#Hvitserks Heathen Feast

[bouncehousedemons]

Lust

Rating: E Pairing: Hvitserk x female character, Ivar x female character (written in second person, regrettable use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, angst, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, brief mention of abortion Word count: 8k (7 chapters)

Summary:  Hvitserk liberates a farmer’s daughter from her quiet life in Northumbria, only to have his younger brother take a keen interest in her.

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[nanahachikyuu]

good morning // modern!hvitserk x reader

Summary: Hvitserk had a hell of a week, but unfortunately not in a good way. He just thanked the gods for gifting him with his own harbour of peace.

Pairing: hvitserk x reader

Type: drabble

Warnings: fluff, light description of smut, a little bit of angst if you squint

Word count: 1.150

Music insp.: Bom dia by Luiz Lins (you guessed it, another Brazilian artist)

A/N:

I should be studying, but I couldn’t get idea of comforting Hvitserk out of my head. It’s not easy to concentrate on criminal law with the image of a sleepy and needy Hvitserk glued to your braincells. Also, I’m obsessed with lazy morning fics. I just hope future me won’t regret this… It’s very short, it doesn't make a lot of sense, but it’s honest work.

I’m debating the idea of turning this AU, as well as the "van gogh’s sunflowers" one, into a series. Would anyone be interested in that?

Gentle reminder that English is not my first language, and this was not proofread.

you came and now I’m a boat heading back to the docks your love is sunlight filling my room with peace tell me what will be for our love we only have one life so why waste time with indecision? why not just live? tell me yes or no, I don't wanna hear maybe for our love good morning love good morning love (bom dia by luiz lins)

“Where you’re going?”, Hvitserk coos, the arm around her waist pulling the young woman closer to his chest.

“I have to clean myself up, baby”, she answers, still trying to disentangle herself from his strong hold.

It was early morning, the sun just barely peaking through the curtains of their shared room. Y/N had woken up in the early morning hours with Hvitserk’s breath on the back of her neck, spreading goose bumps on her whole body. His strong presence and lean body pressed up against Y/N’s made her feel like there was a current of electricity running through her entire body.

They hadn’t exchanged a single word, letting sighs and gasps, touches and grips, kisses and motions speak for themselves. Y/N could still feel his slow, but deep thrusts inside of her, both his arms surrounding her torso, one hand clutching a breast and the other between her thighs, circling her clit. And then, afterwards, they had stayed like that – hot, sweaty, and holding on to each other for what seemed like an eternity.

It was the perfect start to the day; one Y/N would brag about to her single friends as being one of the perks of being in a comitted relationship. The intimacy of making love to her husband on the first hours of the day, grasping to the thin line between unconsciousness and awareness, giving the moment the quality of a hazy dream. That morning, all her senses felt heightened, more sensitive. It had seemed like an eternity since she last had all her husband’s attention focused solely on her, even though it had only been a few days.

Y/N tries to free herself once more, her body still feeling heavy, struggling to dissipate the post-orgasmic fog her brain had lost itself into.  Looking up, she notices the peaceful look on Hvitserk’s face. His eyebrows were not furrowed for what seemed the first time in days, cheeks slightly flushed, and his lips, puffed and red, curved into a small grin, one he was probably not aware of.

Giving up on her task for the moment, Y/N lays down again, head resting on his tattooed shoulder, one arm across his chest, so she could caress his blonde hair. Hvitserk doesn’t waste a second, his larger frame bending to embrace his wife’s body and keep her trapped in, fingers lightly running up and down her back. Y/N notices his breathing deepening and smiles softly to herself. After the week he had with his brothers at work, she was glad he was finally able to relax a little.

The Ragnarssons had been working on the fallouts of Ragnar’s sudden resignation from the family’s company, leaving them to deal with the mess he’d left behind, right in the eye of the hurricane. Hvitserk, along with his brothers, had spent the past days dealing with indignant investors and suppliers, running from one meeting to the next, unable to have a full night of sleep, or even have a complete meal, since his father broke the news during a family brunch, no less.

Y/N was glad she could offer him even a little bit of peace before he had to go out and face all those turbulences once again. That despite all the confusion, she was able present him with a place he could be at peace and forget all the current turmoil he was going through. A place where he was able to let his guard down and his mind rest. She was even more glad that all it took for him to achieve such state of mind was just by holding her close. The second he had gotten home the night before, for the first time in days, and finally held her body close to his, he could feel himself deflating, the voices shouting in his head silenced, and the need to reach for a bottle of strong whiskey gone, such was the power she held over him.

It was hard to say how long they stayed like that. The peace that overcame the room was almost palpable, like a glittery haze calmly spreading throughout the space. It was the sound of Hvitserk’s cellphone ringing that broke the spell they were under, startling them both into full consciousness. Loosening the hold he had on her, he reaches out to his bedside table, where his phone had been charging through the night. When he checks the caller ID and sees the face of his older brother staring back at him, Hvitserk knows his little moment of tranquility was over. It was time to go back to the hellhole their father had so selfishly dug out for them.

By his side, Y/N can’t hear what’s being said, but she can feel her husband tense with every second that goes by. In an attempt to soothe him, she reaches out for him, hand running up and down his naked chest, carefully tracing his tattoo, like she’s done so many times before. It was an action she was so used to repeating, she probably could do it with her eyes closed, relying only on her memory. When the call ends, he takes her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles.

“That was Björn, I need to get back to the company”, he announces, frustrated. It was clear in his voice that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out” Y/N replies. She deeply wished he could stay, even if just for the day. It was possible to acknowledge the hardships he was going through in his demeanor, the peaceful look he had just moments before no longer visible. His shoulders were tense once again, brows furrowed, dark circles under his green eyes. It was like the reality of the outside world had crept into the bedroom the moment his cellphone had rang.

Letting out a sigh, she gets up. If it wasn’t possible to run away from their responsibilities, might as well get it over with soon and, knowing her husband like she did, he wouldn’t move a muscle out of their bed if she was still in it.

As Y/N bends down to pick up her pajama shorts Hvitserk had carelessly thrown on the floor, she feels a hard slap on her bottom, making her yelp in surprise.

“You can’t bend down like that in front of me and expect me to do nothing”, the man states simply, matter-of-factly.

Looking over her shoulder, she notices a devious smirk on his lips, a small one, but the first one in days, that made Y/N want to slap it away or kiss him into oblivion.

She chooses for the ladder, honestly happy that her goofy husband was still in there somewhere. He just needed sometime to sort out his family issues, and, when he was ready, she’d welcome him back with open arms.

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** = denotes explicit and/or implied sexual content, please use discretion

Ubbe / Original Character(s)

Sleepy Mornings **- multi chapter, complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. Winnifred lives the sheltered life of a Christian woman in King Alfred’s court. Not truly understanding the meaning of sexual pleasure her new husband, Ubbe Ragnarsson, is more than willing to show her the path.

Green Ivy **- one-shot, Ubbe has been married to Avaritia for many years but she still struggles with his heathenism and the way it creeps into her daily life and that of their children. A thunderstorm one night sends her running to Ubbe’s bed, the family bed he has been trying to convince her to sleep in. She finds not only Ubbe but their two children fast asleep. Ubbe in his tempestuous ways convinces Avaritia to find safety in his arms. (I may continue/add more fics with Avaritia at a later date)

A Feast for You **- one-shot, The Great Army finds themselves at the deserted villa of King Ecbert and Ubbe, feeling the full fervor of battle, takes his Sami consort, Verdandi, again and again, until she can no longer handle his advances. To distract him she tries to scrounge up enough food to hopefully satiate his beastly desires. (I may continue/add more fics with Verdandi at a later date)

Gatekeeper **- one-shot, Ubbe is forced to punish his Sami consort, Verdandi, after she mistakenly reveals the secret entrance into Kattegat to the enemy. Also known as sex-on-a-throne cause I can.

Northern Lights - one-shot, ficlet

Twice Now - multi chapter/complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. For years Ubbe has been promised to the same Saxon girl from his childhood, Avery. He is reluctantly waiting for the day when he will marry Avery, until then the gods will find their entertainment by placing the wilding Saxon, Kara, before him. She is unlike any he has met before, drawn to her though she does not want his help. She is determined to meet her lover, Ceol, on the coast of England before the year ends. Unwillingly she travels with Ubbe and his brother, Hvitserk, in a journey that may just leave them all a little mad.

Wolf Like Me - multi chapter/on going, Ylva Ragnardottir is used to getting what she wants. As the only daughter of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and the famous Princess Aslaug she wants to marry Haakon, the bastard son of King Harald Finehair but Ubbe, forced into a position that should be their missing father's, will not allow it.

Ylva isn't the only one whose hand is being forced, Eir, daughter of the King of Sweden finds herself betrothed to a man she wishes to never see again, Ubbe Ragnarsson.

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Hvitserk / Original Character(s)

Hours & Hours ** - one-shot, Hvitserk proposes “Naked Sushi Night” at The Valkyrie Gentlemen’s Club, the strip club owned by the Ragnarssons, just so he can see his favorite employee covered in food.

Touch Me ** - one-shot, Ubbe solicits Hvitserk into having sex with his girl, Dusty, so that he can watch, things don’t go as planned when Hvitserk’s new girlfriend, Honey, walks in on the three of them mid-coitous.

A part of my "Broken Clocks" series, in which the sons of Ragnar own a strip club, The Valkyrie Gentlemen's Club, located in England, much to the annoyance of the Christian council, Ecbert, and his son, Aethelwulf.

Misunderstandings ** - one-shot, Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery on the language in the form of a bet.

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Halfdan the Black / Original Character(s)

Marks ** - anon requested/drabble, Halfdan does not share and he is willing to let everyone know.

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[sunshinepanic]

[laketaj24]

Imagine seeing Hvitserk visibly jealous that his brothers are fawning over you.

He’d clench his jaw, glaring in the direction of them. “Do you not have anything better to do?” He scorn at Ubbe as he touched your face. You wouldn’t mind the attention from them, flirting meant nothing to you. Afterall you were going home with Hvitserk every night for forever. “Calm down.” You’d laugh.

So he’d watch from the corner while they enjoyed your company. It wouldn’t take much to see he was still irritated. You’d try to ease his nerves on the walk home, touching his shoulders and bulk arms. But when you got home.... he’d eat you until you crumbled. “You thought it was funny to entertain them...now you’ll entertain me.” You’d Begging for a break once you came but he would then start again.

(IMAGINE THAT MAN CRUSH MONDAY ™)

[lisinfleur]

Mishaps - Prologue: Lights Out

Inspired by:

Author’s notes: The request I received from this anon kinda inspired me to a plot that couldn’t be resumed in a single shot. So, I decided to start a new series for Hvitserk! This way I’ll be able to develop entirely the ideas this sweet anon gave me and instigate you guys for one more fiction of our favorite Vikings at the modern world. This work’s AU will follow the same line of Payback, so if you liked this previous work, maybe you’ll enjoy this one as well! I hope you guys like it and thank you one more time for the inspiration, dear anon!

Warnings: Modern AU, Criminal Vikings AU, Dark!Hvitserk x Reader, mentions of murder, violence, crime, some angst, some action, cursing and more. 18+ ONLY!

Words: 2384

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Your eyes opened, facing the white roof of your small bedroom one more time. The cell phone alarm making a stupid scandal on the other side of your room with one special electronic music you thought it was noisy enough to wake you up from your dreams or nightmares.

You sighed, lifting yourself up from your bed, stretching the muscles and articulations with some snaps before you threw your legs out of your mattress, straight into your slippers. Then? Every day morning's routine: brush your teeth, get dressed, tie your shoes and fifteen minutes in a bus before walking another twenty minutes to reach the central coffee shop where you were used to working in during the whole last year.

"Good morning, Annie!"

You could count on your fingers the days when something of your day was altered since the Witnesses Protection Program dressed you in that identity.

Mary Ann Watson. The most common name they could find to fit you in. Your father was an HQ enthusiast and wanted to name you after Peter Parker's girlfriend, Mary Jane since his last name was Watson. Your mother's mom first name was Ann. They married the two ideas and there you were.

You had to admit the officers from that program were really good to create life stories and the one they created for you was really better than tell everyone your father was a fucking drug dealer that you saw suffocating your mother to death in your house's living room before giving up on searching for "that little piece of shit she gave birth to" when he couldn't find you hidden spot behind the warmer, hoping you would starve to death without her and solve all his problems at once.

Surely a man obsessed for HQ was better.

But you never allowed yourself to forget your true name. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Your mother's last name, your true mother's favorite name.

To think about her was also a part of your daily routine. Remember her fairy tales, her sweet smile, the way she used to caress your hair until you fall asleep in her arms. You missed her and you never stopped thinking that sweet creature deserved a better end than what she had in your father's hands.

You never had the chance to know if or where she was buried or visit her grave. But you liked to think she was looking at you from the sky, as a star, the way she used to say she would be one day.

And in the last days, you were looking at the night sky more often, thinking what would your mother think about your plans for life, about your current life.

About him.

Hvitserk.

You didn't know his last name yet, but you were the only one able to pronounce and write his name at the paper cups of the coffee shop properly and it caught his attention for you.

He was coming more recently, in the last three months, according to him, because he moved to a new apartment for some privacy.

Who wouldn't want some privacy with four other brothers?

Details from him you discovered while he was waiting for his coffee at the balcony, openly flirting with you with that sexy glares and the sweetest smile in the universe.

"Sunshine is already outside, babe. Go there to receive your daily smile" one of your friends joked, smiling; causing you to blush and roll your eyes at her.

They started calling him "Sunshine" because of his smiles. They were so cute and surely would make the entire coffee shop to smile with him like the first sunbeams on the horizon.

But the truth was that you were already starting to get used to your "sunny mornings" since he made to take his breakfast in your store a daily habit in his life.

You adjusted your apron, smiling when you came out from the back of the store, seeing him at the balcony in one of those white t-shirts you thought dressed him so well.

"Good morning, Hvitserk," you said, getting an instant smile from him "Welcome back. What will you want for breakfast today?"

"Did I already told you how much I love my name in your lips?" he flirted, causing you to blush, giggling embarrassed "Good morning, pretty Ann. What will I want for my breakfast today?" he asked back, testing if you already knew his taste, for fun.

You smiled, placing the notes at your notepad and pulling the sheet to deliver it to the kitchen.

But this time, July - your companion for the day at the balcony - decided to make things a little bit better for you, smiling at the sheet you gave her and yelling at the kitchen, loud and clear...

"Ann is asking Sunshine's double mocha latte with extra chocolate sauce and two chocolate muffins!"

"Ann's Sunshine double mocha latte extra sauce two muffins received!" The kitchen answered, causing your face to explode in red and Hvitserk in a delicious laugh.

"Ann's Sunshine?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "I think I need a nickname for you, as well, princess," he winked, causing July to laugh at your disconcerted smile.

What a way to start the day!

"They started calling you this way..." you tried to explain, red as a tomato, but he just smiled again, touching your chin in a quick touch, knowing he couldn't go further than that since you were working.

"It's fine, silly one. I liked to know I'm yours somehow".

Pretty direct, not even trying to deny he was interested.

Shit! How could you avoid smiling at such a sexy man?

Hvitserk had that duality you always found so gorgeous in some men around: sometimes he seemed sweet and childish as a boy. But sometimes, like now, he was sexy as fuck, winking at you with a smile locked in the corner of his lips, causing your heart to warm in the same intensity he could melt some parts of your body that shouldn't be melting under your uniform skirt.

You smiled back at him, listening when the kitchen delivered his order, picking up the tray and bringing it to him with some napkins for the extra sauce that he always took of his mustache after licking his lips to enjoy every single drop of his mocha.

As always, he took the moment to touch your hands at the sides of the tray, caressing it before looking at you.

"Thank you, princess..."

This time, you decided to break the routine, caressing his hand back with your thumb, earning a new smile in his lips. A satisfied one.

"You're welcome, Sunshine," you joked, smiling at him and going back to your work when he started eating, sometimes looking at him, exchanging glares in a sweet way to start your day of work.

At the end of his breakfast, you saw him picking a pen in his pocket, writing something in one of his napkins and rolling it in a ten dollars note - the tip he was always leaving for you every morning, making you think he should be rich as fuck to expend around three hundred dollars in tips for you per month, but it was something you never questioned.

He pinned the note in the cup holder as he was used to doing and smiling at you, waving good-bye to leave to the door that would take him to the back of the store - the same way of every day, but today, a little faster, since his phone was ringing.

You went there, still seeing when he picked up his phone before leaving through the door, picking the note and the napkin to see what he wrote.

In the napkin, his phone number and a smiley face beside a little note.

 "Send me a Whats. See you soon, princess. Your Sunshine."

 "Uhh... Sunshine gave you his number! What are you waiting for?" July joked looking over your shoulder "Send him your number, silly princess," she said, making you smile.

"We can't use our phones at work, July. I'll do it tonight," you answered, causing her to frown.

"Hey, you can't use your phone inside the store, but nothing prevents you to send him a quick message while making me the enormous favor to put the garbage outside. Uh? Go go go, girl! Miss Fortune doesn't bless you twice in a day! Go!" she giggled, pushing you towards the kitchen doors.

You got into the kitchen laughing, picking up the bags of garbage and stopping by your locker to pick up your phone, sending him a sweet message as an answer to the note he left for you, saving his number at your phone with the sweet nickname he accepted so well.

 "Here is my number, Sunshine. Can't wait for tomorrow's dawn. Your princess".

 After placing your phone back into your locker, you started walking out of the dressing room, picking up the garbage bags and taking it outside to the container. Your thoughts flying over the clouds, thinking of what could be starting that morning.

One by one you carried the bags outside, too distracted to notice you weren't alone until the curse in a familiar voice invaded your ears, freezing your body near the back doors of the store.

"Why the fuck do I always have to clean up his fucking mess? I'm not a damn garbage man, Ubbe! I'm the fucking dealer, not a damn clean up team! This was supposed to be Sigurd's work..."

Your heart raced into your chest. It was his brother's names...

It was his voice...

What in the actual fuck was going on?

Your fear and your education were screaming at you to go back into the store. To forget what you heard and just let it go. It was not of your business! You shouldn't be listening to anyone else's calls!

But those words...

You stood at the door, trying not to be noticed as the conversation continued, looking at the direction where his voice was coming from, seeing Hvitserk's back turned at you as he was motioning his hand, talking angrily alone at the alley while his other hand was holding the phone against his ear.

"To hell with these childish fights! This is Sigurd's work, not mine! I'll not sell the stuff, organize the money, make the spots administration and still have to clean up Ivar's stupidity! If he fucking got an officer killed, he can fucking get rid of the damn body and clean up his own damn butt!"

Your blood ran cold at the same instant. Not only because he was clearly talking about a murder, but because July was right after all: Miss Fortune does not bless you twice on the same day.

Hvitserk turned around while talking and his eyes caught your figure at the door, livid, looking straight at him and fucking up any chances you could have to tell him you never listened to that conversation.

"Shit." you heard him cursing.

His eyes looking at you, running shivers down your spine.

"I call you later," he said, before hanging up the phone in his brothers face and start walking towards you "Princess..."

You didn't even wait for him to say anything. Your legs acted before your mind and ran into the store, locking the back doors to prevent him to come in. Your heart beating like a drum when you glued your back against the wall, seeing him standing near the door, looking inside at the little circular window in the center of the wooden door.

He knocked at the door and your heart almost stopped when you heard his voice on the other side. The fear bringing tears to your eyes.

"Princess... Come outside, let me explain..." he started, but not seeing you through the windows, you heard his tone changing. "Fucking shit! Damn Ivar, you fucked up everything! Fuck!" he grunted, seeming to leave the alley.

You could bet he would appear at the store, trying to talk. And at the balcony, you would have no reason to avoid him. There was no other way...

You went inside, picking up your bag, finding July at the hall while walking back to the backdoors.

"Ann? What happened? You're pale!" she asked. "Are you crying? Babe, what's wrong?"

"I'm not feeling ok," you answered, trying to create an excuse "Someone called me with terrible news, I need to go, please tell the manager I'll compensate tomorrow".

"Oh dang, the day was so good," she said, wiping your tears "Go, babe, I'll take care of everything," she said.

And you hurried up through the doors, trying to go away through the back alley before he could reach the front doors of the coffee shop to reach you.

He would do it, right?

Of course…

Of course, you were wrong.

Your steps didn't even turn the corner at the end of the alley and you felt his heavy grip pulling you back, inside of a door in the back of another building you never saw open.

But somehow, he seemed to have the key.

One of his hands surrounded your waist. The other placed a cloth in your face, covering your mouth and your nose, forcing you to breathe the strange and acid smell that invaded your lungs.

You tried to scream and fight his grip.

Tears rolling down your face when your mind went through the worse moment of your life and you remembered your mother struggling against your father's grip just as you were doing now.

But he wasn't screaming names or strangling your neck. Instead, you heard him sizzling in your ear as that stuff you were breathing started to make you numb. Your fight failing as his voice invaded your ears, clearly frustrated.

"Shh... I won't hurt you, princess... I won't hurt you," he said, supporting your body against his when your legs started to be too smooth to keep you standing.

The numbness started darkening your vision and the last thing you remember to see was Hvitserk's disappointed expression, lifting you up to his arms and mumbling at your ear before everything became dark.

"It wasn't what I was planning, princess... I'm so sorry..."

And then...

Silence.

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Hvitserk’s Valkyrie - Chapter 5

Summary: She walked into the great hall that night and all Hvitserk could think was that he needed to know who she was because she would be his. He had seen visions of her in his dreams. The gods had sent her right to him and he wasn’t about to let anyone else have her. But what did the gods want for them?

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Vikings

Tags & Warning: Fluff, OC, I’ve given up on Canon

Words: 4087

Gif from: @whenimaunicorn

Authors Notes: Sorry for the unexpected hiatus! But I’m coming back slowly! 

All the warriors of the Great Heathen Army have gathered around the altar outside, lines of lamps leading to it. Bjorn and Torvi with their children stood on one side while the rest of Ragnar’s sons stood opposite, Margrethe with Ubbe, then Sigurd, Hvitserk stood on the other side of his sister in law. Just behind his shoulder, half hidden by his height, Kára watched Earl Jorgensen make his way up the altar. Glancing over his shoulder, Hvitserk tugged Kára forward, grasping her hand.

“Stand with me.” He whispers. His fingers knit with hers. Everyone is gasping watching a night sun fly over the sky. A blessing from the gods. Their eyes follow it fly by as the chants begin. The sacrifice has been made, Earl Jorgensen will sit in the halls of Valhalla in honour. The warriors move to the hall to feast before their long journey. Kára watches as the crowd of Vikings move, Hvitserk body shifts to follow his brothers back. His grip on her hand is strong, she wants so much to easily follow him. Instead, she loosens her hold.

“What is it?” He turns, trying to tug her forward, you can tell Hvitserk is eager to go eat, the boar had been roasting on the spit and the mouthwatering smell was now wafting towards him, beckoning him to eat.

“I think a visit to the Seer is in order.” She said quietly, she looks away not able to look him in the eye. The nagging feeling in her chest was too much. No matter how much she relished the attention from Hvitserk, she had to be sure.  

“Do you still not believe?” His hands come up quickly to cup her head, hold her in place, forcing Kára to look at him, almost feeling like she could lose herself in his blue-green eyes. “What can I do to prove you this is what is for us?”  

“Wait for me.” She whispers, taking hold of his wrists, she pulls her face out of his hands. Smiling up at him she turns away and pulls his cloak tightly around her, Hvitserk watched the swish of the cloak as she moves toward the Seer’s hut. Kára slips into the Seer’s hut, the old man sat shaking near the cracked window in the moonlight.

“So, you have come.” She places the small pack of seeds at his table before moving to kneel in front of him. His presence is intimidating and terrifying.

“But will you tell what I wish to know,” she asks, “without your riddles?”

“These words are not mine.”

“Then have I made the right decision by coming here?” she desperately implores. “Is it my destiny? To be here, with Hvitserk?” Kára’s youth shines through on her face. If the Seer could see the pain and confusion on her face he might have pitied her.

“The gods have a destiny for everyone, child. You are meant to be together. The choices he’s made so far are distractions from finding you. But his future choices will be what that matters, and yours, they will lead apart, then together. Perhaps. Nothing is certain.” Kára sits still on the floor, attempting to grasp this information. What choices? Should she truly be here? Nothing was keeping her in Hedeby now. The Seer’s palm appears in the line of vision to pull her from her thoughts. Licking it she rises to leave.

Kára looks up to see the night sky has turned green with light, ‘two good omens in one night’ she thought, headed to the hall along the beach she sees Staðr trotting towards her, she takes a knee and open her arms to wait for him, but the hound turns just before he reaches her, heading to the shoreline. Following she sees Hvitserk sitting on the dock, his legs dangling over the edge. His body almost hidden by the barrels and crate stacked along to be loaded tomorrow. Without turning around, he asked:

“Did you find the answers you needed?” His posture is casual, legs swing off the dock, his hands braced on the ledge between his knees leaning him forward at a precarious angle. She sits beside him, pulling her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, she tucks her chin in the cleft between her knees, staring out at the calm water.

“Some.” As she shifts the rest of her cloak behind her.

“Do you need more answers?”

“Yes.” Her head tilts so she can look at him. Her face shines in the moonlight, and only looks like perfection to Hvitserk.

“Ask then.” He shifts to face her leaning back against the post of the dock, one leg still dangling, his other foot coming to rest somewhere behind her, knee bent to prop his arm.

“How do you know this is true, that this is what the gods want?” She watches him with such scrutiny that he wants to look away, he lets out a breath, closing his eyes he leans his head back against the post as well.

“You are so sure.”

“We’ve seen each other in our dreams have we not?” Her eyes narrow at him. “I’ve said so before.” She watches him like a hawk now. “Do you not see your dreams to be true?” his voice sounds of annoyance.

“I do not! When I say I think I have seen you in my dreams, it is because I have heard such stories from Bjorn. He cares greatly for all of you. He would talk endlessly of you all! So I would think of what you all would look!”

“But you do, you can see you want to in your eyes, svass.”

“I want to…” She hesitates to sigh “Our dreams, the idea that we are being pushed together is ...” She hesitates. “Frightening. How do you know it to be true?”

“My mother had the gift,” he replied slowly. “Other times I have dreamt, I have seen come true in front of my eyes.” She says nothing, but her clear eyes are so bright against the night sky, the green lights in the sky reflect in her dark irises. She sighs heavily and closes her eyes in contemplation.

“Do you believe me?” He leans forward coming close to her face. “The gods want us to be together.”

“I believe they want us to be together.” She says softly. She feels the tips of his fingers reach out to brush her hair. “Whatever this spell is between us I cannot deny anymore.” His fingers weave between the strands now.

“But as I understand, we will both make choices. That will lead us away and back to each other.” His hand now comes to cup her neck. “Will you accept with that?” she asks. Too afraid to look him in the eye.

“You will be with me always.” His words startle her, as she finally looks at.

“Our loyalties lie in different camps Hvitserk.” Her hand comes to hold his wrist. “Will you be able to live with my choices that will be different than yours?”

“You’ll stay with me.” His grip is stronger now, hurting, almost bruising. Pulling her toward him. Her body slides closer to him between his legs.

“Listen to me Hvitserk!” She urges, her fingers now dig into the tendon of his wrist, an effort for him to let go. “I want you, more than anything I have ever wanted. But I need you to promise me something,” his grip has been pulling her body closer to his still, her legs push against his leg still dangling over the dock.

“Anything.” He’s pulled her close enough now that she is half leaning on him. The noses barely touching, if they were breathing any harder their chest would touch. She turns to rest her hands on his chest, letting her weight rest there. She looks up, searching his face.

“When these choices must be made you will not stop me from making mine, and I from yours.” Her hands come up now, to cup his neck, her thumb just grazing his cheekbone. Her eyes pleading “Trust that I will come back to you, that the gods will make it so.”

“No.” he growls, his teeth are clenched. “You will stay with me. Always. That is all.”

“Hvitserk. You will not be able to keep me caged.” She tries to pull away. His grip too strong now as he brings his other arm around to keep her against him. “If you try to, we will never be together.” She holds his face in both her hands now “Promise me. Then we will be able to have our life.”

“We can have it now. I’ve seen it!” Hvitserk retorts stubbornly.

“Have you seen all of it?” she snaps, Hvitserk has never seen her angry before. “We do not know what the gods actually want from us do we?” Such anger from her makes his blood boil. Heat comes from her skin, mingling with his. Looking her in the eye

“Fine. You have my word.” He pulls her head to rest against his. “I do not like it, I do not have to, but I promise, as long as you come back me to.”   “The same for you.” The heat between them is heavy. Finally, after what seems for ages, their lips crashing together. Soft was all he could think, she was soft and real under his hands and lips. Running his hand down her side he pulled her closer as if there was more space between them too, to make them feel like they are one. He pushes his lips hard into the kiss, putting any emotions he could not say aloud into the kiss. She returns in kind. Anything she does not understand, the little she does right now. All they know is that it is right. Under the Goddess Freyja’s green night sky.

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The morning of the Great Heathen Army’s departure has arrived. Across the pier she could Bjorn see pacing back and forth in front of his brothers, demanding their trust for their war. They would be leaving soon. As soon as the boats were done. She knelt down to finish packing dried meats in crates on the dock, so she could watch under hood lashes across the way at the brothers. The brother’s rise to move away. A decision has been made, no one looks angry, except for Ivar but then again, he always looks angry. Finishing the crate, she passes it off and heads towards her hut. In the days that Hvitserk and Kára have known each other, it feels as if they have always been in each other’s lives for eons. Making themselves comfortable in either of their spaces.

Pushing into her hut she hurriedly shoves the last of the herbs in colours threaded pouches and wraps her blanket, she ties it her pack. She takes Hvitserk’s cloak from where it lay on her bed wrapping it over her shoulder tight and buckles it in place. She gathers her weapons and pack, locking up her hut she goes to say her farewells to Lagertha. She enters the hall; the Queen of Kattegat is sitting on the dais with Torvi and Astrid.

“Is it time for you to leave already?” She embraces her tight. “May the Gods watch over you on your journey.” Lagertha watches as Kára moves to hug Torvi and Astrid. “For your first raid. A gift for you.” Torvi pulls a shield from behind the throne. Painted blue and red with Lagertha’s crest. Kára runs her hand over it. “May it protect you.”

“My thanks Lagertha. For everything.”

“It is as Bjorn said, you have become the daughter I thought Gyda would have grown to be.” Holding Kára shoulders. “Your mother was always there for me in times of need when we were in Hedeby, your father too. I only hope I can be there for you in their absence.” She takes a small dab of gold paint on her thumb from beside her and pulls it down over Kára’s left eye and a dot under it. Lagertha takes her face in her hands and kisses her forehead.

“You are. I cannot thank you enough for it.” Kára embraces Lagertha tightly. Any fears she might have had melted away.

“And when you return, you will have to tell me what the seer has said about you and Hvitserk.” Blushing Kára ducks her head. Not much goes unnoticed by Lagertha, if anything at all.

“I will. But as I have been told, we can never know what the gods want for us. They want something though. I am still unsure though.” Lagertha smiles knowingly. Kára kneels down to hug Guthram and Erik and then heaves the shield over her shoulder.

“I will see you when I return, with stories of triumph.” Lagertha holds Kara at arm's length a moment longer, a warm motherly smile on her face. Kara heads out, nodding to Bjorn on his way to say his own farewells, he is obviously frustrated with Ivar. Reaching the docks, you see Hvitserk tying sail lines tighter with Floki, spotting her he vaults off the side of the boat immediately. Every time she sees him, it reminds her of a child, she wonders how after all that he has done and been through that he can still act like a carefree boy. He takes her hand leading her on the boat. He’s rambling on about something.

“Kára? Kára.” Hvitserk is shaking her shoulder, she snaps back, looking up at him. He gestures to her pack and shield, handing the shield over he flips it over to look at Lagertha’s crest painted on it, he raises a brow at it but still hooks it on the side of the boat beside his own. She places her pack beside his, he’s been watching her, confused be her expression. “Nervous?” she gave a small nod; his finger follows the gold paint down her cheek. “You have no need to be.” A smile blooms on her face. At that moment Staðr jumps between them, barking for attention.

“He followed me.” Bjorn comes up to them. “Bring him. A wolf will strike fear into the hearts of the Saxons. And will be an excellent scout.” Kára takes a knee as she whispers to the mutt, as Bjorn heads to Floki.

“Baby! Could not stay away, could you?” rubbing his ears, Staðr bumps his head against hers.

“This mutt enjoys getting between us” Hvitserk smirks. Staðr barks in response and jumps up on Hvitserk. Staðr paws sitting on Hvitserk’s broad shoulders easily. His hands come up to scratch the mongrel’s ears and then shoves him down. The rest of the vikings around them eye the wolf nervously. “Let’s be on our way.”

As night falls, Kára sat at the rear of the boat with Floki, her cloak pulled tight around to ward off the cold ocean breeze.

“Hvitserk tells me the Gods have chosen you for him” giggled Floki.

“You would know, Floki, beloved of the gods.” Her eyes follow Hvitserk’s arms as the pull and push the oar steadily. Staðr slept curled up, radiating heat, in front of her. “But I cannot deny there is something the gods want from us. They will test us it seems.”

“As they do, I would say you would feel my wrath should anything happen to the boy, but I am more concerned for you.” She turns back to Floki now, looking at him to continue. “Hvitserk is lovable, he has Ragnar’s heart. But his darkness too.” Her head tilts waiting for Floki to elaborate.

“Bjorn told me many stories of you Floki, you and Ragnar. You loved Ragnar. So, you love them.” She jerks her head to Lothbrok men scattered about the boat.

“I do, but I love Lagertha too and Lagertha loves you. So, I will warn you. He smiles and plays but that is not all he is. Ubbe may look like Ragnar, but Hvitserk, he has Ragnar’s protectiveness. If he cares for you, he will go to the ends of the earth to keep you. I cannot stop the gods for whatever it is you must face. But I do not want you to suffer needlessly.” Floki reaches and barely touches her forehead with his fingertips. “Perhaps you will make him a better Viking.” Hvitserk plops down beside her. Pulling her close under his arm, his natural warmth welcoming.

“Who is a better Viking?” Hvitserk asks. He tugs the other end of his cloak to cover his legs.

“Hopefully you now that you have a woman!” Floki giggles again, kicking Hvitserk’s outstretched legs.

“Since when has he ever been a Viking, to begin with?” Ivar crawls over and props himself up opposite them.

“I have seen more battles than you little brother” Hvitserk gives Ivar the stink eye.

“And what of all the woman you’ve had?” Ivar gaze shifts to Kára now, having his fun at her expense. Everyone knows of Hvitserk’s womanizing. Hvitserk’s body stiffens at Ivar’s comment anyway. Kára’s eyes narrow at Ivar.

“They could try coming near him now, I will cut them down where they stand.” She snarled. Hvitserk is smirking now, watching her be possessive of him warmed him.

“I would believe her, Ivar” says Floki as he turns the steer away from himself “you know better than to antagonize a shield maiden. Leave them both be, you brat.”        

When shores of England came into sight, Kára leans over the shields, she watches with wonder. There are moments when Hvitserk questions how her mind works. She is still a mystery to him, cold as ice one moment, childlike bewilderment next like she is working too hard hide herself. He wants to know everything about her. He cannot yet. He cannot be distracted. First, he and his brother’s will have their revenge. Then he will see about Kára.

The sons of Ragnar gather around the fire with Harald, Halfdan, and Floki as Kára comes back from a scout, Staðr trotting along beside her. Bjorn spots her and motions her over.

“How long?”

“Two days, they’ll reach the field to the northwest of here at the sun's peak. They are a small party. They will not expect our numbers” She rounds the group behind Bjorn to join Hvitserk leaning against the tree, snagging the piece of salted pork from his hand. He gives her a playful stink-eye.

“The field?”

“The road curves to come around on the other side of this wood, where I assume they will come from, in between there is some hill, we would hold the high ground if we make our mark between the hills. Our back covered by the wood.” Bjorn tosses her an apple as she finishes.

“Good, we’ll meet them in battle there. Harald, have your men take the side closer to camp, Floki will take the other. Tomorrow we will have our revenge.” Kára snatches Hvitserk’s cup and downs his drink before he can say anything. Walking away she tosses it over her shoulder back at him. She’s been teasing him for weeks now since they left Kattegat. She rests a hand on Bjorn’s shoulder before heading in search of dinner. Staðr rubbing against Bjorn as he passes by to follow his mistress.

Kára enters the tent later to find Hvitserk face down on the blanket. He insisted that she stay with him. Seeing their things mingled together made her warm inside. She wasn’t sure what she should be doing or saying with him right now. His mother had been killed by the woman who now ruled Kattegat, the woman who had her loyalty. His father left when he was young and now they were avenging his death. All she could do was support Hvitserk, she didn’t know how to do that. While both of them had spent time together, they had yet to actually talk about anything important. Most of their time was spent with others on a boat or here at camp always surrounded his brothers or other Vikings.

“Hvitserk?” she whispers, she cautiously reaches out. His hand snaps out grabbing her and flipping her down, so he can sit astride her, his body pinning her down. His face buried in her neck, inhaling her scent.

“After we blood eagle Aelle, tomorrow,” He murmurs into her shoulder. “I’ll have you.” There is heat to his voice, a grind in his tone the lights a fire in her.

“Yes,” she answers huskily. He trails light kisses up her neck, she hums, stretching her neck giving him more access. He follows her jawline up to lips, pressing hard against hers. Possessively. His tongue teases the seam of her mouth for entry, opening her mouth she sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting, teasing him in return. Their tongues meeting, playing with each other. He pulls away, making Kára whimper for the loss of his lips. Instead, he presses hot kisses down her neck now, his lips linger on her pulse point feeling her heart race. His hands are unbuckling her vest, hands move into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp, tugging the roots hard. His lips have continued lower, using his teeth he pulled her shirt tie open to trace her collarbone with his tongue “Hvitserk” she gasps, her throaty tone exactly what he wants to hear. Her want. To crack her perfect mask that’s been in place too long. Only for him to see. To have her beg for him. His hands sneak under her shirt, warm and large against her midriff. Rough but firm. His fingers grip her hips tight as his hips bear down on her. She can feel his cock pressed against her belly. With a last taste of her nape, he pulls back.

“Tomorrow.” His breathing is laboured. Staring her in the eye, he can barely see the blue irises, just a small ring of them. “I’ll stay with Ubbe tonight.” He heaves himself of her body. Before he can leave she pulls him back.

“Stay.” Her striking eyes begging. “You said you would stay, always.” His face softens, nodding, leaning down he unbuckles his boots, taking his time to regain some rational thought and his breath. Standing straight he finds she’s already divested her armour and breeches. Watching her toss clothes aside, he yanks the shirt over his head. Her now bare legs, stare back at him, she shifts to one side pulling the blankets towards them. Crawling over her he flops down on his back beside her. She pulls the blanket they share under her arms, she tucks her head into her elbow as she turns to face him. Desire still hangs in the air as they settle in. “Why are you so patient with me?” she asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“You could have your way with any woman Hvitserk, everyone knows it. Yet, you have not with me. You take what you want. Always. Like you have no control.” Her hand creeps to trace the ink on his shoulder.

“I do take what I want.” Pulling her leg over his waist “I will have it.” His hand travels up to cup her rear. “I only want you.” Her body is flush against his “and will have you.” He squeezes her arse. “do not doubt that.” He’s nibbling on her neck again. Sighing she relaxes into him. His arms tighten around her. “You test my patience, but I will not have you go to someone else. It will be worth the time waiting. ”

“Are you ready for your revenge?” She changes the subject instead. rolling on his back, Kára rests her head on his chest, letting out a breath she feels the light touch of his lips on her forehead.

“Yes. It will be most satisfying.” Anyone could hear the grin in his voice. They lie in the comfort of each other. The once pregnant silence was not so deafening any more Kára notes.

“I heard stories of him, growing up.” She tilts her head up to see his reaction. He gives nothing away, instead continues to stare at the top of the tent. Her foot rubs his leg, waiting for him to respond. He just clutches her leg tighter. “The way I saw him, he was a good father to his sons, but not to the men he needed to raise.” He snorts.

“He will still be avenged. Leave it be. Sleep now.” He squeezes her close pressing his lips to her head, inhaling her welcome scent.

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When they didn’t like our puppy before but now that Ivar “fucked up” they come running. Come in girls, welcome home. 😂

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Magnolia XVI | Modern!Hvitserk

The day of the funeral has everyone in Sweden. 

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You were in the hotel room, trying to figure out what to wear and, by default, what bra to go with what outfit. You didn't have many 'funeral' clothes but you had one nice black dress that you'd worn to a cousins' wedding a few years ago that was modestly cut and appropriate enough for the occasion. It was just a matter of how comfortable your under garments were going to be based on how your dress fell with certain bras. As you pulled a bralette out you heard Hvitserk's voice over the shower, calling your name. You abandoned getting dressed and headed into the bathroom. Hvitserk had done little in the way of talking the last few days, mostly just staying cooped up in your bedroom and then getting up and going to work like nothing was wrong. You worried about him but you didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready to face.

“You alright?” You asked. Nesbitt was laying on the bathmat, acting as a guard to your boyfriend. Hvitserk had insisted on bringing Nesbitt along to Sweden and Ivar had gotten him registered as a service dog so that you didn't need to bother with caging him.  

The curtain pulled back and Hvitserk’s eyes met yours, his hair hanging down around his shoulders, damp strands framing his face. “Will you wash my hair?” He asked, “I was trying and I got soap in my eyes.”  

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, quickly undressing the rest of the way and climbing in the shower. “You may need to sit on the ledge, you’re a bit taller than me.”  

Hvitserk sat on the back ledge of the tub and you stood between his legs, pushing strands of hair from his face and laying a kiss on his forehead. “Will you use your shampoo?” Hvitserk asked.  

You nodded, grabbing the bottle off the shelf and uncapping it. Hvitserk closed his eyes as you lathered shampoo into his hair, trying to remember the way the lady at the hair salon does it, like you were giving him a massage at the same time. When you were done you made him stand up and moved him under the spray of the shower, reaching up to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.  

“I think your hair is longer than mine,” You teased, running conditioner through the ends of his hair. He was facing away from you so you couldn’t tell what face he was making but he didn’t reply to your joke.  

When you finished, with a quiet “all done”, he turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back, tilting your head to place a kiss above his ear.  

“Hey, I love you.” You said, keeping your voice quiet.  

Hvitserk’s reply was muffled by your neck but it sounded similar enough to an ‘I love you too’ that you told yourself it was. When the water started to run cold he finally untangled himself from you and climbed out of the shower. You watched him grab a towel from the heating rack and then disappear into the bedroom to get changed. After you dried off and pulled on one of Hvitserk's shirts you headed into the bedroom after him. He was just sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the open closet door and the nice suit hanging there, waiting for him to put on.  

Today was the funeral and while you're mind was on Hvitserk and Ragnar it was also selfishly on the prospect of meeting his family. His mother and his other brothers would be there. It was the first time you were seeing any of them face to face and you were nervous, thinking that their first impression of you was your phone call to them that Ragnar had died. You'd expressed your worries to Ivar just the other day when he'd stopped by your work.

"I only had you call because I knew they wouldn't believe me." Ivar commented, sitting across from you eating. He'd brought in lunch to your bakery and you were sitting a table with him.  

"I know, but I'm just saying," you shrugged, "I doubt they'll be thrilled to see me."

"They'll be fine." Ivar replied, "besides, what's not to like about you?"

"Thanks, I guess." You said.  

Now, while you worried about meeting his family for the first time under the worst circumstances, you also worried about Hvitserk. You took the brush and a hair tie from the dresser and crawled on the bed behind him. He didn't say anything as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Can I brush your hair?" You asked.  

He nodded and tilted his head back slightly so that you could brush through his hair more easily. While you worked out knots at the ends of his hair Nesbitt came out from the bathroom and laid at his feet. The dog had been everywhere Hvitserk was for the past few days, so much so that you were forced to bring his food and water bowls to him so that he could eat. He refused to leave Hvitserk's side for longer than a the couple minutes it took him to do his business outside and then he was right back to watching over your boyfriend. When Hvitserk went to work in the evening Nesbitt would lay at the door with his nose pressed to the doorjam waiting for him to come home.  

"I feel like this is my fault." Hvitserk finally said, once you'd tied his hair up in a bun and kissed his shoulder another time.  

"He was sick H, there was nothing anyone could do." You reasoned.  

"But I knew he was sick, he told me and I acted like he was lying to me. I pushed him out when I should've been spending those last few days with him. You were right, I should've listened to you and talked to him. Instead I had to act like a fucking child and refuse to see him. And now he's gone." Hvitserk said, the unmistakable sound of crying in his voice.  

You pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and then another to his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. This wasn't something you wanted to be right about. You tried to think of something to say but you couldn't put words to how you felt. Terrible for Hvitserk and Ragnar, that neither of them had the time they needed with each other.  

"What time is it?"

"Nearly eight, we should be off soon." You replied.  

Hvitserk stood and your arms fell away to your sides as you watched him stand up and walk to the closet. You dressed quickly, pulling on the black dress you had and a pair of flats, too afraid that you would embarrass yourself and fall if you wore heels.  

The funeral home wasn't far from the hotel the three of you were staying at. As you stepped out of the car, Ivar and Hvitserk in toe, a rather beautiful woman came hurrying outside, throwing her arms around your boyfriend. She looked like she could have been a model and she was tall enough to be one as well.  

"Our mother." Ivar whispered in your ear.  

When she pulled away you could see the resembalance. She held Hvitserk's face in her hands, her eyes a light with tears as she smiled at him. "What a terrible thing to bring us together but I'm so glad you and Ivar could make it." With that she kissed him and then moved to Ivar, embracing him the same way. 

"Yes, mother, we're all sad together." Ivar replied.  

She pulled away, sending Ivar a warning glance before turning to you. "You must be Hvitserk's girlfriend, he's told me all about you."  

You glanced to Hvitserk. "I may've mentioned you back at Christmas."

"May have," Ivar said, rolling his eyes.

"Come, come, we'll go inside. I'll introduce you to my son Ubbe and his wife Margethe."  

"Ubbe and Meg got back together?" Ivar asked, though he'd already known the answer. He was asking more for the benefit of Hvitserk, who looked rather pale at the mention of her.

"They've reconciled their differences. Sif needs a father after all." Aslaug replied and her tone was heavy with judgement.  

"Whether it's the wrong one or not." Hvitserk said under his breath, his grip on your hand tightening.

"Is Sigurd here?"  

"He couldn't make it."  

"As usual." Ivar said.  

Once inside the funeral directior greeted the three of you, guiding you and Aslaug back into the reception area, where so far only immediate family had gathered. Another woman, beautiful also and a little older than Aslaug, stood with a man who looked just as much like Ragnar as the rest of the young men in the room. Ivar was there at your side, commenting on each person as you entered the room.  

"My father's first wife Lagertha, we do not get along."

"Your families?"

"Her and I." He replied. "And her son Bjorn, his wife Torvi. They have children though I do not see the devils."  

"That’s Ubbe then," you looked forward to the young man who had just hugged Hvitserk. Everyone seemed far more attractive then you'd originally anticipated. 

"And Meg, with someone's child."  

The toddler that sat in Margrethe's arms was busying herself with a set of car keys. You couldn't decide who she looked the most like, her mother, her supposed father, Ragnar, or Hvitserk. Your boyfriend claimed the baby was his father's though Ivar had mentioned to you earlier in the week that Meg had told Hvitserk originally that the baby was his and he had told her he wanted no parts of it. Now you supposed, according to Aslaug's comment, she was saying it was her husband who fathered the child in her arms.  

"Hvitserk," her voice was light and airy as she reached one arm out to hug him. Your boyfriend complied, hugging Margrethe for a second before pulling away and stepping back. "Sif," she directed her gaze to the child in her arms, "say hi to uncle Hvitserk."

He looked away at Margrethe's words and Ubbe cut in between them to introduce himself to you. "You must be Hvitserk's girlfriend, I'm Ubbe."

"Nice to meet you, I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." He said, offering a hug that you accepted. "Thank you for calling, I know that couldn't have been easy."

Some one touched your back and you pulled away from Ubbe, turning to find Bjorn there. "You're the one who called?"

"Hvitserk's girlfriend." Aslaug replied, sending a glance Margrethe's way.  

"Thank you for calling," Bjorn said, "And for coming today, it would've meant a lot to my father." He did not hug you but he clapped your shoulder gently before stepping away.  

Not much else was said as guests came through the doors, greeting the family and offering condolences in their loss. Ivar sat, telling you to take a seat with him. He laid his crutches beside him and avoided making eye contact with anyone so that they wouldn't come up to him.  

"Sif is adorable." You commented, watching the little girl smile and giggle as Ubbe held her.  

"That's your take away? You've met the infamous Meg and your reaction is, well her and Hvit had a cute baby together."

"He says it's Ragnar's."  

"And Ubbe pretends it's his, but we all know Sif is Hvit's kid." Ivar replied. "I'm rather familiar with paternal denial, as it is. Ragnar tried to say I wasn't his but everyone knew I was. Hvitserk can say all he wants that Sif is our father's or Ubbe's but the truth is that he's the father."  

You were quiet as you watched Hvitserk greet friends of his father's.  

"I know it's not something you want to hear."

"What makes you think that?" You replied, glaring at Ivar.

"We're here a week. You can't spend the whole time denying the truth. Neither can Hvit."

So whose the dad? 

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[brightlycoloredteacups]

Cuddle

A happy (late) birthday to @alittleblackmagic, one of the people I’ve been fortunate to grow close to through this hellsite. ILYSM. Sorry It’s short, I’m doing this from my phone. 

Parings: Reader/Ubbe/Hvitserk. 

Warnings: None really, nudity, fluff. 

This, by far, had been the best birthday you could’ve ever wanted. It had been a low key party, just a few close friends and family. The boys, you. Nothing over the top. No decorations, no party hats, just movies and popcorn and hot Cheetos with queso.

You lay between the boys, content with how things had gone. They decided to stave off their usual nighttime escapades in favor of simply being with you. Between dozing off and cuddling, the boys would give you sweet kisses, whisper ‘i love you’ and ‘you’re amazing’ and ‘I’m so lucky to have you’ in your ear. You smile with each sentiment. 

When you all give up on trying to stay awake, entirely too comfortable in each other to stave off sleep, you give the boys one last kiss, and thank them silently for one of the best days ever. This, you think before sleep takes you, is exactly what life is supposed to be like. 

[bouncehousedemons]

Recovery

Rating: T Pairing: Hvitserk x Ubbe Warnings: Implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, mental health issues, psychological trauma Word count: 600

Summary: A fix it for poor season 6a Hvitserk in the wake of Thora’s death.

Written for @vikingstrash​ 

Read the full fic here.

[lordavanti]

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Request: Hello ! Can you please do a little something where the reader is forced to marry Hvitserk and at the beginning she's very scared and shy towards him but he shows her kindness and she opens up to him and they are you know like tie power couple and Hvitserk can never keep his hands off her? Well anyway thank you. It doesn't matter if you do it or not. You're amazing. Words: 1590

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Being here in the middle of all of this wasn’t really your dream coming true, nothing was and yet you stood hear, leaned against the stone brick walls of York while Hvitserk was devouring an apple like he would devour you. The way he looked down to Ivar who for the first time actually walked reminded you off how he often looked at you, approvingly. You were forced to marry him, just before the dead of Ragnar Lothbrok, it felt like yesterday, the fear, the uncertainty. Never was quite the same, Ragnar died and he forced you to join him to England, to revenge his fathers dead. You were simply nothing in those moments, a scared girl praying to the gods this would go over quickly. But it didn’t and throughout the extend of events you were forced to change. You needed to be there to clean Hvitserk his wounds, to braid his hair and in a weird way it made you stronger. He gave you a dagger before he learned you to use a sword and not ever he raised his voice to your insecurity. It was because of that that you really started to love him. It was  then that you learned to stand by his side. 

But the battle he fought between two brothers was hard on him. He always looked so joyful, following Ubbe but nodding to Ivar. Things were tensed between Ubbe and Ivar and in a way Hvitserk sat right in the middle. With York about to be attacked by the Saxons you didn’t had much time to talk to him. There was so much that Ivar wanted to be done, spikes, fires for smoke, a whole battle strategy you were stunned of Ivar brought it together. You were tired before the day ends as you walked into the church, noticing Hvitserk leaning against a pillar, in thoughts. You sneaked behind him, pushing your hand through his arm an resting your head on his shoulder. ‘You can hide as much for your brothers but I see your troubled mind from miles away.’ You softly said. Hvitserk looked to his shoulder, into your eyes before he grabbed your hand, turning his body around while his hands sneak around your face. ‘You can see all my trouble.’ He whispered, pressing you against the pillar before kissing you. You smiled, fingers urging in the loops of his armor while opening your lips. ‘Brother, instead of kissing your dear sweet wife you should prepare yourself, the Saxons are coming.’ Ivar mocked, making Hvitserk freeze against your body. You turned your head away and looked to Ivar who walked himself stiff out of the church. ‘That is him preparing Boneless.’ You reacted to his always interrupting words. You heard Ivar chuckle loudly before looking back to Hvitserk. ‘He is right.’ Hvitserk said. ‘No he isn’t. There is a battle to come Hvitserk, you are torn between them both, you can’t be distracted.’ You urged him quietly. Hvitserk closed his eyes, pressing his lips against your temple. ‘Ubbe is right, we should claim the land.’ He muttered. You gazed over his shoulder, letting your head rest on it. ‘But Ivar is right to.’ ‘Yes he is.’ Hvitserk signed. You pulled yourself up, stroking your fingertips over his jaw. ‘You need to go fight some Saxon soldiers, I will be waiting for you.’ You smiled. He cupped your face again, tilting his head slightly. ‘Why aren’t you fighting with me?’ He asked you, placing his lips on your cheek, traveling them over to your lips. ‘And get you more distracted? I will killing Saxons from up high, safe and sound like you love it the best.’ ‘I love it the best when you lay beside me in bed.’ He joked. You chuckled, kissing him tenderly before petting his chest. ‘Let’s go.’ You stated. He signed, rather wanting to keep kissing you that leaving you. You grabbed your arrow and bow and followed him outside to where Ivar and Ubbe would be. From out of that tower you had a clear view. Ivar was looking out of the window, hooded and with that grin on his face you hardly liked. Ubbe was divided about all of this while Hvitserk looked softly aside to you and you smiled when his fingers sneaked around yours, giving you a short squeeze before Ubbe said it was time to go. You watched them leave before you slowly looked back to Ivar who was gazing outside. ‘You better take that helmet up to.’ You stated, grabbing your bow while walking outside to your position under the other archers. You weren’t a good fighter but a better aimer. Aside that you were more safe up here then down there. It was a satisfaction to see the Saxons walk in the traps that Ivar laid out for them. You ran over the walls, shooting arrows in every possible direction until you noticed Hvitserk, he was growling like a wild animal, static jumps as he killed another Saxon on his sword. You never saw him in the heat of a battle once, your inexperience always kept you back. With an arrow in your hand you looked to the power in his hand as he killed another one. They came from everywhere and the grin on his face never died. Looking at this version of Hvitserk made you weak on the inside, wanting to feel that kind of power running through your veins. You took an arrow and aimed for the Saxon approaching him from behind. You shoot on the moment he turned around, seeing how the Saxon dropped down he looked up, meeting your gaze. He gritted his teeth, giving you that heated look that made you smile in proud before he got back to his enemies and you to defending his life from above. Battle made you stronger, but seeing him fight did so much more. You laid your bow down, looking for Hvitserk as you walked through the church. You didn’t had to look long for he grabbed you from behind, pressing his lips against your neck. ‘Hmmm.’ You turned around in his embrace and looked up to his blooded and filthy face. You fingertips rested against his jaws as you studied his face. ‘You fighting was the most glorious thing I ever saw.’ You whispered as his hands wrapped together against your neck. ‘The gods have protected you so well.’ ‘The only one protecting me was your skilled hand Y/n.’ He whispered, pressing his lips eager against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his arms pressed your body closer. You wanted so much more then only a kiss, then only the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. When you were out of breath you opened your eyes and looked up to him. ‘Is my husband wounded?’ You asked him with a tender smile. He looked down over your body, slightly smiling when you started to unbuckle his armor. ‘Maybe.’ He muttered, still looking to your face. You bite your lip, looking to his armor while helping him out of it. He pulled out his shirt and your finger instantly found his smooth skin. You looked down over his chest while walking around him to look at his back to only find nothing. You pressed your lips against his shoulder and smiled. ‘Your work.’ He said, looking over his shoulder to you. You kissed his skin again before handing him his shirt back. ‘Let’s go find your brothers.’ You announced. ‘You look tired.’ He noticed, pulling his shirt back on. You stroke a strand of hair out of your face and shrugged. ‘I’m not so used to this. Before this I was a simple girl.’ ‘Take some sleep.’ He nodded to your sleep place. You shook your head and he titled his head, laying his hand in your neck, stroking your face. ‘I need your strength, I can’t have it when you are exhausted.’ He said with a little concern gleaming in his eyes. You lifted your head up under the slight pressure of his thumb and looked into his eyes. ‘Rest.’ He commanded. ‘Come back to me soon.’ ‘Always.’ He kissed your lips before grabbing his belt with sword and walking away. You looked after him, thinking about sleeping or staying at his side, but he was right. He joined you after some hours. You felt his arm sneak around your waist and you turned around in your sleep, facing him with tiny eyes, resting your head against his chest. He muttered something, pushing his nose in your hair before the both of you fell asleep together. Nothing was so secure then his arm around you, then the warmth he radiated. But how much you loved it, you woke up just a tiny little by Ubbe waking Hvitserk up. But the time you understood and were fully away they were gone. You rolled on your back, looking to the empty space beside you before looking around, meeting Ivar his blue eyes flaring up in the darkness. ‘You better pray for the gods your husband comes back safely.’ He chuckled dark. You slowly looked away from Ivar to the big wooden door, knowing that he followed Ubbe for a peace offer to the Saxons. And Ivar was right, why should he come back, two sons of Ragnar in the heart of a Saxon camp … your heart started to shattered right were you sat, afraid for what could follow on this risk Ubbe was taking.

[cultliter]

Poetry

So if you follow me on instagram you might already know that I’ve been reading a book called adultolescence and it’s inspired me to start writing poetry again would any of you actually like to read it let me know

[sunshinepanic]

I’m sorry but can we please talk about Marco being a complete daddy right here!?!?!

Source: @alexhoeghandersen Instagram stories

[laketaj24]

I had a dream about Hvitserk last night. This is out of character and though it was great... I demand he give that spot back to Ubbe. So somebody come get your boy. I’m blaming you because of the fics. I’m sure there are more that contribute

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