#alexander ludwig x reader

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WAIT I’VE JUST REALISED THAT I NEVER POSTED THESE PHOTOS ON HERE!!

I present you… Alexander Ludwig with myself (dressed as Clove). Doing my service to the clato fandom one photo op as a time!! And with my best friend (our Katniss - yes she’d got roasted, no she didn’t mind)

[bluemargotrobbie]

Lagertha 😭😞

"Le he roto el corazón a mi hijo ”

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

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💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

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ijustwant2write Vikings Masterlist:

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future / Part 2 / Part 3

Certain Affairs

Rest Beside Me

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

I’ll Be There To Save You

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Harald Finehair:

The Carpenter

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

Impressed.

Pairing: Alexander Ludwig x Reader.

Warning: Fluff?. Flirting.

Summary: Reader is the stunt coordinator for the tv show Vikings during the filming of the third season and meets Alexander Ludwig for the first time who you’ve had a crush on for awhile.

A/N: My first Alexander Ludwig fan fic! Please let me know what you guys think!!

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You and your co worker Travis Fimmel were finishing up some sparring to kill some time while you’re on set. You recently finished up working on some choreography for one of the fighting / battle scenes. 

“Good.” as you defended Travis’s attack, beads of sweat were running down your head and chest.

Your full length tights and your long sleeve, midriff t-shirt that showed some of your abs were also drenched with sweat as you’ve spent the last few hours finishing up last minute choreography for the fight/battle scenes with Travis Fimmel and other cast members too.

You didn’t even hear the door open, Alexander walked in and closed the door behind him, then walked over towards the wall and leaned on the wall and stood quietly as you and Travis continued to work.

Then you toss the Axe in your hand, catching the handle in your hand as the both of you were prepared, then Travis came at you again with his axe in hand, you were ready for his attack.

You dodged his attack, moving swiftly, then you made another attack, Travis dodged and then you both landed a couple of his before you moved quickly and knocked Travis to the ground. 

After standing against the wall for the last few minutes, Alexander was impressed. Alexander had not seen a short woman move in that way in a very long time.

As soon as Travis his the floor, you walked up to him and put your arm out, he grabbed it and you helped pulling him up and back up on his feet, he briefly stood close then side glanced over at Alexander then back at you again.

“It appears we have an audience” said Travis with a small smirk on his face.

Then you turn slighly, showing off your good sides, your left eyebrow raised and then you noticed Alexander pushed himself off the wall and is now walking towards you and Travis with a smile on his face. You’ve had a crush on Alexander for awhile now, your stomach was starting to get butterflies as he looked at you up and down.

“You must be Y/N, Im Alexander, Travis has told me so much about you, so I figured I had to check you out myself.” said Alexander slightly flirtingly.

“Yep, im Y/N, so nice to finally meet you at least Alexander and oh really is this true??” you said as you turned head towards Travis and Travis shrugged his shoulders as he was walking away from the pair of you.

You stood there for a minute as you blushed with embarrassment. You knew that travis was up to something suspicious with all the texting and secret photos he took behind your back.

Some how Travis knew of your crush on Alexander and carefully planned for the pair of you meeting up on this very day and time. You scrunched your face at Travis as he walked away as he grabbed his things, he thanked you for fixing the choreography and sparring lesson before making his way out.

You loved Travis like a brother and he often teased you for almost everything and this day would be another thing he will tease you for a lifetime.

Soon after you grabbed your things and walked back towards Alexander, he was so tall and handsome and he kept checking you out as you walked away and back towards Alexander.

“You free?” asked Alexander

“Sure am.” as you patted your face down with a towel.

Then the pair of you walked out of the training room and out onto the set of Vikings to try to get to know one another a little more.

[groovyzombiellama]

Imagine. Visiting Rome with Alex

Hey Anon, I hope you like it :D sorry it took so long.

[bluemargotrobbie]

LAGERTHA Y EL LEGADO DE RAGNAR ☠️⚔️

Era entendible las miradas de odio de los hijos de Ragnar y aquella bruja...aunque las de Seren también lo eran, perdió a su madre por su venganza pero las de su hijo ...esa si le dolían más. Nunca la había mirado así

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

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🌎: vikings

💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

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1. Bjorn 18+

 

10 years ago

My father was walking around the woods finding planks, and I was following him carrying his tool bag. We had found a couple trees so far, but father stopped when he heard talking. He giggles as he takes a mask off his belt hiding behind a tree. I hide behind a bush watching, and then I see Ragnar coming down the hill with a blonde boy. 

My father jumps out, but the boy doesn't even jump. My father giggles as the boy questions his father who he is. I come out giggling when My father tries to convince Bjorn he knows the trees. 

"Hello (y/n)." Ragnar smiles.

"Hello Ragnar. Seems father has lost his mind again?" I giggle.

"While you vile little girl." My father jumps at me, but I hide behind Ragnar. 

"Floki leave the poor girl alone. You know the Gods only gave her the ability to speak the truth." Ragnar jokes. 

I come out from behind him giggling at my father as he sticks his tongue at me. We all walk around Kattegat, feast, watch the execution, and talk about the raids together. Bjorn and I sat around, and joked until it was time for him to leave. 

Present

After Ragnar took over Kattegat Bjorn, Gyda, and I became great friends. When Gyda died it felt like I lost a sister, but Lagertha took me under her wing. My father calls me Little Lagertha, because I'm always next to her. 

Over the years, I've come to have feelings for Bjorn, and not in a brotherly way. I know I can't do anything about it. I'd make a fool of myself, and I know my father wouldn't be happy. Yes Bjorn was the son of his good friend, and that's the problem. Bjorn is just like his father, he doesn't pick just one girl, and he doesn't even bat an eye. 

"(Y/n) come on they have returned." My mother calls from up the hill. 

I run along with her to the docks as they are tying the ropes. I look around for my father, but don't see him anywhere.

"Where's father?" I start to get worried.

"Just hang on. He might be unloading things." Mother holds my hand tight. 

I hear a giggle in the distance looking over. I see my father with Ragnar, and I take off running to him.

"FATHER" I yell as I jump on him causing us to fall to the ground. 

"(Y/N)!!" He yells back. 

Everyone is laughing at us as we stand up. I smile at Ragnar.

"Welcome home Ragnar." I hug him.

"Thank you (y/n)" He hugs me back. 

I'm standing next to my father listening to them talk about the raid, and I look around for my mother who's probably with Lagertha. I also don't find Bjorn, but it's no clue where he is. I still can't believe my heart belongs to a whore. I'm deep in my thoughts when I'm lifted off the ground with a growling man behind me. 

"BJORN! PUT ME DOWN" I yell trying to get free. 

He sets me on my feet, laughing, turning me to face him. 

"I'm glad you're home Bjorn." I smile up at him. 

"I've missed you." He says low, pulling me to him. "Come with me I want to show you something."

He pulls me along the road to his house. I basically trip over my feet trying to keep up with his bear of a body marching through the streets of Kattegat. When we get to his house I sit at the table as he starts a fire. 

"Did you succeed from the raid?" I ask opening the bag.

He snatches the bag from me, and sits next me. I look at him confused.

"I have something for you in here." He reaches around inside the bag pulling out a beautiful necklace. "In England a queen wears something like this." He places the necklace around my neck.

"But I can't wear something like this. Your mother is more queen than I am." I say playing with the jewel. 

"That's what I wanted to ask you. I need MY queen, and I can't remember a time when you aren't there. You take over my mind, and dreams." 

I look at him in surprise, and he grabs my hands.

"I dream of us traveling everywhere. You one day being round with my children, and us eating with the Gods in Valhalla." He smiles looking into my eyes.

"Bjorn...are you sure? I mean, I'm just a boat carver, who can't even raid. You need someone who can fight alongside you like...." He cuts me off by slamming his lips to mine. 

It takes me a second to kiss back, but when I do he pulls me to his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck as I moan against his lips. He runs his hand down my back as he pulls away.

"You don't have to raid to be my queen. You can still travel with me. Maybe be my personal healer." I giggle at him. "(Y/n) you can't leave my side, or I would be lost."

"Bjorn, if I say yes. I will not share my husband with whores." I look into his eyes.

"If you were my wife I wouldn't need a whore." He leans in growling in my ear as he bites it. 

"Bjorn." I moan, grabbing his arm.

He picks me up carrying me to his bed. As he lays me down he crawls on top of me, and my dress bunched at my hips. He kisses along my collarbone down to the top of my breast. He unties my dress as he kisses along my chest, but when he stops, looking me in my eyes.

"Say yes, and I swear to the Gods I'll treat you like the queen you are, and like the Goddess you should be." He pulls my dress down as he says this in my ear.

"Okay Bjorn." I gasp at the cold air hitting my chest.

He didn't need me to say anything else as he ripped the rest of my dress off me , and kissed down my chest to my stomach. I grab his head lightly as I run my fingers over his hair. I lean my head back as he kisses along my hip, lower stomach, and kisses my lower lips. He pushes my legs back as he licks up my clit, and reaches up with his left hand to grab my breast, his right grabs my hip. My head falls back as my eyes close, and I grip the fur under me. 

"BJORN" I moan out as my back arches.

He softly kisses my thigh as he sits up taking his clothes off, and my imagination has nothing on his body in reality. He leans over me guiding into me causing a gasp to leave my lips. I've never had anything this big, and I feel him fill me completely.

"Gods (y/n) you're so tight." He moans into my neck as he starts to slowly move.

He lifts my legs on his elbow as he grinds into me, and I feel his left hand run down my side to my thigh, gripping it hard. I couldn't stop the scream that leaves my mouth as I throw my head back.

"Bjorn please....I..." I don't know what I was begging for, but he knew.

He started to pound into me, and my body explodes as I scratch down his arm. He groans as he empties himself. He falls next to me on the bed as he tries to catch his breath, and he looks over at me. He pulls me to him with a smirk, and he moves my hair behind my ear as he kisses my forehead. 

''I just realized your father is going to kill me" He laughs out.

"Maybe not kill you just hurt you a little bit." I giggle. "He'd only kill you if you hurt me."

"I would never hurt you. I mean it when I say I only want and need you. I know my past doesn't match my words, but I will prove it to you the rest of my life." He plays with my hair, and he kisses my temple as we get comfortable. 

[asongofmarvelanddc]

Sworn Enemies PT10

PAIRING: Alfred X Reader

WORD COUNT: 7874

WARNINGS: Violence.

SUMMARY: While Alfred and Y/N remain at odds, King Harald’s army moves in. An arrest is made, and Y/N learns of a possible sibling.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9

MASTERLIST

A/N: guess who's back (back back) back again

Apparently it was wrong of you to assume that your wedding night would be between just you and Alfred. Instead, here you were, standing in the middle of your chambers, wearing nothing but a slip and a cloak, surrounded by strangers including a Priest and a few of your handmaidens.

Alfred stood in front of you, also dressed in his undergarments and a long cloak, clearly avoiding your eyes. You weren’t quite sure what was happening, but you trusted him, so you remained silent.

The Priest recited something in Latin as two men began taking off Alfred’s cloak. At that same moment, you felt two pairs of hands on your shoulders, attempting to pull yours off as well. In shock, you shrugged them off and turned to confront your handmaidens.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The two women looked slightly intimidated as they answered, “Undressing you, my – Your Grace.”

You looked at them dumbfounded, “Why?”

The Priest stopped his recitation and turned to you. “Are you not aware of how marriage consummations are carried out?” he asked.

“Of course, I am,” you said, “But if that is what we are doing, why are you all still here?”

No one said a word. You looked between each of the men, waiting for an explanation, but none came. Not until Alfred spoke.

“The Priest has to bless the bed – as he has just done – and then they watch us...get into bed.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. You had not been told that this was going to happen. 

“It is how things are done, Your Grace,” the Priest said.

“I don’t care how things are done,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes and turning to Alfred, “Do you not think this is a little perverted?”

All the men in the room, bar Alfred, let out a horrified gasp.

“Excuse me, just what are you implying?” the Priest asked.

“I am not ‘implying’ anything,” you said, “I am saying that it is none of your business what Alfred and I do - or don’t do - on our wedding night.”

Everyone in the room looked at you like a woman who had just murdered an infant. Alfred sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, “My Lords, may I have a moment alone with my wife?”

They all nodded and began shuffling out of the room, muttering incoherent sentences under their breaths and shooting death glares at you. As soon as the door closed shut, you let out a sigh of relief and visibly relaxed.

“Y/N-” Alfred began with a pleading tone in his voice.

“No, Alfred,” you swiftly cut him off before he could even begin to make a case for tradition, “I will not consummate my marriage like this.”

“I am not fond of the custom either, but it is tradition,” he said, “I'm afraid we don't have a choice.”

You shot him a look and crossed your arms, “And if I told you that in Kattegat we would have to make a sacrifice to the gods, would you do that?”

“We are not in Kattegat, this is Wessex.”

“Yes. And I am not Saxon.”

He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head, You knew that you were putting him in a difficult position, and that the Priest would not be happy if you didn’t go through with this, but nevertheless, you stood your ground. You had already compromised a lot since coming to Wessex, and this was one thing you would not waver on.

Alfred looked up at you, and upon seeing your arms still folded across your chest and your raised brow, he knew there was no talking you into this. “What am I supposed to tell them?” he sighed, finally giving in.

You let out a breath of relief and looked away thoughtfully. “You’re the King,” you said with a shrug, “Tell them whatever you want.”

He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Only for you,” he whispered, a gentle smile on his lips as he walked past you and out of the room.

You walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, letting out a deep breath as you ran your hand over the soft, silky material of the bedding. On the other side of the bedroom door, you could hear voices arguing and assumed that your refusal to do this ceremony was not going over well.

Before long, Alfred returned, shaking his head in annoyance, “We have agreed to dispense with the formalities.”

“You have?” you asked in disbelief.

Alfred shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards you and leaned against the wall, “Well, they were more reluctant than I, but the important part is that we came to an understanding.”

You cracked a smile as you nodded your head, knowing that they probably did not have much choice in that.

Alfred pushed himself off the wall and walked to the other side of the bed. He sat down on the edge, his back turned to you. Although you had been left to your own devices, you suspected that Alfred had only grown more anxious. You could see how tense his shoulders were from where you were sitting.

“Alfred?”

“Yes?”

You hesitated before speaking, “Are you scared?”

“I’m not,” he scoffed, but bowed his head and mumbled softly, “Just nervous.”

You knew Alfred had lived a more sheltered life than most and was not used to intimacy. This would be his first time with a woman, and you remembered how nerve-wracking it had been for you despite being exposed to it for most of your life.

You stood up slowly, removing your cloak in the process and letting it fall to the floor, before walking towards him. He flushed a little as you hiked up your slip and straddled his thighs, but made no move to push you off of him.

He froze as you slipped a hand under his silk shirt and shuddered as you lay your palm flat against his chest. Your lip twitched a little as you flicked your gaze up at him, “Your heart is beating very fast.”

He chuckled nervously and avoided your intense gaze. “Perhaps I’m...just a little bit scared,” he whispered.

You moved your hand from his cheek and brushed his hair out of his face. He let out a deep sigh at your touch and licked his lips nervously.

“You don’t have to be scared with me,” you spoke softly before leaning down and capturing his lips in a kiss.

                             __________________________

“You’re lying.”

“I am not lying, Judith,” you said, “I heard everything. Their plan is to kill Alfred at the War Council. Lord Cyneheard and others are all working together...And Aethelred is their leader.”

Judith looked like she was about to explode with anger. You had told her everything you saw and heard the night before, but she was in denial. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that Aethelred would ever do anything to harm his own brother.

“No,” she shook her head once more, biting her nails anxiously, “No, you’re lying.”

“What reason do I have to lie?”

“I don’t know!” she suddenly yelled before storming towards you, pointing an accusatory finger, “You know Aethelred is the closest person to Alfred. Perhaps you want him out of the way so you can control my son again.”

You let out a sigh of frustration, “Alfred and I are not even on speaking terms.”

“Exactly,” she said, smiling widely like she had just caught you in a lie, “You claim that you are angry at Alfred for betraying you, yet here you stand warning me about an alleged attack on his life. Why should you care if he lives or dies?”

The question caught you off guard. Of course, you knew exactly why. You cared because he was the one who had formed an alliance with your brothers, and without him, it was sure to fall through. 

You cared because he was the father of your child.

Most importantly, you cared because despite everything he had done to you, despite every lie he had told you, you still loved him, and his death would only destroy you.

But you were not about to let Judith know that.

“I don’t know,” you whispered as you turned away from her, your hand resting on your stomach, “I just do, I suppose.”

With a deep sigh, you turned around to face Judith, more determined than ever. “You may not believe me, Judith, but I know what I heard,” you said firmly, fists clenched at your sides, “Now, if you will not do anything to help me, I will find people who will.”

You kept your gaze on her when you finished speaking, waiting - hoping - for a response. If there was one thing that you and Judith should be able to come together on, it's Alfred’s safety. She held your gaze for one long moment, but eventually looked away, shaking her head in denial. 

A defeated sigh escaped your lips as you ran a hand through your hair. You stood there for a moment, trying to come up with other ways to save Alfred’s life. Judith had been your one and only hope, and for a moment, it almost felt like all hope was lost. At least until you remembered that you were not alone in this Kingdom anymore.

“Fine,” you spat as you brushed past Judith and stormed out of the room, “I’ll save him myself.”

                             __________________________

After your heated conversation with Judith, you were in no mood to celebrate Aethelred. Unfortunately, the presence of the King and Queen was required at his wedding - even if he was trying to assassinate said King.

All eyes turned to you as you walked into the chapel and a feeling of deja vu washed over you. Alfred looked surprised when you walked up to stand with him – as if you had much choice in the matter. Standing anywhere else would only draw more attention than you wanted, and neither of you could afford to cause a divide this close to a battle.

You could feel his eyes on you as you took your place beside him, but you didn’t entertain it. Eventually he turned to face the altar.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you both sat, giving the rest of the room permission to do so as well.

You glanced at him for a second, a little surprised, but didn’t say a word. Not when you couldn’t tell whether he was being honest, or if he was simply trying to pull you back into his clutches.

And then the ceremony began.

Once again, you felt Alfred’s eyes on you as Aethelred and his bride recited their vows. The same ones the two of you had sworn to each other almost a year ago. 

This time, when you turned to look at Alfred, you let your gaze linger. The nostalgia overwhelmed you as you felt yourself forgetting everything that had happened recently. All the lies, the secrets, the deception. For a moment, it was just you two, back where you were when you said those vows to each other. When you told the people that you were marrying for an alliance, while secretly being consumed with a blinding love for him. 

And then you remembered that the love was only ever one sided. That the pretence was not for the people as you’d thought at the time, but for you. To keep you in line. 

Suddenly, your eyes began to brim with tears, and you cursed this affliction that comes with pregnancy. You looked away from Alfred, not wanting to let him see you like this. Heartbroken over losing him. 

You rose along with the guests as Aethelred and Ethelfled were pronounced husband and wife, and the couple exited the Church. You discreetly wiped your eyes as they did so, but not so discreet because Alfred caught it.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You turned away from him as you began leaving behind the couple, “I’m fine. Leave it.”

“But you’re crying,” he said as he followed you out, trying his best to keep a straight face to avoid alarming the other guests. 

As soon as you were outside and away from prying eyes, you turned to face him fully, hands on your hips and a scowl on your lips.

“Do you see any tears on my cheeks?” you snapped.

Alfred was bewildered. “No, but I thought I saw–“ he stopped when you raised a brow, “In there, you and I, we– I thought we–“

“You thought wrong,” you cut him off, “You saw what you wanted to see. Whatever you felt in there, you alone felt. I watched your brother and his wife speak the same vows you and I swore to each other...and I didn’t feel a thing.”

He looked like the air had been knocked out of him, “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” you said, whispering it as if doing so would allow you to pretend you hadn’t said it.

His eyes travelled to the ground before turning to leave. He hesitated as he took a few steps away from you, but kept on walking.

You let out a breath as soon as he was out of view, clutching your chest in a futile attempt to numb the heartache. The words were painful to say, but at least now he could stop pretending that the damage hadn’t been done. You knew there was absolutely no way back. It was time he caught up.

“The two of you are fighting,” a voice came from behind you – Bjorn’s.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, “And that makes you very happy, doesn’t it?”

Bjorn didn’t respond. Instead, he watched you carefully, tilting his head as he tried to read you. “What did he do?” he asked eventually.

“It’s none of your concern.”

“You are my sister, and your husband has upset you,” he said, “Of course it is my concern.”

You wanted to tell him everything, not caring if it would only prove his distrust of the Saxons right. You just needed your brother. But you had a duty as Queen to uphold, and now was not the time to cause a rift between your brothers and Alfred. They needed each other to defeat King Harald. 

And no matter how angry you were right then, you certainly didn’t need your brothers committing treason by murdering Alfred for what he had done to you.

“Even married couples fight, Bjorn,” you said, “You should know. How many times have you been married now?”

He chuckled and shook his head, crossing his arms as he did so. “He must have done something terrible if you will not tell me,” he frowned as he brushed past you, “But don’t worry, I won’t ask again.”

                           __________________________

Ubbe had grown close to Alfred in the last few weeks, and you knew that it would not be difficult to ask for his help in stopping the planned assassination. The rest of your family - Bjorn to be specific - proved to be the real task. Still, you managed to bring them all to the dining hall just a few minutes before the War Council and ask for their help.

“So, you want us to help you stop these people?” Bjorn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips, “Why would we do that?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and clenched your jaw. His amusement was making a mockery of the situation. “Need I remind you that without Alfred, your deal for the lands in East Anglia will never be upheld,” you said, “And without him we will all hang...At best.”

Bjorn rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. He knew that you were right, and he hated it. 

“Why can’t you tell your husband and allow his own men to protect him?” he asked, “Or are you still not speaking to him?”

Ubbe’s head snapped towards you. “You and Alfred are not speaking? What happened?”

You glared at Bjorn for exposing your marital troubles before letting out a heavy sigh, “It’s only a quarrel, nothing important.”

“I suppose it explains why you did not attend Ubbe’s baptism,” Torvi said as Bjorn rolled his eyes, “But it is strange that Alfred did not say anything about this to you, Ubbe.”

They began speculating amongst themselves, completely ignoring that you were standing right in front of them. You looked to Lagertha, pleading with your eyes to make them listen to you.

“I don’t think your sister called us here to discuss her marriage, do you?”

You gave her a small nod as they all turned their focus back on you. “I have said all that I need to say,” you said, “I need your help. Please.”

You watched as all four of them - Bjorn, Lagertha, Ubbe and Torvi, shared a look between themselves, and let out a sigh of relief when Bjorn nodded.

“But after this is done, I want all of us to meet back here,” Bjorn said, his eyes on you.

“What about?”

“It is a family matter,” he said as he stood up from the table he was leaning on and walked past you to the door, “I will see you after the meeting.”

                           __________________________

Being a protector had always been a part of your identity. As a child, you protected Ivar from the other children who couldn’t understand why he was different. After your father left, you protected your mother from the enemies who seemed to come from all sides. And now, here you were again, surrounded by enemies and desperate to protect your unborn child and her father from those that wished to harm them. 

You glanced at Alfred standing beside you, blissfully unaware of the danger he was in. Judith stood on the other side of him, looking almost as anxious as you felt. She knew that if there was to be an attack, it would be today. It was clear that a part of her was simply in denial. You could tell by her pale face and anxious eyes that she was on edge.

The sound of Alfred addressing the crowd seemed to fade into the background as you scanned the crowd for Aethelred. Before long, you caught sight of Cyneheard whispering something to a fidgety Aethelred. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the glint of the daggers hidden in their robes, ready to attack.

As you looked around, trying to find either of your brothers in the crowd, you noticed how strange most of the men were behaving. They kept glancing quickly between Aethelred and Alfred, hands hidden in their robes, no doubt gripping weapons. They were waiting for something.

Finally, you spotted Bjorn in the corner of the room and gave a subtle nod towards Cyneheard who now had a firm grip on Aethelred’s forearm as he whispered harshly into his ear. He began making his way towards the pair, his hand resting on the hilt of his axe.

Cyneheard continued to whisper into Aethelred’s ear. That was what they were waiting for - Aethelred. But the man they had put their faith in was hesitating. From where you stood, he looked pale and sweaty. He was breathing hard, averting his eyes quickly when he caught you staring.

For a moment, you wondered if he could actually do it. He might harbour negative feelings towards Alfred, but killing your only brother is easier said than done.

You discreetly raised a hand to Bjorn, asking him to wait as you watched Aethelred shuffle from foot to foot nervously. He wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it.

Finally, he whispered something back to Cyneheard, which enraged the older man and caused him to spit something back in reply and back away slowly. They had lost.

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes, a small smile pulling at your lips. But that relief was short lived when you heard what Alfred was currently announcing to the room.

“I am thankful to all of you, and to God, for allowing me to lead you into battle,” he said, “I know that I have the support of my beloved brother Aethelred, and of Ubbe, Bjorn and Lagertha.”

He turned to look at you earnestly, “And my wife, Y/N, who will be there by my side...as she has been from the start.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched him. How could he say something so foolish? He would only get himself killed. You were fighting to save his life, only for him to endanger it on his own. The irony was not lost on you.

As Alfred concluded his address, you stood speechless and watched him leave the throne room with his guards. Judith approached you, anger evident in her eyes.

“I knew you were lying,” she spat through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Then why was there no attack?”

She waited for a response or explanation – neither of which you had to offer. When she realised that, she turned and left in a huff, relieved that the ordeal was over.

You, on the other hand, knew that it was not. Although you wanted to rush after Alfred and convince him not to join the fight, there was someone more important that you needed to confront.

                          __________________________

It had been a while since you had pressed a dagger against someone’s throat.

You had missed the feeling.

After the War Council, you followed Aethelred and ambushed him just outside his study. There was a short struggle - one that ended with him pushed up against his bookcase with the sharp end of a dagger aimed at his jugular.

“Tell me, Aethelred,” you whispered, “Have you ever seen me angry?”

“I've seen you in battle,” he grunted as he tried to move his neck away from the blade, “It’s nothing special.”

You chuckled lowly and tilted your head to the side. “In battle? That is me at my most calm,” you said, “The only time I get angry – blinded with rage, really – is when someone threatens my family. Just ask King Aelle.”

Aethelred looked down at you, his expression wavering. “What do you want?”

“A confession.”

“A confession? I have not done anything.”

You pushed the blade against his neck, nicking the skin and drawing blood, making Aethelred freeze in place. “You conspired to murder Alfred and take his place as King.”

“I did no such thing!”

“I saw you,” you said, “You and your friends. Lord Cyneheard? Is he your second-in-command?”

He looked away from you guiltily.

“I listened at the door of your secret meeting place,” you continued, “And I heard you plan to murder Alfred today at the War Council, so don’t lie to me.”

Silence as his gaze dropped to the floor. His whole body deflated, arms falling to his sides as he stopped fighting you.

“I did it. I conspired to overthrow my King,” he murmured almost to himself, his brows knitting together, “I tried to murder my own brother.”

You faltered.

You had not expected it to be that easy. That he would admit it without much hassle. And most shockingly, he looked ashamed.

Slowly, you dropped the dagger from his neck and stepped back a little, eyeing him cautiously. “Why did you do it?”

He shook his head, his eyes still on the ground. “It wasn’t my intention for it to go this far,” he muttered, “I was angry after my mother forced me to give up the Crown to Alfred. And, yes, I envied all that he came to be. All that he came to have.”

“The more people accepted him, the more I burned with rage,” he said, his eyes raising to meet yours, “He had taken everything that was rightfully mine and I was left with nothing. Not even our mother looked at me with anything more than disdain.”

You looked away when you caught yourself empathising with him. Sigurd had felt the exact same way about your mother and Ivar. And deep down, there was a part of you that had felt that way at some point too.

“Why you?” you asked, stepping forward, "Why did they choose his own brother to replace him?"

"I have royal blood, the right wife, and most importantly, the correct allegiance," he spoke frankly, "They knew that I would rule like my father did, and that in my hands, Wessex would always come first."

"Wessex has always come first with Alfred."

“They do not see it that way,” Aethelred said, “Alfred was making too many changes in the Church. He offered land to our enemies, and even worse, married a heathen.”

You frowned and folded your arms across your chest. “Was that not always the plan? For Alfred to marry me, have a child that is part Viking and use us to broker peace?”

“It was, originally,” he confessed, “We’d expected you to be with child shortly after the wedding, but it never happened. And then your brothers arrived and you were no longer needed.”

“So what changed?”

“Alfred did,” he said as he moved across the room, “He refused to be rid of you. We'd thought we were the ones deceiving you, but the whole time, Alfred was deceiving us.”

What did that even mean?

“What changed your mind, then?” you asked and stepped closer to him, “Why not take what you wanted? You could have killed him, killed my brothers and I, and taken the throne for yourself.”

His gaze faltered as he looked away from you and walked towards his desk, leaning forward against it, his knuckles pressing down hard on the wood.

“Alfred did,” he whispered almost to himself, “Even without knowing that I had betrayed him, he was somehow able to remind me of the sacred bond between brothers. After speaking with him today…I have never been more disgusted by myself. By the fact that I ever entertained the idea of harming him in any way.”

He turned to face you. “I will never forgive myself for the part that I played in this treasonous act. And I swear to you on my life that I will never betray my brother again."

You didn’t say anything to comfort or reassure him. As far as you were concerned, he deserved to stew in his shame. But you couldn't ignore the sincerity in his tone.

"I told your mother about my suspicions and your plans," you said, eyeing him as a horrified look descended upon his face, "She didn't believe me."

The wave of relief that washed over Aethelred was clear to see, but it only enraged you. How could he escape justice after all that he had done? Were you just supposed to pretend like none of it had happened? Did Alfred not have a right to know that his brother tried to kill him?

"Judith may not have believed me, but Alfred will."

His eyes bulged out of his head as the vein in his forehead began to pulse. He was panicking. Good. You wanted him to feel a fraction of the fear that you felt when you found out about his plans.

"Please. You cannot tell him," he managed to splutter as he stepped closer to you.

You simply eyed him with contempt as he pleaded with you, "Alfred deserves to know what kind of man his brother is."

"Do it for his own sake," he said, "Knowing this will crush him, and he needs to be focused on the coming battle."

Aethelred waited with baited breath as you mulled it over. He was trying to manipulate you, and you knew it. Still, he had a point.

"I'm not so foolish as to believe that anything you say or do is for Alfred's benefit," you spoke curtly, "But one thing is true: Alfred loves you, and I will not be the one to break his heart by telling him about you."

Yet another breath of relief escaped his lips. He bent down against the desk taking in deep breaths and mumbling some sentiment of gratitude.

You couldn't stand the sight of his pathetic self anymore, and with a huff, made a move to leave the study. But you couldn't go without delivering one final warning.

"If I ever suspect that you plan to do something to so much as undermine Alfred, I will hack the bones in your back and carve out your lungs while you still breathe."

                           __________________________

Even though you were late to Bjorn's meeting, you had not missed much. Bjorn had introduced a man who claimed to be Ragnar's son and had a grudge against Alfred. Arguments ensued.

Somewhere amongst the aggression, you heard someone call your name.

"Y/N," Ubbe nudged you with his shoulder, "You've been quiet. What do you think about this?"

You trained your eyes on your alleged brother. Magnus. He kept glancing at Bjorn out of the corner of his eyes, clearly uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze.

Slowly, you stood from your chair and approached him. He held his breath as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"You don't look like us," you observed.

"That hardly proves anything," he scoffed, "You don't look like your brothers either. Nor Ragnar"

"Of course not, I look like my grandmother," you glanced over your shoulder at your brothers, "Bjorn and Ubbe look like Ragnar."

You were quiet again as you continued to stare, this time not just examining his physical appearance, but his story too. None of it made any sense.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to face your brothers with a shrug. "I don't believe him either," you finally said, agreeing with Ubbe and Lagertha.

Magnus suddenly exploded. "How can you say that to me?! After all I've been through to find all of you?"

Bjorn held up a hand to silence him. "Why don't you believe him?" he asked.

"His story does not match Ragnar's. Or anything Ragnar would say or do," you said, "Our father would never say that he loves you. I was his daughter and he was barely able to say those words to me. And if he truly claimed you as his son, he would have told Ivar, so that he could tell us."

"Maybe Ivar kept it from us," Bjorn suggested.

"He wouldn't have kept it from me," you said, then turned to Magnus, "You may very well be Viking, but you are not our brother, Magnus."

His body visibly shook with anger as his face went red and his clenched fists turned white. But instead of unloading all his frustrations on you, he stormed out of the room, muttering incoherently to himself.

Bjorn glared at all of you before standing to leave without a word.

"Bjorn," you called out to him before he left, "Don't believe anything he says. Not about Ragnar, and not about Alfred."

                           __________________________

Ubbe had a plan – a good plan.

Despite this, you remained anxious. The army was riding out in a day, and you couldn't help but feel unprepared.

You'd decided to visit the battlefield to make sure everything was in order. So far everything seemed to be that way, except for one thing.

"Edwin!" you called for your Second who came running to your side, "We need at least three more catapults on the left."

"Yes, Commander," he nodded and rushed off to carry out your order.

Suddenly, the sound of grunting and swords clashing came from behind you. You swiftly turned around, hand on your axe ready to be drawn, only to find Ubbe sparring with Alfred. You would have intervened, but Alfred seemed to be holding his own against your brother, a sight that was surprising to witness.

Alfred smiled when he successfully defended himself against Ubbe's attacks, a smile which faltered when he spotted you standing just a few feet away. You quickly looked away and pretended to examine the catapult. He approached you before long, but chose not to speak as he stood beside you.

"I did not know you would be here," you said, refusing to look at him.

"Ubbe thought I should familiarise myself with where we will be fighting soon."

You sighed and closed your eyes when you remembered the stupid decision Alfred had made to participate in this battle. At least you still had some time to talk him out of doing something so life endangering and foolish.

"Actually, I'm glad you are here," you cleared your throat and looked up at him, "I wanted to speak to you about something."

His eyebrows raised in surprise, “What do you need to speak to me abou–”

“You cannot lead the army,” you cut him off sharply.

“What?”

“You heard me,” you jutted out your chin and folded your arms, “You cannot lead the army, Alfred, you can barely fight.”

“I can fight,” he retorted, “I have been training with Ubbe for months now.”

You scoffed in response, “A few sparring sessions with my brother and you think you are ready to fight a Viking army led by King Harald?”

“Yes.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and buried your face in your hands. Why was he being so stubborn? Especially when you were trying to save his life.

“I am only trying to protect you,” you whispered harshly.

He chuckled softly and cocked his head to the side, “I remember trying to do the same for you only a short while ago.”

“That is not the same."

“Is it not?” he asked rhetorically. He let out a sigh when you didn’t speak. “It is my duty to lead the army,” he said, willing you to understand, “How can I expect my men to fight for this Kingdom, if I will not fight for them?”

You shook your head swallowed the lump in your throat, “You have nothing to prove.”

“Yes. I do.”

“You could die,” your voice cracked as you spoke. You turned away to avoid his gaze, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you still cared.

“I know,” he said and sucked in a deep breath, “Which is why you need to know the truth.”

“Gods,” you rolled your eyes and began to walk away, "I have heard all that I need to hear.”

"No, you haven't," he grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him rather roughly, “Why won't you just let me explain?”

You snatched your arm back. "Because I know what you are going to say," you said, "That you are sorry for lying to me, and that even though it started with deception, you truly do love me now. I know. But it does not change the fact that you have hurt me deeply. Your explanation is not good enough."

"I-," he began in a soft voice, "I am so sorry, Y/N."

You blinked back the tears brimming in your eyes and whispered, "It's not good enough, Alfred."

                           __________________________

The day had come to ride out to battle and neither you nor Alfred had taken the other's advice and chosen to stay back. Judith said her farewells to her sons then, for some reason, decided to escort you out to your horse.

"What was the name you gave, when you came to me about Aethelred?" she asked out of the blue.

Your brows furrowed, "Cyneheard?"

"I thought so," she said, her voice eerily calm as she looked straight ahead, "I know I was a bit dismissive with you, but I assure you, I will do everything I can to get to the bottom of this matter."

You both came to a stop when you arrived at your horse. "What does that mean?" you asked as you turned to her.

"Never you mind," she said as you climbed onto your horse, "I trust you will keep Alfred safe on the field?"

"Of course."

She cracked a smile and walked away to stand with Aethelred's wife. You tried to forget the conversation, but you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was about to happen.

You waited as Alfred approached and climbed onto his horse next to you. He didn't say a word, his eyes instead scanning the crowd before finally settling on one man.

"My Lord Cyneheard," he said, his voice just as calm as his mother's.

"Yes, Sire?"

"You will not be leaving with us today," he continued.

You turned to Aethelred with furrowed brows and noticed just how alarmed he looked.

"Why not?" Cyneheard asked, guilt evident just from his tone.

"Because you are arrested. For treason."

A tiny gasp escaped your lips at Alfred's command. Your head snapped towards Judith as Cyneheard was pulled off his horse and dragged through the mud into the Villa. She simply gave a smirk and a grateful nod before turning to go back inside.

You were still in a daze as you rode out of the compound, shocked by what had just happened, and by the feeling of unease that Judith had managed to spark in you.

                           __________________________

The army had temporarily set up camp as you waited for Ubbe to return from King Harald. He needed to buy enough time for your army to travel around King Harald's if you were to ensure that the battle would be fought on the grounds you had chosen. He would be back soon so you returned to your tent to put your armour on.

The bustling of the men outside served as a reminder of what was coming. You sat glued to a chair as you imagined all the ways this day could go wrong. All the people you could lose.

You thought of your baby, and what would happen to her if you hit the ground too hard, or if you were struck in the wrong place. The mere thought of losing her devastated you, and you knew it would crush Alfred. He would never forgive you.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

It was him now. You could just make out his silhouette through the thin fabric of the tent. Slowly, you pulled on your boots and walked to the front of the tent, hesitant to let him in.

“Y/N...I can see you.”

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips. It wasn’t about him, you were just afraid that talking to him would end in vomiting or tears, and you could do without either today.

“Come in,” you said, opening the flap and stepping aside to let him pass.

He ducked his head as he walked in, looking like a giant in your low tent. He stopped in front of you, eyeing your form as he thought of the right words to say.

“I have been worried about you,” he looked at you earnestly, “I haven’t slept.”

He wasn’t lying, and the sentiment warmed your heart. 

“I have been worried too,” you replied, “Every time I close my eyes, I think about everything that could go wrong.”

"You have been in this situation more times than I," he said, "Is it normal to feel this way?"

"I suppose. But there is something about today..." you sighed as you looked into his eyes, "It feels like there is more at stake."

He held your gaze for a moment as you both stood in a comfortable silence. Until you realised that it had lingered too long and he was standing a bit too close. You looked away quickly and cleared your throat as you stepped back.

"Why did you come here, Alfred?"

He ran a hand through his hair, a thoughtful expression suddenly descending on his features.

"We could die today," he said, "And I needed to see you...and to speak to you-"

"Alfred," you cut him off and turned to grab your sword belt and axe, "You and I are not going to have this conversation today of all days."

"I know, I just," he stopped, searching for the right words, "Before we go out there, I just need to know that you don't hate me."

You raised your gaze to look at him, and your heart sank when you realised just how heartbroken and bereft he was. Suddenly, all the fight, all the anger, was gone, and all that was left was sorrow and an aching heart.

“I could never hate you, Alfred,” you whispered, a hint of shock in your voice at the possibility that he would ever think that.

He perked up at your words, asking, “You don’t?”

“I don’t,” you said, then let out a bitter chuckle, “I have wanted to. And, believe me, I have tried. It would be easier.”

A long stretch of silence followed, neither of you knowing how to go on. Even though you loved him, you didn’t know when — or if — you could ever forgive him.

“I don’t know where we go from here,” Alfred sighed, “Believing that you hated me had a sense of finality, but now…our future seems uncertain.”

You simply shrugged and looked down to secure your axe on its holster, “It always has been.”

“Not to me.”

You flicked your eyes up at him to find him gazing intently at you. He loved you. Deep down you knew it.

A part of you wanted to trust him again. A part of was searching for a reason to forgive him. Why couldn’t you just take that first step?

When you didn’t reply, Alfred let out a short breath and turned to leave the tent.

“Wait.”

He froze in his steps and quickly turned around.

You sucked in a sharp breath. "If you loved me – if you truly loved me – why did you convince your advisors that you were only marrying me to produce a Viking heir?" you asked, "You were already the King, you didn't have to. And why didn't you tell me of your plans."

"What was it you said to me once?" he said, cracking a smile, "As King, I can do whatever I want. But it also means that I cannot do whatever I want."

You remembered saying the words to him, and couldn't believe he did too.

"As for not telling you," he continued, "I foolishly thought that I was sparing you. I realise now how wrong I was."

"You should have moved on after I left, married a lovely Princess," an exasperated sigh left your lips as ran a hand through your hair, "We could have saved ourselves from all of this. Why didn't you?"

"Is it not obvious?" he asked, "I met you, I fell in love with you, and then I couldn't live without you."

You didn't know if you believed him, but you were certain that your heart had skipped a beat.

                           __________________________

It was time.

All the planning, the scheming, and forged alliances had led to this battle.

Atop your horse and staring down King Harald's army, for a moment, none of it seemed real. Your head was still in that tent, going over what Alfred had said again and again.

You glanced at him, proudly sitting on his own horse beside you. He had never looked more like a King – a true leader of his people. Broad shoulders, stern expression, and motivational words. But only you could see the way his lip quivered when he spoke, and the way his hands shook as he held onto the reins.

"Are you afraid too?" you asked and he turned to look at you. He hesitated before answering.

"Yes."

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand, intertwining your fingers as you did so. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at you. You held his gaze and squeezed his hand. No words needed to be said. You both knew what it meant.

                           __________________________

The battle had raged on for what felt like an eternity, and things were not looking good for your side. You had chosen to stay behind and command the archers in an effort to protect your child, but now...

With a grunt, you jumped off your horse and spoke to the soldier beside you, "You have command."

"All of you, with me now," you yelled the order to all the soldiers on your right before charging into battle.

Within minutes of being in the thick of it, you lost count of how many men you had taken down. It was like your body was acting on its own, slaughtering people who were once your fellow countrymen like they were nothing but cattle.

You came up behind a shield maiden who was attacking one of your soldiers and slit her throat. As her body slumped against yours, you spotted Alfred out of the corner of your eye locked in his own battle with a man twice his size. He would never make it out of that alive. Not on his own.

Without a second thought, you threw the body aside and started to run, expertly dodging every sword and axe thrown in your direction. You could see Alfred's face as the weight of his opponent's sword bore down on his shield. He knew he couldn't defeat this man. You willed your legs to run faster.

The next few seconds felt like time slowed down. Your heart sank into your stomach as you realised you wouldn't make it to Alfred. The regret of all the things you wished you had said to him in that tent hit you like a ton of bricks.

You heard yourself scream as the man raised his sword to deliver a final blow. Just as he did, an axe came flying out of nowhere and buried itself deep in his skull.

Aethelred stood just a few feet away, breathing heavily as the man sunk to the floor and a pool of blood gathered around his head. He walked over and dislodged the axe from where it was embedded, then to Alfred to whom he offered a hand.

You froze as you looked on in shock, surprised by Alfred's saviour, but more grateful than you had ever been in your entire life. It was only a moment's hesitation, but you knew you had made a grave mistake the second you felt it.

An arrow in your thigh.

You didn't realise when a strangled cry tore through your throat as you fell to your knees. It sounded like it had come out of someone else's lips. The blood gushed out of you even as you pressed your hand to the wound.

And then a second arrow.

This time, you felt the pain everywhere and you couldn't be sure where you'd been hit. All you could see was an arrow head protruding from your torso, and the excruciating pain that came with it. It was too much to even attempt to scream.

As you collapsed to the ground, struggling to stay awake – to stay alive – the clashing of swords and cries of dying men all faded to the background. You could only hear one thing. Echoes of the same sentence repeated over and over again.

"The Queen has fallen!"

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Where do we go from here? (Alexander Ludwig x Black Reader) AU

(A/N something I started on before my Mac crashed...no idea where it's going if you have any tips/ideas they are welcomed. Also Alex is the lovely Alexander Ludwig. My reader is AFAB and Black Coded. Will update as needed. )

WARNINGS: Mature/18+ MINORS DNI/AGELSS PAGES/BIO will be blocked. Profanity, SEX, mentions of blood, abuse, possible DEATH, Oral (male receiving) I'll update warnings as I go.

“Babes the sheets! Are going to be wet” you shrieked while trying to push him off.

But let’s be honest he’s going nowhere. The feeling of his muscular yet husky body on top of you made you want him take you right then and there. But you knew better, he was going to take his time as he got what he wanted and gave you what you needed. You tried to keep your hands to yourself but you needed to feel him and now.

“Really? I think they’ll survive,” he responds while grabbing a fistful our your hair as he leaves his own marks on your neck.

Lay down, he growls as he steps off the bed to grab a candle. While lining hisself up with your mouth he slaps your breast and let’s out a low moan when he feels your hands cup his balls.

Shit, Y/N, I wanna try something if it’s too much let me know and I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” you say with a smile.

And that’s when it started. He slowly pours the warm wax on your skin and the second your mouth hung open in euphoria he slips his penis into your warm and wet mouth.

“Shit, I love your throat”he announces while slowly fucking your face.

You hum in agreement while he continues to pour the wax on your body, this time rubbing it in while softy pinching your nipples.

You moan from the both the pleasure of his touch and the taste of his precum as it trickles down your throat.

You feel his body tense up you so you reach your hands under his balls and begin to caress them with the saliva while you moan.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as his hips began to pick up his pace and bully his penis down your throat.

The lewd noises that came from both the gurgling and moaning the left your mouth was wild enough to make you cum on your own. You cup his balls as an attempt to push him over the edge.

Yes baby, right there he says through breathy moans. Alexander traces his hands down your chest and slaps your clit eliciting a moan so deep it allows his penis to slip deeper down your throat. All it took was one more wet massage of his balls and a few more pumps from his Hips and you swallowed every drop. Using this at your advantage you begin to continue to suck him off knowing it was sensitive and would make him buck. Alexander looks down and swats your hand away as you try to relieve the building pressure between your thighs.

Aht aht he says, you’re not getting off that easily. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Miss you need to stay with us please if you can hear us blink twice," that was all you heard as you were brought back from the black abyss behind your memory. You begin to cough and reach out to touch the paramedics hand as they try to hold you down. You felt odd like you were having an outer body experience and begin shrieking as you saw the scene before your eyes. Your car was smashed and there was no sign of Alex. "Where is he, where's my husband," you coughed out while the paramedics continued to patch you up and move you towards the ambulance.

"I know you heard me, where is he?"

"Ma'am, please let us focus on your injuries I promise to answer your questions once we have you stable."

"I don't care about me where's my husband, we have to pick up our child from his--" you words began to slur as your pressure dropped.

"Fuck, we're losing her, " shouted the male paramedic.

"Pull off and get her to the hospital now!!.

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Daily Show Drabble - Tyrsday

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Modern!Bjorn

"I can't go, sorry bear." You say softly. "Yes you can." Bjorn replies. He is very convinced of it, too. You shake your head. "I was too late getting admittance." You reply. “I bought you a ticket.” Says Bjorn. You gape at him. "You should not have!" You tell him. Bjorn grins widely at you. "But I know it makes you happy." He says.

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him, full on the lips. Bjorn freezes for a moment, but then kisses you back. Despite the kiss, he is still grinning like a loon. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you clean off of your feet. You giggle against you lips and wrap your legs around his waist.

You kiss for a good few minutes.

Then Bjorn puts you back down. "Damn girl." He smirks down on you. You can't help but blush a little. "I have always wanted you to do that." Bjorn says. You flush ever darker. You have always wanted to do that as well.

[sirensmojo]

“Father Again” - Bjorn Ironside x Reader

Summary: Imagine you’re married to Bjorn Ironside and pregnant with your first child. He worries about him being a father again after he has failed with his other children.

(pic’s not mine, credits to its owner) 

Warnings: pregnant!reader, daddy bear!Bjorn, fluff

* Masterlist *

Bjorn was already quite excited when you told him you were pregnant but his madness has reached another level when your bump was noticeable. He always wanted to touch it and talk with it. Although you were excited to see him in such a joy, you were worried about how the people will look at him being so silly... After all, he was Bjorn Ironside, king of Kattegat and a ruthless warrior.

The day has come and as you open your eyes you feel the huge calloused hand of your husband on your baby bump. A smile appears on your lips and your eyes search for the face of the hand’s owner. He was deeply sleeping, he seems so peaceful and vulnerable. Every morning since you told him you were with a child you’d been blessed with this view. One of your hand cups his face as he growls, you get closer and connect your nose with his and slowly close your eyes. “Hi...” he whispers and your eyes opened “Hi my dear” you reply softly, rubbing your hand on his cheek. He kisses your forehead and looks forward to your belly “Hi you” he says leaving kisses on your nightdress “I hope you slept well, child” and as he talks your feel a kick from the inside of your bump. Bjorn glances at you and chuckles then look again at your belly “I can’t wait to see you too but for now you have to grow stronger until the time has come”.

You didn’t do anything today, the little being in your belly continued to kick your skin and it was exhausting. Bjorn was out all day long so you stayed in the great hall with some trails to keep you company. When the moon was out, you moved in your chamber waiting for your husband’s return.

Finally, he enters the room, you smiled as you thought he would rush to you to touch your skin and talk with his child again, like every other night but when he passes by without even looking at you you furrow your brows and stand back up. You place one hand on your stomach and the other on the bed to support you as you get up. Then you walk toward Bjorn silently and put a hand on his shoulder “What is it you have my love?” you ask calmly. “The gods have truly blessed me with a woman like you by side right?” he looks through the windows more looking into the void than at anything. You sneak your finger on his neck as you move to stand in front of him “And they blessed me with a man as kind and as good as you Bjorn” you let out raising your brows. “You know this is not my first child Y/N” he asks as he nervously moves his shoulders while wrinkles appear on each side of his eyes and you nod lowering your eyes “As much as I’m not your first wife” you whisper and he puts his hand on your hips “Talk to me Bjorn,” you ask again lifting up your eyes to staring into his. “I was a terrible father to my children Y/N. I worry about doing the same mistakes with this one” he admits. Your heart was broken hearing your husband doubts about him not being enough for this child, but you knew he was right when he said he wasn’t a good father to his children, he once told you about that part of his life. “The settings are different my love” you let out as you pull down his head so you could press your forehead to his. “I am the same” he sighs trying to escape your gaze. You lean in for a kiss and seal your lips together, he pulls you closer to him carefully and lean his hand on your neck. You finally break the kiss and put a hand on his cheek “Have you ever felt what you feel when you kiss me?” you simply ask and he shakes his head. “So you have changed my love, just like the caterpillar change into a butterfly, like a winter change into spring, you have changed” you smile to him “There is no reason the sweat and benevolent lover you are to me will be an awful father, no reason. The gods gifted us with each other as they gifted our child with a father like a man you are now. Nothing else matters Bjorn” you continue. It seems like you’ve eased Bjorn’s mind and fear because he kneels down and puts his ear to your baby bump as he gently strokes your skin through the fabric.

“I’ll be ready when you come” he simply says and you couldn’t help placing your hands around his face as you fondle the skin of your Viking.

[ijustwant2write]

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig x Reader

Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Could you possibly do something for Alexander Ludwig? Y/N is his girlfriend, they’ve been together for a while but the media is trashing/making up rumors and it’s taking a toll on the relationship. The ending could be on the sweeter side.'

Characters: Alexander Ludwig x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Verbal abuse, arguments but lots of fluff!

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“And that’s a wrap for today, well done guys!” the director shouted out, some people clapping as others cheered. 

I smiled as Alexander walked towards me, still in his Bjorn getup. I couldn’t deny the fact that he was sexy in his costume, especially when acting this brutish character. He leaned down to kiss me, but I giggled and backed away, not wanting to get any fake blood on my face.

“First you wash up, then I’ll give you a kiss.” I stated, still trying to avoid his arms grabbing me.

“You’ve been on set all day, and not once have I been able to even talk to you, let alone kiss you. Come on, don’t I deserve one kiss?”

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. He pretended to frown, looking angrier with his costume on. We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. I took his hand and dragged him to his trailer, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

We hadn’t seen each other for months due to his filming and my work. Luckily I was due some time off and he was coming to the end of filming for Vikings, and our schedules finally worked together. I had decided not to tell him that I was visiting, wanting to surprise him. However, because I was so nervous and paranoid, the paparazzi had snapped me running down the street with my suitcase (due to the fact that I was running late for my plane), following me for the rest of the day; they wrote headlines about me running off to see my secret lover, or fleeing from the relationship without a word. As soon as I got off the plane, my phone was blowing up with messages and missed calls, voicemails from Alexander wondering where I was going. He didn’t believe the headlines, he never did, but the way they made the pictures look made it seem like I was in some sort of trouble. 

And this wasn’t the first time it happened, for some reason there were never any nice news about us, it was always a scandal with them. I knew that I shouldn’t let it get to me, that this was what I signed up for when I got into a relationship with Alexander. He had never doubted me, and I him whenever these stories came out, but after so many stories coming out, it’s hard to ignore it, and ideas start coming into your head, it gets very tiring.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Marco’s voice call out as Alexander entered his trailer.

“Marco!” I squealed, hugging him as he approached me.

“Oh, so he gets a hug but I don’t.” Alexander teased.

“Well if you go inside and get cleaned up, you’ll get one.” I grinned back, winking at him as he smiled and closed the door.

“It’s good to have you back. Alexander really need it too.” Marco said.

“Yeah, some of the others mentioned his mood dipping. I didn’t realise how much I needed this too. It’s always so long we’re away from each other.”

“We’ve all missed you too you know.”

“And I’ve missed you all! Feels nice to have everyone back together again, even if it is whilst you’re still working.”

Marco and I kept on talking as Alexander got changed. I had started dating Alexander when he was halfway through his first season of filming, meaning that I had grown close with the other cast members. All of them were welcoming when I first met them, and over the years they became a second family. As we kept chatting away, the weather got colder, and I had only a small jacket on me. Being the close friends we were, Marco and I huddled up, laughing as we looked like weirdos as we talked so closely to each other.

“What are you two doing?” Alexander chuckled as he saw me and Marco sharing his coat.

“We got cold.” I shivered.

“Why didn’t you just come inside?”

“That would have made more sense.”

Marco laughed.“We were having our bonding time! Anyway, I suppose I best leave you two alone, don’t really want to be third wheeling.”

“Aw, you’ll never be a third wheel-”

“Yes, he is. Sorry Marco, gotta get going.”

“I understand. I’ll see you both tomorrow, OK?”

We said our goodbyes before Alexander practically ran away with me. I could tell that he had been frustrated that we hadn’t spent enough time together, and I completely agreed with him. We weren’t wasting any time right now, because we never knew when we could have this much time together again.

Waking up the next morning, I immediately felt excitement as I remembered that Alexander had the day off. As I rolled over in bed to hug him, I was met with an empty space. Glancing at the clock, I didn’t find it unusual, seeing as it was ten o’clock. I got up and went to the kitchen, wondering where he could be. Smiling when I spotted him at the breakfast bar, I sneaked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso, kissing his cheek too.

“Morning. What are we up to today? I know we haven’t planned anything but we could still go out.” I asked, waiting for him to answer but he remained quiet.“Babe, you alright?”

I peaked over his shoulder, seeing that his focus was on his phone.

“They’ve done it again.” he muttered.

“What?”

“Those pieces of shit, why do they always do this?” 

I took his phone from him, worried when I saw the angry look on his face. He was looking at a news article, the title ‘Secret Love Affair?’, a picture of me and Marco huddled together. We were sharing his coat, obviously our faces were close, and it made us look somewhat romantic how they had photographed us. As I read the small article, it kept spinning lies about how I was cheating on Alexander right in front of his face, how devious I was, how sneaky I could be. I started tearing up, placing his phone back on the bar.

“You don’t believe it, do you?” I squeaked out.

“Of course not!” he snapped back.

“I don’t understand why they keep doing this. Why do they want to target us?”

“Because they’ve got nothing better to do.”

I heard my phone vibrate, notifying me of a text. What I hadn’t realised was that I had multiple texts and notifications from my social medias. There were so many mean comments coming my way, calling me the worst names in the book.

‘She’s a whore!’

‘Why can’t Alex see that’s she’s using him?’

‘Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s slept with the whole cast.’

Then came the texts from friends. Some were concerned, knowing that this was complete bullshit; those who I thought were friends had other things to say.

‘This again (Y/N), really?’

‘I believed you before, why would they keep writing this about you though?’

‘Does Alexander know? When are you going to stop doing this, he doesn’t deserve it!’

I couldn’t help but burst into tears. It was all too much, and happening far too often. The world saw me as this evil, manipulating bitch that didn’t care about anyone but herself; I didn’t even have a chance to prove them wrong! It was starting to effect my friendships and more importantly my health. I found myself constantly paranoid of the paparazzi, always checking what I was wearing, how my expression was whilst I was walking, who I spoke to, and so forth. It was draining, and a simple trip to see my boyfriend should be relaxing. Yet here I was, crying my eyes out over a stupid, lying story. 

“I-I need to leave.” I sobbed.

“Leave? Why would you leave?”

“I don’t deserve this Alex! Why am I being targeted when I’ve never done anything wrong?! I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you. So why is this happening?”

“This effects me too! I can’t be in the media like this, this effects my work.” 

My eyes widened at his statement.“What about our relationship? People think I’m a stone cold hearted bitch who’s using you and you’re worried about your career?”

“Yes, because I’ve worked hard to get where I am, I can’t let it crumble just because a news article decides to write utter lies about us.”

“About me, they don’t once mention you, and when they do, it’s pitying you for even being with me!” I shouted, getting riled up that he wasn’t supporting me.

“I don’t get why you’re shouting at me, I haven’t done anything!”

“You’re not supporting me-”

“What do you want me to do? I can’t get rid of this.”

“Just forget it then!” I screamed before retreating back to our room, slamming the door in the process.

I cried silently on the bed, not wanting Alexander to hear me and come check on me. I couldn’t fathom the words he just said to me. Why was he angry at me? He knew that I would never do anything like that to hurt him, it was an impossible idea for me. Why people cheated in the first place shocked me, it was heartbreaking. If you didn’t love someone anymore, why would you put them through anymore pain? And with people doubting my intentions, I could feel the sadness building and building. Nothing would make me happier in that moment than having Alexander hold me close and comfort me. 

I had stopped crying, staring into space for what seemed like forever. There was no motivation for me to move. It gave me time to think over everything. Would it be easier, better for us to part ways? I loved him with all my heart, but was all this pain worth it?

Alexander slowly opened the door, standing there for a few seconds. He closed it after him, coming to lie down beside me. My eyes lowered, looking down at my hands. Alexander’s hand took mine, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“No, I’m sorry.” he said back, his voice raspy. He must have been crying too.

“I understand that your career is important. I shouldn’t have made it about me.”

“It is about you though. I thought about what you said, how it made you feel. If someone was repeatedly spreading horrible lies about me, I would feel pretty shit too. I called my manager, said that something needed to be done about it. They’re thinking it over, they also think it’s awful what they’ve done.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry for bringing this on you-”

“You haven’t done anything.” he cupped my cheek, making me look at him.“You’re my girl, and I won’t let anything like that happen to you again. Just know that I’ve had so many messages from our friends, angry about what’s happened. They were worried cause you weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off. Couldn’t stand to see another message.”

“That’s understandable. I managed to get another day off tomorrow, I thought we’ll stay in today, and show those paps what an amazing relationship we have.”

I grinned, pulling him in for a long kiss.“I love you.”

He kissed me again, holding me close, like he would never let go.“I love you too.”

[normatural]

Bjorn Ironside

Multi chapters fic:

I’ll be there for you

Part 1 | Part 2

One shots:

I own myself

Ocean talks

Morning Issues

A new phase

Farewell, my love

Midnight Affair

Last update: 19.10.2019

[ficstoreadinthedark]

How Ragnarssons Comfort you After a Bad Day

modern au (?)

Bjorn -

          Hears you let out a disheartened sigh upon closing the door behind you.

        He drops whatever he’s doing and meets you at the door, he walks over to you his eyes filled with concern

He takes notice of your quivering bottom lip, as he cups your face in his sizable firm hands

“It’s okay,” he assures as he kisses your forehead

“Everything is going to be okay.”

And just like that, you sink into his arms as he holds you close, you feel sheltered from the world.

Ubbe -

Sees you sitting at your desk with a perplexed expression

He knows you’ve been a little overwhelmed the last few days; as if you were constantly playing catch up.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Ubbe” you doubt

He’d let his hands gently glide over your shoulders, releasing the tension in your muscles; placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“I know you can.”

You respond with a look of skepticism.

“You’re the most resilient person I know.” he assures as he takes a seat next to you, “Now let’s get started, and we might actually get some sleep before sunrise,” he encouraged.  

You felt grateful for having Ubbe by your side.

He may not completely understand your work, but he never let you feel lonesome; which included him pulling all-nighters with you. Even if he really didn’t have to, but he would insist.

Hvitserk  -

Would come home and notice you’re not as upbeat as usual, just by the slightest difference in your voice.

He’d prepare your preferred warm drink and present it to you in your favorite mug.

He’d make you make space for him on the sofa as he threw a fleece blanket over you.

He’d lean your head on his chest as you curled up on the sofa with him. 

His scent alone was comforting.

One arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing circles down your arm, while the other hand he held his own mug.

He’d tilt your chin up to meet your eyes, “What’s wrong?”

He’d attentively listen to what was on your mind. 

He’d reassure you tomorrow would be a better day, as he’d kiss the top of your head.

Sigurd -

Would catch on that you weren’t in the best of spirits as you were quieter and seeking more of his affection. 

He’d take note you weren’t in the mood to talk as you were keeping what was on your mind to your self

He’d remind you if you wanted to talk he’d be willing to listen

“Sing to me?” you suggested, nothing but above a whisper

As you lay your head on his lap he’d gently caress your hair

His soothing voice pacified you, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier.

“Shh, you’ll feel better if you rest.” he encouraged you into a slumber, with him soon following suit.  

Ivar -

Instantly knows something is wrong when you make a beeline to the bedroom, dropping your things on the floor.

He follows suit, leaning on the door frame, “Whose ass do I have to kick?”

“What?” you look at him puzzled.

“I mean it, whoever or whatever, just say the name.”

“Ivar, you are not beating anyone,” you say sternly before letting out a small chuckle.

You cup his face in your hands, “Thank you for your fervor, but it’s not a big deal, it’s nothing.”

You’d turn to start undressing to change into something more comfortable, shortly you’d feel Ivar’s arms snake around you. 

His head resting on top of yours, “I’d say its something if it made you upset.” He’d place a kiss on the crook of your neck. “Tell me, what can I do?”

“Just hold me.”

He’d lead you to your shared bed, lay you on his chest, your breathing syncing to his.

You’d lay in silence listening to his heartbeat, calming you.

“Ivar?” you break the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my unconditional.”

“Always.” he guaranteed as his fingers tangled with yours.

- No gifs are mine all credits as tagged below image-

Yay! My first post, I thought of this a few days ago when I was feeling a little down. If any of you are feeling a little gloomy I hope this makes your day at least a tiny bit better. :)

[groovyzombiellama]

Imagine: Playing the Ragnarssons sister on Vikings and dating Alex in real life

Hey Anon I hope you like it :) If you don’t please let me know and I’ll fix it :)