseas raid. She must be thrilled and excited. I remember sailing on the oceans for the first time, the anticipation, the nervousness. She must have many emotions coursing through her body."

Just as expected, Ragnar found Y/N sitting on the dock, slowly sharpening her blade. Her mind appeared to be distracted looking out at the water. However, he recognised his daughter better than that. Just as they got close enough, Y/N rose from her feet, swinging her sword aiming it directly at them.

"Easy! Are you really trying to kill your own father?" Ragnar snapped as she lowered her sword rapidly. In her defence, how was she supposed to know who was approaching her?

Harald was frozen in awe as he took in Y/N for the first time. Harald had never graced such a beautiful yet ruthless appearing woman in his life. Harald imagined her to be a rose, beautiful and delicate yet dangerous. Had the God's sent her to him? Because she was magical.

"Y/N, this is Harald Finehair. One of the two men that you were supposed to meet at the docks earlier." Y/N held out her hand, suddenly feeling guilty that so many hours had passed. She hadn't meant to let time slip from her fingers. However, since hearing Father's news, her mind had been distracted. There had been so much to do from sharpening her weaponry. To make sure she had everything she needed. Her Father graciously allowed her to return to England with them, and she wasn't about to fail him.

"Forgive me, Lord Finehair. My mind has been elsewhere with the impending England voyage." Y/N extended her hand out, and Harald took it with ease, pressing a delicate kiss onto her knuckles.

"There's no need to apologise. The pleasure will be all mine once I get to raid with you. You know I've heard of your manly battles, but none talk of how beautiful you are." Y/N was flattered by the sentiment however, Ragnar rolled his eyes in disgust. Harald and Y/N kept their eyes on each other, neither one refusing to glance away first.

"Enough! Will you go and get something to eat before your brothers eat it all." Reluctantly, Y/N snapped out of her trance and excused herself in search of food and her brothers. Ragnar and Harald were left alone once more.

"If you're going to flirt with my daughter, please don't do it in front of me. It's nauseating."

A little while later, Harald returned to the feast, simply enjoying the atmosphere, when his eyes locked onto Y/N once more. She was standing behind her brothers, trying to resolve an argument between Ivar and Sigurd. She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Ivar's head in an attempt to soothe him. Harald smiled at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Is everything okay, brother? Why were with Ragnar for so long?" Harald smirked his eyes remaining firmly on Y/N.

"Ragnar introduced me to his daughter, Y/N. I'm glad we agreed to join Ragnar on his return trip to England."

"Why's that?"

“Because I think I found something better than treasure.”

#Vikings imagine #Vikings imagines #Harald Finehair imagines #Harald Finehair imagine #Vikings one shot #Vikings oneshot #Harald Finehair one shot #Harald Finehair oneshot #Nat's end of year Challenge 2021

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peaceisadirtyword · 3 years

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Heathen VI (Ivar/Edlynn)

A/N; Hello!♥️ I’m back after a short, holiday break! And even if these next weeks are going to be chaotic, I will try to keep posting Heathen once a week as I did before! There’s only another four (five with this one) left until the end👀, so I hope you enjoy it a lot🥰 I didn’t have time to reply to your comments on last chapter but I read all of them and I’m so happy to see you’re liking it🥺 thank you so much, it means the world🙏🏻 took a bit longer to finish this one because I wasn’t too convinced but I hope you like it too♥️

Warnings: smut ( 👀), talk of feelings, my cringey writing, Ivar is the best, mentions of alcohol, violence, sex and talk about arranged marriage and religious things!

Words: 4823 (will I ever stop)

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"We could move here" Harald pointed at the map. Hvitserk followed his finger and pressed his lips together. Maybe a bit risky, he thought, but he didn't dare contradict the king because of strategical differences, that was Ivar's job "It's closer to the sea, and it would be easier to run away if the saxons decide to attack us once we don't have the saxon girl as leverage"

"It could be" he nodded, as he waited for Ivar's opinion. But as the minutes passed and his brother didn't say a word, Hvitserk raised his head to look at him.

Ivar was sitting in front of him, with a drink on his hand, but looking away. He didn't seem to be even listening to what they were saying, and when Hvitserk's eyes followed his gaze, he understood why.

His lips curved on a small smirk and immediately turned to look at Harald, who also seemed amused to have caught the ruthless Ivar the Boneless sneaking glances to a lady.

Edlynn was sitting on a cut tree, not very far away from them, and her eyes were fixed on a book that Hvitserk had seen on Ivar's tent. She only had a couple of guards with her, and her wrists were untied, giving her much more freedom than Hvitserk ever thought Ivar would give her.

"Ivar" he called his name, making him turn his head with a frown, almost like he was annoyed by his interruption "Are you listening?"

Harald held back a laugh when Ivar blinked, somewhat confused, until he spotted the map and the pieces the king had moved, and seemed to get out of his trance. His cheeks reddened softly, but he pretended not to realize as he scrutinized the map, trying to remember what had changed since Edlynn stepped out of the tent and his eyes wandered off.

Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. He already knew what was going on, since he caught Edlynn leaving the tent with swollen lips more than once and had seen them sleeping together, with her face hidden in Ivar's neck. But at first he thought his brother was just having some fun, not falling for the saxon girl. Those glances said otherwise.

"It would be risky" Ivar cleared his throat "I don't think Alfred would attack us once Edlynn is with him"

Harald raised his head again. Edlynn? He didn't know when Ivar started calling the prisoner by her name, but found it amusing.

"Then what do you propose?" Hvitserk tried to ignore it, but he would ask his brother about it "Shall we stay here?"

"I think we should move a bit closer to the boats, but not like it seems we're retiring" he shrugged "But it's your decision, king Harald"

Harald had gotten used to the mocking tone whenever Ivar said his title out loud. He didn't really care, it had started to sound like a joke to him too.

"I will think about it tonight, and tomorrow we'll decide"

But just when he was about to stand up, maybe too eager to go back to his tent, a guard approached them.

Edlynn pretended not to realize he was staring. Neither of them talked about it but both of them seemed to think the same: no one should know of their... Affair? She couldn't help but blush whenever she thought about it. Well, she didn't even know if it could be considered an actual affair. There had been kisses, some more innocent than others, Ivar had touched her body in a way no one had in her entire life, she had let her hands wander down his strong arms and chest, but nothing more. It was still a sin, something she didn't want people knowing. Edlynn would be mortified if someone heard about it, about what she was doing with a... Heathen.

But the thing that alarmed her the most weren't the kisses or the caresses, not even the fire that Ivar awakened in her, but the warmth that expanded through her chest whenever she saw him, the smiles, the little laughs, the reddened cheeks... She couldn't think about anything else that weren't his blue eyes and his pouty lips, nor could pray in peace without remembering how soft his hair was under her fingers or what a beautiful smile he had. Every night she promised she'd stop, that she wouldn't let herself fall in love with him, but sometimes, especially under the furs and between his arms, she thought there was nothing she could do now.

It was temporal, Edlynn tried not to think about what would happen when she had to go back to her family, to Lord Edmund, the man who was supposed to be her husband. Would she ever feel the same with him? Probably not, and the thought saddened her. It was such a beautiful feeling she wished she could carry forever.

Even if it was hard, and even if she knew many people in the camp suspected it, Edlynn tried to act like nothing had happened. They barely talked to each other in public, but she noticed he was always close to her, or at least close enough to be able to watch her. She liked that.

Edlynn was reading, but she hadn't turned the page in what felt like hours, too focused on the glances that certain man threw her way and on hiding her blush. Until someone else approached the three men that sat down not too far away from her. She raised her head, interested, as the man seemed to carry important news. Even if she had understood their language, she wouldn't have heard anything, as the noise of the camp was too loud. But she could see the king with a big smile, celebrating something. And Ivar had frowned and his eyes were now fixed on the ground at his feet.

When he finally looked her way again, he ignored the silent question on her eyes and looked directly at the guard that stood next to her, pointing to his own tent with his head. And Edlynn was practically dragged towards it.

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That night they celebrated. The reason was still a mystery to her, but Edlynn tried to ask every single person that entered the tent, from Brianna to Hvitserk, without receiving any answer. She could hear the happy screams and laughs, and figured it couldn't be bad, right?

At least not for them.

A shiver travelled down her spine when she thought about her family, would they be alright? Had those heathens killed them?

And then Ivar came back.

His eyes were bright and Edlynn figured he had been drinking too. His movements were slow, and let himself fall on the bed with a grunt, letting his crutch go before rubbing his face with his hands.

"Hello" Edlynn raised an eyebrow, why do men drink so much if they feel bad afterwards?

"Hi, princess" he muttered, grunting "How was your day?" Ivar sat on the bed, sighing. It had been a long day, and it seemed it would be a long night too.

"Clearly not as interesting as yours"

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't turn to look at her.

"I was trying to negotiate" he shrugged "And king Harald negotiates better when there's ale"

"Negotiate what?" Edlynn narrowed her eyes, moving a bit closer to him.

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"The saxons will agree to our terms" the messenger smiled proudly as he delivered the news "They will pay, and give us land and time to settle" he nodded "In exchange for the saxon girl"

Harald's laugh startled Ivar, who stared at the messenger intensely.

"Of course they will!" he celebrated, nodding his head and patting Ivar's back softly "You were right, once again"

He shot him a fake smile, which faded as soon as the king turned to Hvitserk. He thought he'd have more time, that asking for such a ridiculous amount of gold, land and a truce would be too much to give for just one girl, and that the saxons would try and change the terms. That would've given him weeks, even months. His eyes went back to where Edlynn was sitting, and silently told the guard to take her away.

"The saxon king said they shall wait for us in the battlefield to make the exchange, and that the girl must be unharmed and well, otherwise they won't give us what we asked for"

"Thank you, my friend" Harald patted the soldier's shoulder with a bright smile "Go, eat and rest, tonight we'll celebrate"

Hvitserk didn't stop looking at Ivar. He noticed how he clenched his jaw and licked his lips repeatedly. He felt his own lips curving on a smile, but just slapped his head playfully.

That night they did celebrate. Everyone sang, drank and ate next to the king, around a fire. Another victory, thanks to Ivar. But Ivar didn't seem too keen on participating on the celebrations.

"What's it, Ivar?" Hvitserk sat next to him as he saw him pour the ale on his horn for the fifth time "Aren't you happy to get rid of the saxon girl and get paid for it?" he chuckled, but his brother didn't laugh with him.

"I just think..." Ivar clenched his jaw again "Maybe the price is too low"

"Low?" Hvitserk raised an eyebrow "We didn't think they'd agree, it's too much, that price would fit a queen, but not a noble girl"

"Yes but they did agree to it" he shook his head "What if... What if we ask for more?"

"They would say no, and the negotiations would continue, we don't want that" his older brother frowned and shook his head, taking another sip from his horn "Because we don't want that, right?"

"No" Ivar replied maybe too fast, and then scowled "It's just that I don't think we've benefited enough from holding her captive, she's obviously more important than we thought"

"Well, dear brother, if I'm honest, I think you've benefited quite a lot from having her here" he chuckled, patting Ivar's leg softly. His brother widened his eyes at him, but managed to hide his surprise and go back to scowling.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hvitserk"

"Sure" he laughed, shaking his head "Sure, you don't know, but it's quite obvious, Ivar" he shot him a soft smile "I can't blame you, she's pretty, innocent... I thought you didn't like saxon girls"

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes, but Hvitserk saw the little smile he tried to hide "I'm not trying to keep her here, I just want to make sure we get the deal that benefits us the most, that's all"

"Fine, I believe you" this time it was Hvitserk's turn to roll his eyes "Tell Harald, then, but I don't think he will agree"

"I was waiting for him to get drunk" Ivar shrugged, making his brother laugh.

"Good luck then" Hvitserk winked at him before getting up "Want advice?"

"No"

"Don't fall in love" he ignored him "That doesn't end well"

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Ivar finally gave up, and went back to the tent, in need of some peace and maybe the soft touch of the woman that sat on he bed behind him. Harald didn't listen, and they kept celebrating.

"Your king agreed to our terms" he said, finally turning his head to look at her. Edlynn wore another dress they had found for her, with her auburn hair loose, and she looked so beautiful Ivar had to blink a couple of times. He wanted to see her reaction, would she be happy? Or would she feel as weird as he had been feeling all day?

But instead she looked confused.

"What... What does that mean?"

"That means we'll meet them in a few days and I will let you go"

Edlynn gasped, but instead of feeling relieved and thankful, eager to see her family again, to see Mildrith, to go home... She looked into those ocean eyes and only felt a strange emptiness inside her.

I must be insane, she thought as she crawled closer to him. Ivar's eyes didn't left her face, almost like he was waiting for her to smile, laugh and sigh in relief.

Edlynn didn't do any of those things.

"Aren't you happy?" he gulped.

"I... I suppose I am" she muttered "But..."

I know, he thought, nearly desperately. He couldn't describe it either.

"You'll go back to your castle, you'll marry your lord, you'll be with your family and will have a church to pray to your God every time you want"

"Yes, but..."

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" he sounded sharper than he intended.

"I don't want that anymore" Edlynn scowled "I don't want to go back and marry, I don't want to spend my days sewing, gossiping with other women and praying"

Not so long ago, she wouldn't have even imagined she'd say those words, that was her life, a life she had enjoyed and lived happily. But now... Now she had tried other things, new things... Was it that bad to want to keep them?

"I know it's my duty" she continued, the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks, but she held them as she had been taught "And I know I will have to do it someday but I... I will miss you"

Ivar looked away, clenching his jaw again and hoping she didn't see the tears filling his eyes. The thought of entering that tent and finding it empty, without the familiar presence of the annoying saxon girl praying or reading, of spending his nights studying maps alone instead of the books in latin Edlynn would read for him, or talking about the Gods, about the adventures of Thor and Loki or the golden apples of Idunn was... Not what he wanted.

Not even the possibility of conquering England was helping.

He felt Edlynn getting closer, and her small hand, with her soft fingers that had never held any kind of weapon, touched his shoulder. Ivar felt dizzy, but couldn't know if it was because of the ale or because of her.

"I will miss you too"

The words left his lips before he could hold them back, and when he raised his head to look at her, Edlynn had the biggest smile on her lips. She almost made him smile too.

"I... You could come and visit me someday?" she muttered, biting her lip "My friend Mildrith would love to meet you, she's obsessed"

Ivar raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think your father or your husband would let me visit you? You're supposed to hate me"

Edlynn's smile faded.

"I don't hate you" she tilted his head in an adorable way, and Ivar had to look away again "You were a bit mean at first, but you're not like they say you are... And he's not my husband"

"Yet" he shrugged "What do they say about me?"

Edlynn giggled, shaking her head.

"Mildrith said you're the Devil, in a human shape, that you are ruthless and... I heard you drink blood and eat human flesh"

Ivar couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't eat human flesh" he scowled in disgust "Do you think I could be that Devil you talk about?"

Edlynn took a deep breath, and her fingers caressed softly his cheek.

"You could be" she said, nodding slowly "You're smart, ambitious, ruthless, but also beautiful, like a fallen angel" Edlynn blushed "You do tempt me to sin"

Ivar smirked, humming in delight. She had a lot more to say about his looks, but decided to keep it to herself to avoid feeding his ego.

"And you would invite me, the heathen who tempts you, to your home with your father and your husband?"

Edlynn blushed again.

"He's not my husband" she repeated.

"But you're going to marry him, princess, he will be your husband soon, unless..."

His eyes fixed on the axe he had next to the bed, and Edlynn gasped and punched his arm.

"Don't even think about it!"

Her reaction amused Ivar, who shook his head laughing. Even if he wasn't actually joking.

"Lord Edmund is a good man, a good christian, he will take care of me" she said quietly, almost trying to convince herself "And it will be a good thing for my family"

"From what I've seen, princess, you don't need anyone to take care of you" he sighed, leaning to undo his braces. She smiled at that, feeling that warmth fill her body again. It was a huge compliment coming from him.

When he finished taking off the braces and removed most of his clothes Edlynn was already under the furs, her eyelids felt heavy but she forced herself to stay awake. She wanted to enjoy every moment she had left with him, knowing she wouldn't see him again. They still had some days, though, that comforted her.

Ivar nearly moaned when he finally was able to lay on the bed. His eyes had been a bit more blue that morning, so it had been a difficult day. Edlynn watched him in silence, amazed by the perfection of his features. How could he be the Devil when he looked sculpted by God? He was too beautiful to be impure, but then again, he was a heathen. Her mind went back to his wife, and a strange pang of jealousy stroke her. What would he do if she kissed him now?

"It's rude to stare, princess"

Ivar had an amused smirk on his lips, which only grew when he saw Edlynn's glare.

"Remember when I said I'd miss you? Well, I take it back"

That made him laugh.

"Go to sleep, little one" he muttered, already closing his eyes "Maybe I can teach you some more archery before you leave, but only if you rest"

He could hear a little gasp and imagined her excited smile, but didn't open his eyes until he felt her crawling closer to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. When he did look at her, she was already ready to sleep, with her eyes closed and breathing slowly.

"Good night, heathen"

Ivar couldn't help but smile, too.

"Good night, princess"

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Ivar was cold. He stirred in his sleep looking for the source of warmth he was missing, but opened his eyes when he couldn't find it.

The bed was empty, he frowned and pawed at the furs, confused. Where is she?

The thought of her escaping made him more sad than angry, and he was nearly gasping when he finally spotted her. Edlynn sat on the wooden stool next to his table, studying the paintings of one of the books he had at the dim light of a nearly melted candle.

"Sorry" she pouted, looking at him with widened eyes "I didn't mean to wake you up"

"You didn't" he groaned, rubbing his eyes "What are you doing awake? It's the middle of the night"

He couldn't hear anything outside the tent, only the hushed voices of some guards, and it was still dark.

"I couldn't sleep" she shrugged.

"Come back to bed" he nearly ordered, narrowing his eyes at her. Edlynn held back a laugh as she closed the book, leaning in to blow the candle before making her way back to the bed. Ivar watched her as she crawled under the furs and laid back, with her eyes still open.

"It feels strange to go back and marry someone else"

Ivar frowned in the darkness of the tent.

"What does that mean?"

"You're the first man I shared the bed with" she muttered "The first man I kissed... The first touching me. I always believed that man would be my husband"

"I'm also the first man that made you a prisoner" he teased, and Edlynn rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"I don't think you understand"

"Then tell me"

"I want you to be the last, too"

Edlynn bit her own tongue after saying it, taking a deep breath as Ivar turned to look at her. She nearly regretted it, but... Why hide it? They probably wouldn't see each other again. She was just telling the truth, like a good christian.

"You don't know what you're saying"

His answer confused her even more.

"What?"

"I... We're on different sides, princess" he sighed, and held himself back from reaching out to caress her cheek "I am a heathen, remember?"

"But you're good to me" she pouted, and Ivar nearly leant in to kiss her "I've seen you talk about your Gods with passion, laugh with your brother, I've seen you bonding with your men and even stroking horses... You're not the monster they talk about, at least not now... You treated me well... As well as you can treat a prisoner, I don't see how you're different from any christian man I know"

Ivar couldn't help but smile and lean his forehead against hers, his fingers tingled, desperate to touch her. He felt a faintly familiar warmth inside his chest.

"You have to go back home, princess" he insisted "You'll forget about me and will learn to hate me again"

"I will never hate you" she muttered, and then there was silence. Ivar nearly thought she had fallen asleep again, and kept relaxing against her body, listening to her breathing.

"Ivar" it was the first time he had heard her saying his name, and it sounded so soft with her voice... He looked at her, who had her eyes fixed on his Mjölnir necklace "Kiss me?"

It sounded more like a question than a demand. Edlynn wasn't nearly ready when she felt his strong hand around the side of her neck and his lips pressed against hers. She sighed in delight and kissed him back, grabbing his arm shyly. She had missed his kisses so much... What would she do without them?

Ivar deepened the kiss, making Edlynn moan quietly and mover her hand to his face, cupping hit softly until her fingers touched his hair. Ivar's hand roamed down her body, settling on her waist and nearly touching her ass. Things were getting out of control, and Ivar didn't know how much he could keep things... Like that.

Edlynn moved even closer, and now he could feel her breasts against his bare chest. Ivar sighed and smiled against her sweet lips, tightening his grip around her waist. They broke the kiss to breathe, and Edlynn smiled brightly at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

"We can stop whenever you want" he groaned as her thigh pressed against his cock, making it twitch.

"I don't want to stop" she replied, frowning, and he nearly laughed.

Edlynn was serious. She had heard about it more than once, her whole life everyone assured that it was painful and not enjoyable at all for women, but everything Ivar did in that moment felt good... Why wouldn't that feel good then?

"I thought you weren't allowed to do this" he panted as Edlynn's lips landed on his jaw softly. Her kisses were shy, inexperienced, innocent... Completely different from Katia, Freydis or Margrethe, the only women he had ever kissed, but just as effective.

"I'm not" she giggled "Should I stop?"

"No" Ivar groaned and tightened his grip on her waist. If they stopped now, he was going to go crazy. He had tried to erase her body from his mind since he saw her in the river that day, and he had failed.

"I want to do this" she muttered, interrupting their kisses to look at his eyes again "Because I've been told men like it, a lot" she blushed, but the darkness hid it "And I want you to remember me"

"Trust me, princess" Ivar squirmed under her, his body reacting to her closeness "I was going to remember you anyway"

When they kissed again, he tugged at the skirt of her dress, nearly moaning when he finally was able to touch her bare skin. It was soft, warm, and Ivar felt her stiffen when he caressed her leg. Her hand traced the ink lines of his chest as his lips traveled down her neck, Edlynn gasped and let out a shaky breath, biting her tongue. She was supposed to be silent, right?

"Women can also enjoy this" he said against her skin, his fingers reached her inner thigh and Edlynn's muscles tensed under his touch "Want me to show you?"

He smirked when she nodded shyly. Edlynn was biting her lip and looking down in curiosity, even if she couldn't see his hand approaching her sex. Ivar wasn't too sure of what he was doing, but kept reaching until he finally touched her, and Edlynn let out a strangled sound and he quickly looked at her. She had closed her eyes and her nails were digging on his skin. Ivar kept caressing her folds until he reached the place that made her jump and moan loudly.

Edlynn quickly covered her mouth as Ivar smirked with pride and started circling his fingers as his brothers had said more than once. He would have loved to go down and kiss her properly, but didn't want to scare her so soon.

When Ivar finally pressed two fingers to her entrance, Edlynn opened her eyes, looking both aroused and confused at the same time.

"Relax" he whispered, reaching to kiss her softly "How does it feel?"

She was gasping, but managed to reply with a small moan and a frown.

"Weird" she muttered "But... Good"

"Good" he nodded, and increased the pace, making Edlynn moan again and grab his arm "I've got you, princess"

She was shaking between his arms as he started curling his fingers inside her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around them and the incoherent moans she let out. His hand was covered with wetness, and finally Ivar retrieved his hand, making Edlynn whimper in protest.

But he needed both hands to tear that stupid dress apart.

She gasped and blushed when he finally was able to throw the pieces of fabric away, to reveal her entire naked body to his eyes. Ivar growled and his lips collapsed against hers again. His hands were everywhere, touching her breasts, her belly and her ass at the same time, and soon his mouth followed them. She nearly felt overwhelmed, where she expected pain and discomfort she only got pleasure, a different kind of pleasure, and she needed more, so much more.

Ivar finally pushed her to lay down on the bed, and moved to crawl between her legs to keep kissing her.

"Want me to fuck you, princess?"

Edlynn widened her eyes, but her legs tightened around his waist and Ivar put his pants down just enough to free his cock. He enjoyed the surprise on her face when she saw it, not used to women being impressed by him.

"Look at me" he muttered, noticing how she grew nervous "Do you trust me?"

Edlynn allowed herself to get lost into his eyes again, nodding slowly and grabbing his neck as he pressed into her slowly. Ivar needed all of his willpower to keep a slow pace to avoid hurting her too much. She scrunched her nose in pain and closed her eyes. Ivar wasn't an expert, but he knew that, for women, it was painful the first time. Her little shrieks of pain brought back some not very nice memories from his own first time.

"Hey, princess, open your eyes" he stopped moving, even if he was already shaking from feeling her tight walls around him, when Edlynn obeyed, she had tears in her eyes "Am I hurting you too much?"

She shook her head and licked her lips.

"Just a bit"

"I'm sorry" he kissed her temple and let out a shaky breath "I promise it gets better"

His own eyes were fluttering and he could barely stay still.

"Keep going" she muttered "I'll be fine"

As he started moving again, Edlynn felt the pain fading slowly. It didn't became pleasurable, like it had when he had used his hand, but it became more... Tolerable. She even felt some pleasure, and it wasn't as bad as she thought, in fact, she enjoyed the way Ivar muttered some strange words in Norse she couldn't understand, and how he moaned and sighed against her skin. It was truly a sight, to see him with his eyes closed in pleasure, enjoying her body in ways she never thought anyone would.

When Ivar finished, he captured her lips with his again, drowning the sounds they both made as he finally stopped moving. His forehead rested against hers, and their hands were intertwined. None of them said anything at first, enjoying the feeling of being so close, and Ivar let himself hide his face in her neck, sighing. How was he going to let her go now?

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Min Skat (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is for @maggiescarborough‘s and @gearhead66‘s birthdays 🎉 The truth is, I wanted to write two different fics but I had problems... As you may know, girls, I was on vacation. And the laptop I took with me was broken... So... I couldn’t write. I got home only 36 hours ago. That’s why I finally decided to write a single story, to share, for both of you. Hope you won’t mind. And since I know you both love fluff, then... fluff it is!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY WOMEN 💖 🌷 💖

As usual, thanks to my lifesaver, @inforapound, for beta reading it so quickly 🌻

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Min elskede: my love - Min skat: my treasure

the gif belongs to @ohbelllaciao

Summary: You’re pregnant, childish, cranky, hungry, moody and it’s the middle of the night. How’s Ivar going to react?

Warnings: soft, soft, soft Ivar and a lot of fluff.

Words: 2308

Hands on your lower back in a futile attempt to ease the shooting pain coursing through your spine, you slowly cross the room. The faint moonlight allows you to see that Ivar hasn't moved. Covered by many furs, lying on his side, his eyes are closed, his steady breathing just loud enough to hear.

You honestly resent him for sleeping peacefully when you haven't been able to for weeks. There are so many reasons for your sleepless nights: the constant need to empty your bladder, the feeling of choking as soon as you lie down, the midnight cravings, your inability to find a comfortable position in your shared bed, or the frantic kicks from the tiny human growing inside you as soon as you try to rest… You're exhausted. And mildly jealous.

Getting closer, you sink heavily onto the bed, releasing a deep sigh. Ivar immediately moves and groans, annoying you. He should know better and not dare to complain. "Ivar, don't expect me to apologize! I am warning you!" You hiss through clenched teeth, furrowing your brows. "Carry a baby for nine fucking moons and then, maybe, you'll be allowed to say something!"

Sitting up, he grabs a candle and lights it before shifting next to you.

Looking at him, you see his big, sleepy blue eyes staring at you, bewilderment written all over his face. "Min elskede, are you all right? Is there anything I can do?" There's no annoyance or impatience in his voice, and his gentleness stirs you up. You love him so much… Forgotten, your previous anger is replaced by an emotional roller-coaster bringing tears to your eyes.

Since you don't answer, he gets closer to you, squeezing both your hands in one of his. "Y/N, min elskede, why did you get up? Tell me please."

Using his free hand, he gently fixes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I don't know…" Shrugging your shoulders, you try to explain. "I had… I was too hot. And then I had to… pee…" You blush. "And now I wish I'd grab something to eat. I'm hungry. And I'm cold." Snuggling into his arms, you can't help but pout.

Smiling at you, he kisses softly the tip of your nose before speaking firmly, grabbing and patting a fluffy pillow. "I'll take care of everything. Lie down, min elskede." You're too exhausted to fight back and just do as you're told. Rewarded by a soft kiss on your forehead, Ivar folds several furs onto you and you give him a little smile.

You watch him as he throws himself onto the floor and starts crawling. The glorious sight of his nacked, chiseled chest is mesmerizing and painfully appealing. If you weren't so pregnant, you'd probably jump on him for a long and passionate lovemaking session. But here you are, huge and so weary that the simple thought of moving again exhausts you. Frustrated, you close your eyes, sighing heavily.

"I'll be right back, min elskede." Stopping at the doorway, Ivar gives you a last comforting smile and then disappears. You do know he'll come back with everything you could wish for, and undoubtedly more.

From the very beginning, Ivar has always been different around you. Nicer to you than to other people. Less prone to anger. You know it's because of the way you acted when you first met him. That night, for the first time in his life, he had been treated first as a human being, and not as a cripple.

He'd traveled all the way to Vestfold to ask your uncle, King Harald, for his support in his war against Lagertha. You, the illegitimate daughter of Halfdan the Black, the king's brother, lived most of the time further north with your mother, who had only been a one-night stand to your father. But once or twice a year, Harald invited you to Vestfold, usually for his own benefit.

That time, the king had asked you – urged you – to seduce Ivar the Boneless, in order to strengthen their alliance. You didn't like being treated like a courtesan and had locked yourself in your room. It had taken all your father's forcefulness to convince you to come out. When you had eventually entered the hall, the feast in honor of the youngest Ragnarsson was in full swing. Dressed in a beautiful burgundy red dress offered to you by King Harald, you had caught everyone's attention but only had eyes for your uncle's special guest. Immediately captivated by his perfect facial features, you had felt as if you were drowning in his unimaginably blue eyes as soon you had looked into them, your heart skipping a beat.

Sitting next to your uncle, the chair to his left was free, reserved for you according to your father's words. Taking your seat nervously, you had wondered if he could hear the frantic heartbeat in your chest.

From that moment on, it was just the two of you. You weren't even sure the world kept spinning. For hours, Ivar and you had been talking, smiling at each other, his hand grabbing yours under the table, your fingers stroking his knuckles.

You soon had realized that Ivar's reputation – a selfish, bloodthirsty and ruthless prince – only reflected part of the man he was: outstandingly intelligent, curious about everything, funny, smart and clever. He had asked you a lot of questions, wanted to know everything about you. You had told him about your village, about your mother's people, the Sami, and their peculiar customs. He had listened carefully, often asking you to clarify some details. He had been more reluctant to talk about his life, claiming that yours was much more exciting than his own, made of wars and blood.

When your completely drunk uncle had ended the feast, Ivar had put his hand on your forearm, tentatively offering to see you again the next day. Much to his surprise, you had agreed right away, a wide smile lighting up your face. And then a frown had crossed his face as he had lowered his head. "Y/N, I… There's something you need to know… "The panic was written all over his face. "I'm… not like everyone else." Swallowing, he had kept his head down.

Of course he wasn't. He was different. He had won your heart in a matter of hours. What was the problem? Then, realization had hit you. Of course. Speaking softly, you had grabbed his hand. "I know absolutely everything I need to know about you, Ivar."

Releasing a shaky breath, Ivar had shook his head. "No, you don't. You wouldn't have agreed to meet me again if you did. You wouldn't have agreed if you knew that I'm a cr—" Shushing him, one finger on his lips, one hand on his chin, you had forced him to look at you. "Ivar, I know your legs don't work. I knew all along. I knew when I sat next to you." He was bewildered and speechless. Shrugging, you had explained. "I don't care if you can't walk, Ivar, it doesn't matter. What matters though, it's what's there,” your hand had briefly grazed his chest, you had pointed at his heart, "and there,” your index finger had brushed his forehead as you had smiled once again. "So yes, I definitely want to meet you tomorrow." And then, your lips had audaciously found his, leaving him astounded.

You were already utterly in love. And so was he. That night, you spoke with your heart and Ivar believed you. And more importantly, from that night on, he trusted you, allowing himself to be soft and caring when it was just the two of you.

Abandoned to your memories, you sigh lovingly. Gods, this man is your everything and you love being the one with whom he's his true self. You know him like no one else does. And you see him for who he is. Not a king, not a cripple. Just a man; your man. Often stubborn, sometimes hot-tempered but always and unwaveringly loving.

Since you are with child, Ivar takes even greater care of you, his unexpected yet unfailing patience both surprizing and delighting you. Whether you're screaming, crying or sulking, he's always there, smiling, cheering you up, whatever the time of day or night. And no matter what you ask, he's always trying to meet all your needs, making a point of doing everything on his own.

Every night, since your first cravings many months ago, he brings you something to eat.

Every day, he massages your tense shoulders and your aching back, and then rubs your swollen legs.

At all times, he wordlessly endures your mood swings and tantrums.

Every morning, he helps you get dressed before braiding your hair while whispering words of love for only you to hear.

And every day, you feel guilty.

Since you're pregnant, you're not yourself. Most of the time you can't help it, but sometimes you realize what you're doing and blame yourself for treating your husband so poorly.

"Min elskede!" His voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

Pushing a heavy wooden tray in front of him, Ivar carefully crawls his way back. From where you are, you can see on the tray two bowls and one plate, all full of delicacies.

When he's close enough, Ivar hands you the tray before pulling himself up on the bed, taking a seat right next to you. Helping you sit up, he places a large cushion behind your back, his knuckles grazing your cheek while his lips briefly find yours.

Looking down, you stare in wonder at what Ivar brought you. Once again, he thought of everything: various dried meats, goat cheese, those blueberries you love so much and those pickled herrings you usually hate but are mad about since you are with child.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you let out an embarrassed laugh. "Ivar, I don't deserve this…" Blinking a few times, you grab his hand. "I don't deserve you."

He shakes his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Min elskede, you made me a man, then a husband." He tenderly puts his free hand on your huge belly. "And soon, I'll become a father. It's more than I could have hoped for. Of course you deserve this. You deserve even more than this." Before you can say anything, Ivar pops a blueberry in your mouth.

Patiently waiting for you to finish eating, Ivar keeps a soothing hand over your shoulders, absentmindedly massaging them while pecking you on the cheek. As soon as you finish, he puts the tray on the nightstand, nodding appreciatively as he sees the cleared plates.

"Min elskede, it's far from dawn, you should try to get back to sleep." You nod getting lost in a yawn and lay down, rolling on your side with effort. Ivar lays down as well, facing you, his right hand brushing your belly.

"I love you, Ivar, I love you so much. You're a wonderful husband and you're going to be an amazing father." Sighing, you close your eyes for an instant. "You'll be a much better father than yours or mine ever was." Your voice is shaky and you can see uncertainty on Ivar's face.

"I'll try, Y/N, I'll try really hard. I can promise that I'll do my best." His breath hitches as he grabs your hand, squeezing it. "But tell me… Tell me again…" He stops, eyes clearly watering. Swallowing, he winces before taking a deep breath. "Tell me… What are we going to do if the baby is… like me?"

That's his greatest fear. You know your husband is terrified. The thought of him passing his condition – his curse, as he says – on to your kid gives him nightmares. Since you have been with child, he's done everything he can not to bother you with it. Yet, the closer it gets, the less he manages to hide his worries.

A hand on his cheek, you give him a reassuring smile. "If the baby is like you, my king, we'll love them just as much. We'll be there for them at every step, and you can teach them everything you had to find out on your own. If the baby is like you, it will be their strength and we'll help them to make the most of it. And I promise you, Ivar, growing up, this child will have everything you didn’t." Eyes bathed in tears, Ivar sniffles as you grasp his hand, firmly putting it back on your belly. "However, because of those vigorous kicks…,” Ivar almost jumps, wide-eyed, as he feels something hitting his hand and you stifle a laugh, "… I strongly believe their legs will be perfectly healthy."

Closing his eyes, Ivar enjoys feeling the blows against his palm, but frowns as you hiss in pain, one of them reaching your ribcage.

Sitting upright and adjusting his legs, he takes the fur off, tossing it to the side before pushing your nightgown up. He gently presses his hand on your belly, his fingers freely running over your skin, before lowering his head. "Min skat, I know you can't wait to see the world, and the truth is, I can't wait to meet you. But for now, please, let your beautiful mother sleep." Whether it's Ivar's voice, or his touch, it works and you can feel your baby calm down. Ivar inhales deeply. "My father once told me that happiness was nothing. He couldn't be more wrong. Your mother made me a happy man, which I thought was impossible. She and I, together, will teach you love and happiness…"

As you struggle to hold back your tears, Ivar peppers light kisses all over your belly. "Go to sleep, baby…" He whispers… "Sleep, min skat."

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FLAMES OF DREAMS SERIES: GODS & MONSTERS PAIRING: Reader x Ivar the Boneless FANDOM: Vikings WORD COUNT: 880

CHAPTER 1 I CHAPTER 2 I CHAPTER 3 I CHAPTER 4 I CHAPTER 5 I CHAPTER 6 I CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10: WHAT THEY WOULDN’T DO

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The night passed in restlessness and long before you knew it, the time of the negotiations was there. Nothing would change, you knew that much, yet the faces of Lagertha and Bjorn betrayed nothing but determination to change the minds of Ivar and Harald; deep down you wondered whether they knew it was a lost cause, yet it was their own stubbornness that forced them to try one last time to resolve the conflict without shedding any drop of blood.

It was a noble idea from their side, yet with Ivar standing next to you you clearly saw him gripping the end of his sword as if he was prepared to use it on the next person who dared to address him. Without thinking much of it, your hand landed on top of his, giving it a light squeeze, an action that felt so wrong and right at the same time. The man didn't react, at least to the eyes of others all around you; you clearly felt him relax under your hand, and it wasn't long before his arm disappeared from his sword.

"It is nice to see you again Ubbe, even if it is under these circumstances." Taking a step forward you spoke to the figure against you, going even as far as to send him a small smile which he returned with a small nod. Lagertha's eyes followed Ubbe before they landed on you, a foreigner queen who deep down she had nothing but respect for. It must have been tough what you had gone through, she wondered. With your head held high you reminded her so much of her younger self, one that was never afraid of anything or anyone.

"Ubbe told me about you, Y/N of Essex. Why is a queen of Essex fighting a war that doesn't concern her?" The famous shield-maiden questioned, her eyes peering into you that spoke of curiosity.

"As my future bride I'd say she has plenty of reason to be by my side." Ivar growled angrily to which Bjorn let out a chuckle which quickly grew into a laugh that never seemed to want to end.

"Future bride? A Christian? Is that what Floki taught you for all these years, to marry a Christian bitch?"

Ivar had barely managed to contain his anger before, but it was now, hearing Bjorn insult you - his bride - that made him draw his sword. He had every intention of attacking his brother if it wasn't for you who stopped him from moving forward.

"Don't, Ivar. Not now." You whispered to him without anyone else managing to hear you. Much to his brothers' surprise, whatever it was that you had said to him made him stop his advance. To them it felt impossible that their ruthless brother could care about anyone but himself; but he did, more than he himself cared to admit.

Hvitserk had been the first one to see it. He easily noticed the longing glances his brother sent your way whenever you were in a conversation with someone else, or the angry glares when you smiled at someone who wasn't him. He had asked Ivar about it once, but gained nothing but a laugh and a denial, one that Hvitserk knew was not true.

Your sister Darelle had become convinced that you too had started to develop some sort of affection towards Ivar. She could not understand why - had it not been him who had taken your crown and made you leave Essex - but no matter how hard she tried, she could not hate you for it. Had she done so she would have been a hypocrite, the worst kind of a hypocrite there was, for she too was starting to feel affection towards a heathen who had threatened to kill her in the past.

"This became my war from the first moment I stepped onto this land."

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During the many years of your life, there had been three times you had felt genuine fear. The first time occured when the king of Essex fell; the second at the death of your mother and the anointment of you as the next queen of Essex. The third and final time took place as Darelle laid in bed with a sweating sickness threatening to take her life. Three times you had felt hopelessness, and now it was time for the fourth.

Lying on the ground with an arrow sticking through your thigh and blood dripping through your fingers as you tried to stop the bleeding marked the fourth time fear overtook you. Strength slipped away from your body with every passing moment, and you knew it was there you would possibly lose your life. You barely managed to keep your eyes open due to all of the pain; before they closed, the last thing you saw was a pack of crows flying, circling in the air as if they were patiently waiting for your passing.

It was Odin, raising the souls of the brave men and women who had lost their lives. They were now on their way to Valhalla, and soon they'd be drinking in the halls of the Gods. But where was your God? Were you not worthy of heaven? Were you not worthy of love and peace?

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➝ World Health Organization (WHO). 🔦

These international criminals and royal and noble crime bloodlines are threatening society with more fake epidemics, weaponized forced vaccinations, wars based on lies, civil war, world war, martial law, and genocides. They are attacking society with secret societies, organized crime, corporate fraud, and electronic weapons. These bloodlines spread plagues and have been doing that for hundreds of years. These families are behind all the major wars including World War I and World War II. When real people stand up to tyrants like them they infiltrate opposition such as the American Revolutionary War which was hijacked by Freemasons. These criminals collectively have trillions of dollars in offshore accounts in Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Luxembourg and they are controlling the Bank for International Settlements. They extort governments and people and make hundreds of billions per year through organized crime. They torment people with electronic weapons. The entire electronic grid has been weaponized with neuro-bio hacking programs.

They finance continual lying in society through the media and entertainment. Their primary tactics are lying, making false accusations against people who expose them, and using phony arrogance to appear like they are in control at all times. The royals and nobles run all the religious organizations, secret societies and covert organizations like the Jesuits, Freemasons, Rosicrucians, Scientologists, Skull and Bones, Kabbalists, Wiccans, Five Percenters, Knights of Columbus, Knights of Malta, Shriners etc. They own the organized crime syndicates including all mafias, drug cartels, street gangs, and biker gangs. They oversee the global organizations like the United Nations, NATO, World Bank, IMF, World Economic Forum, World Health Organization, CERN, Maritime Law, INTERPOL, Conference on Disarmament, Red Cross, Geneva Conventions, etc. These criminals have infiltrated every government agency in the world through pedophilia, child sacrifices, criminal financing, bribery, secret organizations, and mafia tactics. They have designed all governments as corporate entities and chartered subsidiaries of their corporate houses and monarchies. They are mass human traffickers, mass murderers, and war criminals who commit crimes against humanity at all times.

The House of Glucksburg are a powerful royal bloodline that rule over Norway with King Harald V, Denmark with Queen Margarethe II, and also formerly ruled over Greece with King Constantine II of who is a ruthless tyrant. The Greek Glucksburgs are part owners of the Greek Mafia which specialize in infiltrating ports. They have part ownership of the Velentzas Greek mafia in New York. The Glucksburgs own the Pagans motorcycle gang which is involved in contract killings, human trafficking, and trafficking of methamphetamines. The Pagans MC club was founded in Prince George's County, Maryland named after Prince George of Denmark. The Glucksburgs rule Denmark.

The family originates in Germany and the word Gluck means luck or fortune. Many of the Germany and Venetian nobility have some ancestry from Greece and the Byzantine empire. The former Greek nobility dominate over the global shipping industry and work closely with the British Peers and London merchants. The Greek royal family have businesses in London today. The Greek Mafia work closely with La Cosa Nostra and there are many wealthy Greek families in the United States. The Karadja family settled a branch in Germany and the Greek branch are the Kardashians today who have Armenian ancestry. Many Byzantine families were Armenian.

The Kardashians are wealthy and famous today because they descend from Greek-Armenian nobility and work under the Greek House of Glucksburg. The Kardashians are extremely evil sadists that burn children alive as sacrifices. The Bush family were the House of Bussche of Germany and before that they were the Vatatzes family of the Byzantine. Vatatzes or Batatzes means a bramble bush or briar in Greek. Prince Christophe of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg is the head of the House of Oldenburg-Glucksburg and his sons are Prince Friedrich Ferdinand, Prince Constantin, and Prince Leopold. Prince Christophe is the head of GLC Glucksburg Consulting Group. The German Glucksburgs are owners of the Galloping Goose motorcycle gang. The German Glucksburgs have a goose on their coat of arms.

The Vatatzes family ruled in the Empire of Nicaea during the early 13th century. Vatatzes is similar to Vatican just as the Council of Nicaea established modern Christianity under Emperor Constantine. The Glucksburg family also originated from the Byzantine Empire and are likely descendants of the Constantinian dynasty. The head of the Greek royal family today is Constantine II and he was the last reigning monarch of Greece. Prince Nikolaos of Greece and Denmark is one of Constantine II's sons and he is extremely evil. Prince Nikolaos's wife Princess Tatiana went to Jesuit Georgetown and has worked with Diane von Furstenberg. When the royal family were exiled from Greece they stayed in Rome and later moved to London.

Queen Sofia of Spain is from the House of Glucksburg and her husband Juan Carlos of Spain was born in Rome while the Spanish House of Bourbon was in exile. Prince Pavlos of Greece went to the Jesuit University of Georgetown in DC with his cousin King Felipe VI of Spain. Pavlos's son Prince Constantine Alexios of Greece and Denmark currently goes to Jesuit Georgetown. His other son is Prince Achileas-Andreas. The Glucksburg family are a younger branch of the German Oldenburg family which ruled in the town of Glucksburg, Germany. Prince Christoph of Schleswig-Holstein is the current head of the House of Oldenburg and the Duke of Glucksburg. Prince Christoph's son is Prince Friedrich Ferdinand of Schleswig-Holstein. Prince Consort Henrik, Prince Frederik, Princess Mary, Prince Joachim, and Princess Marie are members of the Danish House of Glucksburg.

Moller-Maersk is a shipping company in Copenhagen, Denmark which is involved in international human trafficking. Moller-Maersk is headed up by Soren Skou the CEO. They traffic children to satanic witches and the Cult of Moloch. Ane Maersk Mc-Kinney Uggla is the chairperson for A.P. Moller Foundation which owns and controls Moller-Maersk. The name Uggla means owl. Moloch is accurately depicted as an owl and is the deity most witches worship. Moller like Moloch.

The word Gluck means luck or fortune. The Glucksburg are a very lucky family with large amounts of wealth and power in the world. Members of the Greek royal family have ties with London and carry out private business there like most of the royal families. One way that the Glucksburg family are so lucky or fortunate is because they cause misfortune for others that threaten their power. A Greek word for luck or charm is goiteia. Goetia is a form of sorcery and conjuring. They use witchcraft and covert methods to curse and ruin the lives of others that threaten their system or control.

The Glucksburgs have control over the World Health Organization and use the medical industry for making chemical warfare on society. Count Ingolf of Rosenborg is a member of the Danish Glucksburgs and oversees the World Health Organization. Rosenborg for Rosicrucian which are alchemists. Vaccines and pharmaceuticals is alchemy. They create clean and dirty vaccines. During public education they covertly mark students in their records for persecution. Children who think for themselves often get marked for this persecution which includes dirty vaccines.

The Greek royal family have authority over many of the fraternities and sororities in the world that are Greek based like Phi Sigma Kappa and Alpha Delta Phi. Alpha Kappa Alpha and its governing body the Boule Society is a Greek fraternal order for African Americans and it oversees black supremacists in the United States. They work with Holy Roman nobility which help manage Greek fraternities. Fraternities or brotherhoods are secret societies that use initiations similar to Freemasonry. They use secrecy because they are involved in plots to dominate over aspects of society like business, banking, and politics and they serve powerful families like the House of Glucksburg. Through these secret organizations they pay off or reward members to cause misfortune for those that threaten their system or power. Princess Theodora of Greece and Denmark lives in Los Angeles and works in Hollywood.

Princess Alexia is married to Carlos Morales Quintana who was investigated for bribery in Spain and the Canary Islands. They have some ownership over the Caro Quintero Organization a branch of the Sinaloa Cartel. Robert Warren Miller is the father of Prince Pavlos' wife Princess Marie-Chantal and he is worth about 2 billion. Robert Warren Miller owns Search Investment Group which partly owns Prince Pavlos' company Ortelius Capital Partners. Prince Pavlos and his wicked wife Princess Marie-Chantal are child murderers and they oversee a large international human trafficking operation.

Marie-Chantal Miller oversees the Spanish actress Elsa Pataky and she is married to the child murderer Chris Hemsworth who bathes in children's blood. Princess Marie-Chantal's sister Pia Getty married with the Getty billionaire family in the US and she went to Jesuit Georgetown. The Greek royal family of Glucksburgs work with various shipping companies which are involved in human trafficking. Prince Pavlos of Greece worked for Charles R. Weber Company a ship brokerage firm located in Greenwich, Connecticut. Charles R, Weber has had contracts with Maersk-Moller and it advises merchant marine human trafficking. Princess Alexandra von Furstenberg is the daughter of Robert Warren Miller and her husband's step father Barry Diller created Fox Broadcasting Network. Prince Nikolaos of Greece worked for Fox Broadcasting. The Danish and Norwegian Houses of Glucksburg are covertly managing the World Health Organization (WHO) which uses the Greek Rod of Asclepius of a serpent coiled around a staff. Serpents are venomous.

Queen Margarethe II of Denmark specializes in causing Dementia and Alzheimer's disease as well as using vaccines and pharmaceuticals to cause forgetfulness. Modern medicine is being used as a form of chemical warfare and this is another way they cause misfortune and disease. It was Norwegian delegates that helped to establish the WHO. Gro Harlem Brundtland was Prime Minister of Norway for three terms and also Director General of the WHO. Halfdan Mahler was from Glucksburg controlled Denmark and the three time former Director General for the World Health Organization. Prince Haakon of Norway and Prince Pavlos of Greece are hidden overseers of the WHO.

Count Ingolf of Rosenborg is a high level authority over Rosicrucianism and the World Health Organization. Queen Margarethe of Denmark is a top authority over the World Health Organization. Gro Harlem Brundtland (Norwegian pronunciation: [ˈɡruː ˈhɑːɭɛm ˈbrʉntlɑnː]; born Gro Harlem, 20 April 1939) is a Norwegian politician, who served three terms as Prime Minister of Norway (1981, 1986–89, and 1990–96) and as Director-General of the World Health Organization from 1998 to 2003. She is also known for having chaired the Brundtland Commission which presented the Brundtland Report on sustainable development.

Halfdan Theodor Mahler (21 April 1923 – 14 December 2016) was a Danish physician.[1] He served three terms as director-general of the World Health Organization (WHO) from 1973 to 1988. Prince Haakon Glucksburg of Norway is a top authority over alchemical secret societies and a top authority over the World Health Organization. Prince Haakon is a blatant lunatic and he is a child murderer and pedophile that needs to be painfully executed. The Norwegian royal family are not even Nordic. They are German and before that they were Scythian and Arab which is why Prince Haakon looks like an Arab.

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I’ll Be There To Save You-Halfdan The Black x Reader

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Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi, I really love your work! So... can you do a one shot about Rollo or Halfdan pls? idk where he saves the reader from being raped or something like that. Thanks’

Characters: Halfdan x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Almost rape, violence, fighting, gore (blood), swearing, remorse, insecurity, fluff at the end

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“I am aching from yesterday. You think we could take a day of rest to relish in the the glory, but no, onto the next village.” my friend Astra moaned, massaging her shoulder.

I smiled as I sharpened my sword.“Do I hear you complaining about raiding? I never thought I would see the day.”

“I love raiding as much as the next viking, but aren’t you tired? We seem to be going full force on this one.”

I sat back, checking over my weapon.“Yes, I suppose I am. This is our last stop though before we head home. And it seems that this village is tiny, it won’t take more than an hour to go through.”

“I guess you’re right.” she sighed.“Oh, look who is headed this way.”

Looking up, I followed her eye line, smiling as I spotted Halfdan.“Right on time as usual.”

“Why haven’t you two married yet? You’re both in love, you express that love in front of everyone, may as well take the next step.”

I put my sword away, scoffing before speaking.“Believe me, I ask myself that question almost everyday.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Maybe you’ll be engaged when I see you again.”

I rolled my eyes at her, both of us knew it wouldn’t be true. But she was right, it seemed odd that Halfdan hadn’t asked me. Each of us knew each other’s intentions, this wasn’t a situation where two people needed their beds warmed at night. I had made that extra clear when I started to feel things for him, threatening that if he humiliated me, I would not hesitate to hurt him. He had laughed at that, though I wasn’t offended; he was humoured by it because he had no intention to do that, he confessed his feelings for me too. And it had been surprising how comfortable he had been with publicising it, especially for a man that expressed himself through violence.

“Good morning.” I smiled, welcoming the kiss he slowly placed on my lips.

"Are you ready for another day in paradise?"

I could never tell if he was serious when he spoke like that."You really do see the more positive side to everything, don't you?"

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer into his body."You're the one that fell for me, so it must work."

"Are you ready? Do you have all of your weapons?" I asked, looking over his body.

"Yes, do you?"

I nodded.

"Stay close to me today, OK?"

"I always do. Anyway, this shouldn't be hard today."

"Don't underestimate the enemy. Please, don't get overexcited and run off."

"I promise!" I urged."Come on, we need to go."

People parted as Halfdan and I approached. The raid was being led by his brother, Harald, meaning Halfdan was leading alongside him. I just got to tag along. Everyone was gearing themselves up for the charge, frustrated that we still had to walk for a half hour or so before the bloodshed began. Harald hugged his brother, patting each other on the back before he turned to me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. He always treated me like I was some sort of lady. Harald captured everyone's attention as he stood on top of a bench, raising his arms as a sign for people to silence themselves.

"Unfortunately, it is our last day of raiding, our last day of conquering another part of this land. I want to thank all of you, my brothers and sisters, for helping me in my quest to be king of all of Norway! We have been victorious at every battle, because we are strong! Because we are ruthless! Because we are viking!"

Everyone raised their weapons as they cheered, getting riled up and excited for the final battle. I glanced up at Halfdan, loving the expression on his face. Yes, he looked like a madman, but that was him at his best. He lived for this. Halfdan was born for fighting, the passion he had for it was amazing. I remember when I had been naive enough to think that killing was more important him than I was. He soon proved me wrong, countless times.

"Just think," Halfdan caught my attention as we began our short journey to the edge of the village,"after all of this, after we sail back home, we have all the time in the world to ourselves. In that house, all alone-"

"Don't cloud my mind before a fight. We can celebrate after." I winked.

"I'm just talking about the future."

"The future? Halfdan, what do you mean by that?"

"You just said you had to stay focused. We're almost there."

He was such a tease, in and out of bed. He was right though. I needed to think about what was ahead, even if it was going to be easy. We were quiet as we reached the village, though even from a few miles away, you could hear screams of panic. Harald ordered us to move quicker, almost running. Soon enough we were charging, battle cries ringing out and echoing across the land. I kept up with Halfdan, somehow able to not get mixed up with the rest of the army. There were warriors ahead of us who had broken down the pitiful barrier set up, and we were free to reign terror amongst these people.

Halfdan and I continued running as others started slaughtering and pillaging. We cut down those that tried to attack us with ease, smiling maniacally at each other. We slowed down, catching our breath, about to decide where to raid when a group of men charged towards us. Back to back, we fought against all types of attacks, sowrds and axes swinging down on us. I was concentrating so much on not getting killed, that I didn't realise that Halfdan and I got separated. It was finally one on one, but this man had no special skills; he was a bloke that thought he could easily outdo someone smaller than him, a stupid mistake to make. With one final swoop, I cut his neck open, watching as he fell to his knees, blood spurting out rapidly. Taking a second to catch my breath, I headed back to where I had left Halfdan, when someone pounced onto my back.

Crying out in pain as he landed on top of me, I kept a sturdy grip on my sword, trying to get him off me. However, he had a knife, and sliced the back of my hand, and instinctively I let go as I yelped. He grabbed my right shoulder, harshly rolling me onto my back. The sun was shining down, causing him to become a shadowy figure. He straddled me, but placed one knee on top of my torso, crushing my lungs.

He snarled as he leaned down, adding more pressure. I tried swinging a punch across his face when he was close enough, but he smirked as he easily dodged it by sitting back again.

"Get the fuck off me." I struggled to say, running out of air.

He finally got off me, but grabbed my legs, dragging me behind one of the shacks they called a house. I reached out for my sword, just missing it due to the speed he was walking. I couldn't scream yet, still gasping for air as I wriggled around, hoping it would make it hard for him to hold me. Nothing seemed to work, and it was only now that I started to panic.

"Get off me!" I shouted out."Help! HALFDAN!"

The man was laughing, it was sick and dark laugh. He let my legs drop, and there wasn't even time to crawl away. It was as if he jumped on me, and I felt breathless again. Thrashing my arms did nothing, he was even effected when I slapped him. Again, he flipped me over onto my front, lying on top of me. I cried out as I felt his hand travel down to my trousers, yanking them down before I felt him wriggle around.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I screeched, but it was muffled as he shoved my head into the ground, mud sticking to my face.

I started crying, my heart racing faster than it ever had. I was helpless. I couldn't do anything to help myself. No one was around, and if they were, they would think I was one of the villagers. His hips started moving around, and I just knew it was about to happen. Bracing myself, all I could do was cry, and hope this would be over soon.

I heard a man yell out in frustration, before the thudding of feet approached us, and the man holding me down cried out in pain, and his weight was lifted off of me. My body was shaking from fear, confused as to what had just happened.

"(Y/N)..." I heard Halfdan breathe out.

I couldn't move. No matter how much I wanted to, the urge to leave wasn't responding to my body.

"You're safe now. He's dead, he can't hurt you anymore." he whispered, kneeling down beside me.

I realised my trousers were still down, and so did Halfdan. He slowly reached out to cover me up, to regain some dignity, but I flinched away.

"No." I whimpered.

"(Y/N), please let me help you."

I looked up at him through teary eyes, nodding to let him know I was allowing him to touch me. I had never felt a gentler touch from him as he pulled up my trousers, before helping me sit up. My fingers clutched onto the material of his armour, and I felt more and more tears spilling out of my eyes. Glancing to my right, I saw the dead man, my sons becoming wails at this point. Halfdan hesitantly knelt down next to me, wrapping his arms around me slowly, but I quickly hugged him, too scared that if I let go, the man would get back up and continue.

The screams of the villagers was blanked out in my mind, I could smell the smoke from the fires started, and the horrid stench of blood from the man beside me as well as the blood on our clothes, but none of it really registered in my mind. This had never happened to me, I thought I was strong enough to avoid this sort of thing. That if anyone were to do this, I could easily strike them down.

"Let's get back to the camp. I think it's over." Halfdan quietly said, starting to stand up.

He held his hands out to get me on my feet, however, my hands wouldn't move. I was reluctant to hold them, and my heart broke when I saw Halfdan's face. When my hands finally met with his, I managed to stand, my legs also shook, and it was a long walk back for us.

There were questionable stares from everyone we passed. No one had ever seen me cry, only Halfdan, and that was once. They were all celebrating, showing off the riches hidden in the bland village, as well as boating about how many people they had killed. I couldn't even pretend to be happy. My crying hadn't ceased, it was silent now. I hung my head, almost ashamed of what had happened. Why couldn't I have stopped it from happening? Was I weaker now? Was I too cocky?

"And where are you two off to? You must celebrate with us before you enjoy your evening together!" Harald called out, the people surrounding laughing and holldering at his joke.

"Not now brother." Halfdan snapped.

Halfdan walked us to our tent, setting me down on our bed. My eyes were wide as I continued to whimper, desperate to erase that dirty feeling from my body and mind. Halfdan knelt in front of me, reaching out for my hand again when I retracted from it, clutching my other hand on my chest. I realised what I had done as soon as it happened.

"I'm sorry Halfdan." I shakily breathed out."I didn't mean that. It's just...that man, he touched me and-"

Halfdan gently shushed me."You're safe (Y/N). I would never do anything to harm you. That bastard is gone now, I wish I could have given him a more slow, painful death. But I had to save you."

"I know. Thank you Halfdan."

He sadly smiled.

"I feel so weak. Why couldn't I stop him?"

"He played dirty. He was not a man. And you are the strongest woman on this earth. The God's would not have kept you alive on all these raids if not."

"Why me?"

"I don't know."

Although it wasn't very loving, I reached out to cup Halfdan's cheek in my hand, still nervous about this much contact.

"I'm so sorry for not being there with you. I lost you and looked all over when something told me where you were, like an instinct. I should have been there."

"You saved me Halfdan."

"I know but-"

I shook my head frantically."Let's not talk about it anymore. Would...would you lie down beside me?"

"Of course."

He let me move by myself, letting me get comfy before he cautiously laid beside me. I was on my back, and I could feel his eyes watching me. My hand slid across the bed to meet his, and I felt comfort and warmth as he interlaced our fingers. After taking a few deep breaths, I was confident enough to roll onto my side, seeing Harald already looking at me, and shuffling to be closer to him. There was a small smile on his face as he careful wrapped his arms around me, placing a gentle kiss on my head.

"I love you (Y/N). I will always be there to protect you."

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ivarthebadbitch · 3 years

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alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom: i have to say...that frustrated me a bit 🙄 I mean who is that 🙄

@alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom the short, non-serious answer: my friend, that’s the queen of kattegat!

the long answer: the thing that I, personally, really appreciated about ingrid is that in 6a, she started off as yet another slave woman-as-ragnarsson love interest supporting character, but over the course of 6b (and the second half of 6b especially) she evolved into a character in her own right, with an arc that was actually centered around HER and not a ragnarsson/other male character. there were certainly some unresolved issues with her storyline (harald being the biggest one), but overall? it absolutely worked for me.

I’d also suggest that more than any other character, her rise to power in 6b most closely mirrors ragnar’s rise to power from s1-2. She isn’t born into power like aslaug’s sons (or come into power as a child, in bjorn’s case). She becomes queen through her own cunning, ambition, and ruthlessness. The coup she stages against erik in 6x19 even resembles ragnar’s coup against horik in 2x10! so for all the debates over which son of ragnar is most like ragnar...forget it, the answer is ingrid.

to summarize: long live the queen!

#ingrid

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

STORY SUMMARY~You are a new threat that comes to Kattegat to overthrow Ivar the Boneless along with his brothers. You did not know that you would fall in love with the enemy.

Chapter One: The Three Eggs

Word Count 1,074

Warnings: none

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It is a beautiful day here in Wessex England. The trees are full around your castle, the hills and mountains have slight smog around their curves and edges.

You sit on your curved balcony and bask in the sunshine. Your father comes to join you.

Father "Hello, little one."

"Father! I am not little anymore." You are now the princess of Wessex since your mother's passing.

Father "Oh I know darling. But you will always be my little girl. Even when you marry and have your own children, I will still see you as a baby." You can't help but smile at his comment. You and your father are as close as father and daughter relationships can get. He taught you everything you know from religion to dragons to fighting in the fiercest of all battles.

"Are there any plans for this lovely day?"

Father "Well, your dragon eggs will be given to you today Y/n."

"Oh, how silly of me! I have forgotten." You and your kingdom are the only ones that know of the dragon's existence. Your father used to travel when he was young. He traveled to the deepest of valleys, the darkest of the caves, and across the longest oceans. In one of the cave's, he found eggs. But not just any eggs you see, eggs of beautiful colors. You were not born yet but he has told you many extraordinary stories of those beautiful dragon's. They have since passed from wars and battles that they did not live through. After your mother gave birth to you, he made it his mission to find more dragon eggs. He wanted you to have them, to train them as your own. It has taken twenty long years and now, he has found them and today, he will give them to you.

Father "Are you excited, darling?"

"I am, father. You have always told me stories about these magnificent creatures as a kid, and now I will get to witness them for myself."

Father "That you will, Y/n. When they hatch, they will be yours to keep safe, to train, to feed and to of course raise and love."

"And I will do just that. I promise." He gives you a warm embrace as a reoccurrence.

Father "Well in the meantime, I want to give you this." He hands you a ring that is in the shape of a dragon. He slips it on your right hand ring finger.

"Oh father! It is beautiful, you didn't have to-"

Father "I know, I wanted to. They mean a lot to you and I wanted to make this a special ring for my beautiful daughter." You give him a big hug and kiss his cheek as a thank you.

"I love you."

Father "I love you too, little one. I'll leave you be, I will see you in the gallery when it is time." You nod in agreement and go back to looking at your ring. You twirl it around and take in every little detail. You have no idea how he made our craftsmen make this from steel! All the more reason to keep it safe and with you always.

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King Harald has been trying to take over your kingdom for a little over a year now. Harald has come to Wessex, demanding that he be the king of England. Your father laughed in his face after he made that statement.

Father "You are the king of all Norway..and now you want my kingdom?"

Harald "That is what I said didn't I?" Last year, you had a battle between him and his army, to which your mother did not survive. You mother was a strong shield maiden, one of the strongest in all of Wessex. But they were sadly stronger. King Harald ended up retreating from that battle but you worry that he might return, hence your father's gift to you today. You want to be strong for your father. You are the only child, you are all he has left.

Your thoughts made you feel uneasy. You decide to take a walk to your garden area and sit down by the white roses. You gaze at their beauty and relax a ton.

You come up with the realization: if Harald wants to take your kingdom, why not try to take one of his? He told you that he has an alliance with a kingdom called Kattegat. He has even threatened that he can easily have the people of Kattegat join his side and overthrow your kingdom. You won't give him that chance. You must go to Kattegat as soon as possible. You make your way to the gallery to receive your gift. Afterwards, you will tell your father your plan.

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When you get in, you people are gathered around your father with bright smiles on their faces.

Father "There you are, darling. Are you ready to see them?"

"Oh yes, very." He spins back around and picks up one of the eggs. He hands you the green egg first.

"It..it's so beautiful."

Father "And yet he hasn't even hatched yet."

"Oh I can't wait for them to, father."

Father "I know it well. I was around your age when I first had my dragons."

"Really?"

Father "Mhm. And now I pass this gift onto you, my love." You smile and hug your father. Once that special moment dissolves, your face turns serious.

Father "Y/n, what is it?"

"Father, I have come up with a plan!"

Father "What plan? What are you on about?"

"Harald, father." His face dropped, "Do you remember when he mentioned the kingdom of Kattegat?"

Father "I remember everything that man said that day."

"So why not overthrow one of his biggest allies?!"

Father chuckles, "Well I can see your point there, little one."

"I am being serious, father. Once my three dragons are hatched, we can make our way to Kattegat. Propose a deal, maybe even get them on our side! And if not, we defeat them." He thinks long and hard about your proposal.

Father "I don't know Y/n. The king of Kattegat has a long reputation."

"Reputation of what?"

Father "Of being one of the most deadly, most ruthless of all the vikings in all of Norway. Way deadlier than king Harald."

"But we have one thing that this king does not."

Father "What is that?"

"Dragons."

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vikingsagine · 4 years

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My Loyalty Is Yours (Ivar x Reader)

Hey, this one. I like it but its kinda long. Don’t know how long it is. but yerp. Love my cripple God Ivar the Boneless, kind of miss his ruthless behavior. Miss that psycho tang he had in season 5. Can’t wait for the finale. (Admire my beautiful crazy baby)

Summary : Reader is interrogated by Bjorn to why you were imprisoned instead of fighting for Ivar, the man you dedicated your life to. You are his right hand, his most trusted and most loyal.

Warning: Violence. Mentions of rape. Pretty sad. Death.

“Why are you still here?” Gruff and tough. You were on your knees, hands tied behind your back, body tattered and bruised from torture. Bjorn sat with pride on the dark throne, carved from maple oak wood, where not too long ago you were standing next to. Not sitting, not below but standing beside. Now, a bloody mess grovelling at the hands of another ruler. “Why were you imprisoned and not fighting for my brother?” He leaned forward, light silver-ish eyes boring into yours with such dominant demeanour, it reminded you of a hunter looking down on its prey.

“It’s good to see you too, Bjorn Ironside.” Your voice was dry from the long days of imprisonment. The lack of food and water and rest. Your lips curved upwards smugly and spat the blood that kissed your teeth. Pushing yourself into a comfortable position, you spread your legs forward and slumped against the man standing behind you. A grunt leaving your lips. “I’m surprised to see you but, somewhat...happy.”

“Enough.” You knew Bjorn Ironside, you knew his brothers, Ubba, Hviserk, Singurd and especially Ivar. After the disappearance of Ragnar Lothbrook, when all the boys were teenagers and older, you made an appearance. In fact, it was exactly in the same predicament you’re in now. On your knees, bleeding and at the mercy of the ruler of Kattegat. “Answer me woman or I swear by the Gods that I will not hesitate to kill you right here, right now.” Bjorn was impatient, his fists clenched and teeth seethed waiting for your response. Your excuse.

“It’s simple, I couldn’t do Ivar’s bidding anymore.” When you arrived in Kattegat many years ago, you had a purpose. A clear and meaningful reason for your living. It was to serve and protect Ivar from everything and anything. All your life before Kattegat and the sons of Ragnar, it was about survival and fulfilling the wishes of the Gods. The visions or dreams of a sort that haunted you every night, led you to Kattegat. “I betrayed him.” The words felt venomous like burning water poured down your throat. You could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood.

“Tch and how do you suppose I should believe what you say?” Bjorn scoffed, intrigued by your honest response. It was a private meeting, with only you, the King of Kattegat, Ubba and his wife and Lagertha. They all stared and listened intently.

“Bjorn’s right, (Y/N). We all know of your dedication towards my little brother. What reason is there for you to betray him even though, I recall, your purpose was to serve and protect him.” Ubba finally spoke, his striking blue orbs filled with conflict of pain but also righteousness. It wasn’t easy for him to see the girl he once thought as a little sister and a good friend, covered in different wounds that were dripping with blood and crusting from dirt and rotting flesh. You missed Ubba. His gentle and kind heart. You missed having his friendship, the days of endless drinking and dancing and fighting. “Does your loyalty change?”

“Ubba. My sweet and gentle Ubba.” The memory still seemed fresh yet so far away. The days where you’d share stories and laugh over a cup of ale as he tried to flirt with other women and as you watched longingly at Ivar. They were all turned to ash when your swords met during the fight over Kattegat, working alongside Ivar and King Harald and Hvitserk. “I don’t wish you to believe me. That is your own choice and decision, a right I do not own.” Ubba frowned at your answer, not at all proving a reason to keep you alive. “However, I am still loyal to Ivar. I always will be.” Ubba’s jaw clenched, expecting a different response and the hope behind his warm ocean orbs, crushed.

“I don’t understand. You say you betray Ivar but yet, still loyal to him. That does not make sense.” Torvi spoke up from beside her husband, beautiful blonde hair glowing like pure ember that her murderous and calloused hands betrayed. You knew she was a strong woman and you smiled, happy that Ubba found a great wife and shieldmaiden.

“I did not betray Ivar the way you think I did.” You remember the exchange, vividly. The night you wanted out. The night you refused Ivar’s wishes. The night he broke your heart. Letting out a long sigh, you closed your eyes and reminisced in the painful memory. All of it came back to you like an arrow diving into your heart. The tears, the emotions, the words, the blood, the action and the choice. “Two moons before the attack, Queen Freydis gave birth to the supposed divine son of God Ivar.” Your voice mocked the word God as if talking to the self-proclaimed man himself. Imagining the scowl crossing his face and then the bitter insult he’d snark back. “The boy, you see, was...different. He wasn’t what Ivar expected. He saw him as himself, crippled and ruined. And so, he ordered me to kill him. To kill his own child.” Your eyes locked with Bjorn’s filled with burning tears and suppressed emotions. “And I did. I left him out in the cold, leaving the crying babe to defend for itself. Left it for a pack of foxes that ended up eating him, but even still, the baby was dead beforehand because it was too cold.” Your voice started to shake, recalling the cries, the innocent shrieks of a pleading and freezing child in the middle of the forest on a sharp winter night.

“No, no, you didn’t. Y-you couldn’t have. Ivar forced you to, the (Y/N) I knew wouldn’t have done that. She wouldn’t of-.” Ubba intervened, distraught by the news and took a few steps closer to your hunched figure. His eyes pleading for you to be joking as sick as it was, he hoped you were lying, kidding. But you weren’t.

“You’re wrong.” You snapped, aimed your stern glare towards your best friend. “I did Ubba. It may have been Ivar’s wish, but I could have rejected, I could have chosen otherwise. The girl you were once friends with, is long gone.” It was true, all that time you spent with Ivar had changed you. Slowly but surely twisting that once righteous and somewhat innocent soul into nothing but a slave to a monster. A heartless and dutiful dog. You took another deep breath, swallowing the emotions clogged in your throat and returned your famous stoic and expressionless mask. “But after that night, I could no longer do it anymore. I could no longer be that person and I told him, I was done. I was done with killing innocents and slaughtering the people I grew up with. But oh no, it was not a good enough reason. Ivar screamed and yelled and we were like that for a while.”

“Ivar, I’m done.” You uttered barely above a whisper, standing in front of your supposed God with the cold of the night's air still nipping at your cheeks and fingertips. The merciless man froze in his seat, motioning for his men to quiet and turned away from his wife who was clueless by your doings.

“What did you say?” His tone was gentle and soft but still filled with cruelty and opposing anger. The fire behind his icy blue eyes burned like wildfire. The smile, however fake it may be, was dangerous and deadly. Daring you to speak again. His men soon noticed his change of behaviour and lowered their heads, their flappering mouths came to a pause but their ears burned with curiosity.

“You heard me, I’m done. I cannot do this anymore.”

“Please, leave us.” Ivar spoke calmly, waiting for his men and wife to leave the room. To leave you two alone to discuss the current matter. It was normal. Mundane for you two to argue about things, his battle tactics, his childish behaviour or your reckless demeanour and your hostile behaviour towards everyone. Soon enough, it was just you and him.

“I will be leaving Kattegat at first light tomorrow morning. I wanted to tell you this before going and to inform you that Hvitserk is now the leader of your armies before the attack from Bjorn and King Harald.” You stood, waiting for a reply from Ivar. You did not expect him to huff, lean back into his chair and continue eating his meal.

“You can’t.” He hummed, a smile spreading across his lips.

“And why can’t I?” His immature behaviour pushed your buttons.

“Because I rule over you and you are mine. Bound to me by the fates of the Gods, you say so yourself.” Ivar spoke smugly, happy with himself and thought his reasoning to be perfect and completely reasonable. “Besides, why would you leave? You have everything that you need and could ever want. You have done nothing wrong.” You were left awestruck for a split second. Staring at Ivar like he’d grown two heads.

“Nothing wrong?” Your voice picked up in disbelief, your voice beginning to falter as your heart pounded and your mind sped up. Flashes of obeying his orders coming to mind. All the deaths, all the screams, all the killing on your hands. “Nothing wrong!? Ivar, I just finished killing your son! Your baby! And you think that is everything I want and need?!” You were glad everyone had left and that the walls were made with solid timber and the clash of thunder and rain roared outside. Ivar snapped his head back, not liking the way you raised your tone at him as if you were superior.

“Do not talk to me as if I am lesser than you.” Ivar growled and grabbed his crutch to stand up and limped towards your figure draped in leather and cloth. His eyes widened and glared down at you.

“I am not speaking to you as if you are lesser than me, I am yelling at you because I am angry.” You could feel thick tears burn your placid brown orbs, ready to spill and your throat ready to crack. “I am angry and tired of killing people. That is all I do and see Ivar. Is death. Is blood. All their bodies. People I know, people that have once called me friends, I killed in cold blood. All because of...all because…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, Ivar’s heated gaze trapped on you and breathing in every word you screamed wholeheartedly.

“All because of what, hmm? All because of what? Go on, finish the sentence. All because of me, right?” His voice seethed, his tone dark and heavy as he leaned in closer to your face so you could hear and feel his wrath through his breathing. “Yes, blame me. Blame me like I forced you to do that. I gave you a choice. Everytime, I told you, you didn’t have to do it. But yet, you accepted. So, this...this isn’t just my fault. This is your doing too. You had a choice to make, to walk with clean hands or to kill for me?” Both Ivar’s hands came around your shoulders, squeezing tight and his nails dug into your clothes. “You think I wanted you to kill my son, huh?! You think I wanted that? No, I did not! But I wasn’t going to have him grow up just like I did. A cripple. A laughingstock for everyone. A reason to pity. A harder life to live.” You stared up at him with shocked facials, staring at the pure and passionate emotions he was displaying.

“And that gives you the right? That’s supposed to make me feel better. To make me feel like I’m no longer a monster.” You shoved his hands off of you and stomped your feet on the ground. “Everything I have done, I have done for you. I have protected you, killed hundreds for you, lied for you, been raped for you, been defiled and humiliated...for you.”

“Then why do you stay? I know the Gods do not wish this upon you. So please, do not give me your poor excuse of it being the Gods doing, that I am your fate, your duty, your responsibility. Because I know, there is more to it.” His fists came to your collar and clenched. You could feel your emotions overtake your usual calm and strategic mind, overthrowing all sense out the window and before you know it, you punched him across the face. Striking him down onto the ground with a thud, he growled.

“Because I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.” Tears were now violently falling from your cheeks as you slumped on the floor, glaring at Ivar - the cripple who stole your heart, silently, slowly but completely. He didn’t say a word, his jaw didn’t shut and his eyes didn’t waver. “All my life, I never knew what family was. I didn’t know what it was like to love. And then I find you and of course, I thought these emotions were the feelings the Gods had put on me, what it was like to actually find their duty and responsibility. But then, I fell in love with you. It was no longer the Gods who kept me by your side, it was my heart.”

The fight still pained you to this day. It was one of your greatest regrets but one of your most needed encounters in your life. You had been sitting in silence for a while now, just staring out to nothing until Bjorn Ironside finally spoke. His patience ran thin and wanted answers. There were visible tears falling from your eyes, stinging your prior wounds across your cheeks but not enough for you to care.

“Right.” You coughed, clearing your throat in hopes of ridding the obvious hurtful emotions that were on show for everyone to see. “I told him that I...that I loved him and for a long time he didn’t say anything and I left. However, just as I predicted, he sent his men to kill me and proclaimed that I was a murderer, a traitor and a spy working for your armies.” You let out a dry laugh, the betrayal and the disappointment hurting you. It was silly to think that you would expect Ivar to let you leave. It was naive to think that he’d feel the same, that he loved you enough to let you go. It was stupid enough for you to hope, that the great Ivar the Boneless, would put his paranoia for power and victory to actually let you escape. He was too caught up in the idea that you’d betray him. And in his mind, you wanting to leave was already a betrayal. So, therefore, you did betray him. “And now, here I am, alive to live another day.”

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