#Ivar x f reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok Hvitserk Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 16 - Chapter 17.

A/N: So I wrote a little blurb about how I was sorry this had taken so long, but tumblr deleted my first draft and I legit don’t give a fuck anymore 🤣 blah blah @kaybee87 this is for you 😘

Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, p in v (wrap it up irl.) alcohol, weddings, addiction mentions, pregnancy mention (not reader), the boys being boys.

Word Count: 7.9k+

Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @istorkyou @smears-and-spots @bulmabhadie @southernbe @ironynoticony @xceafh

Your boots were muffled on the plush carpet as you strode down the corridor. The boys had the biggest suite in the hotel, three bedrooms and a living area as well. Hvitserk had told you all about it and sent you pictures, it looked lovely. They were out last night getting rip-roaringly drunk and you had to mute your phone at one point because Hvitserk was blowing up your notifications and the girls were getting curious.

Pulling out the key card you slipped it quietly into the door, letting the light turn green before carefully stepping inside. It was dimly lit, a lamp on a small table casting a faint glow into the small hallway area before it spread into the room itself. Smiling, you crouched down and gently touched the sleeping form that was resting against the wall. He stirred, his eyes opening and when he saw it was you a wide, sleepy smile split his face.

“Elsku dúllan mín,” he whispered, reaching for your face to pull you to him. Recoiling slightly, your nose scrunched up at the smell of him.

“Jesus, Hvitserk. You smell like a bar!”

“I didn’t want to miss you arriving,” he said with a needy tone that made you smile and lean into him. His lips were so welcoming and you exhaled softly against him. You had been apart for a few days before the wedding and you had missed him.

“Why are you on the floor, Hvitserk?”

“I knew what time you were coming, I moved out here so I could kiss you before anyone saw.” Leaning forward you rewarded him with another, mind bendingly, tender kiss. Your fingertips ghosted over the side of his face and his hand fisted in your top.

“We should stop,” you breathed, keeping your eyes closed because you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Don’t worry. No one will see us,” his gaze dropping to your lips once more before he kissed you harder this time. A tiny moan of desperation leaving you, his arms pulling you off your feet and into him.

“Hvitserk?” A voice called. You don’t even remember getting up. But by the time Ivar had rounded the corner you were standing, hitching the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder while Hvitserk smirked on the floor. Elbows on his raised knees and a thumb swiping along his lips like he could still taste you. Ivar glanced between you both but his expression was impassive, leaning heavily on his cane. You made a note to make sure his meds were in his pocket before you left.

“What are you doing on the floor, huh?”

“Resting,” replied Hvitserk. “Still recovering from last night, brother.”

“You absolutely stink,” you commented and he sniggered lightly.

“I’m going for a shower now,” he jumped up towering over you as he stretched, his back to Ivar he gave you that puppy dog grin as your eyes locked. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Fat chance,” you retorted. Placing your hands on his hips you shimmied past him in the small space, highly aware of how close he was and hoping Ivar wasn’t reading too much into this. “You ready?” You asked the youngest Lothbrok, trying to dispel the breathlessness from your tone.

“More than the rest,” he answered, glaring at his brother who you could just tell was still smirking even as he sauntered back to his room. You followed Ivar into the living area, seeing a mini bar against one wall and Ivar perched on a stool there. You emptied your bag onto the bar surface, scattering bands, combs, hair wax and gel. You concentrated on setting everything up as Ivar watched. His blue eyes were focussed when you dared to glance at him, his head resting in the palm of his hand and hair framing his handsome face. You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension that had collected between you.

“Was last night fun?” He stirred, breaking out of his reverie at the sound of your voice. His piercing gaze slid to you and for a minute you wondered if he knew the secret you bore. You always felt like Ivar could read you, better than even Hvitserk. Especially with the way he noticed even the smallest details about someone.

“It was what you would expect for a night out with my brothers.” You grinned fondly as memories surfaced.

“It’s been a while since I joined you all.” Ivar shrugged and sat up straight as you came round behind him.

“Hvitserk wouldn’t stop talking about you.” You didn’t miss the light hearted, yet probing tone of Ivar’s voice. Your hands didn’t falter though and you raked the comb through his soft strands without missing a beat.

“We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few months,” you finally responded and Ivar scoffed, his fist closed firmly around the handle on his cane.

“Uh huh.” He didn’t say anything else because Ubbe appeared from around the corner. He squinted at you and then threw himself onto a sofa with a groan.

“What time is it?” He rasped, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Struggling, brother?” You tugged on Ivar’s hair in warning and he sighed heavily.

“How are you….functioning?” Ubbe asked Ivar as he hung over the arm of the sofa watching you do his youngest brother's hair.

“I was sensible. And I knew we had to be up early. I didn’t get so drunk I acted like an idiot all night long either.”

“No. You don’t need alcohol for that Ivar,” Sigurd announced his arrival with that comment, making Ivar turn his head and you dropped the braid.

“Stay still!” You hissed, forcing his head back round. “No arguing today. This is Björn’s big day and if I so much as sniff the pair of you taking chunks out of each other, I will personally march you from the wedding myself.” You jabbed the comb in Sigurd’s direction and he held up his hands to show he surrendered. “You too,” you stated, poking Ivar in the shoulder and making him curse softly.

“She’s right,” Ubbe mumbled. “No fighting.”

“Did I hear my litla systir?” You let Björn hug you from behind, wrapping you in one of his famous snuggly bear hugs. He leaned on your shoulder, squeezing you hard round the middle before releasing you.

“Nervous, brother bear?”

“Nah. Should I be?” He asked quickly and you shook your head.

“They were all still asleep when I left this morning but the excitement is popping.” You finished off Ivar’s hair, tying the last braid and resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re done. Sigurd?” Applying some wax to your hands you scrunched his curls before segmenting out some strands at the side and began to braid them close behind his ear. “What am I doing with yours, Björn?”

“Just redoing the braids.”

“What about me?” You glanced up only to feel a flame in your face at the sight of Hvitserk fresh from his shower. He still had droplets of water settling like diamonds on his skin. His tattoo that you had traced with your fingers while he told you about it, rippled as he poured himself some water for the small sink behind the bar. He leaned easily against the counter, the towel slung dangerously low and it was all you could do to keep your eyes trained on Sigurd’s braids.

“Put some fucking clothes on!” Sigurd grabbed a handful of your bands and threw them at Hvitserk.

“Hey! I need those!”

“I’ve got them, sæta.” Peering over the bar you saw Hvitserk give you a wink when he was ducked down and you rolled your eyes, grateful that Sigurd had broken the moment for you. Prodding the blonde Lothbrok in the shoulder, you were satisfied when he flinched and swore.

“Don’t mess with me today, Sigurd.” Finally you finished both sides and stepped back to admire your handy work. “Do you…?”

“No I’m done,” he said as he slipped off the stool.

“I’m next!” Demanded Hvitserk who still hadn’t got dressed. This was going to be a struggle. The others slowly filtered away to get changed and soon you were left alone with him. His hazel eyes looked around as you tilted his head to the side. You jolted slightly when he slipped a hand down your legs, digging his fingertips into your thigh and you inhaled sharply before slapping him with the flat of the comb.

“Ouch, kærasta!”

“Don’t distract me!” You whispered.

“I can’t help myself.” His leg jigged in irritation and he crossed his arms across his chest. “I just want to tell everyone how I feel. How we feel.”

“I know. Soon, ok?” You breathed, combing half of his hair out of the way. “Let Björn and Kat have their day.”

“But then we’re…” he trailed off as Ivar thumped into view.

“Oh wow look at you!” It spilled from you a little too brightly but he did look amazing. Kat had picked out black suits with a deep red waistcoat under the jacket, over a black shirt. Without thinking you stepped around Hvitserk and reached to adjust Ivar’s collar. He tipped his head forward and you slipped your fingers round, smoothing it all down only to be struck by how sad his gaze was when it locked with yours. “You ok?”

“Are you finishing my hair? I want to get ready.” You looked over your shoulder to glower at Hvitserk but he just bit his bottom lip as he watched you and Ivar. His leg was still going and his arms tightened slightly across his chest, bunching up his muscles.

“Shut up, Hvitserk,” Ivar snapped.

“Make me. Brother.”

“Oh children! Do I have to give you two the same threat I gave Ivar and Sigurd? No fucking fighting!” You made a point of glaring at Hvitserk but he avoided your gaze, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Seems someone is the common denominator there,” muttered Hvitserk and you cracked him on the shoulder. The slap sounded worse than it was but he still flinched, you had no doubt Ivar was looking smug behind you.

“Pack it in. Now let me finish your hair and I’ll gush over how handsome you look too, Mr What About Me.” Not much else was said as you swiftly braided Hvitserk’s hair, his arms not shifting from his defensive position.

You gave each brother the same attention you’d given Ivar, except Björn. When you saw him you nearly sobbed, letting him drag you into an all encompassing bear hug before he sent you packing back to the girls.

You took a moment before you left, watching them preening amongst themselves as Ubbe poured some mead for them all. You went to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve got time,” muttered Björn, holding out a glass for you.

“Surely this is a brother thing,” you assumed.

“It’s a family thing,” Ubbe spoke up. Dumping your bag beside the sofa you reluctantly took the glass, Björn wrapping his arm around and pulling you into him.

“Who’d have thought I’d be the first one to get married,” he started and you all scoffed in amusement.

“You’re the only one in a steady enough relationship,” Ivar pointed out. “I’d say it was pretty obvious.” Hvitserk groaned and nudged his brother as you glared at him from under Björn’s embrace.

“To our oldest brother,” Ubbe raised his glass and looked around the group. “May he pave the way for the rest of us.”

“Here, here!” You cheered, knocking your glass into the rest and you all chugged the mead quickly. You gave up after a few gulps knowing there was wine waiting for you. “Don’t spill any!” You cried as they tipped their heads back, Hvitserk gasping in satisfaction when he finished first, a proud smile splitting his face.

“Still the fastest chugger,” he announced.

“That’s what she said,” muttered Sigurd and they all descended into snorts of laughter.

“I’ve got to go! Have fun boys, for the love of the gods don’t drink much more! Don’t mark your suits and be on fucking time!” You stressed urgently.

“Don’t worry astvinur,” Ubbe said as he wrapped an arm around Björn and gestured with the hand still clutching his glass tankard. “After you I’m the most sensible one here.” You smiled, shaking your head and made your way to the door.

“Hey!” You paused, watching Hvitserk approach, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as you looked him over, appreciating his suit. “Checking me out, huh sæta?”

“Maybe,” you admitted quietly.

“I can’t wait to see you in your dress.” As he spoke he leaned against the half shut door, his fingers curling over yours and his hazel eyes dragging up and down your form. He sucked in his bottom lip, such a simple motion had such a devastating effect on you it was all you could do to keep your composure.

“Kiss me,” you whispered boldly. His gaze flared, followed by a swift cocky upturn to his lips before he was snatching the breath from your body.

“I don’t want to stop…” he mumbled against your mouth, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face and you groaned. Coming to your senses, you pushed him away. Gently touching your lips as you adjusted the bag strap on your shoulder.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Not soon enough,” he grumbled good naturedly. The door didn’t close and you knew he was watching you walk away so you sashayed before breaking down in giggles. The door finally closed and you sighed, thinking he’d gone but instead he grabbed your arm and spun you round just as you turned the corner in the corridor. Both hands came up to cradle your face as he gave you a deep, needy kiss which made your head spin. Your lungs ached because you forgot to breathe and the butterflies in your stomach started doing somersaults.

“Go now or I’ll never let you leave,” he groaned. Biting your lip you smiled.

“I’m going.”

“Hvitserk? You out here?” Ubbe shouted into the hallway.

“Shit, yeah I’m coming!” He called, sauntering round the corner and you leaned against the wall, fanning yourself. You had to get a grip but today was going to be so terribly difficult.

You left the main hotel building, walking purposely back towards the Bride’s cottage that you’d left everyone else in. Music was going, Lagertha was pouring wine and she cheered loudly when you entered. Kat was sitting at the dresser having her makeup done, Alex was dancing with Hali, making the boy throw his head back with laughter.

Before you’d even put your bag down, you were almost knocked over by Asa as she wrapped her little arms around you.

“How is frændi Hvitserk?” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and you got down on her level. Ever since they’d been told about Hvitserk and his “illness,” she had made all these scenarios up in her mind and you were the only one who could put her mind at ease.

“I’ve just seen him,” you whispered. “And he told me, he cannot wait to see his very favourite frænka.” You let her digest that information for a moment and she rewarded you with a beaming smile.

“He did?” She gasped. “Will he look at my pretty dress?” She stepped back and did a twirl in the rich red dress that matched the brothers. The layers flared out creating such a beautiful image for the briefest of moments you almost felt broody. She was gorgeous, and one of your favourite people on this planet. When she stopped you straightened her straps, gently brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave her a smile.

“He is going to love your dress. Shall I get in mine?” Without a word she grabbed your hand, barely giving you time to wave at Kat who was beginning to look nervous before you were dragged into the other room.

She chatted to you the whole time, bringing you up to speed on Torvi who you’d just missed; her little legs swinging on the chair while she waited for you to reappear. The dress was perfect, long floaty material that hid all the sins of your body and a matching shade to Asa’s. The sleeves were off the shoulder, leaving straps to hold it up, blooms of lace plunging down, but not indecently. Thankfully Kat had also got you all some white faux fur pashminas to cover your shoulders. Already you knew though, some dancing, some shots and you wouldn't be feeling the cold anymore.

You joined the others, Asa letting go of your hand and running to join Lagertha on the sofa while she watched you all get ready. Kat was standing nervously to the side and you scowled at her.

“Stop chewing!” You scolded softly.

“I know but I’m so nervous!” She breathed. “How did he seem?” You sat in the chair and let the makeup artist start on you.

“Björn is stupidly excited,” you nearly made a joke about them celebrating so hard they might be late; but from the look of her that would be a very ill timed joke. “They’re all so happy for him.”

“No horror stories from last night?”

“Nope. They got drunk, probably danced until Ivar ruined their fun…haven’t you got a dress to put on?” You asked, making her jump up. Luckily Lagertha and Asa distracted Kat and disappeared with her to get changed.

Finally you were all done, standing there with your beautiful flowers, make up and hair done and a sense of anticipation filled the cottage when Lagertha asked if you were all ready to see.

She opened the doors and a collective gasp spilled from you and Alex as Kat stepped into the room.

Her dress was exquisite, the top half made of lined lace, hugging her body and covering her arms in patterns of flowers and leaves. The middle band was a matching shade of red, gems glinting in the light when she moved, the skirt of her dress flowing elegantly round her legs.

“Well?” She squeaked. You were lost for words, tears threatening to ruin all the hard work of the makeup artist so when Hali stepped forward first you let out a little shaky breath.

“I think you look beautiful,” he said earnestly. “Can I walk you down the aisle?” Alex blew out a breath and you knew she was trying not to cry as much as you were.

“Yes, Hali. Of course you can.” You all fussed around the bride, adjusting her veil and laying out the train of her dress before lining up.

They were getting married just behind the cottage to a backdrop of mountains and snow and then the wedding party would move to the marquee to eat and dance. This wedding had been pulled together quickly but it had all slotted into place perfectly and you were bursting with pride that your biggest brother bear was finally getting married.

Björn wasn’t late. All the brothers were stood at the altar, looking impeccable but your gaze softened at the sight of Hvitserk. Imagining this is what it would be like to get married to him. Marriage was not something you’d really put a lot of thought into but now you had that…that someone. This desire was foreign and you weren’t entirely sure what to do with it. Concentrating on the ceremony you hoped your thoughts would clear but your gaze kept wandering to Hvitserk, only to find him returning the focussed look.

The pair of you almost missed the end of the ceremony, the kiss, the cheers. Following the newly married couple into the marquee you were momentarily distracted by Asa as she dragged you round pointing out the decorations and the buffet that was being laid out. Eventually you made it to the bar, immediately asking for a gin and guzzling it harder than you should.

“Thirsty?” You let out a moan into your glass, you didn’t need this right now. Not when he looked for fucking good in that suit.

“Go away Hvitserk,” you whispered, flinching when he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed but he let out a soothing “ssssh,” into your ear.

“Relax, sæta. No one suspects a thing.”

“I just don’t want to ruin their moment.” You whispered. He ordered a drink from over your shoulder, pressing in behind and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep your thoughts to yourself. Hvitserk leaned on the bar beside you, nursing his drink but keeping contact with you even when other people came and spoke to you both. When the rush cleared you two found yourselves alone at the end of the bar, observing everyone enjoying themselves.

“I want you,” he murmured in your ear just as the DJ stepped up to play some music while people ate. Your entire body felt like it was electrified, the hairs on your arms standing on end as his words spawned a desire deep in your belly. You pressed your back into him, each movement just giving him a hint of friction on the growing bulge in his trousers. You smirked at the tiny little breath hitch he gave, his hidden hand grabbing an arse cheek hard enough to make you jump. “Don’t tease me,” he growled.

“Why not? You do it to me all the time.” You casually finished your drink, stepping back a little to bump into him harder and he swore under his breath, fingers grabbing your hip to hold you in place.

“Bathroom. Now.” Protests died in your throat as the pair of you scanned the crowd before quickly diving into the door to your left. He barged you through the doors and thankfully the place was empty. His lips were insistent, his fingers commanding with the way they held your throat. Molten heat pooled between your legs and you wanted nothing more than to have him here, right now.

“We shouldn’t!” You giggled as Hvitserk kissed his way up your throat and the side of your face.

“But the dress,” he groaned. “You in that dress is driving me wild. Do you know how difficult it is for me to keep my expression blank so Ubbe doesn’t figure us out?”

“Just call me litla…”

“Don’t ruin the moment for me!” He huffed, forcing his lips to cover yours and stop you talking. You eased yourself up onto the counter, legs spread so he could wedge himself between them. His hand held your face, a simple motion you had missed these past few days. The kiss tossed back and forth between you, both of you fighting for dominance and a small giggle left you at the idea of doing this in a bathroom at your friend's wedding. “I missed you!” He whispered and you moaned softly as his hand slipped under the folds of floaty material. His breath hitched when he felt your lace underwear and you smirked over his shoulder. He kissed you again, almost cracking your head on the tiles, he was so desperate to taste your lips. “Sæta, I need you…”

“We can’t,” you breathed. But already your hips were lifting off the counter as he slipped your underwear down your thighs. Your arms curled round his neck, holding him close and inhaling everything that made him so ultimately Hvitserk. You heard his belt go, the buckle clanking on the surface as he slipped his trousers down. You planted your foot against the hand dryer on the wall as Hvitserk reached to hook his hand over the top of the mirror behind you. You were both so desperate you knew no foreplay was needed. Spitting on his hand, Hvitserk wiped it quickly on his flushed cock and you wriggled on the counter in anticipation. His other hand hooked around your waist and hauled you to the edge, notching his cock at your entrance and both of you groaned in unison at the sensation.

With a firm thrust he entered you fully, his hazel eyes watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your features. His own face screwing up in concentration, knowing the pair of you could be discovered at any moment. He rocked your body, desperate to reach that point that neither of you could back from. His entire body was tense, his lips trailing over your neck as you leaned back into the support of his arm. He found a steady rhythm, all the while you tried to keep listening out for the door but you were soon drowning in the noise of the gasps and moans that filled the bathroom.

His hands came back to your body, clutching you to him as he throbbed inside you, filling and stretching your cunt at this angle. His mouth was open, his eyes glassy and hooded which told you he was close. His gasps increased, mingled with your own; they echoed loudly against the tiles.

“Hvitserk, I’m gonna…” your voice was breathy and it seemed to spur him on to increase the tempo. Your mouth found his, feeding off his desire, tasting his neediness and it brought you so close to the brink.

“Guð, þú ert svo kynþokkafullur,” he gasped against your cheek just as you cunt clamped around him. Burying your face into him, you hoped he would absorb the loud cries that threatened to echo out of the bathroom. The rippling sensation of your orgasm had him rutting forcefully into you as he found his own release. His fingers tangled almost painfully in your braids, his form trembling against yours as he worked you both through the remaining waves of pleasure that weaved between you.

Catching your breath you let him kiss the soft, tender spot under your ear, his hips flexing into you once more as he cupped your face.

The squeak of the outer door had you shoving him away and he quickly disappeared into a stall to redress, still having time to chuck you a devilish smirk before you grabbed your underwear off the floor just as the door opened and Kat and Alex strode in.

“There you are!” Cried Kat.

“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Alex asked with a rise of her eyebrow.

“I have no idea,” you forced out. “Maybe people were in here before me.” Looking in the mirror you saw you were a mess, lipstick was smeared across your lips and you quickly worked on sorting it out, keeping your legs crossed and hoping you could dive into a stall soon.

“Whatever. I have a crisis!” You dared to glance at the door Hvitserk was hiding behind and quickly tried to figure out how you were going to get them out of here.

“Shall we do this at the bar. With shots?” You suggested but Kat leaned on the counter.

“No alcohol.” Both you and Alex glanced at each other over her hunched form.

“Why?” Alex asked.

“I think I’m pregnant,” whispered Kat. All of you turned at once as Hvitserk burst from the stall, excitement lighting up his face and you died a little inside but thankfully his trousers were done up.

“What the hell Hvitserk?!” You cried trying to act surprised.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” smirked Alex. Kat just gazed at him with wide imploring eyes.

“This is the ladies!” She cried but then waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “You can’t tell him, Hvitserk! Promise me!”

“I won’t say a word,” he grinned before grabbing her in a bear-like hug, his bright eyes slowly wandering to you and you smiled tentatively. “I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He released Kat and to your surprise he slipped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, lingering for just a second longer than he needed to. You coughed slightly hoping the desire in your body wasn’t there for everyone to see. He made a fuss of kissing Kat and then Alex before his gaze turned back to you with all unspoken promises and he disappeared from view.

“Well that needs some explaining. His shirt was untucked,” Alex pointed out but Kat deflected the comment.

“Her and Hvitserk are together all the time, they’re like twins,” she murmured. “He probably freaked when he heard us because this is the girls bathroom.” You nodded but you could see Alex wasn’t buying what Kat was saying, her gaze was unforgiving and you almost buckled under the weight of it.

“So. Have you done a test?” You asked, hoping to put the attention back on Kat.

“That’s what we’re here to do,” announced Alex. You and Kat stared at her as she delved into her bag and pulled out a box.

“You just walk around with them in your bag?” You asked incredulously but all she did was shrug as Kat fell on the box. Gathering her dress she disappeared into a stall.

“So,” started Alex. She pinned you with a knowing look and you shifted uncomfortably. “Hvitserk.”

“Is my best friend,” you stated.

“I’m not accepting that he’s just a friend.”

“He’s had a difficult time and I’ve been helping him through it these last 6 months.” You avoided her gaze, it wasn’t a total lie. You had been helping him through everything and he was doing great. The pair of you were also in a full blown relationship underneath everyone’s nose, wanting to see if it worked before you told anyone else. It quickly became evident that it was working and you both decided to keep it under wraps until after the wedding.

Thankfully her attention was redirected when Kat flushed the toilet. She looked a little pale when she placed the test on top of the box, face down.

“Now we wait.”

Everyone was dancing in the marquee. The music was loud and jaunty, Ubbe grabbed you for a twirl as you walked past, your red dress fluttering around your legs. Laughter and happy conversation drifted on the notes of the song and you found your spirits lifted, a smile permanently on your face. This was everything you had dreamed for Kat and Björn and you were so happy they had finally taken the last step.

You paused, watching Kat and Björn in the middle of the dance floor sharing a private moment in the whirlwind of their day. Most of the guests were up and dancing, except Ivar. You came to a stop beside him, hoping he’d say something. It had been strained between you these past few months but most of your effort has gone into hiding your relationship with Hvitserk.

“Are you having a good time?” You asked, glancing at him and seeing how relaxed he was.

“It is a party and a feast. What isn’t there to like?”

“Are you happy for Björn?” He sipped his drink, rubbing his hand over his mouth when he was finished and pointing at Kat.

“She is the best of his choices.”

“Yes she is,” you agreed with a soft smile. “She has changed him and made him grow up.”

“How is it living with my brother?” Ivar asked with a smirk. “Because out of all of us, he is the messiest.”

“Yes he is,” you said with warm affection. “But his hours are long and it gives me time to pick up after him and work.” Sipping your glass of champagne you watched Hvitserk on the opposite of the dance floor, he was talking to Halfdan. His hands animated as he described something and you smiled to yourself. Sure you had bad days and this whole week had been an ultimate test for him; what with being away from you for a few days and around the most alcohol he’d had in months. But he’d done it. He was doing it. And you felt your heart swell with pride.

“I do think I could have handled it better.” Turning slightly you looked at Ivar who was staring into the pits of his glass. His expression was pensive, sadness shone in the depths of his exquisite blue irises and your throat ran dry all of a sudden.

“Handled, what better?”

“You. Us—this.”

“I don’t….”

“I need to finish.” He didn’t sound angry, but his features were dragged down, his teeth appearing for a second as he desperately tried to express himself. His eyes looked all around until they finally settled on you making your heart stutter for a brief moment. “I knew. Long before you and Hvitserk, I knew. I could see it and still I let myself…want you.” The splinters that had long repaired began to seep, the gentle shift of your heart started the age old ache that you carried around with you, buried deep inside. “I let myself feel and then—well, I tried.”

“So did I, Ivar. But you didn’t let me be yours.” He shrugged, his leg shuffling into better position.

“And then Hvitserk,” he continued. “I saw your face at the hospital and I knew at that moment you’d never be fully mine. Even though I hoped... Even Sigurd tried and didn’t get anywhere.”

“W-what?” Now he smirked, covering the pain in his face at your shock.

“It’s why he created a scene at the lodge. You all forget, I observe everything.”

“But you knew?!”

“Of course I knew,” he replied, scrunching up his nose. Scoffing in disbelief you drained your glass.

“What do we do now?” You asked quietly as the pair of you stood shoulder to shoulder, watching your family and friends with smiles lighting their faces. The happiness that filled this wedding was something you hadn’t felt in such a long time and even now it was tinged with a greyness you couldn’t put a name to.

“You carry on. You are exactly what Hvitserk needed, still needs. You were always his.” You glanced at the youngest Lothbrok, tears welling in your eyes as your mind ran through what could have been.

“Maybe in another life,” you murmured.

“One where I learn to love what’s good for me.” On a whim, you leaned in close and he turned to you in surprise. His eyes softened as your scent wrapped around him and he breathed deeply. Boldly you placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. You felt him lean into you, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, your shed tears resting on his skin.

“I’m sorry, Ivar,” you whispered. He nodded, swallowing against the lump in his throat as his fingers dug into you. One last contact before you were gone for good. Without looking back at him you left. Abandoning your glass on an empty table as the sobs rose up inside you. Maybe if he’d tried harder you’d have stayed. But it was all ifs, buts and maybes.

It was dark in the garden, the light of the braziers only stretched so far and you needed a moment. Tears slid down your face, knowing you still had to talk to Björn and Ubbe. It had been difficult with Ivar, more than you were anticipating. Your old feelings had surfaced, because you had let yourself want him. You had let yourself hope. The love for him was still there but it was edged with pain. You knew why he had pushed you away in the end, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“What are you doing?” Whirling around you held in a scream, your heart leaping in fear but it was only Sigurd.

“What is it with you Lothbroks scaring the shit out of me?” You sniffed, wiping your eyes and hoping he didn’t notice.

“Sorry,” he replied, giving you a toothy grin that said anything but.

“In answer to your question, I was just taking a moment.”

“To cry.”

“No…” he grabbed at your arm and forced you to face him. You went to push him off but he gently swiped a stray tear off your chin.

“I saw you talking to Ivar.”

“He didn’t do this to me.”

“He doesn’t have to do anything to make someone cry,” he stated and you huffed out a laugh. “There, that’s the smile,” he murmured.

“You didn’t come out here to make me smile, Sigurd.”

“Rumbled.” He released you but stayed beside you, resting against a tree, his curly hair cascaded over his shoulders as he glanced back at the wedding. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Me? You barely let me touch your hair.”

“No, not for that. For Hvitserk.”

“Hv-Hvitserk?” You stuttered.

“None of us could have brought him back from the edge like you have. You are special to him.” You rubbed your hands up your bare arms looking away from him as he spoke because you knew your face would give you away. “More than he lets on.”

“I’m just his friend,” you lied quietly and Sigurd laughed in quiet disbelief.

“We all have eyes, krúttið mitt.”

“Not you an’ all,” you muttered. He placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his warm body and you went easily. Slipping your hands under his suit jacket and snuggling close into his body.

“Ivar knows. He knew.” You felt Sigurd tense against you followed by a quick draw of breath as he attempted a nonchalant shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway,” mumbled Sigurd and you nodded.

“I might turn in.” Leaving his embrace you let him catch you round the waist. His mismatched green eyes glinted in the firelight as they searched your features.

“Goodbye, krúttið mitt.” The phrase held more weight than normal and you both knew it.

“Bye, Sigurd.” His fingers trailed over your hip as you moved away. His gaze followed you until you’d disappeared into the crowd.

You were caught up in the swirl of warmth and happiness, joy spilled over and tried to light your soul as you weaved your way across the dance floor. Ubbe clutched your hand, pulling you from the throng and over to the bar with Björn following. He embraced you with one of those bear hugs you adored so much. It was getting harder and harder to keep yourself from falling apart as you stared at the boys who had been your older brothers and protectors for most of your life.

“We wanted to talk to you,” Ubbe started.

“Oh yeah. What have I done now?”

“It’s Hvitserk,” stated Björn and you felt your smile faltering as your gaze drifted between two very different sets of blue eyes.

“Oh?”

“I don’t know what you did ástvinur,” Ubbe leaned on his elbows against the bar, facing the gathering. “But I haven’t seen Hvitserk smile like that in months.”

“He has done amazingly,” you said lightly.

“Bjarnarungi,” Björn whispered a name you hadn’t heard in such a long time and you almost sobbed it all out to them there and then. “Does he make you happy?” As you stared up at Björn, Ubbe leaned in closer.

“Because you make him happy.”

“Guys…we were going to wait until after the wedding before we said anything!” Ubbe let out a noise of satisfaction as Björn slammed his hand firmly onto the wooden surface of the bar.

“I knew it!” He exclaimed loudly. The pair of them reached for you at the same time and you felt the heat of your emotion as it crept down your face. Holding tightly onto their arms you sobbed quietly, wanting to remember this moment forever.

“My turn!” More hands snaked round you and the others shifted to make room for Hvitserk pressed in behind you. His face burying into your neck, the tickle of his breath catching your behind the ear.

“Group hug!” Shouted Sigurd as he barrelled into you all, nearly making the group fall over and you let out a breathless giggle.

“Ivar!” Ubbe shouted and you wondered if he’d join in. Turning in the tight hug you felt Hvitserk move to the side and Ivar appeared. All of you created a circle, linking arms as you all peered inward, something you hadn’t done since you were kids. Wedged between Ivar and Björn with Hvitserk opposite you couldn’t help but get caught up in the feel of you all together. It probably wouldn’t happen again for a long time.

“No matter what happens,” Björn stated quietly. “We are Lothbroks.”

“Except me!” You piped up making Ubbe cough slightly and Sigurd rolled his eyes in a good natured way.

“Right now,” Björn continued. “I need to give my wife her present! Litla systir…” he prised you from the tangle of the others and walked you to the edge of the dance floor. “Find Floki, tell him it’s time.” You nodded, for once completely in the dark about what he was going to do. You found Floki talking with Lagertha who beamed as you approached, embracing you gently and rubbing your arm.

“Litla hrafn.” You went willingly into Floki’s waiting embrace breathing him in deeply before looking up at him.

“Björn said it's time.” He excused himself from Lagertha and still with his arm around you, steered you out of the marquee. “Where are we going?”

“Björn got Kat a…” he giggled, his entire face lighting up at the irony. “A köttur. He got Kat, a cat.” You frowned, seeing he’d brought you to the car park where his van was. Unlocking the camper he ushered you inside.

“Floki, it’s warm in here. Are we going to collect it?” There was no evidence of a cat in the living area of the camper.

“In here,” he gestured to you and opened the door to his bedroom. Clasping your hands together you let out a high pitched squeal, whispering how adorable the kitten was as it padded towards you across Floki’s bed, fluffy tail raised and little mewling cries spewed from it. “I’ve been coming to check on her every hour,” he assured you. “Komið svo litli kettlingur.” He scooped her up and held her close, whispering words of endearment as he carefully put her in the carrier.

“We can’t go with you.” The words fell from you before you’d even really thought about it and Floki looked at you, no judgement in his eyes as he waited for you to finish. “Hvitserk would do it, for me. But I can’t ask that of him.” Floki nodded and pulled you down to sit on the covers, his hands smothering yours lovingly.

“I’m glad you saw it yourself. You are more in tune with him than you even realise. Dóttir…”

“I’m sorry. I did really want to come with you to travel but I don’t think—just not now.” The disappointment was evident on your face but the pain of ripping Hvitserk from people he loved the most was something you couldn’t do. He was doing so well, firmly back to the Hvitserk you’d known all your life, he was working, living… At the time he’d agreed and said it would do him good, because he’d do anything for you. “We’ll visit,” you whispered, squeezing Floki’s fingers.

“I’d like that.” Hitching up a smile you gestured to the kitten purring loudly from the carrier as she rubbed against the side.

“We should get her inside. She’s the second main event after all.” Floki chuckled and nodded in agreement.

The marquee was still heaving with the celebrations but you and Floki headed to the cottage just set amongst some trees. It was where you and others had got ready. Your stuff would have been moved from the cottage and put in your rooms in the main building but you couldn’t resist flirting about and straightening things up. Moving the champagne to beside the bed, spreading out the rose petals a bit more and moving the suitcases so they weren’t in the way. As you drew out the hanger for Kat’s dress the main door opened and they spilled in fresh from the dance floor, all giggles and rosy faces. Kat saw you first and threw her arms around you.

“I’m gonna tell him,” she whispered and you hugged her back tightly. “It feels right.”

“It does,” you breathed back.

“Eiginkonu.” You turned Kat around and pushed her towards Björn. “I have a gift for you.” She nearly screamed, hands over her mouth as she danced on the spot while Floki carefully extracted the kitten.

“Oh my gods, she is gorgeous!!” Kat exclaimed and tears began to well in her eyes as the kitten snuggled in her arms. “Oh Björn!”

“Faðir.” You helped the door open just in time to hear your friend say she had something to tell Björn before you closed it, leaving them to their bliss.

“So the others know about me and Hvitserk.”

“Yes, I know, litla hrafn. I think you and Hvitserk were the last ones to know.”

“That just makes me feel stupid,” you moaned but Floki shook his head.

“You needed the time to come to the realisation yourselves or it never would have worked.” He paused at the entrance, the flashing lights dancing over his form and you felt that telltale sinking feeling in your gut.

“You’re going to leave now.”

“I am, Dóttir.”

“It never gets any easier,” you sniffled. Floki drew you in, rubbing circles on your back as he comforted you, murmuring all the while about how much he loved and missed you but he just couldn’t stay in one place. After a few minutes he turned you round and deposited you in a pair of arms you knew so well. Burying yourself into his chest as the emotions took over. You felt happy because today had been amazing but at the same time you felt sad and confused about changing your plans last minute.

Hvitserk spoke to Floki as he held you, his voice rumbling through his chest but you didn’t want to listen to what was being said, only noticing the way Floki’s touch left your shoulder and you knew he’d gone. You were barely aware of being led inside the main building, Hvitserk guiding you into the quiet of a dark room and making you lay down with him.

He cradled you close, letting you wring yourself dry until drowsiness took over. He brushed the hair out of your now peaceful face. He knew what pressure you’d been under with work, looking after him and helping him slowly get back into work. He owed you everything, his entire life if he was honest. He couldn’t imagine never seeing your face again or hearing your voice, experiencing your touch and all of that kept him here. It tethered him, grounded him to keep fighting and never give into those urges again.

As he rocked you gently he fished around in his pocket and drew out a small box. Flicking the lid open he held it up to the lamp light, admiring the way the light fractured on the facets of the diamond he had purchased for you. Ravens of white gold held the gem, wings spread to join onto the band that would one day sit on your finger. He wanted nothing more than to give it to you but it never felt right. Snapping the box closed he buried it once more in his pocket, snuggling down with you and telling himself the time would come soon.

[katia-tyrsdottir]

Valentine's Week

Note: Prompt is "first date" for @vikingsevents. Thank you for making this possible. I had an idea to write after a long time! Please be nice, I have used google translate for writing.

Pairing: Ivar x F!reader

Summary: You need a date for your brothers wedding and Ivar answers to your ad.

Wordcount: 739

You have tried making friends with MeetUp but failed. Your brothers wedding was soon and you had not a plus one found.Just when you were about to give up and close your ad, you received a message. You set a time when he should be at church before the ceremony. Contrary to your expectations, this man who introduced himself as Ivar was not unattractive.You chose a pale blue dress and he said he would wear the same tie to match. Most of the guests were already inside the church when an unfamiliar car parked nearby. You almost tripped in your haste to see if this could be your date.

The passenger side window rolled down, revealing the bluest eyes you've ever seen. “Excuse me, are you Ivar?”, you ask, pushing your hair back from your face to get a better look at him.The driver of the car got out and walked around the car to the trunk. He then pulled something out before walking to the passenger side. "I'm Y/N!", you continued. The passenger door opened and you realized that your date might not be able to dance with you. You think he should have told you ahead of time that he needed a wheelchair, but kept that to yourself.

"Yes I'm Ivar.", he said and stood. You were confused and looked between the wheelchair and Ivar. "I don't need it always.", Ivar explained. He carefully sat down in the wheelchair and thanked the other person. When you asked who it was, Ivar replied that it was his older brother Ubbe. Ubbe drove away.Ivar is actually wearing a pale blue tie that matches your dress perfectly.

"Every one is in the church.", you say and offer to push him. He refuses. The church is silent inside when you come in. Your brother at the altar nods at you, and you walk forward. The ceremony is beautiful and you shed tears as your sister-in-law walked down the aisle.

“Do you want to marry some day?” you ask quietly and look at Ivar. His frown is sufficient response. It looks like he didn't want to go to the wedding. “Why did you answer to my ad?” you ask now Ivar looks like he'll think about it for a while. You’re undecided to ask another question.

“My brother Ubbe set this up.”, Ivar answered you. He looks like he wants to cross his arms to hide shame. You lay a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. You did not expect the muscles underneath his suit. “He said I need to be out more.” Your quiet conversation ends before the Newlyweds say yes.

You feel like you've known Ivar all your life. The thought that I won't see you again makes you sad. And so you decide to show your best side in the hope that he wants to see you again.

When you arrive at the banquet hall, find a quiet corner. Your brother won't be too angry with you for sitting so far away. He knows you have not been lucky with men. “Is it only you and your brother?” you ask and look at Ivar with interest. 

“I have more brothers and a sister.”, Ivar said. “You don’t have to make me feel like you care.”, He said. “I’m a cripple. Noone wants me.”, He said with bad disguised anger. You see his fists tighten on his lap and you lay your hand over his to comfort him. 

“But I care about you.”, you say to him. “I do not know you a lot but I like you.”, you say and smile at Ivar. His blue eyes capture your attention and you don’t hear his next words. “I'd like to get to know you better if you'll let me.” you say instead. Ivar raises one eyebrow. 

His skepticism apparent he nodded. “We can try.”, Ivar said, his mouth forming a small smile. “Do you want to dance?” He asks out of the blue. You nod at him and he says he only needs his cane for security. You think that maybe Ivar wants this to be your first date too when he softly touches you. 

You and Ivar talk a lot until late at night. You both take breaks between dances and when it is almost time to go home, he hesitantly kisses you as he softly sways you in his arms. You feel as if you are living a dream. “I think I am falling for you, Y/N.”

[axelsagewrites]

Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

Masterlist here

As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

 You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

-

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

-

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

-

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

-

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?”  Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

-

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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HEARTS OF STEEL, LOVE OF SILK

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric x Reader Settings: Season 5, episode 1 Summary: While you and your children enjoy a peaceful, domestic life in Rumcofa, Sihtric comes up with a pleasant surprise for you. Word Count: 3,9 K Warnings: Fluff, domestic fluff, smut, bad smut, very very bad smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, Daddy Sihtric is a warning itself. A/N: This fic was totally unplanned at first. It came out after a month and half of writing's block. I have planned no outline, no general guidelines, so sorry if you see a messy writing and some rushed parts. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologise if you'll find some horrors inside. This is a birthday present for my beloved @foxyanon . Hope you like it. If you're not, as I told you, you're free to cancel me. A special thanks to @zaldritzosrose , @legitalicat and @sylasthegrim for being a continuous inspiration and helping me with the fic, especially for the last part.

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Winter came to Rumcofa in the blink of an eye, even faster than you could have imagined, unlike the village you once called home. However, you would be lying if you said that the cold season brought nothing but atmospheric surroundings. The white, soft snow covered part of the village streets all the way to the wooden dock, the frost clinging to the planks like delicate lace. The trees had been stripped of their leaves, but their bare branches were adorned with pure white, along with some water plants sprouting along the sides of the dock. The harsh temperatures didn't stop the merchants from coming and going as they reached the village by boat, some even staying the night and enjoying the evening bustle of the alehouse, warming their bodies with a hot meal and ale.

You didn't mind walking the streets at this time of year, the hustle and bustle of the village warming the air with a pleasant buzz. But there were days like this when you simply basked in the warmth of your home, a modest but cosy hut that provided a safe nest from the biting cold outside.

Signe, your daughter, was content to sit on your lap, her legs swinging happily and her eyelids half closed as you ran the palm of your hand through her silky hair, your bone comb gently untangling a few pesky knots. A soft hum escaped your lips, a soothing melody accompanied by the crackle of the fire, as your eyes wandered to your two youngest twins, Kare and Kore, playing peacefully on the warm fur on the floor, with a few wooden toys scattered about.

A buzz of voices outside caught your attention, a deep male voice followed by two shrill ones. And as the door of your hut swung open, you recognised the voices of your husband, Sihtric, followed by your first and third sons, Hindr and Ivar, the latter hoisted onto his father's broad shoulder. You saw the twins raise their heads, run to their father and cling to his shirt, tugging at it as Sihtric's free hand roamed over their small heads, playfully ruffling their hair with a wide grin on his face.

Years had passed, and Sihtric had become one of Uhtred's most trusted allies and friends, and a formidable warrior, earning him the nickname, along with Finan and Osferth, of "Uhtred's Pretty Boys". Yet despite his newfound confidence, you could see in his gaze the same shy warrior you had met many years ago in Coccham, on one of your usual stops on your lonely journeys. You were a warrior not bound to any lord, and Sihtric had been sworn under Uhtred's protection some years ago.

You could remember all the stolen glances you shared that night in the alehouse, and how he looked away quickly when he met your eyes, the flush in his cheeks visible in the dim light. It took some time for you to get to know him better, and at first you thought the Dane didn't enjoy your company, for he fled at the first opportunity.

But Sihtric loved you, of course he did. A love so fierce and sincere that it would move even the hardest of the gods. And because he loved you so much, he feared to disappoint you: he was born a bastard, with nothing to give you in return but his skill with the sword. It was not until you joined Uhtred's warriors a few months later that you got to know each other well, and the spark of love exploded like a fire in the middle of the forest. After a short courtship, Sihtric asked his lord for permission to marry you, and he eagerly agreed.

The gods blessed your union with the arrival of your first child, a boy you both named Hindr. Three years later, your union was blessed again with the arrival of Signe, who Sihtric affectionately called "my little princess". While you loved your two children dearly, you both agreed that there was room in your love nest for one more, and a few years later Ivar was born. 

Your fourth pregnancy came as a surprise, as neither of you had planned to welcome another child into your family. Sihtric was reluctantly forced to leave his family to follow Uhtred in his attempt to retake Bebbanburg, and while he was busy defending the borders of Mercia, you gave birth alone, bringing two healthy twins into the world. You were reunited after the Siege of Winchester, and after shedding tears of joy for his children, he vowed to be a more present father and husband and make up for lost time.

"Let me come with you, Papa!" was the whining voice of Hindr, tugging at his father's sleeve to get his attention. The Dane lowered Ivar to the ground, and after he both kissed his sons' foreheads, he bent over his firstborn.

"It's still too dangerous for you, Hindr," Sihtric chided in a calm but firm tone, his calloused fingers stroking the child's cheek and chuckling at his son's little pout. "One day you will join me. I promise you." He finished, kissing the top of his head.

Then he rose and approached you and Signe by the fire. As soon as he was in your presence, he bent over you, holding two small flowers in one of his hands.

"One for my little princess," the Dane said softly, placing one of the flowers in his daughter's hand and gently pressing his lips to her forehead, to which Signe responded with a shy, silent nod. "And one for my queen," he added, leaning his face over yours and sealing your lips with a tender and lingering kiss. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment as a pleasant and familiar warmth spread through your chest. It had been a long time since you and Sihtric had shared an act of intimacy, and caring for five children took time away from even a brief kiss.

But the time was up, and soon you were forced to break the kiss and watch as Sihtric hurriedly took his sword. "Are you leaving already?" you asked, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Sihtric looked over at you as he took one of the twins in his arms.

"The Blood Month, my love," the Dane said, content to be surrounded by his wife and children, "Our boy Aethelstan is ready for his first hunt and we will join him.”

You hummed in understanding, your body mechanically combing Signe's hair while your mind was elsewhere. You loved your children, they all had your blood and Sihtric's running through their veins. But you were a warrior before you were a mother, and the time you spent on the battlefield with your husband was a distant memory. But Sihtric seemed to sense your discomfort, and he approached you once more before putting Kore down. 

"I swear we will celebrate the next Blood Month together, my love," the Dane reassured you in a soothing voice and gave you a final kiss before saying goodbye to his children one by one. Before leaving the hut, he stroked Hindr's hair once more. "Protect your Mama and siblings while I'm gone, little warrior."

"As if his mother could not protect herself," you scolded playfully, rolling your eyes dramatically. Sihtric replied with a loud chuckle, his eyes sparkling with affection as he crossed the threshold of the door.

"I know you can, my fierce shield maiden," he replied with a grin, closing the door behind him.

You quickened your pace as you reached the alehouse, holding the twin's small hands in yours. Sihtric followed ahead of you, a small axe taken from Hindr sheathed in his leather belt, as he watched his three eldest children run through the building. 

The hunt had gone well, except for one unforeseen event that no one had anticipated. Sihtric told you how Aethelstan had been attacked by three men, but had somehow managed to kill one and survive almost unharmed. It was not a boar they had sacrificed, but at least the Blood Month tradition was somehow expected. But it was the unexpected arrival of Eadith that took everyone by surprise: Uhtred and his men knew she had left after the events in Mercia and Winchester, but no one expected her to pay a sudden visit to Rumcofa.

The alehouse was warm, the flickering fire of candles dancing through the tables and casting a cosy glow on the wooden walls. The aroma of ale filled the air, the clatter of mugs and the cheerful chatter and laughter of the men adding to the convivial atmosphere. 

With each mug of ale in hand, the whole group stood still and circled around Eadith as she told them the stories of how she had come to Frankia and how she had learned and honed her skills as a healer. As the conversation continued, you could see the surprise in the redhead's eyes when she recognised Aethelstan among the men, and you couldn't blame her. 

You remember how King Edward's bastard son was taken under Uhtred's protection and raised among you: the child knew nothing of the dangers of the world, spending his early years in a monastery, his cocoon shielded from the outside world. Most of the time he ended up in your and Sihtric's care, and together with Cynlaef you raised them as your sons, the boys calling your own their little siblings. But now they were grown men, and you looked at them with pride and emotion: you and Sihtric still had your own children to love and cherish, but you would be lying if you said you missed those moments.

"This is Sihtric's wife," Uhtred said to Eadith, pointing to you with the mug in his hands, "and all of her and Sihtric's little pack that populate this town."

"Five children can hardly populate Rumcofa, Uhtred," you replied with a smile, your fingers gently stroking Signe's hair.

"Perhaps the gods will be on our side and bless our union again," Sihtric added, his hand slipping from your shoulder to your flat stomach. It was no secret that you both longed for another child, but you both knew that you were not the young and fresh couple you once were, and your ageing bodies made that dream distant and uncertain. 

"Perhaps you should ask your gods for a little nudge," Finan snorted lightly, holding Ingrith by the waist and your son Kare in his arms. In the midst of the laughter, you could see Finan and Sihtric exchanging a knowing look that surprised you, but did not carry much weight.

The conversation continued until sundown, when the sun set, giving way to the moon, and the orange of the sky was replaced by a deep blue dotted with stars.

As you entered your hut, you threw your cloak and boots onto the nearest chair, tossed your hair aside and tried to undo the laces of your dress. Sihtric was the last to enter, closing the door behind him, unbuckling his belt and placing his weapons against the nearest wall. 

When you turned to look at him, you noticed that something was wrong: everything was quiet, too quiet for a family with five children. You would expect chaos after a day at the alehouse, your husband running over his children in a playful catch, or just you and Sihtric sitting by the fire playing with them before tucking them into bed. But they were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is our little pack?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice, frustration rising as you struggled to untie your laces.

"With Finan and Ingrith," Sihtric replied casually, his voice dropping as he approached from behind. Had you listened more closely, you would have heard a bit of hoarseness in his voice. "I asked them to look after our children for the night." 

The Dane put his hands on your waist and pulled you gently from behind, pressing your back against his chest. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, his facial hair tingling your skin as he planted soft kisses on the side of your neck. 

"I would have preferred to be informed of this idea of yours, Sihtric," you sighed, lifting your head to give him better access to your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a strange but familiar warmth blooming in your lower abdomen: you could not remember the last time Sihtric had made your head spin and your body tremble with pleasure, the sounds of your moans echoing in your head.

“Is it so wrong to surprise you, little wife?” he whispered in your ear. 

His teeth slowly grazed the skin of your neck. It was only meant as a tease, a way to have you fully entranced by him. Your words began to come out in broken, stuttered responses as you tried to think of anything coherent. 

"Help me undo these laces and you will see how wrong you are," you replied courtly and sharply breathed, feigning offence in that remaining moment of lucidity. But your veil of resoluteness soon fell as you felt his rough hands cross your back, one of his tattooed fingers tracing your spine in a fluid motion. And as you sighed at the sensation of him touching the laces of your dress, a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you heard the muffled sound of a tear, the movement so unexpected that you lost your balance and were forced to place your hands on the table.

"Ah, m-my dress!" you hissed, your eyelids half open at the feel of his mouth kissing and nibbling your exposed skin, from the nape of your neck to your shoulders. "You tore one of your gifts-"

"I will buy you another one," Sihtric cut you off with a low murmur, savouring every inch of you with his mouth, "I will buy you the finest gown in all of Northumbria, if you allow me," the Dane continued, working his way up from your shoulder to your earlobe, nibbling gently, "but you know I will always prefer you without your clothes on."

All hope of maintaining self-control was lost when his hands began to squeeze your breasts as he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. You moaned loudly, your mind clouded with too much pleasure as you pressed against his body: Sihtric let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his throbbing cock pressed against your arse, sinking his teeth deeper into your shoulders. 

He had waited too long for this moment, and had he had the chance, he would have stripped you naked and humped you on the kitchen table. But in his eyes you were his queen and goddess, ready to throw away his pleasure to satisfy yours first.

Instead, Sihtric spun you around and sat you on the table while he quickly revealed your breasts, slightly swollen from all the time you had spent carrying and feeding your children. His lips trailed down your throat, his tongue tasting the saltiness of your skin as he finally reached for your breast, his mouth enveloping and sucking gently as he cupped the other one in his hand, teasing your hardening nipple with his fingers. Shrieks and whimpers were your only sounds, accompanied by your soft moans as you rolled your eyes back, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure of the moment, the warmth in your abdomen spreading uncontrollably. 

You could feel your core pulsing with excitement, a burning sensation that felt like sweet torture to you, loud sighs mixed with your screams as you desperately searched for something to relieve you. The wetness between your legs only increased as you felt one of Sihtric's hands push up your skirt, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as they reached your warm cunt. 

"Already so wet for me, my love?" the Dane asked in a hoarse voice, teasing your core with a few strokes before pushing a finger inside you, the intrusion unexpected but pleasurable at the same time. You almost forgot how thick his fingers were as he stroked inside you, how often he let your body float and how much your legs trembled at his touch. 

Babbling and rambling words were the only thing you could say, your rational self temporarily gone. His name, called out like a ritual chant in a breathless voice, was the only word you could manage, your low throaty voice reaching his ears like a distant melody, frustrating him as his cock grew impatient in his breeches. But he knew he would postpone his pleasure for much longer, not before he made you squirm and scream his name loudly until your lungs were empty of air.

"How much I missed this," Sihtric whispered, leaning his head towards you, "how much I missed us." 

"Sihtric," you sighed as his lips met yours, the kiss far from the gentle one you had shared in the morning. It was a needy, bruising kiss that told a story of longing touch and pent-up passion, of two souls locking their primary desires for the sake of their family. 

Sihtric's tongue parted, the tip finding an entrance into your parted lips. You allowed him to enter your mouth, your tongues meeting in a frenzied dance as you swallowed another loud moan and felt another finger penetrate you. You inadvertently moved your hips towards him, moaning at how perfectly his thick fingers stretched inside you, his wriggles teasing and rubbing your tight walls. 

Your husband could feel your hips moving frantically against his hand, your arse slapping against his open palm and your walls tightening against his fingers, a signal that your climax was reaching its breaking point. But he had no intention of letting you finish like that: he needed to remember how you tasted, to savour you and drink you all up. 

He gently pushed you back, wanting to lay you down and bury his head in your thighs. But you quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, a frustrated moan escaping his lips.

"Not here," you murmured breathlessly, your body still trembling from the pleasure you had just received. For as much as you could not wait to release your own excitement, you would never let him take you on the table. 

Sihtric's impatience grew as he scooped you up in his arms, carried you in front of the fire and laid you on the warm furs. Your lips entwined again in hungry and lustful kisses as you both undressed, Sihtric tearing your dress to shreds while you removed his with gentle movements, letting them fall with a soft thud. 

You both stood naked by the fire, his lips moving quickly down, tasting and biting your skin from throat to belly, until he spread your legs in desperation, his head trapped between your thighs. His breath was hot against your folds, the heat from his mouth so pleasant and arousing that you would have closed your legs and found some friction had Sihtric not spread them with his hands. He teased your wet core with the tip of his tongue, but the taste of you was so intoxicating that all restraint was lost. First a lick, then his tongue penetrated your folds, devouring you like prey after a day's hunting. Your head began to spin, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as your fingers trailed over his curls, tugging wildly at them, causing the Dane to grunt and moan in return. 

You reached your peak quickly, coming on his tongue as he eagerly lapped up your release. Your thighs trembled under his grip, which caused Sihtric to chuckle next to your folds. 

“Good girl, such a pretty wife I have,” he said quietly with a kiss to each thigh. “Are you willing to give me one more?” 

Before you could even answer, he allowed you to taste yourself on his lips as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock twitching painfully as his own arousal desperately needed to be released. Keeping your legs spread, he spat on his tip and after a few strokes, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you in one swift motion. It took all his willpower not to fuck you at speed: instead he chose a slow approach, his length stretching inside you like a sweet torture. He was slow at first, creating a careful rhythm, knowing how sensitive you were.

“Do not be so gentle now, husband,” you said softly as you leaned up. Your lips ghosted across his chest, then his collarbone, creating a trail of chills as you went. His thrusts faltered a bit as he shuddered with each kiss. “I am not some fragile flower, I can take it.”

Your leg wrapped around his hips, allowing him deeper inside you as you angled your hips up. One hand gripped your thigh, holding your leg tightly around him, while the other braced itself on the furs, holding his weight. A string of curse came out with every thrust, now deeper and harder. 

The crackling of the fire could not hide the vocal chaos you two were making, the room filled with your whimpers and moans, Sihtric panting and grunting as he fucked you deep and hard, hissing under his teeth every time you tugged at his curls wildly. One of his hands moved from your hips to your flat stomach, the circling movements gentle in contrast to his rough movements.

“How good would it be to see you round with my pup again,” he whispered with an animalistic growl, never faltering his pace as you both rocked against each other’s hips.

“I would like to, husband” you whined, arching your back and head as he hit a sensitive spot. “But I am afraid my body could not bear another pup inside me,” 

Upon hearing your words, Sihtric lowered over you, kissing the contour of your jaw gently, “Never underestimate the workings of the gods, my love,” he whispered with a hoarse voice, “We do not know what-”

A choked moan escaped his throat, grunting against your neck as he quickened the pace once more, his own climax on the verge of the release. The grip on your hips tightened into a bruised vice, your walls clenching around him, eagerly awaiting his release.

"Fuck, please," you let out a sharp breath as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back until they left scratches. Your senses were sharpened by the growing wave of pleasure, leaving you temporarily stunned as you felt your own release coming. 

"Come to me, my queen," was the gruff voice of Sihtric you heard, praising you and whispering honeyed words before you both came simultaneously, wetting his cock with your fluids as your walls milked him of all his seed. When he pulled himself out, you both collapsed on the furs, both a terrible mess, but neither of you wanted to leave each other's embrace. You remained entwined for minutes that seemed an eternity, your fingers intertwined as you opened your eyes.

"Sihtric," you called out breathlessly, feeling the Dane's head rise against your neck, "What if the gods do not bless us with another pup?" 

Your question made Sihtric smile fondly, his rough hand resting on your cheeks as your lips met in a tender kiss.

"Then I will thank them for giving me a beautiful wife and five loving children to love and cherish with my whole heart."

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading my fic! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Author's Note: Yeah, it's the super smutty piece I warned you all about. In hindsight, maybe it's not all that raunchy? I don't know. You can tell me. Also, fun fact! While I wrote this, my captain sat across the table from me, completely oblivious (he figured I was writing my care reports, and I was. Kinda). I literally have the best poker face.

Word Count: Just under 2,000 words (of porn)

Conversation falls around you. In the cool air of the evening you’ve grown comfortable with your legs thrown over Ivar’s thighs, sitting at an angle as his hand hooks around your shoulder. Drowning out the words around you as you scroll on your phone to decompress your social battery, bombarded with videos from Hvitserk as he thinks that’s a successful way to use his energy during his over time shift. And, quite frankly, he’s right.

“But where are people finding the time?” A voice says. “I work a full time job, I go to the gym, and I’m trying to get a full 8 hours of sleep and cook for myself—where do people find the time to date? To even hook up?” The voice continues.

“Ivar and I fuck all the time,” You say, and you don’t even really realize that you said it out loud until Ivar’s hand is over your mouth.

“That’s really all the input you have for the conversation?” Another voice says. You’re quick to lick Ivar’s palm as he lets out an estranged noise, wiping your salvia on your back.

“I’d have more of an input if we were actually having a conversation,” You mutter back.

“Why on earth would you lick my fucking palm?” Ivar says, shooting you a look. You lean into his ear closely before speaking:

“You don’t seem to be too upset when I lick the other things you put near my mouth,” 

There’s a low rumble from Ivar’s chest as he registers what you’re saying and you smile.

“What can we use as an excuse to leave?” He whispers to you.

“The fact that I work in the morning?” You try and Ivar just nods at that.

You climb off of him, standing with a stretch and you feel eyes on you.

“Leaving already?” Someone whines.

“Well, as riveting as this conversation is regarding your ability to not adapt to being adult,  I do have to work in the morning. So I am going to get those 8 hours of sleep you keep talking about,” You say.

“Well then, why are you leaving, Ivar?” 

“Uh, because I don’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night when I come home from the bar?” Ivar answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“You can spend the night with me!” Aiden teases. 

“You have one bed,” Ivar tells him. 

“Exactly,” Aiden smirks.

“Do you…do you want to spend the night with him?” You tease. 

“No, no I do not,”

“Alright, why don’t you kiss him goodbye then,” You add, patting Ivar’s chest and Ivar shakes his head.

Aiden offers him a kiss through the air, and a wave, but Ivar only flips him off, rounding the corner to leave. Not a second passes before Ivar turns back around, looking at Aiden and returning that kiss through the air. 

*

You’re all but tossed onto the bed, a quick display in both Ivar’s strength and his dominance has you landing suddenly against the pillows before her’s climbing over you. Wasting no time as he comes to cover your body with his, mouth seeking yours. 

“Oh, so you really weren’t that mad at my comment,” You try, seeing if it’ll fuel his fight. Ivar doesn’t say anything as his mouth travels past the shell of your ear, meeting he nape of your neck and his teeth nip at your flesh. “Because revealing to them that we have “sex all the time” was not necessarily a lie,”

“Stop,” Ivar says suddenly, his blue eyes coming to catch yours. They flash with a quick display of anger, momentarily muting your brain and making you refocus on him. And how he’s in charge right now. 

“Stopping,” You peep back. 

“Good girl,” Ivar groans, mouth catching yours for a kiss that is all tongue. He would smile to himself at how well he knows you, but his lips are occupied. 

The last articles of his clothing are flung across the room as Ivar moves again, pushing his knee to divide your legs as they instinctively part for him. You can feel his hardness against your cunt throbbing, as Ivar’s hands come on each side of your head, pressing his weight through them while you both catch your breath. Hungry eyes trace you, and the wisps of the ends of his hair tickle your chest as his head tips to watch the space where you two are about to be connected. 

A low grumbles comes from Ivar’s chest as your hand reaches down, spreading your lips for him to see you. The same hand reaches up, grabbing Ivar’s chin as you pull his mouth towards yours again. 

“Are you waiting for something?” You tease him. 

Settling his legs over you, Ivar pulls away, shifting his weight as his hand grabs his length, The other rungs through his hair, pushing it from his view before tapping himself against you. Meeting your teasing with his own, the head of his cock finds your bundle of nerves, pressing ever so slightly as he hears you gasp. Your eyes flutter shut, bunching the sheets at your sides as his cock glides through your wetness. 

Ivar suddenly stops, a slow string of spit coming from his lips as it lands against your mouth. His fingers collect it, pressing them towards your clit before he takes them down his shaft. 

Pushing your hips into him, Ivar responds by slowing his motions, biting his bottom lip as his cock sinks into you, bottoming out until he’s flush against you. A deep moan climbs from his chest while he savors you fluttering around him. 

You reach at him, pulling him over you as his arms plant on each side of your head, moving before digging his fingers into your hair while his hips start up. Quickly they take force, slamming into you as the bed rocks against the walls. You hardly have a moment to grasp the sensation of how he feels inside of you, before he gets faster, moaning in your ear.

“Ivar,” You squeak. “Slow—” You grit out. “Slower,” You say and he stops, nuzzling against your head as his hips come to a halt. “Give a woman a chance to breath before you take away my ability to walk,” You mumble to him as you shift your body and Ivar only snickers from somewhere over you. 

Pulling back, Ivar lets go of your hair, smoothing it out slightly as he seeks out your lips again, humming into the kiss as your hands dance along his back. His hips roll lazily, your wetness collecting between you two and you offer him a sweet moan. 

“There are much better ways to take me if you want to go that fast,” You whisper to him. Ivar feels you push at him before his climbs back to let you move. Watching you crawl onto your stomach he pulls at your hips himself, positioning himself behind you while you nuzzle against the bed. His cock presses into you again, his chest coming over your back as the warmth radiates from him. Jutting the two of you up the bed, Ivar’s hips move as he wraps an arm around your waist, his free hand finding yours. 

Ivar’s thrusts are met with you pushing against him, chasing his cock in the brief moments it’s away from you while you hear the moans coming from his mouth. With your thighs shaking under him, you can’t help but moan his name, egging him on. 

As he chases his release, Ivar’s mind empties as he moves, your walls quivering around him with his arm attempting to pull you closer, even with no additional space. Through each grunt, each sweet sound you sing to him, Ivar’s muscles tense, the ache in his balls nearing an end before he pulls out of you suddenly. Moving away before he flips you in one quick display of his strength. 

Ivar moves again with his orgasm taking over his body. You feel the string of seed against your skin, watching him before you. Abs quivers as he breathes quickly, the final drops dribble from his flushed head, throbbing as it slides down his shaft. Only then is it collected as his fist moves to grab himself, and tap again against your cunt, swirling his essence against your mound. 

After a whisper of a moment, his fingers slide through your slit and press into you, curling them right against your sweet spot. Ivar leans over, lips hungrily against yours. As he feels your nails in his back, your teeth sink into his bottom lip while he pumps his fingers. 

Your mouth opens to moan and Ivar pushes his forehead against yours.

“Give it to me, Goddess,” Ivar whispers, “Come for me,” 

You can only whine in response, breathing deeply as Ivars fingers move, his eyes on yours and you can’t look away. His thumb comes against your clit, pressing in circles and you hum as the pleasure takes over your body. Your lashes flutter, a heat low in your belly as the coil tightens, as Ivar growls for you to open your eyes again.

“Look at me when you come,” Ivar tells you. Your eyes open as a blush covers your cheeks, the band finally snapping as you moan. Sinking your nails into his back before they move, grabbing his hair in an attempt to ground yourself as your orgasm rushes through your body. You grab his face again, pulling it back towards you to regain some control, as your mouth seeks his. 

Ivar slows his fingers as his breathing matches yours, lips lazily tackling one another as a satisfied groan comes from him. Moving, Ivar settles back over you, placing his weight carefully to cover you as you latch around him. Your hands take their turns from tracing his spine, to scratching his head as the man deflates above you, nuzzling into your cheek and you can’t help but smile. 

Moving again and putting his weight on his elbows, Ivar looks down at you, bumping your nose with his.

“Hi,” He says quietly.

“Hi, handsome,” You say back, a smile on your face. 

“You don’t…you don’t even work in the morning,” Ivar finally realizes. 

“I know,” You giggle and Ivar huffs, collapsing back over you. 

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The Wanderer (Ivar x Reader)

The Wanderer Ivar x Reader Warnings: nudity, Ivar is a stalker but we already know that

A/N: Dear Anon, I hope it’s close to what you wanted (I don’t remember Daenery’s entrance). Enjoy!

It's already late when you arrive at Kattegat. The stars glint in the dark sky among the black clouds. The heavy scent of the rain lingers in the air, mixing with the salty ocean. A goat cries out in the distance, making a few dogs bark in answer. Being on the road for long weeks can be rather lonely, so you really enjoy these small things. It reminds you of your own hometown. The view of the buildings is familiar and strange at the same time. The village has grown since the last time you have been there.

The loud noises of the feast and the burning torches help you on your way to the Great Hall. You slip inside the robust building without anyone paying attention to your cloak-covered figure. The heat of the fire slaps you across the face, warming you up in mere seconds. Your nostrils fill with the smell of ale and freshly made meals as you look over the hall through your lashes. Your gaze lands on the long table with Lagertha in the middle. The woman is still beautiful with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

You can still remember her deadly gaze on the battlefield. Blood splattered across her face. The heavy sword rose in her hand.

Making your way to the main table, you halt in front of the famous shieldmaiden. You watch her expression change as she tries to see through the shadow hiding your face. The soft lines of her face harden, and a scowl appears between her brows.

The Great Hall gets quiet behind you. A few of Lagertha's women reach down to their swords. Their eyes burn you.

A smirk pulls on your lips. "What do I have to do to get some ale here?"

You push the hood of your cloak back, letting the fabric fall from your head.

Lagertha's mood changes immediately. A smile spreads across her lips as she looks over your form.

"Y/N," she gasps, standing up from her seat. "I didn't know you would visit."

"I got thirsty."

Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N. The shieldmaiden. The Wanderer. The fearless woman who belongs to the dirt roads and stormy waves. Your name is well-known among the Vikings. Ivar heard stories about your battles even though you are barely a few years older than him. The warriors who were lucky enough to see you fighting say you are like a goddess among men. You are graceful and deadly. There is gossip about you taking the dead to Valhalla.

Ivar watches you sitting beside Lagertha. Ale sloshes on your hand as you grab the cup with too much enthusiasm. You laugh at your clumsiness, not caring about the liquid dripping down on the wooden table. Your eyes shine with warmth and a bit of ale as you look over the hall, smiling and nodding at the familiar faces.

"Who is she?" Hvitserk asks, looking your way too. Ivar doesn't react but listens closely to what Ubbe has to say about you.

"She is Y/N," Their older brother replies, and while Hvitserk stays in the dark, Ivar immediately knows who you are.

"I didn't hear about her," Hvitserk replies, and Ivar can't help but grunt in answer before Ubbe can open his mouth.

"Because you are an idiot."

Ubbe, instead of stopping their fighting, just smirks. His bright eyes are on his youngest brother, who still stares at you. There is an awe in his icy blue gaze, under the constant anger and defiance.

That's a no.

Ivar watches you drinking and laughing. He can hear your voice as you greet Bjorn with a mocking comment about his womanizer lifestyle. Their half-brother looks you up and down without shame, making Ivar's blood boil in his veins.

"Maybe you should introduce yourself," Ubbe says.

The brunette's frown deepens as he turns his attention to his brother.

You stay in Kattegat for a few more days, enjoying the delicious meals and the warm bed. Sometimes you even forget how comfortable it is to sleep in clean sheets and soft furs. You don't have to worry about wild animals or wilder people.

And there is something else too. Someone else.

Ivar became obsessed with you. The young man can't find the courage in himself to come to you, but he still doesn't waste a chance to watch you from afar. You can feel his eyes on you constantly, and you would be a liar if you said you weren't enjoying it. There is something flattering and exciting about being the center of the young Viking's attention.

You continue your way out of the cold water, not hiding behind your arms or the clean towel as you dry yourself. You let Ivar's eyes wander on your body, stopping at your breasts, lingering on your hard nipple, and continuing their way between your legs. Your skin is covered with long-healed wounds and scars. There is a history for each of them.

You are in the river, ready to get out when you feel it again. It burns your skin and bubbles in your chest with anticipation.

He is here somewhere.

You search your surroundings through your lashes, trying to hide the smirk that pulls on your lips when you notice his form behind the bushes.

After you get dressed in simple pants and a tunic, you grab your things and don't hesitate to make eye contact with the brunette. His eyes widen, but he doesn't back off as a frown appears between his brows. It seems like there is always a frown on his handsome but still boyish face. He doesn't avert his gaze as you get closer, even though the sway of your hips almost makes him surrender.

"You are Ivar, right?" You speak up when you stop in front of him. He sits on the ground, his useless legs tied together.

"I am," he answers. There is a defiant offense in his tone. He is angry at you even before you say anything. The young man is ready for it. He can already hear you mocking him and telling him to stay away from you. A creep. A cripple. A useless Viking. What may he want from a woman like you? A great warrior. A beautiful woman.

"Your brother told me about your… fondness for me."

Ivar opens his mouth to say something, but no words leave his plump lips. The soft skin of his cheeks changes into a lovely shade of pink as he looks away from you. He is embarrassed, and he hates the feeling. It makes him weak and humiliated.

"I'm disappointed you didn't come to talk to me," you continue, leaning down to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap back at you, lips apart. He doesn't want hope to take root in his chest, but your heavy gaze doesn't let him have any other option.

You are more beautiful up close. Your nose is a bit crooked from breaking a few times, and there is a pale line on your cheekbone. An old wound.

"You are?" He croaks out.

Your warm breath fans over his face as you speak. "I have to continue my journey tonight, but I have a feeling we will meet again."

Ivar's heart beats against his ribcage, and his blood drums in his ears when your lips ghost over his. The only thing that keeps him leaning closer is your hold on his jaw.

"Because you and me, Ivar the Boneless," you continue. "We are fated."

[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1584

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 15

Nine months of dating Ivar. Nine months of happiness. Nine months of amazing sex. Nine month of love.

The interest in your relationship publicly has definitely reduced, mostly because the pair of you don’t go anywhere the photographers would be. Ivar has adapted to your lifestyle easily and fits into your world perfectly. You still struggle sometimes fitting into his world, but you are getting better at the glitzy parties and rubbing shoulders with the extreme wealth in your city. You much prefer it when you guys do normal things together though.

You have become friends with his brothers, they were easily won over, especially Hvitserk. He and Iris have been on a few dates and he seems besotted with her. She likes him a lot but is being very ‘Iris’ about the whole thing and is playing it cool.

Ubbe is dating someone new and, aside from cracking a couple of jokes in the beginning, leading Ivar to threaten to murder him, in a seriously scary tone, your ‘thing’ is long forgotten.

Since the ball you haven’t seen too much of Aslaug, she has been away, staying in her house in Iceland for months.

She calls you the week she gets home and she comes to visit your shop.

You bond over your mutual love of fashion. She spends a long time looking through all the clothes you stock and buys some dresses and some jewellery.

“You have a really good eye, Y/N. A wonderfully eclectic mix of fashion in stock. Have you thought about expanding? Opening more boutiques across the city?” She asks curiously.

“I have, I am hoping to by the end of next summer, I just need to make sure the business plan is foolproof, find a space, blah blah! It will be a lot of work.”

“I can help, I am always looking to invest in small local businesses…” she trails off and raises her eyebrows.

“Aslaug, without wanting to sound ungrateful, because I really am grateful for the offer, I’ve got my heart set on doing it all by myself.” You give a determined look.

“Although, if you know anyone in real estate that can give me a heads up of any suitable spaces becoming available I will gladly take that help,” you give her a cheeky smile.

“It just so happens I do know some people who could help with that. I will get in touch with them,” she gives you a wink.

“Also, the jeweller who made the bracelet and necklace you bought could maybe use some help, she’s amazing but hasn’t managed to get herself a proper workshop. If you were interested? Her name is Sadie.” You hand Aslaug one of Sadies cards which she slips into her purse.

“You are a very determined young woman, Y/N. I can see why Ivar loves you so much. What time do you lock up the shop? We should go and get cocktails.”

“Yes! I bloody love a good cocktail, come back at 4pm?”

You think you might have finally cracked the cool exterior, Ivar will be so pleased and your heart swells.

—————

You wake up early on Christmas morning and throw on an oversized hoody, before Ivar is stirring and you grab the heavy present on the kitchen counter and head to the elevator.

It opens on the ground floor and you head in over to the reception desk.

“Preston, Happy Christmas!” You shout and laugh as he jumps out of his skin. You hand him over the present.

“What’s this?” He looks in disbelief.

“A pressie, open it!” You are so excited.

He opens the present to see a state of the art coffee machine and his face lights up.

“What? Why? You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N.” His face is tinged with annoyance.

“Oh shush, you always look knackered, we thought you could use it,” you retort.

“Wow, thanks so much, I don’t know what to say.“ He holds his hands up.

“Just a gesture for putting up with Ivar’s rude ass for all these years! Are you going home to your family soon?”

“He’s not so rude anymore.” He tells you with a wink “I finish in 30 minutes,” he says happily. “Happy Christmas, Y/N, thank you.”

“Happy Christmas, have a great day. Hope the twins are happy with their bikes.” You give him a quick hug then head towards the elevator.

When it dings and the door opens Ivar is standing, with his arm above his head looking at the floor and his eyes travel up you until reaching your face and creasing with laughter.

“Will that never get old?!” You ask him in fake annoyance, he knows you find it adorable.

“Happy Christmas, baby! Did Preston like his present?” He asks, pulling you in for a big kiss.

“Yep, he was very happy,” you bury your face in his neck.

“Do you want your present?” Ivar asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Is it an orgasm?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Later,” he laughs out, “come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

“This is getting more interesting..” he looks back with a withering look.

“Get your mind out of my pants, filthy girl,” he wags a finger at you.

“Can I give you my present first? I’m so excited!” He laughs at you and nods.

You run to your side of the bed and pull out an envelope, skipping to him to hand it over. He opens the envelope and reads the Christmas card inside, smiling. He opens the card and two pieces of paper fall out. He picks them up with a furrowed brow, reading the words on them.

“Wha..what is this? Japan? You bought us tickets to travel to Japan?!” Pure disbelief on his face. He keeps looking back at the tickets and to you, clearly having trouble processing the information in front of him.

“What the fuck? This is too much, Y/N! We said small gifts.” His face is shocked.

“Meh, you are worth it. Are you ok? Do you want to go? I thought we could go and try some authentic sushi? Remember when I first came here?” You are searching his face for any sign of happiness.

“Y/N, this is too much. You can’t afford this.” His face still shows nothing but shock.

“I can baby, I wouldn’t have bought them if I couldn’t afford it, you know that. The shop has been doing amazing. Do you not want to go?” Your voice is small and dejected.

“Are you kidding me? It’s my number one place I want to visit! Oh my god I’m so excited, I'm just in shock, baby. Thank you! Thank you so much. I’ve never had a gift like this before.” He pulls you in for a crushing hug, kissing you all over your face and neck until you are swatting him away.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He asks excitedly.

He walks to his drawers and pulls out a big black box with a giant gold ribbon tied in bow. He hands it to you and sits close to you, watching your face intently as you undo the bow. You lift the lid on the black box and pull out a red box that you recognise. It’s one of Sadies.

You look at him and his face is so earnest you give him a kiss.

“Open it,” he urges you.

You open the box and inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It has three platinum chain mail chains twisted round each other all joined together with a diamond on each clasp. It has a round platinum pendant on it, around the edge there is an engraving and in the middle is a beautiful, green stone.

“Ivar……” you look up at him, your eyes misting up.

“I need to explain it!” He is like an excited puppy.

“I designed it, with a little help from Sadie. It’s platinum and diamonds on the clasps..” the look on his face is one of pure amusement, you can’t help but laugh at him despite wanting to act offended, a clear call back to the unwanted bracelet he gave you.

“The circle of the pendant represents my never ending love for you,” his face changes from amusement to seriousness.

“The engraving is the date I first laid eyes on you.” You bring it closer to your face to read it.

“The date of the merger party.” You tell him, with a big soppy smile on your face.

“And the green sapphire in the middle is the exact colour of the blazer you were wearing when we met. I knew from that very moment you were the one for me. Forever and always.”

You don't know what to say, your eyes well up with tears.

“Do you like it, Y/N?” He asks nervously.

“It’s the most beautiful, thoughtful present. I love it.” You wipe your tears of happiness and kiss him. “You can't tell me off for the gift I got you, this must have cost a fortune, Ivar,” he just shrugs and grins.

“I left a space on it for another engraving. I am going to get it engraved with the date I ask you to be my wife.” his voice is smaller than before and his face is red with a blush. You gasp at his words and pull him close for a cuddle.

“Just for future reference, I will say yes.

THE END - thanks for reading :)

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

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Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

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#5

So apparently the heat makes me horny and here’s another thing!

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Smut p in v think that’s it.

Heat Version 2 - Ivar x F!Reader

Unprecedented that’s what they were calling it, hottest temperature on record. The thing is when people thought of your country they thought of rain. Where if you get three fairly decent days in June you joke that that’s your summer over and done with. Yet here you are feeling like you might genuinely be melting.

Walking into the living room you see your boyfriend sat at the table working, you don’t know how he’s managing to look so put together, long dark hair pulled back into a sleek man bun wearing sweat shorts and a t shirt looking the epitome of cool. If you mentioned it he’d probably make some snarky remark about how he’s as hot as hell anyway so the temperature has no effect on him. I mean he’s not wrong! The only thing you knew had been bothering him were his leg braces, this was made evident by the use of his wheelchair today. Meanwhile everything was bothering you, you were hot; bored; slightly annoyed that Ivar was working and too hot to wear anything but a loose vest and shorts and even those were bothersome.

When you don’t gain his immediate attention you dropped dramatically onto the sofa with a loud whine. You can actually hear the smirk that adorns Ivar’s lips. “What’s up brat?” You huff “I’m not a brat, just hot is all”. Ivar actually chuckles this time “that’s all? Ok well I can’t fix that and I really need to finish this”. To be honest you were feeling in a bit of a bratty mood, you’d say it was the heat getting to you but mainly it was the lack of attention. You try flicking through the tv channels for a bit but nothing holds your attention, turning it off again an idea comes to mind and you look towards Ivar, still buried in his work, with a devilish grin upon your face.

“Gods it really is ridiculously hot in here,” you start. “Mmm hmm,” is the only response you get. “Heard it’s going to last the rest of the week”. “Uh huh”. Time to up the stakes. “I’m just going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You ask. “Nope”. You return with an ice lolly in your hand and settle back on to the sofa. Knowing that Ivar’s not yet watching, you take small licks of the lolly before moaning loudly. His head spins in your direction. “This is so good babe, so cold, you sure you don’t want one?” He just shakes his head and watches as you slide your lips to the bottom of the lolly before gently sucking and then pulling back up. You notice his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows but still he doesn’t rise to your attempts. You continue making a show of eating your lolly, paying it the same attention you would his dick and moaning a lot about how good it is. “I know what you’re doing,” his voice is a little shaky and you just know he’s hard under the table. “What do you mean?” You feign innocence. “Don’t be a brat,” he says between gritted teeth, “I need to get this finished”.

Ok you’ve got to admit you’re impressed at his will power but you’re not ready to give up yet. You start to ramble a little about the heat again, about how much it’s bothering you and that you’re struggling to cope. Then you pull your vest top over your head and discard it on the floor, your back is to Ivar but you don’t need to turn around to know he’s now looking at you. You lie back on the sofa and shimmy out of your shorts, you stretch out a little against the soft material muttering about how it’s a little better without the unnecessary layer of clothing.

“Come here!” There’s an edge to Ivar’s voice now and it shoots heat straight to your core. You take your time sitting and turning to face him before making your way towards him. When you’re close to his chair he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, you move to straddle him and as you do he slaps your arse hard. “So needy aren’t you? Can’t stand not having all my attention huh? Told you that you were a brat!” You wanted to protest but Ivar’s fingers pushed into your mouth to silence you. His other hand made its way to your clit and flicked harshly. You moaned loudly around his fingers and this encouraged Ivar to roll his thumb around your clit. “Shouldn’t be doing this, ought to be teaching you a lesson, you’re so spoiled,” he was panting out the words now just as horny as you were. You knew you’d pushed him today but he seemed to be in a forgiving mood and you were so desperate so you gave your hips a roll landing perfectly against his rock hard cock.

Ivar pulled himself out from his shorts and gave two quick tugs before lifting your hips and allowing you to sink down onto him. You moaned as he stretched you out and he paused to let you adjust once he’d bottomed out. When you were ready you began moving your hips in long slow rolls and it wasn’t long before you were both heavy breathing into the others neck. You took your time, nothing about this encounter was rushed, when you knew Ivar was getting close you reached between you to rub your clit but he batted you away to do it himself. You felt your orgasm approach slowly but pull you under so heavily that you were worried you might pass out. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was because this is what you’d been wanting, slow lazy sex with your man. You were both a sweaty mess and in desperate need of a shower, Ivar slapped your arse playfully as you moved off of him and you just smiled at him. The temperature may have been hot but hell Ivar was hotter.

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48 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

Just a little something for the current heatwave. 880 words of filth basically

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Oral female receiving, p in v, mild choking

Ubbe and f!reader

Heat

It was hot, hell no it was hotter than hot it was damn unbearable. It had been like this for days now and you weren’t used to it and your country was not equipped to deal with it, roads were melting, trains and planes cancelled. The warnings were to stay indoors out of the sun but with no air conditioning you lay on your sofa in just your underwear the fan doing nothing but blow hot air around the stifling room. You’d eaten nothing but ice lollies for days but you couldn’t bring yourself to cook or eat.

The door to your house opened and closed again and you could hear your boyfriend coming down the hallway. “Gods woman what if I wasn’t alone?” Your boyfriend questioned checking out your clothing or rather lack of. “Don’t care! Too hot!” You responded. Ubbe chuckled at you, “too hot for proper sentences also?” At this you just nodded your head which still felt like too much effort. You don’t know how he could stand there in his suit trousers and shirt, cuffs rolled up to his elbows. You suddenly become even hotter and you couldn’t tell if it was because the idea of wearing that many clothes made you feel faint or the way he filled them out set its own fire inside of you. “I’m going to shower,” Ubbe yelled on his way up the stairs.

You removed your underwear in your bedroom whilst making your way to your en-suite. You stopped to take in the sight of your boyfriend in the huge clear glass shower, back muscles rippling as he went about his routine, arse pert and on display and thighs that made you drool at all times. When Ubbe had first decided he wanted this ridiculously big shower with all its different sprays and taps, lights and god knows what else you’d decided it was just unnecessarily over complicated but its size alone had come in handy on more than one occasion. There had also been times when Ubbe had been away on business that you’d made use of some of the lower jets in particularly lonely moments.

“You just gonna keep staring or you planning on joining me?” He hadn’t even turned around just sensed you there, knew like always where you were in a room. Stepping into the shower you let out a little shriek as the cold water hit you, goosebumps rose over your skin but after the initial shock you relished the fact that you were finally cool. Ubbe’s face nuzzled into your neck, his tongue lapping at the slight salty taste of your skin, his hard cock pressing into your lower back. Already struggling to suppress your moans he spins you round to face him, you lift your head to look at his face and you can see the mischief in his eyes and the smirk playing on his lips. His hand comes to your throat pushing you back into the shower wall, he directs the cold spray completely on you and your already hard nipples become painful. The grip on your throat tightens as his mouth dips to your left nipple, licking and biting at it before moving to do the same to the right.

Air rushes back into lungs as you feel the hand drop from your throat and Ubbe’s mouth travels down your body to where you’re craving him the most. He slaps your thigh, a sign to tell you to spread your legs and you do so without question, one leg is hoisted over his shoulder and his beard scratches at your thighs in the most delicious way. He wastes no time lapping at your overheated core, the combination of his tongue flicking at your clit and the coolness of the water forces your orgasm in record time. Ubbe continues lapping at your juices until you push his head away, too sensitive for him to carry on.

“You good?” He asks, taking in your somewhat floppy appearance. “So good!” “Great because I’m not finished with you yet!” Ubbe turns you around again, your face up against the cool shower wall, the water still raining down on you. He pushes your back down a little, helping to present you to him more fully. He guides his now painfully hard dick between your soaking wet folds and pushes his way into your entrance. It doesn’t matter how many times you two have done this it’s always amazing, always a stretch, you live for the slight burn of his cock stretching you out, you could never get bored of this. Ubbe’s pace is relentless and he leans over you to run circles on your clit bringing you to your second orgasm before exploding inside of you.

“Who would’ve thought that would be the best way to cool down?” You giggle allowing the water to cool your skin and wash away the evidence of your sinful deeds, the only remaining ones will be the bruises forming on your throat. “So worth leaving the air conditioned office for.” His eyes watch your face waiting for you to bite. “Heeeyyy,” you whine. Ubbe just chuckles and pulls you back against him, “we may need to cool down again later this weather isn’t going to let up”.

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50 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#3

The Holiday

Warnings: none that I’m aware of!

What happens when you meet the Ragnarsons on holiday. Vikings modern AU. Hvitserk and reader because I’m in my Hvitserk feels these days.

The sea was freezing as your nephew splashed passed you urging you further into the water with him, you’d been expecting a lot more warmth from the crystal water and the bikini you’d chosen wasn’t doing much to cover the obvious signs of your chilly state. You’d come away with your parents and your older sister and her family, your brother in law and your nephew and niece. Sometimes it was a bit awkward being the only single adult on the trip but you needed a break and some decent weather, plus you loved spending time with your family. Whilst you messed about in the sea with your nephew you were completely unaware of the eyes on you from a balcony at your hotel that overlooked the private beach.

“Careful little brother your eyes are going to pop out of your head,” Ubbe laughed slapping Hvisterk on his back. His other brothers all joined in with the laughter and he didn’t realise they were aware of his staring, he’d been watching you for quite a while trying to figure out the dynamics of your group, he’d guessed the older couple were your parents but then there was you, another woman, a man and two children. His family were very open minded and he was trying to work out if that was the case for you all too. “What do you think their situation is?” He asked no one in particular. It was his eldest brothers girlfriend who answered him “she’s with her sisters family and her parents”. His head rounded so fast at the news “how do you know that?” “I spoke to her earlier at breakfast, seems a nice girl” Kat shrugged like this information meant nothing but to him it was a green light. “Volleyball anyone?” Everyone rolled their eyes seeing right through his plan.

You were laying on your towel your eyes flicking between your niece building sandcastles close by and your nephew playing in the water when your elder sister suddenly elbowed you in the ribs. “Hey, what was that for?” “Just seeing if you thought the view has improved?” “Eh?” You looked over to your left to see a group of people had turned up at some point, there was a woman assisting two children with all their beach toys, you recognised her from breakfast this morning you’d exchanged a few words whilst waiting for the completely useless contraption that was apparently meant to toast your bread! Sitting beside her on a blanket was a guy with dark hair pulled back into a bun and sunglasses over his eyes and a killer jawline. Just in front of them were four more men who seemed to be discussing the rules of whatever game they were about to engage in and had also been blessed in the looks department. All of them were tall and muscular, although the one who stood out to you the most looked a little softer than the others, he had dirty blonde hair braided back and a little scruff on his face. As if he knew you were watching he looked directly at you, you blushed realising you’d been caught and a confident smirk appeared on his face.

As the day progressed the four children naturally gravitated towards each other and your eyes constantly roamed over the men and their volleyball game, every time your eyes met the dirty blondes, who you’d learn from their shouts name was Hvitserk, there seemed to be a little spark. You noticed that the dark haired man had been sitting on the blanket by himself the whole time, so feeling a little bold you decided to take a stroll over and plonk yourself down next to him. “Who’s winning?” You asked pleasantly. He briefly turned his head towards you and never once dropping his scowl he replied “I don’t keep score, they always cheat anyway”. You smiled, discreetly taking in the leg braces that were obviously keeping him from joining in. “I’m sure they’d love you to play,” he smirked. You laughed lightly “I couldn’t think of anything worse!! Sweaty sports in this weather and sand in every orifice no thank you”. He looked slightly taken aback by your bluntness and you couldn’t help but chuckle that you’d manage to dent his cool demeanour. The next thing you felt was someone falling in a heap across your legs. In an apparent attempt to hit the ball Hvitserk had all but dived into your lap. “You know if you wanted my attention I’m sure there’s a better way than breaking my legs,” you laughed and pushed him face first into the send. This earned a deep bellow from the man next to you and whoops and cheers from the rest of the men.

From your time at the beach and your conversations with the dark haired man who had told you his name was Ivar you’d learnt that he was the youngest of the five men. The four older men were his brothers, Sigurd who he seemed to have an extremely tense relationship with, Hvitserk who had clearly caught your eye, Ubbe and then Bjorn who was also accompanied by his girlfriend Kat and his two children from a previous relationship Hali and Asa. You’d spent quite a while all together on the beach with the children playing, the women chatting and the men swimming or playing some sort of sports.

You were now in your room getting ready for the evening, you were lucky in the fact that you had your own room, your parents were in another and your sister’s family in one together. The plan was to all have dinner together and then head to the hotel’s entertainment area to see what was on this evening. You were feeling the need to make a little more effort than usual and you were pretty sure it had something to do with the hazel eyed man who had spent the day winking in your direction.

You’d opted for a little black dress not too tight and just the right side of classy, you didn’t want to go overboard in this environment. Your make up was minimal as you’d managed to get a slight tan on your face which was giving your complexion a boost and you’d worn your hair loose. You hoped it was eye catching enough and were looking forward to the evening ahead. After meeting your family in the lobby you walked into the restaurant altogether and noticed your new group of friends were already in and enjoying the food. Hvitserk was eating some sort of meat joint directly from the bone, you had no idea why this flipped your stomach the way it did you were sure if it was anyone else it would have disgusted you but the sight seem to draw out something slightly animalistic from within. You noticed Ivar wave in your direction and you reciprocated with a small shy wave. This move seemed to bring about shock from the rest of his table mates and you weren’t exactly sure why.

Concentrating on your meal seemed particularly difficult this evening and you were happy to be slightly on the outside of your parents conversation and instead enjoyed some playfulness with your niece and nephew. You helped them in getting their food from the buffet and talked about all the things they were enjoying about being on holiday. When you were all finished you moved onto the entertainment area only to find your new found friends had saved space for you all at their table. You all had a few drinks and enjoyed watch the children dance at the mini disco, after that your parents offered to take all the children back to their room so you could all continue your evening, a fact Bjorn and Kat were particularly grateful for as they hadn’t had the luck of grandparents coming along on the trip. You and your sister found Kat especially easy to get along with and spent some time chatting and drinking, Hvitserk kept throwing charged looks your way which had started to make you squirm in your seat. Ivar seemed to enjoy interrupting these moments by leaning in closer for you to hear something he was saying or moving directly into your line of sight, you could tell this was all done to annoy his brother from the smirk on his face and the utter displeasure written all over Hvitserk’s. Sigurd seem to be the quietest of the group and only really piped up when he had something to say to piss Ivar off, this had to be interrupted on several occasions by Bjorn or Ubbe before it got out of hand completely and Kat sent a “you get used to it” shrug in your direction.

After a while your sister, brother in law, Bjorn and Kat decided it was probably time to relieve your parents of their babysitting duties albeit with some reluctance on the men’s part. Your sister gave you a quick wink and encouraged you to stay put. Hvitserk sauntered off to the bar and came back with a tray full of drinks one of which was some elaborate cocktail with straws and umbrellas which he passed in your direction. “What’s this?” You asked, taking the drink from his hand, where he seemed to let his fingers linger a little longer than necessary. “It’s a sex on the beach,” he grinned like a small boy. This caused Ubbe to roll his eyes, Sigurd to snigger and Ivar to practically spit his drink across the table muttering something about him being unbelievable. In your ever increasingly tipsy state you just chuckled at his obvious attempt to seduce you, clearly subtlety wasn’t his thing.

The music was loud, the free drinks were flowing and your body was starting to feel like a live wire, Hvitserk was talking about something but all you could concentrate on was how close your bodies were and the fact that his lips were basically grazing your ear in order for him to be heard. It was when you got up to dance and your legs almost gave we that Ubbe, ever the responsible brother called time on your evening and took it upon himself to escort you back to your room. You reached out towards Hvitserk but Ubbe gently guided you away “uh uh not tonight princess maybe when you’re a little more sober, off we go”.

You awoke to the sound of banging and you weren’t completely sure if it was the door or your head, when you finally dragged yourself from the bed and towards the noise you found your sister staring back at you. She couldn’t hold in the laughter “heavy night was it? You alone?” She asked before pushing passed you anyway and doing a quick scan of your room. “Yes, to both!” “Well it’s time to eat sunshine, let’s go.”

Walking into the restaurant you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about the night before, why did you have to get so drunk in front of people you barely knew? What was more annoying was that sitting at a table not far from your family were the Ragnarsons looking considerably fresh considering how much you’d all been drinking the night before. You gave a small nod vaguely in their direction and sank into your seat opposite your smirking brother in law.

You may feel like shit but you sure as hell weren’t about to look like it, so wearing the best bikini you owned you walked straight to the edge of the pool and dived in. The temperature was a bit of a shock to the system but just what you needed to liven yourself up, plus the satisfaction you got when you saw Hvitserk’s open mouthed stare and Ivar reaching over to physically close it for him was so worth it. He wasn’t the only one looking at you but you didn’t notice that.

Hvitserk audibly groaned as you exited the pool and batted Ivar’s hand away when he closed his mouth for him. He didn’t see his brother staring as he turned towards him, “why did you have to be so sensible last night? I didn’t even get a chance to kiss her!” He whined at Ubbe. “Because she wasn’t in a fit state to be sure”. “I think it’s because you like her too Ubbe, you wanted to play the hero,” Ivar interjected. “Oh gods do they always go for the same women?” Kat muttered to Bjorn who just laughed loudly. “Maybe we should ask her who she likes? It could be any of us,” Sigurd spoke up. “Really? You too? You’ve got no chance Sigurd,” Ivar sneered at his brother. “What and you think you have?” At this point Bjorn’s hand clamped down on Ivar’s shoulder to stop him throwing himself at Sigurd and Kat just rolled her eyes so used to their drama at this point that she didn’t even bother to get involved. Hvitserk felt weird, he wasn’t usually bothered by his brothers’ interest in women, not even if it was the same one as him but this was different he felt jealous. No he felt scared, what if you didn’t choose him?

You walked up to the bar to get something to drink and found Ubbe already there, “thank you for last night I was erm a little drunk”. “A little?” He laughed “but there’s no need to thank me”. You just gave him a small smile before you felt hands on your waist. “Good morning beautiful, are you avoiding me?” It was Hvitserk and your heart had picked up speed with his close proximity. He smelt so good and it took you a minute to realise he was still waiting for your response. “Er no sorry just feeling a little tender this morning”. You pulled back a bit, giving yourself some distance so your brain could actually engage. You all walked out of the bar to find your families had all merged into one large space at the side of the pool and when you saw the look on your mum and sisters’ faces you knew this had been their doing.

Sitting on your lounger, you enjoyed watching the guys in the pool with the kids, playing games, throwing them around, just general silliness that had the children laughing continuously. Ivar was sat to your right taking pictures with a camera that looked a bit too technical for your liking and Kat came walking over with a tray full of drinks, she handed you yours and you pulled a face at the taste of alcohol you weren’t sure you were ready for that yet. “Girls come on water polo”. Maybe you were going to need that drink after all.

Before you had chance to respond, Hvitserk bounded up to you like a very excitable very wet puppy, you half expected him to shake water all over you. “Come on, you can be on my shoulders”. “I don’t think we need to be on each other’s shoulders for water polo Serk”. He smirked at the use of the nickname you’d picked up from his brothers. “You do for this game,” he winked. So that’s how you ended up in the pool on Hvitserk’s shoulders, your sister on her husbands, Kat on Bjorn’s, leaving Sigurd on Ubbe’s which neither of them seemed particularly pleased about. You called Ivar as referee, not only because he wasn’t playing but also because you knew he wouldn’t take any shit! After a lot of messing about and more splashing and dunking than anything else Ivar called the game a draw and you all dropped down from your partner’s shoulders, only Hvitserk didn’t seem too keen on letting you go. He managed to slip you down until he was holding you against his front, your legs around his waist. “You know I can swim right?” You teased him, “you should do you spent enough time watching me earlier”. His cheeks turned slightly pink at being caught out. “You noticed that huh?” You just nodded in response so he continued “then I guess you also noticed I wasn’t the only one”. At this he seemed to close up and he put you down and swam to he edge of the pool hoisting himself out.

Feeling deflated you plopped yourself down on the lounger next to Ivar, you could see he was a bit of a moody fucker but he was fast becoming your friend and you enjoyed chatting to him. “What’s up?” He sighed as if he already knew the answer and you recounted your prior conversation with Hvitserk. “Ah well he happens to be right, it would seem that three out of five of us would like to get in your pants. One is obviously not Bjorn he’s very much loved up as you can see”. You followed where he was pointing only to find him and Kat cuddled up on one lounger. “And unfortunately for you, it’s also not me,” he smiled. “I don’t know whether to be offended or not,” you laughed. “I like you, I don’t like a lot of people and I don’t have a lot of friends, so I’d rather not lose friendship over sex”. You couldn’t help the big grin that spread across your face, you were happy to have connected with Ivar and you knew his words were true just by how shocked his family were that he was getting along so well with you. The bigger problem however was that you had three men, three brothers none the less, who were interested and you really weren’t sure that you wanted to be the cause of any family rift.

“Let’s go to a club,” Hvitserk slammed his glass on the table as if this idea was worthy of some sort of prize. When no one responded he turned his attention to you, he let his hand drop onto your knee and pleaded his case directly into your ear and well if your body didn’t just want to give the man anything he wanted. “Yeah a club sounds good, we can dance,” you were suddenly more enthusiastic at the the thought that Hvitserk would be even closer to you. Once you’d voiced your agreement the others got on board pretty quickly and before you knew it you were all squashed into a taxi on your way to one of the local clubs.

The music was loud and you all had to shout to hear each other but the atmosphere was great. You felt a large hard sprawled on the bottom of your back and you turned to see Ubbe which caused you to blush, he guided you towards the bar where Ivar was already yelling his order to the barman. As you took a look around you couldn’t help but notice how much female attention the boys were getting but they were either completely blind to it or so used to it they paid no attention. You hadn’t been there long when Sigurd and Ivar found themselves some female company and you sent a smirk in Ivar’s direction. Now that you were alone with the two brothers that had shown you the most interest in you the tension felt stifling, a song you recognised came over the speakers and you used this as an excuse to escape. You jumped up and headed towards the dance floor, a quick “I love this song” thrown over your shoulder. Attempting to throw yourself into the music you lost sight of the boys for a while but when you felt hands on your hips you expected it to be one of them, only to turn and find a stranger’s face above yours. Pulling away you shook your head to show your disinterest but he wasn’t getting the message, his grip tightening on your waist, you looked around for help but couldn’t see your way through the packed bodies. You started to panic but although you’d lost sight of all your friends they clearly hadn’t lost sight of you and the next thing you knew you were pulled into Hvitserk’s chest while Ubbe and Ivar stood between you and your unwanted guest, the latter almost salivating maliciously. Sigurd appeared out of nowhere with a quick “time to go” and led you all swiftly from the club.

When you arrived back at the hotel all you wanted to do was go to your room but you were yet to completely untangle yourself from Hvitserk, he felt safe and after your brief moment in the club that was exactly what you needed. “Come, I’ll walk you back,” he whispered into the shell of your ear. Ivar looked at you for reassurance that you were ok and you gave a confirmatory nod before allowing Hvitserk to lead you off. It felt too soon that you reached your door and you looked up with tears ready to fall. “Stay?” You squeaked. Hvitserk smiled and nodded and you led him into your room. You suddenly felt very shy but you told him to make himself at home whilst you went into the bathroom to remove your make up, brush your teeth, change your clothes and pee. When you come out he was laying up against the headrest in just his boxers and he lifted the sheet to encourage you in with him. You crawled into the bed and cuddled up against him, your need for comfort squashing your initial embarrassment. “Thank you, for tonight and for this” you waved your hand to gesture at your current situation. “Are you kidding? You don’t need to thank me for stopping some dickhead who can’t take no for an answer, or for cuddling. I’m a big cuddler”. You chuckled and curled in tighter to fall asleep.

Blinking your eyes you were vaguely aware of a body below yours, you opened them to find you were sprawled across Hvitserk’s warm torso, you couldn’t help but inhale his scent and felt grateful you’d asked him to stay. “Morning,” his voice was deep and raspy from lack of use and it sent a shiver through you, if he noticed he didn’t mention it. “Morning, you want the first shower?” “It’s all yours I’ll wait”. It felt oddly domesticated to be showering knowing he was on the other side of the door waiting for you. You were fully dressed when you came out of the bathroom and made a start on your hair. When he reappeared he was wearing a towel low on his hips and beads of water were travelling down his chest, you tried but failed to hide a slight gasp whilst he watched you braid your hair. You don’t know why you’d chosen to braid it today but you felt it probably had something to do with his and his brothers hairstyle of choice. “Could you do mine?” He sounded uncharacteristically shy when he asked. “Of course,” you smiled encouraging his own smile to form. You knelt on the bed and patted the space in front of you and began working on his braids, it felt remarkably intimate for something so mundane and you’re pretty sure you dragged it out longer than was necessary.

Walking into the restaurant you spotted your families sitting together once again, as soon as Hvitserk noticed he took your hand in his. You knew he was staking his claim but you didn’t seem to care, Ivar’s words about three of his brothers being interested in you suddenly came to mind and you almost pulled your hand away not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. However when you looked at the table neither Sigurd or Ubbe seemed particularly put out and so you stayed as you were. Plopping down next to each other at the table you were instantly bombarded with questions about the encounter with the stranger in the club and the worry coming from your parents made you glare around the table seeking out who had opened their mouths. Ivar pointed at Sigurd childishly and you threw him a “what the hell” look. He did have the good grace to look sheepish and you turned back to reassure your family that it was nothing and you’d had four knights in white armour defending both you and your honour.

“We leave tomorrow you know,” Hvitserk was talking quietly directing his words solely to you. You felt deflated “you do? I didn’t realise. We have a few more days here but it won’t be the same without you”. Dread filled your stomach at the possibilities, nothing had actually happened between you not even a kiss but it was hard to deny there was something between you, you weren’t sure whether you were supposed to walk away and just chalk it up to a budding holiday romance or keep in touch. That only seemed like prolonging the agony, you didn’t even live in the same country, how could something that hadn’t even started manage without that sort of distance?

The Ragnarsons’ last day felt clouded by the thought of them leaving, even your mum was feeling the strain who had enjoyed playing Grandma to all four children and was sure to be back on your case about providing her with some more grand babies when this trip was over. When it came time to head to bed you’d wanted Hvitserk to stay in your room but that had been vetoed by his family who had stated he’d never get up in the morning and he’d end up being left behind, that didn’t really seem like a problem to you although you knew it was unrealistic. As he dropped you at your door he nuzzled his face into your neck and you heard him breathe in your scent, he dropped a kiss on your collarbone before pushing his lips against yours. The kiss started slow and sweet but soon there was an urgency to it and his tongue swiped your lips begging for entrance. You opened your mouth and the kiss become hot and heavy, it was easily the best kiss you’d experienced and when he pulled away you were both breathless. He leant his forehead against yours and you would swear his eyes looked glassy, I guess this is goodbye beautiful and you nodded because you knew if you uttered a single word you would burst into tears. Hvitserk walked away from you not dropping your hand until it was no longer possible to hold onto it, you willed him to look back but when he didn’t you walked into your room completely missing the moment when he did turn only to see you closing the door.

53 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#2

So here’s part 2! Thank you to those who wanted a second part and it’s not going to be the last one either 👀

Warnings: mentions of previous child abuse and abandonment. This fic is set in a psych ward and content could be trigging.

As usual not proofread or formatted 🤷🏻‍♀️

Part one

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Therapy part 2

Red! Red was all he saw now! Whenever he saw her, she was always wearing something red, whenever he closed his eyes and she appeared in his mind there was red. But this was different, there she was lying on the floor surrounded by red. The blood was everywhere, the floor, the walls, all over her body and her beautiful face. There was just so much of it but he couldn’t see where it was coming from he couldn’t stop it.

He screamed and jerked upright in bed, his whole body was drenched in sweat and he was breathing hard, there were even tears flowing freely down his face. This was the third time this week he’d had the nightmare and he didn’t know what it meant, it felt so real and every time he had it he felt compelled to seek her out. To stay close to her and keep watch over her. She didn’t seem to mind his clingy behaviour either, in fact she seemed brighter now than she had at first.

When he’d first seen her Ivar had been lost for words and that was rare for him, he couldn’t believe she was still here after all these years. But why was she here? He had wanted to ask her outright but even with his limited interactions with people outside of his family he knew it wasn’t something to just blurt out. But now he felt he had become close to her and they were both starting to open up to each other. He’d told her how he had been born with osteogenesis imperfecta or brittle bone disease as it was previously known. He’d told her how this had made him feel growing up, being different and how people had tormented him for it. How he couldn’t do the things his brother could and how in time this had made him feel less of a man. He’d even told her some of the awful things he’d done through anger, retaliation or sometimes even fear. He’d never admitted that to anyone before, that part of the reason he was so cold towards people was because he was scared and felt constantly inadequate. She didn’t judge him though, she just listened to his thoughts, sometimes she held his hand. They were his favourite times. It was after one of these times, once she’d walked away to get them both a drink that one of the orderlies approached him, “you should be careful with that one, nothing but trouble”. Ivar actually growled, he was sure in that instance he had never hated anyone more. The orderly wandered off muttering something about him being as crazy as the rest and no wonder he’d been admitted into here.

The ward had a garden area attached that was completely secluded from the outside world and the comings and goings of the outpatient area of the hospital. It was a particularly warm day and he was laying under a tree with his head in her lap when she said it, so quietly he had to ask her to repeat herself just to be sure he’d heard correctly. “I was sexually abused as a child, repeatedly, it’s why I’m in here”. Her voice was completely void of emotion as she spoke. “I don’t understand how has that led to you being here almost all your life?” He asked. She laughed but it was a humourless laugh. “My family didn’t believe me, the more I tried to tell them and the more fuss I made the more they decided I was crazy. They brought me here, they visited at first but when my story didn’t change, when they decided I wasn’t getting better they stopped coming and I’ve just been here ever since”. Ivar didn’t know what he wanted to do more, cry for the sadness of it all or hunt down her parents and her abuser and make them all suffer. But for now all he could do was weather the storm of her words, the way she had for him, until he was able to get out of here then he would hurt them all for what they’d done to her.

53 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

No idea what this is or where it came from but let me know if you think it’s worthy of a part 2. Not proofread and I hate formatting on this hellsite.

Ivar x reader

Warnings: implied suicide, mental health issues and psychiatric ward but not detailed.

Therapy

He was seven when he met the girl, his parents had taken him to a private hospital specialising in all matters of mental health. He was sitting sulkily in the waiting room whilst his parents spoke with the receptionist, she seemed to appear out of nowhere, red dungarees, red canvas shoes and red ribbons in her lopsided pigtails. She stared at the metal cages on his legs and he was about to scream at her when she put her hand on one and whispered “these are so cool, did you do them?” She was running her fingers over the drawings his brothers had etched into the metal. He didn’t know how to respond, no one ever approached him, too busy laughing at him or being frightened by him. Admittedly they were mainly frightened of his demeanour not his legs but he’d found anger to be his go to emotion. Having not gained a response the girl continued, she told him her name and that she was five. He briefly wondered what she was doing there and why she was by herself but that thought was lost when she asked “what’s your name?” “Ivar,” he told her, still taken aback by her confidence. He didn’t say much to her even though she continued to talk to him, right up until a nurse came over and put her hand on shoulder. “There you are, you know you’re not supposed to be out here”. She ushered the girl away towards a set of doors, just as she walked through she looked in his direction with a sad pleading look in her eyes. He had weekly appointments at the hospital from then on but he didn’t see the little girl with the lopsided pigtails. Since that day though he swore his favourite colour was red. He once as a teenager saw a passing glimpse of a girl around his age through a window to the residential ward and for a moment allowed himself to believe it was her but of course she wouldn’t be there after all those years, would she?

A breakdown is how they were labelling it, to him though it was twenty one years of pain that had led to the bottle of pills. His brother had found him and his parents had instantly called the hospital who advised them to admit him straight away. Now making his way through the residential ward he’d only ever caught glimpses of previously he felt an anger rising stronger than ever before. An anger at his parents for allowing him to be put in this place, an anger at anyone who had ever taunted, jeered or even pitied him. An anger that he had been born with these useless legs in the first place. He wanted nothing more than to spend his time here holed up in his room but part of the treatment plan was both private and group therapy sessions and apparently the constant nagging to go into communal areas. He’d been here a few days mainly keeping to himself when a quiet voice said “you have braces now but there are no drawings”. He whipped his head up so fast he thought he might snap his own neck standing in front of him was a young woman wearing jeans with a red sweater and red shoes, there was no doubt in his mind that this was the girl he’d been thinking of for the past fourteen years. He spoke your name like a prayer leaving his lips. You giggled at his reaction “Hi Ivar, didn’t think I’d see you on this side, always thought you were one of the lucky ones”.

54 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

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Shatter Me

Werewolf!Hvitserk x Werewolf!Reader

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A/N: This is such a fierce slow burn 🤣 thank you @acrossthesestars for betaing this beast. Part 3 of @clydesducktape Moon in May Event.

Warnings: mention of dead bodies, limbs, gore I guess, tension, memories, new characters introduced, the brothers being brothers, wolf changes. 18+

Word Count: 8.3k+

Tagging: @kaybee87 @a-bang-for-your-bucky @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @strangunddurm (if you’d like adding or removing let me know!)

The front door slammed behind you, shaking the frame with the force of your push and you heard the voices from the other room dwindle to nothing. Ragnar called your name but you ignored him as you took the stairs two at a time. You were in the house, what more did he want? Pausing by your bedroom, you heard Halfdan begin to make his way up the stairs when he was stopped by a panting Hvitserk.

“I wouldn’t. Just leave her alone,” he gasped.

“I want to check on her Hvitserk, nothing more.”

“Trust me." You could imagine him doubled over in a pair of joggers that were kept out in the shed for emergencies. “She’s in a mood. She just power walked all the way here and didn’t even break a sweat. I’m worn out.” Halfdan slapped Hvitserk’s bare shoulder and you heard the smile in his voice.

“So it’s you that grew soft, not her.”

“She didn’t change?” You heard Floki’s voice, calm but still inquisitive.

“She refused. I tried,” Hvitserk huffed.

“Who would want to run with you anyway, huh?” You smirked a tiny bit at Ivar’s comment. His cane thumped loudly on the wooden floorboards as he made his way to his room. “Now she’s home and I’m going to bed.” Softly you closed your door as the rest of the pack determined who was staying up to keep watch. To keep you safe.

Throwing yourself onto the covers, you buried your face into the pillow. You wish you’d never opened your big mouth, but only time would tell if you were right or not.

The morning was cool, dew clung to every surface, wetting the soles of your feet as you stepped outside. The dawn was banishing the night and you scented the air. Aside from your coffee, you could smell Ubbe and Björn a bit farther out. You couldn’t stand still, a restlessness had taken over your body, agitating your limbs and you knew why. You wanted to run. Your wolf was asking to be released, she knew she was home and safe and she wanted to be set free.

“Fine, fine!” You muttered, putting your half empty coffee cup down and removing your hoodie. Slipping off your joggers, you dived behind a bush but nothing happened. Quickly shedding the rest of your clothes you awkwardly crouched on the cold ground. “Come on!” You could feel your wolf but you struggled to connect with her, to reach across the void and touch her soft fur. Closing your eyes, you concentrated, imagining what you looked like when you were her. Your eyes bright green, your downy fur rippling in the breeze, paws the size of dishes…

Eventually your back arched as pain lanced through your body. Throwing your head back you felt your teeth grow unnaturally fast, your ribs broke and moved with earth shattering pops and cracks. Your fingers shortened, the bones themselves changing shape as whatever magic you were connected to threaded purposefully through your body. Your spine elongated, fur sprouted over your skin, feeling each pinprick as it rolled in waves over your form. Your legs snapped, your knees forming the other way and you snarled, followed by a yelp as the pain reached a peak before melting away like it had never happened.

You were huge and powerful in this form. The pads of your paws dug into the soft ground as you sprinted from a standstill towards the trees. The wind rippled through your fur, brushing you with chilled, welcoming fingers. You turned, movement racing toward you from the shadow of the trees and you feinted, only to sink your teeth into Ubbe’s neck. His wolf yipped in surprise as you both rolled on the grass from his momentum. You stopped, your forelegs over his body and your jaws held onto him for a second with a warning snarl before releasing him. You tried to go back to running but he barked at you, his eyes wide as he waved his tail high in the air. Rolling your eyes in a very un-wolflike gesture, you shook your head only for him to yip loudly at you again.

Lifting your nose to the breeze when it shifted, you sneezed at the awful smell and even Ubbe stopped mucking around. You let loose a deep howl - a howl to say you’d found something. Ubbe stayed close, protectively watching your back as you searched for the source of the smell. The smell of death.

It took an hour to follow the scent on the changing breeze, but the closer you got, the heavier the dread became. The smell was thick and cloying, sweet and rancid at the same time. You tried to breathe through your mouth but that was just as bad, the dense odor filling your senses. Ubbe started to gag, his lips pulled back from his teeth as he made a loud noise from the back of his throat. You heard a braying howl, but you couldn’t respond, the idea of sucking in a deep breath now made you want to be sick.

You saw the hand poking out from under some leaves, your ears pricking forward and then flicking side to side as you listened. There wasn’t anyone else out here and Ubbe was wearily watching a few paces away, a quiet whine of warning escaping his mouth. Trying to ignore the acrid stench of death, you sniffed deeply against the ground. Picking apart the scents in your mind, you could tell other animals had come to investigate. The musky scent of another wolf was weak and the particular aroma wouldn’t click with anything in your memory. Cautiously you approached, your hackles on end and you snarled deeply in your chest when you saw it was a young girl. She was half buried in the earth and from what you could see, she was mid change. Her eyes open and glassy as she stared at the ever brightening sky, bones twisted unnaturally. Her jaw looked broken and half her teeth were clearly wolf fangs. Trotting back over to Ubbe, feeling sick to your stomach, all you could do was wait.

Soon Ragnar, Harald and Floki arrived in human form. Hvitserk, Björn and Halfdan joined quickly in wolf form. Hvitserk was beside you in an instant, his protective nature out in full force as he nearly knocked you off your paws. Snapping angrily, your teeth flashed in the light and he dropped to his belly. Ragnar growled at you both, his eyes completely violet, and you put your teeth away. Tentatively, he reached for your broad, wedge shaped head, his fingers resting just between your lowered ears as you gazed up at him.

“Well done, hunulv,” he mumbled. “Go back to the house and wait for us there. All of you.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Turning tail, you ran. The others crowded you, their shoulders bumping yours as they surrounded you, keeping you in the middle. Björn was the largest, his pale fur and golden eyes cutting an impressive figure as he led the way back to the house. Hvitserk and Halfdan were either side of you while Ubbe covered you all from behind. You were getting tired and the run was long. The brothers set a steady pace but you were unused to running for so long in this form. Your front paw gave way and you ungracefully planted your snout in the ground. A chorus of amused yips ripped into the quiet air. Snapping peevishly, you limped back across the grass, Hvitserk using his warm body to hold you up as you made your way up the stone steps to the kitchen.

“No wolves in the house, huh? Have you forgotten the rules?” Ivar yelled from the doorway. “Go sleep it off somewhere else, yndling.” You eyed him for a moment, knowing how easy it would be to make him unsteady on his legs. But as soon as the thought formed, you let it go. Ivar wasn’t below tussling with a tired wolf on the ground and he’d probably win anyway. With a sigh you collapsed just to the side of the door, exhaustion making your eyes close. A body settled down next to you, panting heavily from the run as he watched out for danger and you knew Hvitserk wasn’t going to leave your side no matter what. You felt the others gather around and you sighed in their comforting scents. Snuggling down in the mass of fur and heaving breaths, you felt the happiest you had since you left.

The first thing you became aware of was your hunger.

You were human, your curling toes and reaching fingers told you that. Groaning, you snuggled deeply into the embrace of someone warm, pressing your face into their firm chest and listening to their accelerated heart rate.

For a moment, it felt like the last 18 months hadn’t happened and you were back here where you belonged. His chest rose against you, lips trailing delicately over your hairline as he breathed you in. Smiling to yourself you curled further into him, enjoying the heat of his body along yours. Excitement blossomed in your chest at the way his soft lips ghosted down the side of your face. Tilting your head back you could sense his lips hovering over yours, such a tender action that had you wanting to reach those last few millimetres and taste him.

But your stomach rumbled loudly and it seemed to slap some sense into you. Snatching back your naked limbs, you forced your eyes open and clutched at the blanket that had been draped over you both.

“Ubbe put it over you,” Hvitserk said as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the blue sky and watching wisps of clouds pass over. He lay with one hand behind his head, his other resting on his bare chest, and you settled back down. The stone floor wasn’t uncomfortable, you’d slept on worse. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his gaze earnest and you could see he was doing everything possible not to frighten you away. Your breath hitched in your throat, the familiar sensation of desire curled up from your gut and you just hoped he couldn’t smell it on you.

“Where is everyone?” You whispered.

“Downstairs,” he replied quietly. His pupils blew wide as the scent of your arousal clouded his senses and he swore. His hand fisted tightly on his chest. “I’m trying here. but you’re drowning me, min elskede.” He sounded strained. Even with the usual softness he always spoke with, you could hear the need behind his words. You wouldn’t admit it, but right now all you wanted was him and it confused you. Your feelings for Nick, the tense joy you felt from being home mixed with your unfinished feelings for Hvitserk that all still gathered inside you.

“Then stop breathing,” you snarled weakly. Snatching the blanket off him, you walked byinside and grabbed a sandwich off the table before retreating upstairs to get changed.

You always hated going down into the basement. It was where Ragnar kept the cage that you’d spent the first of your days as a werewolf.

You could hear Ragnar speaking and he sounded pissed. You forced yourself down the stairs to see that the whole pack had gathered. Ubbe and Björn stood with their arms crossed and matching miserable faces as Ragnar tore them a new one. How did they not notice someone dumping a dead body on our lands? What were they doing all night? He didn’t even give them a chance to answer as he paced slowly before them, his body portraying exactly how angry he was with jerky hand movements. Hvitserk glanced at you, but he looked just as angry at his brothers as Ragnar did. Harald stood watching the oldest Lothbrok boys be put in their place, a not so kind smirk lighting up his face. Ivar sat on the table, picking at his nail, having no interest in what was happening while Halfdan, Sigurd and Floki were whispering in the corner. Halfdan beckoned you over and you pulled away from Hvitserk to join them.

“What did you smell?” Floki asked, his voice hushed.

“A wolf had been there, but no scent that I recognised. It was weak. And the body was still half buried, she’d been in the ground a few days at least.”

“Similar to the last one,” Sigurd whispered. Frowning you glanced at him, his green eyes narrowing slightly. “What?”

“The last one was buried too? So someone is coming onto our land and burying these bodies and letting them surface a few days later when their scent is weak.” Shaking your head you tapped the corner of your mouth. “This is too well planned for an útlagi.”

“I have to agree,” Floki sighed.

“Werewolves have survived for centuries without female wolves, what’s the fascination now?” You pondered aloud, glancing up to find all their eyes on you. Sigurd’s uneven gaze slid to his brother over your shoulder and you knew the answer, but Ragnar broke up your little gathering.

“What can you tell me, hunulv?”

“Not a lot,” you confessed. “But I do think a meeting with this new pack should happen sooner rather than later.” Ragnar nodded, swiping a hand over his face and dragging at his bottom lip.

“Harald, Halfdan, Björn, Sigurd and Ivar stay here. I’ll take Hvitserk, Ubbe and Floki with me. Are you all right to come? Maybe you can smell something familiar.” Nodding, you nibbled at your bottom lip, casting a worried glance at Floki, but he just smiled encouragingly at you. It had been ages since you’d been embroiled in anything like this and you were worried about being the weak link within the group.

“Shit,” you hissed, pulling your phone from your pocket and frowning at the empty screen. Nothing. Not a single phone call or text from Nick. “I have to make a quick phone call,” you mumbled. Racing up the stairs you dialed his phone only to get voicemail. Bursting into the sunshine outside you tried again. “Come on, Nick.” Voicemail. This wasn’t right, something in your gut told you this was very wrong. Turning on your heel, you slammed into Hvitserk as he exited the front door, his hands flying to catch you but your senses shattered at the close scent of him. The richness of his wolf still clinging to him after this morning, mixed with the freshness of the soil and the lushness of woodland. Reeling from walking into him, you held onto his forearms, your phone pressing heavily into your palm.

“Nick isn’t picking up his phone. It’s past 10am Hvitserk and I haven’t heard from him.”

“He’s probably in a grump because you weren’t there when he woke up,” he reassured you, but you shook your head and ignored the bitterness that laced Hvitserk’s tone.

“No, that doesn’t sound like Nick. He’d blow up my phone first, find out where I was…” Moving away, you dialed again but it went straight to voicemail. You gazed at Hvitserk with pleading eyes and he sighed, exhaling through his nose just as Ragnar emerged.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we swing by the hotel in town first? I need to check on Nick.” You hated the whine in your voice as you begged your alpha for permission. “He’s not answering and I feel like something is wrong. Ragnar, please?” You heard the way his teeth slid over themselves, but still he managed to give you a forced smile.

“Make sure he’s ok and we’ll meet you at the edge of our property. Hvitserk…” You were already moving, your faithful shadow jumping up beside you in the truck as you turned the key. Gravel kicked up under the wide tires as you sped away but you didn’t care. All you could think about was Nick and seeing him with your own two eyes.

Approaching the door of the hotel you paused, throwing a hand out to stop Hvitserk. Sniffing the air, you could smell yours and Hvitserk's faded trail from last night. And someone else's. Turning on the spot, you tried to get your bearings but the car park had been driven through and walked over too much this morning.

“I can smell Nick, but I don’t know if it’s from yesterday or if he followed us last night.”

“Let’s go and ask him shall we?” Looking up you saw his room window was still open from where you’d jumped out and a dark sense of foreboding settled over you. Entering the hotel through the back door you heard the kitchens were in full swing, the smell of breakfast still being cooked covered nearly everything else. Hvitserk was right behind you going up the stairs, his hands either side of you as though he could protect you. Listening against the room door you heard nothing.

“Don’t…!” Hvitserk tried to stop you, but you shoved the door open, bursting into the room.

“Nick?” The covers on the bed were tusselled, clothes discarded on the floor, his suitcase open on the chair. You walked into the bathroom only to find that empty. “Damn. Fuck.” Hvitserk stood by the desk, his fingertips holding down the piece of paper you’d written on yesterday, your message clearly on display.

“He’s not here,” he stated stiffly.

“Clearly. Do you think he went into town or…” you walked to the bed and sniffed. “No, no no.” Ducking down you trailed your nose along the covers.

“Found something?”

“I—,” inhaling deeper you growled. “I need to change for this.”

“I’ll wait outside.” Without another word he left, closing the door softly behind him.

“Ok…ok.” You’d only changed an hour or so ago. Changing again, so close together, was a risk for you. You shut the window before stripping, placing your clothes neatly in the bathroom before you knelt down on the cold floor. “I can do this…I’ve got this,” you whispered. But nothing happened. Your wolf was quiet, resting after the exertion of this morning. “Please. I need you.” Delving deep inside, you dredged up what you so desperately needed.

Panic erupted on your chest, stealing your breath with a rough gasp.

He’s gone. Nick's gone. Someone took him. They took him.

Your mind went into overdrive, images of Nick dead somewhere on Lothbrok land had your heart ricocheting in your chest and the wolf came alive. The change, fueled by the panic you’d been keeping locked away, raced over your body. You felt the pain much more keenly than you did this morning, manifesting in your throat as a rippling snarl. Eventually it was over but the exhaustion you felt was awful, bogging down your entire body and you stumbled on all four feet. But the world came alive at the end of your nose; Hvitserk’s intoxicating scent was so strong you tried to exhale it back out as a hacking sneeze. Moving past the door you buried your nose in the covers, smelling Nick and yourself faintly. If the stupid window hadn’t been open the scents would be stronger unless…he really did leave last night.

Snuffling loudly, you heaved your front legs up onto the bed, smelling the patch that had grabbed your interest as a human. It was faint but it was there. It matched the trail by the hotel backdoor and the memory of that wolf watching you yesterday rose to the surface. His short hair and silver flashing eyes had you growling. Dropping back to the floor you released your tired wolf, slumping onto your side once the change was done. The door opened but your eyes were so heavy you could barely keep them open.

“I got you, elskede. I got you.”

Jolting awake, the water around you sloshed wildly and you clutched the side of the bath. You were still in the hotel room, your clothes neatly stacked where you’d left them. Relaxing slightly you caught the sound of Hvitserk in the other room, but it was the smell of food that had you groaning. You heard him scoff a little laugh and imagined the way he smirked at the sound of you, licking the corner of his mouth because his tongue was always out of his mouth like the animal he was. A cup of coffee appeared around the doorframe.

“Can I bring this in?” He asked.

“How long was I asleep for? Shouldn’t we be meeting Ragnar?”

“About 20 minutes, I rang him. They’re waiting for us.”

“Shit. Shit.” Hauling yourself from the warm water you grabbed a towel and snatched the coffee. You dried off and quickly redressed, still doing up your jeans as you walked into the bedroom.

“Eat this. You’re no good to us if you drop from hunger.” Shovelling food into your mouth, you jigged on the spot at how good it tasted. Sausages, bacon, scrambled egg. You didn’t care how you looked as you tore into it all. “Still don’t like tomatoes,” Hvitserk observed quietly.

“Why you bothered to even put it on the plate astounds me,” you muttered. “What did you do anyway? Raid the kitchen?”

“I told them my newly pregnant wife was a monster and she needed whatever they had left over. The chef couldn’t have been helpful enough.”

“Wow. You’re an ass.”

“You've called me worse,” he grumbled as he looked out of the window. Looking around, you saw Hvitserk had packed Nick’s things and the suitcase stood by the door ready to go. Checking your phone you saw there was still nothing from him.

“Someone’s taken him, Hvitserk.” Your voice dipped with emotion. This was the last thing you’d ever wanted, to drag Nick or anyone else into your hideous, hidden world.

“I’m sorry, min skat. It looks that way.” His matter of fact attitude made you dump the plate down with a clatter. You felt your anger rising, ready to thunder from your body.

“You don’t sound sorry!” You snapped, showing your teeth in your distress. Hvitserk turned to watch you dab tears from your lashes as you glared furiously at him. “I suppose this is what you wanted, for him to disappear!” A sob chased your words. As much as you tried to find the fault with Hvitserk, you knew it sat with you alone. “Oh god, oh god! What if he’s dead? What am I going to tell his family?”

“Hey! Stop this!” Hvitserk’s hands were firm on your shoulders and he gave you a small shake. “We don’t know for sure…”

“You’d like that though. You’d like it if he was just no more...”

“No!” He snarled, his eyes glowed for a moment as his fingers pressed into your skin. “You are hurting and I would never wish that on you. Elskede,” his expression grew pained. “If he…I will do whatever I can to bring him back to you in one piece.” You could hear the effort it took him to say those words to you. Gently untangling yourself and wiping your face, you finally gathered yourself together.

“We should go. We’ve got a pack to meet.”

You spent the whole journey trying not to think the worst, but all you could see was Nick somewhere dark not knowing what was happening, blaming you. You knew you were wrong for taking it out on Hvitserk but in your mind all of this led to him anyway. The world blurred past you, a smattering of trees and fields as you moved closer to the unknown. You tried all your old tricks, but nothing calmed you down and you were dragged into a spiral of what had happened the last time you faced the unknown.

“Oh, wow. You live here?” You gasped as the house came into view. Hvitserk pulled the truck to a stop in the driveway and stared up at the huge building.

“Grew up here, me and my brothers.” Tugging at your sleeve, you grimaced nervously. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never met anyone's parents before,” you whispered, finishing with a nervous laugh. “Stupid, isn’t it?” Hvitserk leaned towards you, his hand cupping your chin and stealing your attention.

“Ragnar is going to love you, trust me. We could do with a woman around the house.” Resting your forehead against his, you sighed quietly.

“Ok. I’m ready.” The grin that broke out across his face was one of pure joy and he pressed a swift kiss to your lips. His hand was warm in your grip. It was something you'd noticed early on. Hvitserk always seemed so much warmer than you, like your own personal space heater.

The stone steps that led to the house were worn and the bushes that stood proudly either side of the door were cut into the shape of wolf heads. You reached out to toy with the lush green leaves.

“Ubbe is the artistic one,” Hvitserk breathed into your ear as he watched you admire them.

“I’ve seen you’re a decent painter,” you told him coyly and he smiled at your reaction. His hand curled over your cheek as he kissed you, a soft moan falling from his mouth as though he couldn’t help himself. The front door swung open and you gasped at the sight of a huge carved wooden wolf in the hallway.

“Told you Ubbe was the creative one.”

“He made this?” You asked in disbelief as you crossed over the threshold. Your eyes were wide as you stepped up to the carving, barely seeing the other pictures that lined the walls or the rounded, sweeping staircase.

“Took him a few weeks,” Hvitserk murmured as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “You smell divine, kæreste.”

“Pretty sure I still smell like you,” your whisper almost seemed to echo in the wide foyer and Hvitserk tensed slightly against you.

“Sit in here,” he said, guiding you to a large room with a plush sofa and a desk. There were a couple of armchairs scattered near the fireplace and large old style windows lined the outer walls. “I’ll get us some drinks and see if I can find Ragnar.” He kissed your forehead and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving you alone in the silent room.

You tried to rid yourself of the nervous butterflies by walking around the space, eyeing one large painting of a dark woodland where it was all shadows and moonlight. Trailing your fingers along the edge of the desk, you paused to look at the sizable hunting knife that was displayed proudly on a stand, sheathed in leather. You wondered how sharp it was and nearly picked it up when the door opened behind you.

Turning on the spot, you gulped down a breath as you were pinned in place with an intense pair of blue eyes. He seemed totally taken aback by the fact you were there and he tried to hide it with a forced grin.

“Hello,” he said with uncertainty, his hand still resting on the door handle. He glanced around the room and to your amusement he even looked behind the door.

“Hi.” You pushed out a rushed introduction, assuming this was Ragnar. His smile was big, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he approached you almost cautiously. As soon as his rough hand met yours, the heat of his skin was noticeable and you wondered how him and Hvitserk weren’t permanently sweating.

“I’m going to assume one of my sons brought you. Where is Hvitserk?” Your eyes widened. You hadn't realized Hvitserk had spoken about you to his family yet.

“Oh! He went to find you. I didn’t…he told me he hadn’t told anyone just yet.” Ragnar exhaled in a short burst through his nose, the strained smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head slightly.

“He didn’t.”

“I’m sorry this is such a surprise,” you mumbled, twisting your hands together. All you had to do was make Ragnar like you and you were even failing at that. “I’m no good at this,” you confessed. “I’ve never met anyone's parents before.” Suddenly it felt like Ragnar was scrutinising you, his blue gaze a fierce shadow as it raked over you before he ushered you to a seat. His smile was hitched back up, but still there was something in his demeanour that put you on edge.

“Relax, let me check on Hvitserk and the refreshments.” You let out a measured breath, tapping your leg. Your nerves seemed to double as soon as he left the room. Considering Hvitserk had told you all about his family and how large it was, the house was eerily quiet and you wondered where everyone was.

A loud thump startled you, followed by a soft dragging sound and you leapt from the chair with your back against the wall. It was stupid and irrational but you felt like your nerves were on fire as you stood there, alone in that office. The door swung open to reveal a younger man, his storm blue eyes no less devastating than Ragnar’s. He had leg braces on and his hair was longer than Hvitserk’s, cascading over his shoulder as he turned to face you. Immediately, his face split into a wicked grin, his nose flared for a second and he slumped towards you with the cane holding him up.

“Who might you be, huh?” He demanded, his icy blue eyes not sparing any part of you as he looked you up and down. “You smell like my brother.” Frowning at the odd comment you swallowed. This must be Ivar. You said your name, aware of the tightness in your hands as you clutched them together. He opened his mouth to reply, but his head swiveled towards the door. Anger flared across his features at the sight of a huge wolf-like dog nosing its way through the door. You smiled. You loved animals and the bigger the dog the better.

“Is he friendly?” You asked, but Ivar didn’t take his eyes off the animal.

“Overly so.”

“Hey big guy!” You breathed, crouching down as the dog slinked towards you. His eyes were a rich orange colour, something you’d never really seen in a dog before. Reaching out, you ran your hands through his thick fur. The dark brown colouring was broken up with flecks of grey and he sighed as you stroked the large wedge shaped head. “Oh you’re gorgeous aren’t you?”

“Don’t give him an ego boost,” Ivar muttered. Moving your hand to scratch under his chin, you smiled at the way his bright eyes rolled. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his tail thumped against the wooden desk. Looking up, you spotted Ragnar entering the room, his expression furious as he stared at the dog. Slowly he put down the tray of cups, holding out a hand he beckoned to you.

“Come away from him,” he uttered softly but your joyful smile dipped at his tone.

“I thought he was friendly?” You cast a glance at Ivar who wouldn’t take his eyes off the massive dog.

“Sometimes aggressively friendly,” Ragnar muttered as he inched towards you. “Just come away from him, please.” Giving the dog one last scratch under the chin, you stood. Before anyone could react the dog pulled his lips back, teeth clamped down on your hand and you screeched at the sensation. Ivar swore loudly, but it was Ragnar who moved. He grabbed the dog around the neck and hauled it up with a show of impressive strength, matching the rumbling snarls the dog was emitting. Backing away, you stumbled into Ivar’s arms. He grabbed your wrist and held up your hand that was bleeding profusely.

“Don’t hurt him!” You shouted. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone near him!”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Hvitserk. Look at what you have done.” Ragnar forced the dog to face you, his forelegs still off the ground and his mouth pulled back in an aggressive snarl. But his eyes were brimming with an intelligence you hadn’t noticed before. Swooning slightly, you sagged in Ivar’s grasp.

“Must be shock,” you mumbled. Ivar managed to steer you into the armchair one handed. He held up your hand and glanced gravely at Ragnar.

“There’s no coming back from this,” he stated.

“It’s just a bite. I’ll be fine,” you tried to say but your mouth felt thick. Your tongue was heavy as it tingled in your mouth, your lips felt like rubber and breathing was becoming difficult. “I don’t understand. What’s happening?” You desperately wanted to form words but they just came out as a groan. Nothing in your body would respond and your eyes began to close. The last thing you heard was the soft whine that emitted from the dog as he tried to fight his way to you.

Breaking from your reverie, you saw a house appear before you. It was nowhere near as impressive as your pack house. This one was more modern, with a large lawn that led to the edges of the woodland your pack owned. They really were pushing it with Ragnar, settling right on the border. Stepping out of the truck, you took a deep breath, but it was like a cacophony of noise at the end of your nose. It would take you a while to pick apart those scents, or your wolf form to get a more accurate feel. This house was busy.

Looking around, you noticed the out buildings set away from the house. The driveway swept from the front of the house and led right to the doors, but they didn’t look like garages. You barely noticed Hvitserk crowding behind you, his head moving from side to side as he assessed for any threats. Ragnar was at the front of the group and you fanned out on either side of him as the door opened. You and Hvitserk stood on your alpha’s right with Ubbe and Floki on his left.

Lifting your nose subtly into the breeze, you caught a sniff of something familiar, but it was covered by a multitude of other complicated scents and you growled softly in frustration, not noticing the other alpha had come out to greet you all.

“Welcome! We have been expecting you for some time!” He announced with arms spread wide and a friendly grin. His grey eyes looked over the group before they came to settle on you. At first you tried to ignore him, but he was walking towards you like he was in a trance. Hvitserk pressed in beside you, his warning snarls loud enough for everyone to hear as they stormed from his chest. At the last second Ragnar subtly stepped in the other alphas path, covering you with one half of his body.

“I’m not sure I could hold my son back from killing you if you got any closer, Ecbert.”

“Forgive me. But she is a miracle, is she not?” He covered his bearded chin with praying hands. “I had no idea she was mated already. Please! Come in!”

Mated? The term made your insides curl up, but you couldn’t tell if it was in annoyance or something more comforting.

“Sit. Make yourselves comfortable. You are safe here.” Ragnar sat himself down on the available sofa with Floki beside him while you, Ubbe and Hvitserk chose to stand. Glancing at Hvitserk, you could see he was stressed. Anger was etched all over his face and his arms were crossed in his traditional aggravated stance.

The three of you tensed and looked toward the door as it opened to reveal a young man with shoulder length dark hair and startling green-grey eyes that darted over the gathering.

“I’m sorry, grandfather. I didn’t realise we had company.” You hated the way his voice seemed to blanket over the group in a pleasing way. He spoke so clearly and his accent interested you more than it should.

“Alfred, my dear boy, this is Ragnar from the pack on our border. With Floki,” Ecbert pointed at you all individually, narrowing his eyes as he revealed he knew who all of you were. “Ubbe and Hvitserk, some of Ragnar’s sons." His eyes landed in your, lingering. "And Hvitserk’s mate.” You thought Alfred’s head was going to fall off his shoulders at the mention of you. His eyes grew wide as he looked back at Ecbert in disbelief.

“So it’s true?” Rolling your eyes, you attempted to look uninterested.

“I think we need to discuss the proximity of our packs rather than my son’s recklessness,” Ragnar stated as he sat forward, his hands coming together.

“We apologise if it seems we are muscling in. But houses that meet a pack's needs are hard to find. Are they not?” Ecbert replied with a bland smile. Reaching forward, Ragnar took an apple off the coffee table and began to shift it from hand to hand.

“We have had some unfortunate events arise on our land since you arrived.”

Ecbert shook his head and leaned back into the cushions, crossing his legs and spreading his arms along the back of the sofa.

“I read about that on the news. Such a tragic affair. I hope not too much attention was brought to your door?” Ubbe scoffed quietly and scratched his chin. You were already overstimulated and the loud rasp of his beard against his fingers almost made you growl in annoyance.

“No. And we managed to move the second body before humans stumbled upon it,” Floki spoke up.

“Another one?” Ecbert did a good job of seeming surprised, his eyebrows shooting up and his brow wrinkled. “Do you have any idea who is doing such a barbaric thing?”

“Not yet,” Ragnar sighed. “But we are close.” Staring at a point on the far wall, you tried to concentrate, listening for anyone else in the house or a scent that you recognised, but your senses came back with nothing.

“Well, my son and his sons are at your disposal if you need any help at all. I’d rather we band together and figure this out to save us all being discovered.” As he spoke you were aware of his gaze falling on you once again. “How did you do it?” Ragnar turned to look at you, his expression unreadable and you knew he didn’t want to discuss it with you in the room. He never did.

“She’s the strongest person I know,” he said softly. “Her sheer will alone kept her alive. And the desire to teach my son a lesson.” Ecbert chuckled, slapping his knee at the joke but he wasn’t done with the current topic.

“Do you think the strays are trying to achieve what you have? Wolves so desperate for a mate that is their equal?”

“We keep a close eye on the útlagis,” Floki said. “And none of them in this area have been near our land.”

“Interesting,” Ecbert murmured. “Alfred? Where is your father?”

“Out running, grandfather.”

“Hmmm. Maybe introductions should wait until next time.” The alphas stood up in unison, with Floki copying the movement. The dismissal from the older alpha was evident. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ragnar. Maybe next time we could have a meeting with everyone. I’d love to hear the story on how you managed to have so many sons.” Ragnar took his hand and clapped him on the shoulder as they moved towards the hallway. Still you tried to smell something, hold onto shred of useful information, but nothing was sticking.

“Definitely a story to be told around a fire.”

“Yes I can imagine!” Exclaimed Ecbert. “May I?” It took you a second to register he was talking to you, his hand reaching out tentatively for yours. Hvitserk growled, a deep rumble that reverberated through your body as his chest puffed out into your back, but you gave a curt nod when Ragnar gestured it was ok.

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” It took all your control not to cringe when his facial hair tickled the top of your hand, his warm breath brushing over your skin as he scented you deeply. “Heavenly. We shall meet again.” Hvitserk pretty much barrelled you out of the front door, his hands possessive as he marched you to the truck, but you didn’t fight him. Something about the way Ecbert looked at you had you seeking comfort. The way he watched you was predatory, he knew far more than he let on and you worried about what it meant for your pack.

The others were waiting in the kitchen. Ivar was sitting on the table while Björn paced along the length of the room. Harald stood when you all entered and you assumed Halfdan and Sigurd were on patrol.

“Well?” Harald demanded in that gruff voice of his.

“He seems perfectly nice,” Ragnar said with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

“Find anything?” Björn addressed you, still restlessly pacing.

“He mentioned his son and two grandsons but the scents in that property hint to a pack far larger than he let on. None I recognised, but it was difficult as they all overlapped one another. There are two outbuildings just off the main part of the driveway, they looked newly built.”

“Definitely something shady is going on with them and their interest in us,” Ubbe uttered to no one in particular.

“Me,” you said firmly. “You mean their interest in me.”

“Of course they would have interest in you.” The whole group turned to look at Ivar as he leaned comfortably on his cane. “Look at you. One of a kind, the only she-wolf in the world. Maybe someone spotted you in the city.”

“Impossible,” you growled.

“Can you be sure?” Ivar cast a sly glance at Hvitserk as he spoke. “Prancing around with that human, flaunting yourself out in the open…”

“Enough, Ivar.” Hvitserk stepped forward, his voice deceptively soft, but you could see he was itching to take some frustration out on someone.

“Should have kept her on a tighter chain hmmm, Hvitserk.”

Ragnar watched his sons wearily. At first, all Hvitserk did was nod at his boots. A hand rested casually on his hip while the other swiped over his face and into his hair. You were about to release the breath you were holding when Hvitserk exploded into action, but Ivar was ready. They met with a roar, the pair of them falling over the other side of the table, the air filled with deep snarls and growls as they grappled for the upper hand.

The pack watched. Ivar was the superior fighter in this form, especially on the floor, but Hvitserk had rage adding weight to his fight. You didn’t think anyone was going to intervene as Ragnar nonchalantly regarded the contents of the fridge, a hand running up his chest when he sighed. Ubbe was watching his brothers intently. Harald tutted and moved over to the window when he saw his brother sprinting across the lawn. Floki leaned against the wall, arms and legs crossed in a relaxed posture but Björn was the one to reach down and grab each of his brothers by the scruff of the neck.

Hvitserk’s ruffled hair was all over his face, the glow of his wolf shone from his eyes as he bared his teeth at Ivar.

“You will not talk about her like that!” He demanded, the wolf evident in his voice.

“I fucking talk about who I want, how I want,” snapped Ivar. “She brought this whole fucking mess upon us because she didn’t stay in the pack house!”

“You don’t know that!” Snarled Hvitserk, twisting in Björn’s grip.

“Oh, enough!” Björn gave them both a shake. “It doesn’t matter who or what started this. What matters is we finish it, as a pack.” He forcefully planted Ivar on a chair, ignoring the baleful glare his youngest brother gave him. He kept hold of Hvitserk until he’d dragged him round the other side of the table and shoved him away. You all looked up as Halfdan slammed through the door. His chest was heaving from the run and he leaned heavily on the door frame.

“We found something.” The icy fingers of dread tickled their way down your spine and you knew whatever they’d found wasn’t good. Ubbe piggy backed Ivar so he didn’t miss out as the whole group filtered round the side of the house. Halfdan led you all down the driveway and a little off the road, his face grave.

“We don’t know whose it is but it smells…human.” The first thing you scented was blood. The iron tang laced the air and guided you right to the spot where the hand had been dumped.

At first you didn’t register that someone had dumped a human hand on your home turf. Or that it smelled like Nick until Hvitserk was trying to pull you away from it. Snatching your arm free from his grasp you walked forward in a daze. The Nick's scent grew stronger. Closing your eyes, you could almost imagine he was right there, whispering comforting words and holding you tight. The last few months had been tough between you, but it hadn’t always been like that. Nick had been the one to save you from yourself, he had stopped your destructive tendencies after leaving the pack and he didn’t even know he was doing it. But now Nick was being torn to pieces. It was your fault and you couldn’t save him.

A scream erupted from your chest. The sound ripped through your body, your wolf rising to answer the call of your distress, to be the stronger half and carry the weight of your wounds. Falling to all fours you couldn’t hear anything; not Ragnar trying to talk you out of the change as he crouched beside you, not Hvitserk as he rubbed your back trying to keep you sane. All you could see was the hand, pale and lifeless on the ground, tossed out here like rubbish. All you could think about was Nick in pain, suffering because of you. This was your fault.

You couldn’t have stopped the change, even if you wanted to. Your wolf burst forth in such a rush that the pain barely had time to register. As soon as the change had finished you stepped free of your torn clothes. Sniffing around the site, you could smell Nick and another scent, this one familiar because you’d just experienced it at the hotel. Snarling deep in your chest, you started to follow the trail but Ragnar’s sharp voice cut through the fog of your mind and you stopped to glance at him.

“Not today, hunulv.” Licking your teeth, a rough growl sounded in your throat as you tried to swallow it down. You’d never wanted to challenge Ragnar before, but today you were burning to disobey orders and hunt down the people who had Nick. He was still crouched on the ground, a slight smirk playing on his lips and his blue eyes danced at your dulled down reaction. “Move this. We need to be smart.” He got up with a weary sigh. “Take her home Hvitserk.” You felt his fingers tighten on the back of your neck, tugging you slightly in the direction of the pack house but you stayed facing the breeze. Letting the smells of the woodland flow over you, so much knowledge raced through your mind as you sorted the scents into plants, animals, predators, prey, enemies. Reluctantly, you allowed Hvitserk to lead you back, his hand never leaving your fur and for the first time since you’d been bitten, you didn’t fight him touching you in this form. As you approached the pack house he finally moved ahead, pulling some clothes from the stash next to the door.

“I can only find Ubbe’s…” you let out a huff as you collapsed on the floor. You didn’t care about being seen as the wolf melted away from you, letting your body go back to its original form with no fight whatsoever. Staring up at the sky you could feel the numbness spread through your body, the way you detached from this day as a whole. You didn’t want to remember finding the body, or realising Nick was gone. You didn’t want to believe you’d been on enemy pack territory and you couldn’t face the fact that they were possibly the ones who had Nick. You were a curse, your very existence was all wrong and so you tainted everything you touched.

Hvitserk wrapped you in a blanket and picked you up in one fluid movement. Your fist curled into the fabric of his shirt but you couldn't feel it. You felt like you were staring at someone’s else’s hand and he was carrying a stranger up the stairs to your room. This was your bed but it wasn’t, the curtains he pulled across to block out the rest of the day were yours, but they weren’t. Tears tracked down your face but they didn’t leak from your eyes. Hvitserk’s soft, comforting voice was absorbed by someone else’s ears because you couldn’t hear what he was saying as he crouched before you. His nature coloured gaze cast slowly over your still features as you focused on a point over his shoulder. His thumb swiped your cheek but you didn’t feel the tenderness in his gesture. You didn’t want this happening to you anymore, hoping maybe if you detached enough you’d cease to exist.

“Min søde,” he whispered, brushing some strands of hair back from your face. “I’m sorry.”

[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Four

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 2146

Warnings: drinking, Sigurd making a cripple joke, drunk reader

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Part one Part two Part three

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Something your arrival seemed to have distracted from was the success of the latest raid. “You’ll love it,” Hvitserk told you over breakfast. He, you had soon noticed, was the only morning person of the bunch. Ivar looked even more homicidal while Sigurd was still too asleep to piss him off. Meanwhile Ubbe was still in bed, threatening to cut off whoever’s hand tried to wake him, “We pull out all the stops. Wines, mead, ale, -“

“Is anything not alcohol related?” you joked just as Bjorn walked in. You’d honestly expected him to have breakfast with his father, but Bjorn said nothing as he took a seat beside you. You knew he was tall but him sitting shoulder to shoulder with you made you realise just how not only tall, but wide he was. The man was built like a bear.

“Hello?” Hvitserk said, waving his hand in front of your eyes, “I swear none of you appreciate the morning,” he tutted.

“Die,” Ivar grunted, earning an agreement from Sigurd. You chuckled a little at seeing them finally on the same side.

Still, you shot Hvitserk an apologetic smile. “Sorry Hvitserk I just spaced out,”

“Spaced out?” He asked, even Bjorn looking down in confusion.

“Like got distracted?”

Hvitserk nodded in understanding, but Bjorn wasn’t satisfied, his head tilting even further in confusion. “Why do you say ‘like’ all the time? You always say like at the start of everything its strange,”

“I guess it’s like,” you said, pausing to chuckle at the accident though he didn’t laugh, “I don’t know it’s just how we talk where I’m from. Like how in every conversation someone threatens someone’s life here,” you said, finally earning a crack of a smile from him, “Where I’m from that would be the weird thing,”

“It’s not as if we mean it,” Hvitserk said.

“It’s brotherly love,” You turned to look at Ivar and Sigurd who both just kind of shrugs.

“It’s something all right,” Sigurd muttered. Ivar’s glare said enough on his behalf.

You ignored them both and turned back to Hvitserk with a laugh. After all they were brothers after all. It was all just talk. Surely. “So, if I go wake Ubbe up right now he won’t actually cut off my hand?” This time they all shared a concerned look. Okay maybe not.

“Take back up with you,” Ivar said. “Just encase,”

You sighed and rolled your eyes at the dramatics of all of them “Seriously? Right come on then,” you said, nodding your head at Ivar as you stood.

For a moment you actually saw a slight look of fear wash over his face, “But I’m still eating,” he tried to weasel his way out of it making Sigurd laugh. That was until you turned to him, hands on hip and his eyes suddenly dipped to the floor and the laughing stopped.

You threw your hands up, “He cannot be that bad!” you protested as you headed to Ubbe’s room.

As you headed for the door you heard someone’s chair scrape against the floor following you. You knocked on the door before quickly pushing it open, “Rise and shine sunshine- “

A loud groan came from the lump under the furs that was presumably the grumpy Ubbe everyone had warned you about. He quickly went to sit up and you jumped back when you saw the axe in his hand. Right back into what you soon realised was Bjorn’s chest.

Realization dawned over Ubbe’s face when he saw you, “Oh,” he said, dropping the axe onto the furs, “Sorry I didn’t realise it was you,” he mumbled, collapsing back into bed.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you mumbled, stepping away from Bjorn and hoping he didn’t see the blush covering your cheeks from the previous closeness. Then they went even redder when Ubbe sat up in bed and you realised he had nothing on. “I’m just gonna,” you span around, trying to leave, before almost smacking right back into Bjorn’s chest. You almost gulped before looking up at him, “Sorry,” you mumbled, rushing out past him, not noticing the smirk on Bjorn’s face or the way Ubbe laughed at your antics.

-

Ivar had finished eating by the time you’d returned, and you very quickly insisted on him showing you the market like he’d promised last night. He almost jumped at the chance and debated flinging his knife into Sigurd’s chest when he insisted on joining you both. However, you weren’t out for long before Aslaug sent a thrall to fetch you.

Aslaug had arranged for you to receive another dress for tonight’s festivities since “our guests represent our honour,” and you weren’t going to turn down the clean clothes.

The boys had gone out to do some training leaving you to get ready. You debated doing some makeup, you did have a couple items in your bag after all. “What is that?” Aslaug asked as she and a woman you recognised as Helga walked into the room. You’d been sat at a table in the middle of the house to utilise the little light inside and hadn’t heard them walk in, “Its eyeliner,” you said, showing them the black on your eyes, “Like how you use charcoal on yours,”

“Can I watch?” Helga asked, excitement written on her face as she sat across from you, “What’s this?” she asked, picking up the liquid blush, “It’s so bright!”

“It’s blush,” you laughed, “It’s for your cheeks,”

Aslaug sat next to her, eyeing over the cosmetics, “Like berries?”

“Kind of?” you said, gently taking it out of Helga’s hand so you could put it on to show them,

“See?” you asked patting it in, “Same sort of thing but this lasts a bit longer,”

“Can we try some?” Helga asked and even Aslaug looked interested at the idea. For the next while you helped them apply some moisturiser and blush to ease them into it. you were honestly scared to show them your eyeshadow pallet considering how Helga reacted to a pink blush.

then it was your turn. Apparently, the hair problem was long overdue. Helga was gentle when she brushed but you winced as Aslaug took over the intricate braids. “Do all girls fuss where you’re from?”

By the time she was done however you had to admit it looked beautiful. “You almost look like one of us,” there was almost fondness in Aslaug smile.

Helga looked up with a large grin, “You’ll get used to the pain. You looked wonderful though,”

-

Walking into the bustling hall by Aslaug’s side was both comforting and terrifying. On one hand it meant no one would question you but on the other, everyone was staring. When the boys finally returned Hvitserk was the first to greet you and you happily accepted the ale he offered.

You were sat at a table with the five of them, Hvitserk and Ivar on either side of you, and Bjorn, Ubbe, and Sigurd across from you. However, something the group were quickly realising was their tolerance to ale was far higher than yours. “Do you not drink where you’re from?” Ubbe teased as your cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“We do! I swear I’m not a lightweight. This stuffs just strong!” you laughed.

Apparently, the laugh was infectious as soon they were all giggly. All but Bjorn but for once there was a permanent smile on his face, “What’s a lightweight?” Bjorn asked.

“Someone who can’t hold their alcohol,” you told him, very matter of factly making them all laugh at your drunken confidence, “You lot wouldn’t last one second on a night out at my campus. I’m talking tequila shots, body shots, Jello shots,” you began to drunkenly list off as the boys tilted their heads in amused confusion.

“What’s a shot?” Hvitserk asked making you face palm.

“Oh, I have so much to teach you,”

-

Unfortunately, while the boys were great company and had adjusted well to you being in their groups your presence seemed to disrupt everyone else. It was Hvitserk who first noticed everyone staring at you, but you were too tipsy too care. However, as Ivar and Ubbe drank more both began to glare at the men whose eyes stayed too long.

Despite all the boys warning you about Ivar’s temper they all seemed to ignore Ubbe’s even when he insisted on you all leaving because a drunken Viking tried to hit on you. You however were happy enough to follow them all the edge of the lake and sit on the cold sand with a flask of ale being passed around.

As you were all walking down to the lake Hvitserk, and Sigurd were in a heated debate over which slave girl was hotter while Ubbe carried a giggling Ivar on his back. somehow, you’d ended up at the back of the pack, stumbling down the hill beside Bjorn.

“Woah,” he gasped, grabbing your waist before you could stumble and fall over a tree branch. “Steady,”

“Careful Bjorn,” you grinned up at him, holding onto the arm he offered you so you wouldn’t risk falling again, “Someone might think we’re friends,” you teased.

A smirk quickly showed on his face, a teasing light in his eyes, “Oh? Are we not friends already? I am wounded,”

“Friends don’t try kill their friends,” you pouted but you weren’t able to keep the charade up for long before grinning again like a Cheshire cat.

Bjorn just rolled his eyes with a smile however, “We weren’t friends then. We are now,”

“So, you won’t try kill me again?”

Another eye roll, “I won’t try kill you, no,” he said, shaking his head as he helped you to where the rest of the group had begun to sit.

“Pinky promise?” you asked, pulling out of his grip and extending his arm.

His eyes narrowed, head tilting, “What’s a pinkie promise?”

“Its where,” you said, stepping closer to grab his hand, “You lock pinkies,” you said wrapping yours around his, not noticing the smile on his face, “And promise something. And if you break it, I get to break your pinkie,”

“So, an oath?”

“An oath with a threat,”

“Of breaking a finger?”

“Pinkie specifically but yes,” you grinned, “So do you promise?”

“I promise,”

“Good,” you grinned, pulling your pinkie away from his grip before turning to join the group. You plopped down on the ground next to Ivar who was staring off into the sea, “Hi,” you grinned.

Ivar turned to you, laughing when he saw the wide grin on your cheeks, “Hello,” you could hear a slight drunken slur in his words. “Want some?” he asked, passing you, his ale.

You gladly accepted it, taking a drink of the alcohol you first hated but soon grew to love, “Thanks. You’re always so sweet to me,” you smiled before taking a drink, missing the way Ivar’s cheeks went red at your sweet words. Sigurd however didn’t want you to miss it.

“Aww look at the cripple,” he teased making Ivar scowl, “He’s blushing like a baby,”

You passed Ivar his drink back, noticing how tense his jaw was and quickly checking to see how close he was to his axe. After all you didn’t need to be here when the fall out happened, “Why do you care so much Sigurd?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

Everyone’s eyes seemingly went wide, shocked that your bubbly attitude had so quickly dropped. “you don’t get it,” he tried to brush off, “you’re not from here,”

“Then explain it to me,” you said, sitting up straight, “Explain what’s so funny about Ivar’s legs. Ill wait,”

“Well its just,” he tried to stutter earning a snigger from Hvitserk, “I don’t know it just is. Why do you care?”

You were honestly a bit hurt by that, “because he’s, my friend?” you said it like a question because the answer seemed so obvious.

“Okay well I’m sorry,” Sigurd shrugged, his eyes focused on the ground.

Luckily the night quickly moved on from the brief ugly confrontation however Ivar couldn’t get the reaction out of his mind. He was so used to fighting his own battles that he never even expected someone else to back him up, let alone speak up before him. Despite his bruised ego Sigurd thankfully stayed civil for the rest of the night.

A few hours passed before you all decided to walk home. You were in a world of your own at this point, your eyes fixed on how bright the night sky was with stars with no city skyline or factory gases to ruin your view. You didn’t even notice the stares from the boys or hear Hvitserk and Ubbe talk about how you stood up to Sigurd. For the first time this week you didn’t have a care in the world.

Part five

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The Worth of Water

Author: @punkrocknpearls | Artist: @cnevee, @serasvictoria

Rating: Explicit | Word count: 28,767

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: College is a time to grow into who you're meant to be, but how can you grow when you're stuck in your own head?

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