#anne x ivar

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Historical September

For each day of September I will be creating crackships from various medieval / historical / fantasy tv series and films. If you have any suggestions please message me and I will add it to this list.

You can pick anyone for this as long as they belong to one of the main themes. Updated: 22 / 09 / 2024

Matt Smith [Daemon Targaryen - House of Dragon] x Adelaide Kane [Mary, Queen of Scots - Reign]

Tom Hiddleston [Loki Laufeyson - MCU] x Olga Kurylenko [Etain - Centurion]

Luke Newton [Colin Bridgerton - Bridgerton] x Hailee Steinfeld [Emily Dickinson - Dickinson]

Ewan Mitchell [Aemond Targarygen - House of Dragon] x Caitlin Stasey [Kenna de Poitiers - Reign]

Sam Reid [Lestat de Lioncourt - Interview with the Vampire] and Paul Wesley [Ripper!Stefan Salvatore - The Vampire Dairies]

Daniel Gillies [Elijah Mikaelson - Viking/Medieval!TVD/TO] x Millie Brady [Aethelflaed - The Last Kingdom]

Regé-Jean Page [Simon Basset - Bridgerton] x Natalie Dormer [Anne Boleyn - Tudors]

Olivia Cooke [Alicent Hightower - House of Dragon] x Jodie Comer [Princess Elizabeth - The White Princess]

Anya Chalotra [Yennefer - The Witcher] x Katheryn Winnick [Lagertha - Vikings]

Freya Allan [Ciri - the Witcher] x Skander Keynes ]Edmund Pevensie - Narnia]

Elle Fanning [Aurora - Maleficent] x Julian Morris [Phillip - OUAT]

Adelaide Kane [Mary, Queen of Scots - Reign] x Nicola Coughlan [Penelope Bridgerton - Bridgerton]

Ruby Stokes [Francesca Bridgerton - Bridgerton) x Jessica Parker Kennedy [Max - Black Sails]

Caitlin Stasey [Kenna de Poitiers - Reign] x Alex Høgh Anderse [Ivar the Boneless - Vikings]

India Amarteifio [Queen Charlotte - Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story] x Aidan Turner [Ross Poldark - Poldark]

Jacob Anderson [Louis de pointe du lac - interview with the vampire] x kat graham [1920s!bonnie bennett - the vampire diaries]

Kristen Stewart [Snow White - Snow White and The Huntsman] x Mads Mikkelsen [Tristan - King Arthur]

Jonathan Rhys Meyers [King Henry VIII - Tudors] x Eleanor Tomlinson [Demelza Poldark - Poldark]

Luke Pasqualino [D'Artagnan - The Musketeers] x Emma D’Arcy [Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon]

Cillian Murphy (as Tommy Shelby) and Nina Dobrev (in The Vampire Diaries as Katherine or Elena)

Claudia Jessie (Bridgerton) x Patrick Gibson (Shadow and Bone)

Johnny Flynn [mr. Knightley - Emma 2020] x Ruby Barker [Marina Thompson - Bridgerton]

Anya chalotra [ the witcher] and bridget regan [legend of the seeker]

Anna Popplewell [Reign] x Sujaya Dasgupta [Shadow and Bone]

Morfydd Clark [Galadriel in The Rings of Power] and Sean Teale [in Reign or Rosaline]

Patrick Gibson [as Nikolai Lantsov] and Kate Beckinsale

Georgie Henley in The Spanish Princess and Ben Barnes in Shadow and Bone

.

.

.

[i-am-the-queen-of-england]

little blessing

it was no secret of the rumours of ivar being unable to please a woman which would therefore mean no heirs,but recently with his wife he was very confident that he could and would have heirs.she showed him that he was indeed very able to satisfy a women,im more ways than one.

a battle,a battle between the Christians and the vikings,he had to leave his pregnant wife with a heavy heart and sad eyes he left a sweet kiss to his wifes lips and belly before boarding the ship nodding his head to go

~~~

"now my lady push!"sweat beaded her forehead,her maiden wiping the gathering sweat of her forehead as her mother held her hand, a blood curdling scream left her lips as she pushed her hardest trying to bring their little blessing into the world "again my lady!"another sharp pain struck through her as she let out another scream and pushed "one more my lady you're nearly there"

"one more my sweet girl and you shall have your little blessing," little blessing,her and ivars little blessing, a name ivar had said so often 'my little blessing,our little blessing' she let out another push and her head fell back into the pillows as a large cry was let out,she smiled tears streaming down her face,the room was quiet as they wiped the small baby down

"a boy your majesty," she felt her heart leap in joy,an heir,a true heir,she kissed her mothers hand, and lifted her arms as they placed down the little bundle in her arms

"a look at that, he has so much hair already," she pushed the light brown hair of his head smiling as her babies eyes twitched and opened taking in their surroundings "oh you are indeed your fathers son,"ocean blue eyes thick lashes framing them much like ivars

"hes a beautiful little thing my sweet girl" her mum scooped her daughters thick hair to her shoulder running a brush through her curls before tightly braiding it with some simply pearls

she nodded a tear escaping her feline eyes as she kissed her boys head

~~~~

ivar licked his lips as the men loaded the jewels,gowns and rich fabrics he had got for his dove were loaded on carefully to the ship tightly strapped down,a hard slap to his shoulder brought him out of his trance

"well little brother you have truely went all out on this raid for your Queen," ivar grinned at hvitserk shrugging as he shuffled onto the boat

"she deserves everything hvitserk and i plan to give her it,"hvitserk smiled fondly,ivar wouldn't admit it but he was completely soft for his little queen "are you planning to stay there brother,"hvitserk pouted shaking his head running onto the boat poking ivars head

~~~~

Anne stood at the docks the small child wrapped in thick white furs little red cloak over his head,Her head snapped up as the ships landed in the docks, she smiled placing the baby under her thick black cloak making sure her black fur covered her boy

"my love!" she fisted her purple gown lifting it up she ran to the front of the docks where ivar stood,he opened his arm and she carefully ran into him,he clasped his hand onto the back of her head placing a deep kiss to her head

"oh my sweet sweet," his sentence was cut off as a small cry could be heard,a smile laced his face "you had the baby?"he questioned she nodded revealing the small child "oh,our little blessing,"he stroked the childs face brushing over his long lashes and little nose

"its a boy,"she smiled at the sweet interaction between the two he looked round smiling an arm out by his side

"i have a son,"he whispered "i have a son!" he screamed, cheers erupted flowers were thrown from the boats,the hills,and the crowd behind them,roses deep red roses "thank you,thank you,"he stroked her soft neck brushing his finger over her rosy cheeks

~~~~

she woke up hearing a soft thud and a curse, she moved from her bed shifting her night gown off the bed

"ivar, is that you ,love?" she turned the corner a tired expression lacing her pretty face,as she turned the corner coming face to face with a smug ivar and six wooden crates covering the floor "what are these?" she kneeled infront of a box that was lying down trailing a hand over the jewels encrusted in it

"gifts, for you,i brought them back from the raid," she looked up grabbing his hand to give it a kiss, dropping to the floor he unlocked the chest revealing silks, velvet and stains "i know how much you like your pretty fabrics," he smiled grabbing her leg squeezing the soft flesh through the light fabric

"I love you," he watched as she turned round hair shifting round her back "I love you with my entire being and I am yours," she watched him,took in the small scars engraved in his face the slight stubble he had gained,his bright eyes framed with thick lashes, his hair that sat back thick and long, he smiled crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes

"I love you, and I am yours,"her breath caught in her throat knowing ivar had only ever truly loved his mother, he leaned in a taking her bottom lip in both of his softly kissing her rosey lips closing her eyes and placing a hand on his broad chest she savourd the feeling of his lips on hers for it had been to long that she had been without it

a cry erupted from the bed room causing them to both jump back then giggle slightly

"would you like to see him?" ivar raised an eyebrow already trailing his way to the bed room

"is that even a question?" he pulled himself up onto the bed, looking over into the crib "oh he's wonderful my love, look at that hair he takes that from you,but those eyes are from me," lifting the baby up he passed him to his awaiting wife,watching as she took of her red cover up loosening the lace at the back of her night gown "you're going to feed him?" she looked up sliding the dress of her shoulder revealing her breast smiling as the baby greedily latching onto her mother

"of course i am,i want no other womans breast near him,i will feed all my children from my breast,"another eyebrow raise was earned from him

"all your children?" he grinned a wolfish grin leaning over the her "you want more?" she nodded shifting her little boy in her arms

"I'm going to give you more princes and princesses than you can imagine,one child isn't enough,i want us to have happy memories with all our little children,i want us to have a legacy that will continue for a thousand years,i just want to make a happy little family with you,my love," looking up he kissed his boys head and her soft hand "will you give me more baby's?" he nodded vigorously

"of course i will there is nothing i want more than mini me and you running around kattegat," lifting the baby after his feed he placed him gentle into his little crib watching as he looked up to his father blinking profusely

~~~

this was really short, and it came out better in my head although i kinda like it.

i hope you enjoyed it and ill see you hopefully in my next post!!

[littlemoonchildbear]

FOLLOW MY CROSS STITCH BLOG=> @craftingdreamswithart

TAKE A LOOK AT MY PATREON!!!!

Embroidery

Anne With an E (bookmark)

Barbie (bookmark)

Ed Sheeran and Guitar (keychain)

Fox  (bookmark)

Hvitserk

Hogwarts  (bookmark)

RM mono (canvas)

Ubbe (keychain)

Poetry

Forgotten

Vikings - One-shots

From: Ivar

From: King Ragnar Lothbrok

I’m Losing Him (Hvitserk x female oc)

That Night (Hvitserk x reader)

Maze Runner - One-shots

Gally’s Arrival (Gally x female oc)

[annefic]

I meaaann Zara being married to a bloke doesn't exclude her being attracted to women as well as men so the rumour might still be right but more to the point there is actually a gay Mountbatten although I can't remember who. I do remember that his husband didn't get the same title as him, but maybe because you can't have two Lord/Lady of X at the same time and giving their spouse a lesser or totally different title would be weird. lol sorry to bring your blog so off topic from Anne.

Ah, yes, that's Ivar! Wild that his ex-wife walked him down the aisle, of all people:

I think you're basically right about the title, though it may also be related to the whole thing with who in a marriage is supposed to outrank whom and who can derive titles from whom - it may be that only women can derive from the husband, no vice-versa or same-sex derivations, because that would result in the derived title outranking the Actual titleholder - the same way Philip was prince consort rather than king so he didn't outrank Liz

[porlockstompf]

Reading de Nacht Reading 2019

                              my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

martin hägglund "this life why mortality makes us free" (2019)

postcyberpunkstompf:

01 ken liu (ed) "broken stars: contemporary chinese sf in translation" (2019)

02 cory doctorow "radicalized" (2019) 03 dave hutchinson "the return of the incredible exploding man" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "nomads" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "thumbprints" (1978)   + dave hutchinson "torn air" (1980)   + dave hutchinson "the push" (2009)   + dave hutchinson "the villages" (2002)   ... damn that elusive "paradise equation" (1981) ... 04 tade thompson "rosewater" (2016)   + tade thompson "rosewater insurrection" (2019)   + tade thompson "rosewater redemption" (2019) 05 desirina boskovich (ed) "lost transmissions: the secret history of sf & f" (2019)

06 hannu rajaniemi & jacob weisman (eds) "the new voices of science fiction" (2019) 07 gardner dozois (ed) "the very best of the best: 35 years of the year's best science fiction" (2019) 08 jonathan strahan (ed) "the best science fiction & fantasy of the year, volume thirteen" (2019) 09 robert markeley "kim stanley robinson modern masters of sf" (2019) 10 allan kaster (ed) "the year's top hard sf stories 3" (2019)

11 olivier girard (ed) "bifrost 96 la revue des mondes imaginaires: william gibson" (2019) 12 mario guglielminetti "web is over. parabola ed esplosione di ubuweb, l'antiprofilo" (2019) 13 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars: dark frontiers" (2019) 14 baoshu "the redemption of time" [2011] (2019) 15 cixin liu "the supernova era" [2003] (2019)

16 l. x. beckett "gamechanger" (2019) 17 gareth l powell "fleet of knives" (2019) 18 chen qiufan "waste tide" [2013] (2019) 19 derek künsken "the quantum garden" (2019) 20 gregory benford "rewrite: loops in the timescape" (2019)

21 james s.a. corey "tiamat's wrath" (2019)   + james s.a. corey "auberon" (2019) 22 jim al-khalili "sunfall" (2019) 23 peter f hamilton "salvation lost"  (2019) 24 neal asher "the warship" (2019) 25 jonathan strahan (ed) "mission critical" (2019)

26 jack mcdevitt "octavia gone" (2019) 27 elizabeth bear "ancestral night" (2019) 28 ian mcdonald "moon rising" (2019) 29 carmen maria machado (ed) "the best american sf & f 2019" (2019) 30 valerie valdes "chilling effect" (2019) 31 simon morden "bright morning star" (2019)      + s. j. morden "no way" (2019) 32 neil stephenson "fall or, dodge in hell" (2019) 33 graham edwards "string city" (2019)

klassikstompf:

01 arno schmidt "bottom's dream" [1970] (2016) ... & still reading ...

02 jorge luis borgès "borgès restored (the author's preferred translations)" (2016) 03 julie orringer "the flight portfolio" (2019)   + julie orringer "the invisible bridge" (2010) 04 pola oloixarac "savage theories" (2017)   + pola oloixarac "dark constellations" (2019) 05 simon critchley "memory theatre" (2014)

06 gabriel josipovici "hotel andromeda" (2014) 07 david keenan "for the good times" (2019) 08 wg sebald "vertigo" [1990] (1999)   + wg sebald "the emmigrants" [1992] (1996)   + wg sebald "the rings of saturn" [1995] (1998)   + wg sebald "austerlitz" (2001) 09 luis chitarroni "the no variations "diary of an unfinished novel" [2007] (2013) 10 julián ríos "larva: a midsummer night's babel" [1983] (1991)

11 césar aira "birthday" [2001] (2019)   + césar aira "three novels" [1990-2000-1997] (2018) 12 tom mole "the secret life of books" (2019) 13 lucy ives "loudermilk or the real poet or the origin of the world" (2019) 14 lászló krasznahorkai "baron wenckheim's homecoming" [2016] (2019) 15 lucy ellmann "ducks, newburyport" (2019)

16 lars iyer "nietzsche & the burbs" (2019) 17 d harlan wilson "the psychotic dr. schreber" (2019) 18 andrew gallix (ed) "we'll never have paris" (2019) 19 chris kelso (ed) "i transgress" (2019) 20 john crowley "the solitudes" [1987] (2007)   + john crowley "love & sleep" (1994)   + john crowley "daemonomania" (2000)   + john crowley "endless things" (2007) ... (the aegypt cycle)

polarstompf:

01 carlos ruiz zafón "the labyrinth of the spirits" [2017] (2018)

02 volker kutscher "the fatherland files" [2012] (2019) 03 andrea camilleri "the overnight kidnapper" [2015] (2019)   + andrea camilleri "the other end of the line" [2016] (2019) 04 mick herron "joe country" (2019)   + mick herron "this is what happened" (2018)   + mick herron "nobody walks" (2015) 05 john le carré "agent running the field" (2019)

06 guillaume musso "la vie secrète des écrivains" (2019) 07 luke mccallin "the man from berlin" (2013)   + luke mccallin "the pale house" (2014)   + luke mccallin "the divided city" (2016) 09 henry porter "brandenburg" [2005] (2019)   + henry porter "firefly" (2018)   + henry porter "white hot silence" (2019) 10 mitch silver "the bookworm" (2018)   + mitch silver "in secret service" (2007)

11 alan judd "the accidental agent" (2019) 12 philip kerr "metropolis" (2019) 13 ian rankin "westwind" (2019) 14 jo nesbø "the knife" (2019) 15 david hewson "devil's fjord" (2019)

16 barry forshaw "crime fiction: a reader's guide" (2019) 17 a.a. dhand "one way out" (2019) 18 martin holmén "clinch: the stockholm trilogy 01" (2016)   + martin holmén "down for te count: the stockholm trilogy 02" (2017)   + martin holmén "slugger: the stockholm trilogy 03" (2019) 19 michael kestemont "de zwarte koning" (2019) 20 soren sveistrup "the chestnut man" [2018] (2019)

21 tim mason "the darwin affair" (2019) 22 patrick conrad "good night, charlie" (2019) 23 chris pavone "the paris diversion" (2019) 24 dov aflon "a long night in paris" (2019) 25 arne dahl "hunted" [2017] (2019)

                                  RIP ANDREA CAMILLERI !

gedächtnisstompf:

01 martin hägglund "this life: why mortality makes us free" (2019) /                            "this life: secular faith & spiritual freedom" (2019)

02 derrida "la vie la mort: séminaire (1975-1976)" (2019) 03 jean-luc nancy "derrida, suppléments”  (2019) 04 jean-françois bouthors et jean-luc nancy "démocratie! hic et nunc" (2019) 05 hannah arendt "de vrijheid om vrij te zijn" (2019)      + hannah arendt "nous autres réfugiés" (2019)

06 mckenzie wark "capital is dead": is this something worse?" (2019) 07 johan schokker & tim schokker      "extimiteit: jacques lacan's terugkeer naar freud" (2000) 08 gerhard richter & ann schmock (eds) "give the word:      responses to werner hamacher's 95 theses on philology"    (2019) 09 ranja n gosh "philosophy & poetry: continental perspectives" (2019) 10 shoshana zuboff "the age of surveillance capitalism" (2019)

11 kate zambrano "screen tests: stories & other writing" (2019) 12 daniele carluccio "roland barthes lecteur" (2019) 13 jean-clet martin "la philosophie de gilles deleuze" (2019) 14 mitchell dean & daniel zamora  "le dernier homme et la fin de la révolution:          foucault après mai 68" (2019) 15 arnon grunberg "vriend & vijand: decadentie, ondergang & verlossing" (2019)

16 kwami anthony appiah      "de leugens die ons verbinden: een nieuwe kijk op identiteit" [2018] (2019) 17 quentin meillassoux "science fiction & extro-science fiction" (2015) 18 roberto calasso "het onbenoembare verleden" [2017] (2019) 19 lydia davis "essays" (2019) 20 denise riley "time lived, without its flow" (2019)

poesisstompf:

zoë skoulding "footnotes to water" (2019)

platterstompf:

01 rick moody "on celestial music, and other adventures in listening" (2012)

02 yann courtiau "frictions:   ce que la littérature a fait à la musique et ce que la musique a en a fait" (2019) 03 vivien goldman "revenge of the she-punks:      a feminist music history from poly styrene to pussy riot" (2019) 04 garrígos, triana & guerra "god save the queens: pioneras del punk" (2019) 05 jon savage "this searing light, the sun & everything else:      joy division the oral history" (2019)

06 richard beck "trains, jesus, and murder: the gospel according to johnny cash" 07 mark lanegan "sleevenotes" (2019) 08 jason williamson "jason williamson's house party: sleaford mods 2014-2019" (2019) 09 gallix, hill, & rose (eds) "love bites: fiction inspired by pete shelley" (2019) 10 greg laurie "johnny cash the redemption of an american icon" (2019)

11 marc vos & toon loenders "siglo xx:     opdat de dood ons levend vindt & het leven ons niet doodt" (2019) 12 david sandilands & david keenan "go ahead & drop the bomb      (memorial device pamflet)" (2019) 13 guillaume belhomme "pop fin de siècle" (2019) 14 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" (magazine) (2019) 15 sylvain sylvain "there's no bones in ice cream:      sylvain sylvain's story of the new york dolls" (2018)

16 debbie harry "face it" (2019) 17 jaime gonzalo "poder freak: una crónica de la contracultura vol III" (2014) 18 matthew bower & samantha davies "talisman angelical" (2017) 19 darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: an arcade of audio atrocity vol I" (2013)   + darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: another arcade of audio atrocity vol II" (2015) 20 steve zisson (ed) "a punk rock future" (2019) /      ivar muñoz-rojas "underground babilonia" (2019)

bilderstompf:

01 didier ottinger "bacon en toutes lettres" (2019)

02 antoni tàpies "cap braços cames cos" (2012)   + antoni tàpies "mahlerei und graphik" (2011) 03 laura oldfield ford "savage messiah" (2019) 04 fred vermorel "dead fashion girl: a situationist detective story" (2019) 05 françois schuiten & jaco van dormael "le dernier pharaon" (2019)

06 ken krimstein "the three escapes of hannah arendt: the tyranny of truth" (2018) 07 erik bindervoet & saskia pfaeltzer "aldus sprach nietzsche's zuster" (2019) 08 anthony n fragola & roch c smith "the erotic dream machine: interviews with alain robbe-grillet on his films" (2006)

cyclostompf:

01 bernard chambaz "petite philosophie du vélo" (2019)

02 filip osselaer "de man die doodging (vervolgens mosselen bestelde,      de rekening vroeg en verdween): el tarangu, josé manuel fuente" (2019) 03 peter schmink "de cultus van het lijden: een vrije oefening" (2006) 04 laurent willame "les lieux sacrés du cyclisme:     15 pélérinages à faire avant de crever" (2019) 05 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes: uit liefde voor de stiel" [magazine] (2019)

06 johnny vansevenant "1969, het jaar van eddy merckx" (2019) 07 edwin winkels "la vuelta: heroïsche verhalen uit de ronde van spanje" (2019) 08 frederik baeckelandt "fausto coppi (les héros 04)" (2019) 09 harry pearson "the beast, the emperor & the milkman:      a bone-shaking tour through cycling’s flemish heartlands" (2019) 10 peter cossins "the yellow jersey / le maillot jaune" (2019)

11 thijs zonneveld "het panini album" (2019) 12 thijs zonneveld "de fiets, de fiets & nog veel meer sportverhalen" (2019) 13 willy vangenechten "hoe word je een wielerfan (en blijf je er een)?" (2019)

some wissenschaftstompf & autres divertissements ...:

01 robert macfarlane "underland: a deep time journey" (2019)

02 george van hal & ans hekkenberg "het kosmisch rariteitenkabinet" (2019) 03 josey waley-cohen "only connect: the difficult second quiz book" (2019)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

... the annual out of control TBR pile ...

postcyberpunkstompf

ada hoffmann "the outside" (2019) adrian tchaikovsky "children of ruin" (2019) alastair reynolds "shadow captain" (2019) + alastair reynolds "permafrost" (2019) annalee newitz "the future of another timeline" (2019) charlie jane anders "the city in the middle of the night" (2019) farah mendlesohn "the pleasant profession of robert a heinlein" (2019)gareth l powell "ragged alice" (2019) greg egan "perihelion summer" (2019) ian creasey "the shapes of strangers" (2019) jo walton "lent" (2019)

kameron hurley "the light brigade" (2019) karl schroeder "stealing words" (2019) megan o'keefe "velocity weapon" (2019) neil clarke (ed) "the eagle has landed: 50 years of lunar sf" (2019) nina allan "the silverwind" (2019) paul di filippo "aeota" (2019) peter swirski "stanislaw lem: philosopher of the future" (2019) + peter swirski & waclaw m osadnik (eds) "lemography: stanislaw lem in the eyes of the world" (2019) richard kadrey "the grand dark" (2019) rudy rucker "million mile road trip" (2019) simon ings "the smoke" (2019)

klassikstompf

alex landragin "crossings" (2019) enrique vila-matas "mac's problem" [2017] (2019) joseph scapellato "the made-up man" (2019) kevin breatnach "tunnelvision" (2019) michel houellebecq "serotonin" (2019) nell zink "doxology" (2019) roberto bolaño "the spirit of science fiction: a novel" (2019) samanta schweblin "mouthful of birds" (2019) sergio pitol "mephisto's waltz: selected short stories" (2019) will eaves "murmur" (2019)

polarstompf

johan op de beek "het complot van laken" (2019) jon steinhagen "the hanging artist" (2019) juli zeh "empty hearts" (2019) max hertzberg "operation oskar" (2019) + max hertzberg "berlin centre" (2019) peter robinson "many rivers to cross" (2019) tony belloto "bellini & the sphinx" [1995] (2019)

.

.

.

[korewrite]

hello everyone! i hope your day is going well. i’d love to get some more plotting going, so i’ve listed some things i’d like to do under the cut! if you see something you’re interested in please like this or feel free to message me. 18+ only. 

i have a ton of open muses that have wanted plots listed with them HERE! 

canon muse pairings.    more listed here. 

BOLDED is who i would prefer to write but for most pairings i would be ok writing either muse.  

hades x persephone 

lucifer x lilith 

bill weasley x fleur delacour 

sirius black x remus lupin 

oliver wood x marcus flint 

peter parker x felicia hardy 

valkyrie x carol danvers 

posion ivy x harley quinn 

robb stark x myrcella baratheon 

margaery tyrell x sansa stark 

finnick odair x annie cresta

mare barrow x cal calore 

castiel x meg 

jack kline x claire novak 

mallory x michael langdon

donovan x elizabeth march “the countess”

ivar ragnarsson x daenerys targaryen 

diana prince x thor odinson

fc pairings.      more listed here. 

BOLDED is who i would prefer to write but for most pairings i would be ok writing either muse. 

camila mendes x jacob elordi

jon bernthal x summer bishil 

charles michael davis x lesley-ann brandt 

jensen ackles x madison davenport 

lauren cohen x david harbour 

harry shum jr. x hale appleman

jamie dornan x phoebe tonkin

natalie dormer x aidan turner 

gal gadot x aidan gillen

tom ellis x morena baccarin 

misha collins x jake gyllenhaal 

dominic cooper x ben barnes

theo james x ryan guzman 

hayley atwell x danai gurira 

zendaya coleman x kristine froseth 

katheryn winnick x evan rachel wood 

jenna coleman x sarah gadon

alicia vikander x nathalie emmanuel 

wanted plots.  

it’s spooky season so  yess!

more spooky !!

i like the third & sixth one

this !

!!! 

mermaid x sailor 

dark fairytale mumu 

descendant’s mumu 

poly relationships ! 

[dangermousie]

So Sanglant x Liath is if Satan and Jesus had children and those children hooked up

* I am incredibly amused to see “I literally tear my enemies’ throats out with my teeth” Sanglant babywearing everywhere. But then only a hippie would name his child Blessing so...

* You think you have mother-in-law problems? Sanglant’s mother-in-law:

1. Thinks he is Rosemary’s Baby

2. And his touch literally tainted her daughter

3. And that the child they made together, her own grandchild, is a demon seed and should be dead

4. Does not give two fucks when her own daughter has awful labor and almost dies

5. Tries to kill him

That would be a hell of a Dear Prudence letter there.

* But yes, let me get this straight. Some time ago, the elf people sent an elf lady to cross to earth to bang a king and make a half-elf baby. And a bunch of magicians were all “this child is cursed and will wreck the world, we need to make a baby to save the world from him.” And then give or take twenty years, those babies were all “hell yeah, we need to get it on! Make love not war!” Haha.

* I love that Liath is not “I find my pregnancy sacred and am an earth goddess breastfeeding under the moon.” She nerds out so hard she sometimes forgets she is pregnant and when she remembers, she doesn’t love it. She has an awful delivery and can’t breastfeed. It’s pretty clear she loves the child, but she is not super maternal and she’d probably been just as happy if she didn’t get pregnant and it was just her, Sanglant, a bunch of possibly evil mages, and a ton of books. Liath - terrifying mage, world savior, overwhelmed mom. Relatable.

* I love that Sanglant slowly heals and now only has nightmares every other night. And then the baby comes and he’s too exhausted and harried to have any! Hahahaha. Once again, relatable.

* Liath is the heir of that world’s Charlemaigne and the count of Lavas? Take that, King Henry.

* People who should die: Hugh, Tallia, Anne, Geoffrey. People who did die: Lavastine. Boo. I loved him sfm.

* Ivar has the most out there arc - going from wannabe warrior crushing on Liath to novice monk to devout heretic to a bisexual-acting libertine. He is running out of things to be (But I am genuinely confused if he is truly bisexual or just experimenting. I suppose it doesn’t matter.)

[august-diehl]

Sweet Anne - Chapter 3

A/N: I’m very excited to post this story again, I hope you guys like it, and still want to read it.

Summary: You grew up in the streets, no one was kind to you, you never felt loved for your entire life. But everything changes when you met the widow Ivar Lothbrok, or so you thought.

Ivar Lothbrok x Reader

Warnings: so much angst, Eirik being cute.

Tagging: @float-autumn-leave, @akamaiden.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A few months passed since you left Ivar’s house, you discovered that you were having twins, a boy and a girl. Eirik was so excited, he was going to have a brother and a sister at the same time. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him jumping at the doctor’s office. You were euphoric with the thought of having a son and a daughter, you could have asked for more. Growing up in a orphanage, you never thought you would have a family of your own. During the period you lived in the streets, you would watch families together and envy their happiness. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think you could find someone to build a family with. No one looked at you as you were human, until Ivar came to your life. But it was just an illusion. He has never seen you. He was searching for a ghost in your features and shattered your heart into so many pieces that you believed you would never be whole. You should forget him and focus on raising your children. All of them, Eirik included as Ivar kept distance of his own blood.

You kept asking yourself if Ivar tried to look for you. He thought you did not have any money and you wondered if he was worried about your safety. Did he care or worry that you left at all? Or was he relieved? You couldn’t know, but you decided that it was better for your health that you stopped asking yourself those questions, you could never know the answer, and you needed to make peace with that fact.

In two weeks, Eirik was going to be nine years old and you wanted to do something with him. Ivar never allowed any kind of celebration, because the date reminded him of when he lost Anne. But you were always able to plan something for Eirik and the boy loved that you didn’t consider the day he was born as something to be embarrassed, guilty or sad about. This year you decided to do something he always talked about. He wished that he could go to Disney World, but his father wouldn’t take him. Ivar has always been afraid that an accident could happen, and he would be considered weak by his son.

You decided that it was your duty to make Eirik happy by taking him to Disney World. You arranged everything to make it happen, you were taking Eirik where he wanted to visit the most.

Both of you were having breakfast, Michael were never home, Eirik only saw him twice in all those months, he only came to sleep, when he slept at home.

“So, what do you want to do for your birthday?” You asked excited, but Eirik only signed and looked down.

“Nothing, as usual.” The tone he was using broke your heart.

“No, we are going to do something very exciting on your birthday.” You laughed and Eirik frowned.

“What you’re talking about, mother?” He was definitely puzzled now.

“I’m going to take you to Disney World.” You stated and felt like you have never seen a boy smiling so brightly as Eirik.

“Thank you so much, mother.” He jumped on you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re welcome, my baby.” You fondled his hair, it was silky, just like Ivar’s, you thought.

“I’m going to Disney World.” He shriek all the way to the bathroom.

He brushed his teeth and you took him to school watching as his lips were still curled up. He was certainly imagining the adventures you two would live during the visit to Disney. After leaving Eirik at school, you headed to your studio and started to work on your newest sculpture. Since you left Ivar’s house, you were able to make three more. You were actually happy doing those marble sculptures because you could clean your mind of thoughts involving Ivar and the pain. It was just you and your creation. You needed to give life to that marble, tell a story, and you always succeed on that. Your work had sentiment, it was beautiful, you touched people’s heart through your work, and that feeling was phenomenal to you. Even though you were not able to touch Ivar’s heart.

Unlikely Ivar’s house, the first thing someone who entered your house would notice was a huge photo of you and Eirik on a carousel in which was possible to see you two thrilled. All around the house you kept pictures of you with Eirik. You would show Eirik that he shouldn’t be ashamed of life or of being happy. He should enjoy his life to the fullest. You didn’t know Eirik’s mother. But it was what you would want for your child and by the way Ivar worship Anne’s memories, you were sure she was a caring woman that would desire the best for Eirik. Ivar didn’t want to take any picture, not with you, nor Eirik. You supposed it was because he felt like he was betraying Anne if he led a normal life after her death. But the fact was that he was killing the people that loved him the most in the process. If wasn’t for you, Eirik would never have pictures while growing up, you took a lot of them and made a splendid album.

You didn’t saw the time pass, and it was time to pick up Eirik. You took a shower and changed clothes. You and Eirik had a ritual after school, having ice cream together. Both of you were always looking for new ice cream shops, it was the highlight of your day, seeing Eirik smiling and being happy.

You parked your car without giving much attention to the car parked in front of yours. You got out of the car with a little more difficult as your belly was starting to grown. When you were walking inside the school, you heard a too familiar metallic sound, you would recognize that sound anywhere in the world, Ivar’s crutches. You quickly entered an empty room, but you still could hear Ivar’s voice. You realized how much you missed that sweet sound more than you wanted to admit.

“Thank you, for being so understanding.” Ivar said to the principal.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lothbrok. Please, I’ll walk you out.” They left and you got out of the room.

You had no idea why Ivar was at the school, but you could only think of Eirik. The principal walked back and seemed relieved to see you there.

“I was stunned to see your car outside, I thought that you were going to bump into each other.” You only nodded, fearing your voice would fail you and give away the emotions of hearing Ivar’s voice brought. You swallowed the lump on your throat, and looked at her.

“What did he wanted?” You muttered.

“I believe that is better if Eirik tells you, I’ll go get him.” That couldn’t be good, you thought.

Eirik came running to you, he was crying, and that made you cry too. You wanted to take his suffering away.

“What happened, my baby?” You spoke softly in his ear.

“I hate him, I hate him more than anything, mother.” Eirik said with venom.

“Don’t say this, Eirik. What did he do?” You looked at the beautiful blue eyes inherited from his father.

“He said that he wanted to be with me on my birthday, I said that I wanted to stay in the school, with my friends, but he didn’t allow me. And now, I can’t be with you on my own birthday.” His body trembled with the sobs and you hugged him.

“We can go to Disney World other day.” You suggested, you knew that Ivar wanting to be with Eirik, was out of your hands, you couldn’t stop it.

“You don’t understand, Mother. Disney World was just a bonus…” He lift his head from your shoulder, looking in your eyes, “I want to be with you …. with my mother on my birthday.” He sighed. “Is that too much to ask?” His voice was cracking when a new wave of tears started running down his cheeks. That was heartbreaking to watch, you were drawn in guilt.

“We can figure something out, let’s go home.” You waved goodbye to the principal and walked to the car with Eirik.

Eirik didn’t want ice cream and just went straight to his room. You knew he was furious, but talking to him wouldn’t work, so you decided to let him come to you, give him space and privacy.

With the pregnancy, you felt tired more easily and sleeping whenever you had the chance was your way to keep up with your daily routine. It was the middle of the night when you felt a hand shaking you. You opened your eyes slowly and Eirik was facing you with dark circles under his eyes. It looked like he cried for hours and couldn’t sleep.

“Can I sleep here with you and my brother and sister?” He asked and you could never say no that face.

“Of course.” You made room for him.

Both of you slept peacefully the whole night.

[wiedzmina-blog]

Norwegian / old norse names and places

Every now and then I come across a book, movie, TV-series, fanfic, game or whatever, that mention a fictional "Norwegian" or "norse" place or person, and it just sounds so wrong it makes me either cringe or ROFL. Really. I still haven't recovered from the 1995 X-files episode, "Død Kalm", which took us to the port of "Tildeskan" where we met "Henry Trondheim", "Halverson" and "Olafsson".  Hopefully this list will keep others from being that “creative” with names. :)

Common names for places, towns and villages in Norway

These names are very generic and suitable for a place, village or town anywhere (and pretty much any time) in Norway. Mix and match prefixes with suffixes for diversity.  Bonus: All of these can also be used as surnames. Name (meaning) - usage

Nes (headland, cape, ness) - Standalone ​ Bø (fenced-in field on a farm) - Standalone Fjell (mountain) -  Standalone or prefix/suffix: Fjell- / -fjell Haug (small hill / large mound)  -  Standalone or prefix/suffix: Haug- / -haug Vik, Viken, Vika (inlet, the inlet, the inlet) -  Standalone or prefix/suffix: Vik- / -viken / -vika Ås, Åsen (hill, the hill (larger than "Bakken")) - Standalone or prefix/suffix: ​ Dal, Dalen (valley, the valley) - Standalone or prefix/suffix: ​ Berg (small mountain) - Standalone or prefix/suffix: Berg(s)- / -berg Sand (sand) - Standalone or prefix/suffix: Sand- / -sand Strand (beach) -  Standalone or prefix/suffix: Strand- / -strand Li (hill) -  Standalone or prefix/suffix: Li- / -li Gran (spruce) -  Standalone or prefix: Gran- Bratt (steep) - prefix only: Bratt- Myr (bog, mire) - prefix only: Myr- Neset, Nesset (the headland, the cape, the ness) - Standalone or suffix: ​-neset / -nesset Odden (foreland, headland) - Standalone or suffix: ​ -odden Våg (cove, bay) - Standalone or suffix: -våg Lund (grove) - Standalone or suffix: -lund Sund (sound, strait) -  Standalone or suffix:  -sund Skog (forest) prefix/suffix: Skog- / -skog Øy (island) prefix/suffix: Øy- / -øy øya (the island) - suffix only: ​ -øya bakken  (the hill) - suffix only: -bakken  gard / gård / gården (farm / farm / the farm) - suffix only: -gard / -gård / -gården elv, -elva (river, the river) suffix only: -elv / -elva stad (old word for town/place) suffix only: -stad vannet (the lake) - suffix only: -vannet

Common words that can be used as prefix to any of the suffixes above Svart- (black)  Lille- (little/small)  Sol- (sun)  Brei-/Bred- (wide)  Stor- (big) Lang- (long)

Common Norwegian surnames (contemporary)

Heredatory surnames didn't become mandatory in Norway until 1923. Many took the name from the farm or place they lived, or just changed their primary patronyms into hereditary patronyms. Example: Helgessønn/Helgesdatter (son of Helge / daughter of Helge) became Helgesen.

Alm Andersen Anderssen Antonsen Aspelund Bakke Bakken Bang Berg Bjerkan Bråthen Christensen Corneliussen Dahl Dahlberg Danielsen Dyrnes Dørum Eide Ellingsen Erdal Eriksen Falch Fredriksen Foss Fure Fylling Gabrielsen Gran Grønning Halvorsen Hansen Hanssen Hay Hoff Holm Holt Husby Isaksen Iversen Jacobsen Jensen Jenssen Johansen Karlsen Klausen Konradsen Kristensen Kristiansen Larsen Larssen Lie Lien Lund Løvold Magnussen Meyer Mikalsen Mo Moen Myhre Myklebust Mørk Ness Nilsen Olavsen Olsen Paulsen Pettersen Prestegård Rasmussen Riise Rogstad Ruud Simonsen Solbakken Solli Stokke Strøm Sund Svendsen Thorvaldsen Torp Thune Tønnesen Ueland Ulven Urdal Vik Vinje Wahl Wik Wilhelmsen Zakariassen Ødegård Årseth Årvik Ås, Aas Åsen, Aasen

Common Norwegian names -- 1980 - present

Men

Anders André Andreas Are Arne Atle Bjørn Cato Chris Christian, Kristian Christoffer, Kristoffer Daniel David Dennis Elias Emil Espen Erik, Eric Eirik Fredrik Filip Geir Harald Helge Hans Henning Håkon, Haakon Håvard Isak Jan Joachim Johan Johannes John, Jon Johnny Jonas Jonathan Kim Kristian, Christian Kristoffer, Christoffer Lars Lucas, Lukas Mads, Mats Magnus Martin Michael, Mikael Morten Niklas Nils Odin Ole Ove Paul Per Peter, Petter Preben Pål Richard, Rikard Roger Sebastian Simen Simon Sindre Sondre Stian Terje Thomas Thor, Tor Thore, Tore Vegard Werner William Øystein Åge Åsmund

Women

Andrea Ane, Anne Anette, Annette Annika, Anniken Astrid Bente Camilla Carina Cathrine Celine Charlotte Christin, Kristin Christina, Kristina Christine, Kristine Elin, Eline Elise Elisabeth Emilie Eva Frida Grete, Grethe Hanne Hege Heidi Helene Hilde Ida Ine Ingrid Ingvill, Ingvild Isabel, Isabell, Isabelle Iselin Jannicke Janine Jeanette Jennie, Jenny Julia, Julie Karoline (Kine) Katrin, Katrine Kristin, Christin Lea, Leah Lena, Lene Linda Line Linn Linnea Lise, Lisa Liv, Live Mai, May Maja Malin Margrete, Margrethe Mari, Maria, Marie Mariann, Marianne Marte, Marthe Mette Monica Nina Nora Oda Pia Ragnhild Randi Rikke Sara, Sarah Silje Siv Stina, Stine Susann, Susanne Tanja Tina, Tine Tiril Tone Trine Vilde Vera Veronica Wenche Åse Åshild

Common Norwegian names - 1800 - 1980

Men Aksel Albert Anders Andreas Anker Ansgar Arne Arnt Arve Asle Atle Birger Bård Charles Edmund Edvard Egon Erling Even Fred Fredrik Frode Geir Georg Gunnar Gunvald Gustav Harald Helge Hilmar Håkon, Haakon Ivar Ingvar Jens Jesper Jørgen Joakim Karl Karsten, Karstein Kjell Klaus Kolbein Kolbjørn Kristian Kåre Lars Lavrans Leif Lossius Ludvig Magne Magnus Nikolai Nils Odd Oddvar Odin Ola Olai Olaf Olav Ole Omar Oscar, Oskar Peder Per Petter Philip, Phillip Pål Ragnar Rikard Roald Roar (also Hroar) Rolf Rune Sigurd Sigvard, Sigvart Simon Svein Sverre Tarjei Terje Toralf, Thoralf Torbjørn, Thorbjørn Torleif, Thorleif Torstein, Thorstein Torvald, Thorvald Trond Ulf Ulrik Valdemar Wilhelm Willy Åge

Women

Albertine Alice, Alise Alma Anita Anna Annbjørg Asbjørg Astrid Aud Bente Berit Birgit Birgitte Bjørg Bjørgun Bodil Borghild Dagny Dagrun Edel Ella Ellen Elsa Fredrikke Frida Gerd Gjertrud Gunhild Gyda Hanna, Hannah Helga Henny Herdis Hilda Hilde Hjørdis Ingeborg Inger Irene Johanna, Johanne Jorun, Jorunn Josefine Judith Kari Karin Kirsten Kitty Kjersti Laila Lilli, Lilly Lisa, Lise Liv Lovise Mathilde Margaret Marit Martha Molly Nanna Oddrun Oddveig Olga Ragna Ragnhild Rigmor Sara Signe Sissel Solbjørg Solveig Solvår Svanhild Sylvi Sølvi Tora Torhild, Toril, Torill Torun, Torunn Tove Valborg Ylva Åse Åshild

Names usage Double names, like Ragnhild Johanne or Ole Martin are common in Norway. Just keep them as two names and don't use "-", and you'll be safe, even if it ends up a tongue twister. Using only one of two given names is also common practice.

In Norway everyone is on a first name basis. Students call teachers and other kids' parents by their first name, workers call their boss by their first name, we call our Prime Minister by her first name (journalists will use her title when speaking to her though). Some senior citizens still use surnames and titles when speaking of or to  people their own age.

There are some exceptions. For example, a doctor may be referred to as Dr. Lastname when we speak of them, but first name is used when speaking to them. A priest is "the priest" when speaking of him/her and their first name is used when spaking to them. In the millitary only surnames (and ranks) are used. If you meet Harald, the King of Norway, in an official setting you will refer to him as "Kongen" (the king). If you run into him at the gas station, or while hiking, he is "Harald".

If you don't know someone's name it is okay to use their title, or just say "you".

Names for pets (contemporary)

Dogs Laika (f) Bamse (m) (bear) Tinka (f) Loke/Loki (m) + characters from TV/film/books...

Cats Melis (m/f) (powdered sugar) Mango (m/f) (mango) Pus (f) (kitty) Mons (m) (tomcat) Nala (f) Pusur (m) (Garfield) Felix (m)  Simba (m) + characters from TV/film/books...

Horses Pajazz (m) Mulan (f) Balder (m) - cold blood Kompis (m) (pal) Freya (f) - cold blood + characters from TV/film/books...

Rabbits Trampe (m) (Thumper) Trulte (f) + characters from TV/film/books...

Cows (yes, I am serious) Dagros Rosa Mira Luna Sara + characters from TV/film - Disney is popular, as are the Kardashians :)

Road and street names

Storgata (usually the main street) Kongens gate (the king's street) Dronningens gate (the queen's street) Jernbanegata (railroad street) Jernbaneveien (railroad road) Sjøgata (ocean street) Sjøveien, Sjøvegen (ocean road) Skolegata (school street) Torvgata (plaza street) Industrigata (industrial street) Industriveien (industrial road)

Prefixes Blåbær- (blueberry) Bringebær- (raspberry) Bjørke- (birch) Aspe- (asp) Kastanje- (chestnut) Solsikke- (sun flower) Blåklokke- (blue bell) Nype- (rosehip) Kirke- (church) Park- (park)

Suffixes -veien, -vegen (the road)  -stien (the path)

Other Torvet (the plaza) - standalone or suffix: -torvet Havna (the port) - standalone or suffix: -havna Kaia (the port) - standalone or suffix: -kaia

Safe solution: use a first name or surname as prefix.

Old norse

Men’s names Agnarr (Agnar) Alfr (Alf) Ámundi (Amund) Ánarr Árngrimr (Arngrim) Askr (Ask) Auðun (Audun) Baldr (Balder) Beinir ​Bjørn Burr Borkr Dagfinnr (Dagfinn) Davið (David) Drengr Durinn Einarr (Einar) Eirikr (Eirik) Eivindr (Eivind) Erlingr (Erling) Fafnir Flóki Freyr (Frey) Fuldarr Galinn Gautarr (Gaute) Gegnir Geirr (Geir) Glóinn Grímarr (Grimar) Hafli Hakon Hallsteinn (Hallstein) Haraldr (Harald) Haukr (Hauk) Heðinn (Hedin, Hedinn) Helgi (Helge) Hrafn, Hrafni (Ravn) Hrafnkell (Ravnkjell) Iarl (Jarl) Ingolfr (Ingolf) Iuar (Ivar) Jafnhárr Jón Jóngeirr Kál Kiaran Klaus Knútr (Knut) Kolgrimr (Kolgrim) Kolr (Kol) Leifr (Leif) Loki Lyngvi Magnus Mikjáll (Mikal, Mikkel) Mór Morði Nesbjørn Nokkvi Oddr (Odd) Oddbjørn Oðin (Odin) Olafr (Olaf) Ormr (Orm) Otr Ouden Pálni Pedr Ragnarr (Ragnar) Ragnvaldr (Ragnvald) Randr (Rand) Róaldr (Roald) Rólfr (Rolf) Salvi Sigarr (Sigar) Sigbjørn Sigurðr (Sigurd) Skarpe Snorri (Snorre) Steinn (Stein) Sveinn (Svein) Teitr Þor (Thor/Tor) Þórbjørn (Thorbjørn/Torbjørn) Þorsteinn (Thorstein/Torstein) Tryggr (Trygg) Týr Ulfár Ulfheðinn (Ulvhedin) Ulfr (Ulf) Vakr Vani Veigr Viðarr (Vidar) Yngvarr (Yngvar) Æsi

Women's names

Anna Arnfriðr (Arnfrid) Ása Bera Bergdís (Bergdis) Biørg (Bjørg) Cecilia Cecilie Christina Dagný (Dagny) Dagrún (Dagrun) Dís Dísa Edda Elin Ellisif (Ellisiv) Freyja (Freya) Friða (Frida) Frigg Gerðr (Gerd) Gertrud Grima Gyða (Gyda) Hadda Hallbéra Hallkatla Herdís (Herdis) Hildigunnr (Hildegunn) Huld Hvít Ida Iðunn (Idun, Idunn) Ingríðr (Ingrid) Johanna Jórunn (Jorun, Jorunn) Juliana Katla Katrine Kristín (Kristin) Leikný (Leikny) Lif (Liv) Magnhildr (Magnhild) Mjøll Myrgiol Nál Nanna Nótt Oda Oddný (Oddny) Ólaug (Olaug) Rafnhildr (Ragnhild) Rán Rannveíg Ríkví (Rikvi, Rikke) Rúna (Runa) Roskva Sága (Saga) Sif (Siv) Sigriðr (Sigrid) Skaði (Skadi) Skuld Svana Sýn Solveig Tekla Tóra (Tora) Trana Ulfhildr (Ulfhild) Una Urðr (Urd) Valborg Vigdís (Viigdis) Vírún Yngvildr (Ingvill, Ingvild) Yrsa

Bynames Bynames, or nicknames, could be neutral, praising or condescending. Usually bynames described a person's

body, bodyparts, bodily features

age

kinship and descent

territorial origin

knowledge, belief, spirituality

clothing, armour

occupation, social position

nature

Examples: Eirik Blodøks (Eirik Blood-Axe), Gammel-Anna (old Anna), Halte-Ása (limping Ása). I suggest that you stick with English for bynames, or use (relatively) modern language if you are writing in Norwegian. 

Surnames

Surnames weren't really a thing until 1923 when they became mandatory. Before 1923 patronyms (son/daughter of) were used, and the name of the farm you lived on was often added as an address. 

For instance: Helgi Eiriksøn (Helgi, son of Eirik), who lived at the farm called Vollr (grass field), would be called Helgi Eiriksøn Vollr. If he moved to the farm called Haugr his name would change to Helgi Eiriksøn Haugr.

Patronyms

Men: Use father's first name and add -sen /-son /-sønn Women: Use father's first name and add -dotter / -dottir / -datter

Farm names

Farm names were usually relevant and derived from either the location, a nearby landmark, nature or from occupation.  I suggest you stick with the modern forms for farm names.

Old Norse (meaning) - modern Bekkr (stream) - Bekk, Bekken Dalr (valley) - Dal, Dahl Horn (horn) - Horn Vollr (field) - Vold, Volden Lundr (grove) - Lund

The list of common names for places/villages/towns is still valid, although the spelling is modern. Just keep it simple and make "clever" combos based on meaning. 

[goldentailedmermaids]

Fandom Challenge

I was tagged by the one and only @ceridwenofwales thank you honey!

Rules: Choose any 3 fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

I choose:

Black Sails

Vikings

Game of Thrones

the first character you loved:

Captain Flint

It’s a tie between Rollo and Lagertha

Jon Snow

the character you never expected to love so much:

Jack Rackham

Thorunn

Tormund

the character you relate to the most:

Anne Bonny

Rollo

Brienne of Tarth

the character you’d slap:

Peter Ashe

Lagertha, Torvi and Ubbe

Everyone. I’d bitch-slap them yelling “STOP BEING SO STUPID!”

three favourite characters (in order of preference):

Jack Rackham - Anne Bonny - Charles Vane

Rollo - Kwenthrith - Aslaug

Sansa - Arya - Daenerys

a character you liked at first but not anymore:

Heh... Idk I like them all...

Lagertha, Ragnar and Bjorn

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Idk...

a character you did not like at first but now do:

Charles Vane

Ivar, I guess? What can I say, Rê brought me into this hell.

Cersei Lannister

3 otp’s:

Jack + maxanne, more like an OT3

Rollo x Gisla

I have so many! Brienne x Tormund, Brienne x Jaime, Jon x Dany, Dany x Drogo, Sansa x Margaery, Arya x Gendry..... so many more! Girl, I have an armada!

So I tag @daizydoe @dainsbeard @amkatepet @annedey @la-bete-humaine @ourashesofroses @m4rloe5 @qipaos @angel-x-ives @queen-of-ashes and @susinoita

[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

Disaster finds you so easily (part 2)

pairing: Ivar x OFC

fandom: vikings

warning: AU

part 1

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @filippazm @pagan-raider

With a university as big as ours, you’d think it would be easy to avoid one single person. That task turned out to be impossible.  

Ivar had almost the same classes as I did, which was no surprise. He did study the same thing.  

To everyone else he was friendly, too friendly for my liking. It seemed obvious that he didn’t really mean it but good looks and popularity could mask that fact pretty easily. Other people probably took our interactions as a chat between friends, though that couldn’t be further from the truth. No way in hell we’d ever be friends. Maybe everyone else did but I certainly didn’t miss the taunting and teasing remarks he made in my direction every chance he got.  

“Arna, dear.”  

“Ivar.” I turn around and reply in an evenly fake friendly tone. Over time, I got somewhat used to his charming personality and found my own way of coping with it. Sarcasm helped, though only on the outside. He still managed to make it feel like somebody had just stabbed me with a knife if he really wanted to. But most of the time he seemed to be content with seeing me squirm under his gaze and flinch away when I heard his voice.

“There’s a party at my house tonight, you’re coming right?”  

“I’m not going!”  

“Arnaaaa you have to.”  

“No. I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to make me look like an idiot again.”  

“We will…” Anne walks around me, scanning my appearance with measured looks, “…make you look absolutely gorgeous. He will have no choice other than being nice to you.”  

I wished I had her confidence and optimism sometimes. She managed to stay positive in almost every situation, though her over enthusiasm often create problems for myself. She had the habit of dragging me along to every social event which was one of my personal hells.  

“Okay listen…I just want him to leave me alone and not seduce him, so your plan kinda sucks.”  

“I bet that’s what you’re going to…”  

“Anne!” One of the pillows hits her head and effectively shuts her up.  

She leaves the room laughing but not before yelling out to me, “You’re going. No discussion!”  

Two hours later I find myself standing in front of house. More of a villa than a house, this monstrous thing wouldn’t pass as a simple house even if you tried. Maybe the prince thing hadn’t been that far fetched after all. As I walk up the steps and enter the house, a million things I’d rather do at the moment enter my mind. Though Anne would kick me out of our apartment if I already came back 10 minutes later. And since it was cold outside and I had nowhere else to go, leaving wasn’t an option. I could just stand in a corner and wait and hour or two. That should satisfy her and I could say I showed up without even having to lie.  

With this many people around, hopefully Ivar would have better things to do.  

“My, my…who would have guessed…” Hope can be crushed so easily. Sometimes all it takes is a little voice at the back of your neck.  

“I said I’d show up if I had the time.” I did say that, though at the time I had no intention of ever following through with it as we both had known.

 "You look…different.“  

Well, yeah. Anne did an amazing job, I hardly recognized myself after she was done with me. I looked great with her clothes on, the make up and my hair done.  

"Thanks, I guess.” Different was one way to say it, too but what did I expect from someone like Ivar.  

“Come take a drink with me, I was just heading outside for some fresh air.”  

“Sure…” I’d have a drink and head home, now that he had seen me attend his party I could leave and call this mission accomplished.  

There was a shift in the air once we were outside and alone and it wasn’t caused by the cold air. Not in slightest because my cheeks started to burn a bright red and my stomach felt like it make flips. He stood entirely too close for my comfort. His arm had somehow found it’s way around my shoulder and his breath was tickling my neck.  

“Something the matter? You look nervous.” He asked with a cocky smile, pretending not to notice what he was doing as he leans over and puts a stray strand of hair behind my ear.  

Congrats to the jerk for finding new ways to make me freak out. This was even worse, since I did not like the way my body was reacting to his presence at all.  

“I’m fine.” I mumble dismissively while trying to get out of his grip. A futile attempt.  

“Is there something I can do to make you more…comfortable.” He whispers close to my ear after we set down on one of the benches.  

“I told you, I’m fine.”  

“You don’t look the part.” He answer with a chuckle.  

His arm moves around my waist, pulling me closer against him while the fingers of his other hand brush against my cheek for a moment, making it light up again.  

This was horrible. I was getting all flustered and could do nothing against it. My body was reacting on it’s own, abandoning all reason and logic.  

“Arna…” He tells me quietly after, “…look at me.”  

I hadn’t said anything or looked over in a while, suddenly very fascinated by the ground. My heart was pounding in my chest and I didn’t dare to look over but what choice did I have?  

When I finally meet his eyes they’re softer than usual. He’s not smiling but the usual smirk he gives me isn’t there either. He leans in a bit more towards me and that’s when I jump up, stammering some kind of stupid excuse before quickly hurrying away. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t dare to let myself fall for someone like that. A guy who would be able to shatter my heart and leave it in pieces so easily.

[i-am-the-queen-of-england]

the kings daughter

part three

he knew her father only threw these big fancy dances because she loved them, she loved the laughs, the music, the gowns,the dances and she loved being care free

"oh isn't it wonderful papa!" she twirled roynd him hugging his arm placing her chin on his shoulder to look up at him, he smiled down at her lifting up her hand before bowing

"indeed,may i have this dance sweetheart,"she smiled bouncing on her feet before dropping to a small curtsy

"why of course papa,"he looked to her a smile still on his face as he led her to the floor

it was a fun dance with alot of twirling and lifting and laughs filled the whole room it was a flurry of dull coloured dresses yet it still hurt his head,but he then saw the males moving away from their female partners and soon anne was leading a dance but what shocked him was how she carelessly hiked her skirts up showing of her slim legs and heels that seemed to accentuate her legs even more, the woman and men were both shocked that she had a no shame in showing her legs, the ladies behind her lifted the main layers up and left a light one so their legs were covered

"wouldn't mind being inbetween those legs,"sigurd slurred in ivars ear to which ivar swung round almost knocking him out

"you best watch your mouth dear brother,for i shall not be so kind next time you say something crude,"sigurd just did not care, If he got a wooden stake up his arse ivar was positive he wouldn't mind

sigurd stood up wobbling hands up in mock surrender "okay,okay,okayyyyy," he trailed the 'y' out stumbling backwards into a man carrying a glass of french wine "my apologies sir," he moved away from the unimpressed man

"I'm terrible sorry for him my lord, he seems to forget his place most time,"ivar shook his head disappointingly,to which the man gave a small smile, and he was about to say something but dropped into a bow

"your grace," ivar turned round to Anne a soft smirk playing across her crooked lips she nodded her head pearl earings bobbing "and my prince, it is fine, thank you for the apology, but i must take my leave for i see my son over there and id like to speak to him

"are you enjoying yourself my prince?" he nodded staring as she lowered herself to the floor arms resting on the arm of his chair, although the room was still loud the sounds had toned down as she sat on the floor staring up at him,she was beautiful,different but beautiful none the less,and her eyes were dark almost as dark as her hair but they still were enchanting

"you're presence makes it all the more enjoyable Anne," his eyes widend as he let her name slip past his lips and the statement "forgive me your grace I-" she laughed holding her hand up in dismissal

"no, please call me Anne, and if i may call you Ivar," he smiled at her French accent that peaked through, especially on his name, he nodded and carefully took her hand and placed it to his lips

"you look beautiful,Anne," she blushed casting her dark eyes away from the prince but not before looking up at him through her long lashes

"would you care to dance my prince?" he was shocked at the proposal it was no shock that he was a cripple and could hardly walk straight up

"but my condition,"she smiled softly standing up shaking her head, as he looked up at her his mouth open in shock

"this dance you will be able to do my prince, i can assure you, now, come on, are you a mouse or a man," he sighed grabbing his crutch pushing himself up out of his chair, anne placed her hand in his and he shook a bit as it was the hand he always placed on his leg to steady himself

"dont worry, I've got you," she whispered smiling as the crowd parted "i wont let you fall," he turned to look at her,he didnt know how she always managed to be so sweet im everything she did,no one ever treated him like she did, she was kind to him almost as kind as his mother

"you promise?" he whispered against her dark hair she nodded, he could feel the jealous stares of all the men in the room but he did not care all he cared about was the female twirling around him, her curls kissing his arms

~~~~~

Asluag watched as they danced happily, shew watched the girl for any moves that would show she wanted her little boy for some sort of power but yet there was none she seemed to be perfectly fine with her rank she was spoilt as she was her fathers youngest, the smartest very virtuous and not to mention his only daughter who learnt how to read and write

"so wife," asluag turned to her husband who plopped onto the chair beside her "what do you make of her?" he question raising his cup to his lips looking towards his youngest and lady Anne

"she's as intelligent as she is beautiful"she nodded to her self smiling as her son looked down laughing as Anne hit a lady with her long sleeves but the laughing stopped as ivar was shoved into Anne making them both topple to the floor Anne under ivar but ivars hands wrapped around her head and her back sheliding her body from the rough floor

"a cripple with the greatest beauty in the world? look at him he couldn't even hold himself upright" asluag watched with a watchful eye as Anne rolled ivar over carefully onto the floor and stood up taking ivars blade with her

"you dare come into my kingdom and shove my husband and insult him?!" her voice was no longer as sweet and soft it came out strong powering over the noises in the background "i should have you blood eagled for your disrespect to my prince," shock, it was a mutal feeling between everyone, how could she know what blood eagling was? she was a christian women but as he was about to open his mouth her hand latched onto the back of his neck nails digging into the sides as she pushed the blade to the underside of his jaw

"your majesty,"she pushed it closer drawing blood "i mean no disrespect to you," she shook her head a dry laugh leaking through her lips

"by disrespecting my husband, you have disrespected me," her hand moved quickly slicing a clean line through his throat blood covering her face,jewels and gown "and for that you shall pay the price," she stared as his body crumbled beneath her,she twirled around blood falling to the floor "let this be a lesson, a warning to anyone who disrespects ivar the boneless,any of the princes for thst matter, this was a merciful death, but the next time,i shall not be so merciful," she wiped the knife on her gown before helping ivar up and walking with him to his father and mother his brothers sat mouths wide as she dropped into a curtsy as if there was no blood on her

~~~~~

"you killed a man infront of everyone! and for what? your husband? who is not your actaully husband?!" her mother shook her head blonde waves shifting above her shoulders "you made yourself seems as though you cared for those heathens, even worse, you acted like a heathen,a heathen whore,dancing with him,kneeling before him in low cut dresses,lifting your skirts up to show your legs," Anne stared eyes filled with unshed tears,she shook her head

"mama,you know i never meant to embarrass you all but, they're just humans like us! They don't go shoving their religion down peoples throats,if you can belive in your god then they can belive in theirs, why are you always so cruel?" it was true her and her mum clashed like ice and fire though at times they did get on and in her mothers way altough she may not see it she had mothered her the most

"because i care for you!" her mother rushed to her side silken green dress pooling to the floor as she clutched her daughter's hand in hers "in my way i have mothered you the most out of my children!"

[i-am-the-queen-of-england]

the kings daughter

part two

his dream came true there she sat dressed in a ruby red dress pearls hanging from her ears ands pearls in her hair but what caught his attention was the book in her hand, he'd never seen a woman read before especially not a princess

"ah Ragnarsons, please come in," her father sat pages and books splayed over the desk, we sat at the table facing him as i brought my hands to my mouth as i stared smiling at the dark haired female but the view was blocked by her father who had a black eyebrow raised "sweetheart? could please bring your battle sheets in?" she nodded placing a red ribbon in between the pages

"yes papa," it was the first time ivar had heard her voice, it was soft, silky, and had a romantic innocence to it, he watched as folded her hands across her stomach before walking round the table and out the doors

"i see you've been looking at my daughter,i didn't miss your glances yesterday," he trailed a hand across his desk before resting his other hand on the other side coming to a stop to look at the youngest brother "you'll have to wait until my last breath if you want it," he glared at him..Hard

"oh for goodness sake papa, not this again," she stood two rolled up papers in hand "who ever or whichever you're shouting at probably arent used to the my dark complexion or clothes, so if you could just calm down thank you," she slammed the scrolls down a dark glare admitting from her, even darker than her dads, he held his hands up in surrender before starting to unroll the scrolls across the table "I'm going for a walk," she sighed lifting her read skirts angrily

he heaved a heavy sigh "sweetheart," but she had already slammed the door shut and he looked defeated

"you really adore her, dont you?" hvitserk questioned, he nodded staring at her sketches and notes

"she's my only daughter who learned how to write,read and fight, she's my only daughter who helped the poor, fed them, loved them, gave them homes with caring people, she isn't a whore like her other sister who sells her body to any man who has some gold, she's good, she's pure,she could be the first women who sits on that throne in fifteen years who actaully desreves it," he rubbed his forehead shaking his head slightly "back to work,"

~~~~~~

oh, how that man riles me up!

i pulled at the strings of my dress taking of my corset and grabbing my pink dress and slipping it on yanking my hair out the braid pearls falling to the floor as i took my earrings out grabbing my book from my desk

"stupid man,"i pushed the doors to the castle grounds open stepping into the sun

i laid down on the green grass, reading the book in my right hand

°°°°°

"lady anne," i rolled over to see the crawling prince

"prince ivar, can i help you?" i questioned putting my red ribbon in between the pages

"i was just wondering if you're okay after,"he paused plucking the grass with his gloved hands "that whole ordeal," i lay back down smiling at him

"yes, i'm fine thank you," i twiddeld the grass inbetween my fingers as i looked up to see his soft gaze on me he lifted his hand brushing back my fringe to mesh in with my curled hair

"you're father adores you greatly," he mumbled, i grabbed onto his top running my hand over the soft deep green fabric "dont tell him i told you this but, he said you could be the first women in fifteen years to sit on the throne and actaully desreve it," i looked into his blue eyes furrowing my brows together

"did he really?" i questioned softly, he nodded groaning as someone shouted his name he looked up his hand still strung through my hair

"ivar, where are," hvitserk stopper raising an eyebrow lookimg between us "lady anne," he bowed his head im respect before looking back to his brother "ubbe was looking for you, he was worried," ivar rolled his eyes i heard him mumble a faint 'of course he was' but i could tell he was happy thst ubbe was looking for him

"I must take my leave now, but I'm sure I'll see you soon lady anne," he lifted my hand from his shirt placing a tender kiss on my knuckles i smiled averting my eyes from him nodding

"prince ivar," i bowed my head then turned onto my side watching as he trailed behind his older brother he stopped giving me one last soft smile before continuing on

"oh,my lady," i could hear nan curtsy behind me "you're father was worried," i sighed rolling onto my back lifting up my book to continue reading

"tell him I'm well and safe, thank you," she curtsyed again as I continued with my book

~~~~

ivar looked up at his brother, sigurd who sat staring at him smugly

"she'll never want you,she needs a man who can pleasure her," he paused sipping his mead "you can't do that, you're a cripple," he shrugged swishing his cup about

"shut up," ivar mumbled weakly, he wanted her so bad but knew he couldn't have her, he was right he couldn't pleasure her, or give her what she needed, he just couldn't and knowing sigurd was right made him even more moody and he looked down sadly at his useless body and thought of the dark haired beauty who spoke to him earlier,for the first time he felt content thinking about her

~~~~~

i feel like this is short but its more of a filler because the next chapter is going to be very...detailed, thank you for reading and the support on my other two posts(the first chapter on this and "my most beautiful girls") good bye!!

*I'm very busy ATM so I'm sorry for the bad schedule/uploading times*

[i-am-the-queen-of-england]

"my most beautiful girls"

ivar x reader

(played by Anne boleyn)

"her majesty is delivered of a healthy daughter," ivars mead dripped as he dropped his mouth open

"I have a daughter?" he was shocked he thought the child would be crippled, or be a still born, but no, his child was here healthy and strong "may I see them?" he nodded walking back to his post as ivar lifted himself of the seat only to walk in to his wife's room to find her dressed in pink silk that seemed to have jewels sowed into it and in her soft small hands she held a white bundle where his sweet angel lay

"come, come see her ,my love," she was smiling softly as a chubby hand reached up to grab a lock of her hair "she has your eyes," he looked into her bright blue eyes and there was no doubt they were his

"she has your nose though," although she had only been born he could already see his wife's nose take form on the child's pale face "your piggy nose," he tapped his wife's nose then his daughters causing then both to giggle, he smiled leaning into his daughters hands as the grabbed at his hair which had came loose from the braids his wife had styled at the start of the day

"I can tell she'll be a great beauty," he looked up at his wife tracing her face with his finger allowing her to press a kiss to his finger

"of course she will look at her mother," to this she blushed looking back down at the bundle in her arms,he stared at her and wondered how he ever found freydis beautiful, his new wife had rosy cheeks dark seductive eyes and her hair was like silk and hung in dark curls past her back, she wasn't the thickest about but she had these soft small perky breast and long slim legs her rump wasn't to big but it was perfect for him, but despite her looks her mind had to be the most beautiful thing about her, she was smart, very intelligent and witty with a sharp tounge, but she was soft and sweet, the town's people loved her aswell as the nobles and there was no one ivar would rather have by his side than his new wife

"my most beautiful girls," he lifted his daughter carefully then shifted so his head could rest on his wife's chest his head rising and falling with his wife's breaths

"my most beautiful family," her hand rested on his head as the other rubbed his forearm "I will still give you sons ivar I swear on the gods," he shook his head, her breast shaking under him from the movement

"I don't need sons, I have all I'll ever need, my daughter," he rubbed his daughters rosy cheeks smiling as she slept soundly in his arms "and my wife, my only true wife," he looked up smiling at her dark eyes loving the way her small lips curled into a crooked smile "I love you, my queen,"he could feel her still then relax back onto the pillows behind

"I love you ,my king, but I will still give you children, I promise you," he smirked remembering the last time they had sex his cock hardening as he called in a maid who took the baby

"well why don't we start now?" he smirked pulling his tunic over his head as she laughed taking apart her dress

~~~~~

this was meant to be soft but it got a bit...sexy at the end, this is my first ever short (very very short) imagine

I used Anne Boleyn as the wife because I feel like ivar would be attracted to this dark women who stood out against the blonde females but you can imagine her how you would like, after all it's your story

[i-am-the-queen-of-england]

Look at that!

ivar x reader

(of course played by anne boleyn)

he smiled down at his wife brushing her dark curls from her face then rubbing the large bump on her stomach

"good morning my Falcon," he whispered softly as she stirred opening her eyes slowly adjusting to the light she smiled that beautiful crooked smile at him and he felt his heart melt

"good morning my Raven," she placed her hand on his to which he slowly lifted to press a kiss on her knuckles placing a hand back on her round stomach

but the moment was short lived as a guard knocked the door calling ivars name

"i must get ready my love I'll be back soon," he nodded still half asleep and allowed him to roll of her and sit up

"my lady," a soft hand touched her head brushing curls away from her face "it would be time to get ready," she opened her eyes slowly looking around as her maidens tidied the room,nan stood up helping her up before helping her freshen up and do her hair for the day

"you're hair has a wonderful silk feel and thickness to it ma'am," she blushed at the compliment she was nearly ready to give birth and although she was excited and her pregnancy gave her a beautiful glow she was worried about how she would look after, especially her body

she stared at her body covering her self best she could with the large round bump in the way, she watched as her youngest maiden lifted a rose oil of the shelf and placed some onto random areas of her stomach, she smiled as her babies small feet moved about reacting warmly to the maidens hands rubbing his home

"they will be a strong one ma,am," she smiled warmly at the child pushing a strand of blonde hair of her forehead, to which she leant into the queens touch

"they'll take after their papa,"she stood up cleaning her hands then moved to where her four underskirts were she slipped them on confused as her dress appeared to sag yet look tight on her bump

"I think we'll need to add an extra panel," to which they did a small panel but enough to give her room to breath, they swapped her dark underskirts to deep purples as they could now see them as the dress had shifted up abit

they placed a sparkling black cross on her neck then attached her dark veil onto her head as she fixed her earrings

"thank you girls," they bowed their heads leaving the room, making her way to the mirror she twirled round looking at her deep purples under her dress

she heard her husband shuffle into the room and plop onto the bed dropping his crutch

"look at that!" he made a noise shifting round to look at his beautiful wife he smiled softly then looked down to all the purple fabrics covering her ankles "ive had to add an extra panel to all my skirts!" he rolled his eyes shifting onto a seat so he could look at her better

"whats so bad about that? our baby is growing healthy, a big belly is a good sign my dear," she pouted turning to look at him then look at her belly

"it's going to ruin my figure, it's ruining my figure,"he laughed looking down at his folded hands,she sighed angrily "ivar! its not funny, What if i look uglier after child birth, i wont have my pregnant glow and, and my stomach could have stretch marks and," her rant was cut short as ivar spoke

"that's enough my dear," he moitioned with to fingers for her to come hither to which she did,just as she was about to kneel he stopped her, he took her hands and placed them on his shoulders as he rested his head on her swelled belly "if you're worried about me not finding you beautiful then you are stressing over something so stupid my falcon, i will find you beautiful no matter what, i didn't marry you for your unique beauty, i married you for your personality, intelligence, sharpness, i married you for you and if the after affects of pregnancy make you feel ugly, i will be their for you and show you how beautiful you really are no matter what you go through my love," she didnt bother to hold back her glossy tears which seemed to make her dark eyes stand out more

"oh, I hate being so emotional," she laughed wiping her tears away as he laughed with her kissing her round belly

"you look beautiful my dear although, i have something that's better than that," he paused looking at her cross necklace,it was strange, he respected her religion and respected that she fought for her religion, but he also respected that she knew about his religion and infact in some sense she was part of it, when he prayed to gods, she would be there, praying with him and instead of wearing a cross she had viking Jewels,they respected eachother "little jeweled necklace," she raised and eyebrow touching her jewels

"you do?" she questioned he pulled out a red velvet pouch from his pocket a gold RB embroidered into it

"I had it personally made by the french man who you originally bought from in france," she smiled hands now placed on her swollen self, he opened the pouch pulling out a pearl necklace with a gold B with three pearls hanging of the bottom

"oh my love,it's so beautiful,i don't know how to thank you," she unclasped her black necklace laying it in her velvet chest where her jewels lay before moving her hair to let her husband securing her new necklace

"I love you,I love you with my entire being," she smiled into the mirror at him stroking his smooth face

"Je t'aime," he smiled into her neck running his hands down to her bump where his baby grew

~~~~~~~~

this was really bad but I saw these deleted scenes from the tudors and I had to do it,i also feel like this would make a really good series,no? just me? okay...anyway the new chapter foe the kings daughter will be out pretty soon so keep and eye out for that, and ill see you im my next chapter

[august-diehl]

Sweet Anne

Ivar x Reader

A huge thank you to @ceridwenofwales for the feedbacks, you’re the best girl.

Living in the streets wasn’t easy for you, ever since the orphanage that you lived in kicked you out when you came of age. You needed to steal food, and sometimes, you closed your eyes to sleep hungry. No matter how difficult things were, you never sold your body or drugs. You couldn’t do it because it wasn’t who you were. You have never met your parents, and this life was everything you ever knew. No one showed kindness towards you, not even a sweet tone was spoken to you. All you knew was hate, contempt and indifference, but that did not break your spirit. You had kindness in your heart, and your purity was what attracted Ivar.

You were stealing bread to eat, what you didn’t knew was that Ivar was watching you. He thought about confronting you, but he decided to watch you instead. When you left with the bread from the bakery, you went straight to the kids with their mother. Although you were starving, you couldn’t bear the sight of children suffering. They should never be hungry, you thought. You couldn’t watch them eat, so you started walking down the street, with your hand on your aching stomach. It has been two days since you last ate, and your stomach kept howling disapproving of your selfless action.

Ivar decided to do something about you, he couldn’t watch you like that anymore. His wife would’ve done something for you. He wouldn’t care, but she would, his sweet Anne. That’s exactly what he did, he came to you and offered you a lunch. He wanted to know more about you and you were happy that that man payed you lunch, you haven’t eaten a good lunch since the orphanage. But more important, he looked at you. At least for a moment you were not invisible.

“Why did you do that?” Ivar asked intrigued.

“Did what?” You frowned.

“Gave the bread to that family.” Your eyes widen, he saw that.

“They are children, they should never cry to their mother for food.” You explained, and Ivar was impressed with your good nature.

“What about you?” Ivar asked, he was really intrigued by you.

“What about me?” You asked, Ivar chuckled.

“What do you do to feed yourself? Do you only steal bread?” You were a little uneasy, but he was the one that paid you food, the least you could do was answer to his questions.

“Yeah, the other women sell their bodies, others become hustlers.” You shrugged, you would never do that.

“Hustlers?” You laughed, he had no idea what that was.

“It means drug dealers, so you say hustlers to avoid saying drug dealers all the time.” Ivar was sad for you, he thought that you didn’t deserve being exposed to toxic situations like that, prostitution and drugs. He knew that eventually the hunger would overcome your morality.

“Well, thank you so much for the lunch. You have no idea how much that means to me.” You tried to leave, but Ivar held your arm.

“Where you’re going to sleep tonight?” He asked, you could see that he was crying.

“There’s a park not far from here, but since winter is coming, I need to go to a shelter. One that has vacancy at least.” You knew there was no guarantee that you would get a bed for that night because the shelter required people to line up at 4:30 p.m., and those who were first in line got priority for shelter. The competitivity was far worse during the cold nights, as even the most suspicious would fight for a spot to avoid the harsh weather outside.

“You can sleep at my house tonight, I have a spare room.” You removed your arm from his grip immediately.

Ivar wanted to take advantage of you, he was like every man that you met, just because you were hungry, they thought that they could do anything they wanted to you.

Ivar grabbed his crutches and went after you, you understood him wrong, he wanted to help you, not take advantage of you.

“Wait, Y/N.” Ivar tried to keep your pace, but he fell on the floor.

He was in pain, and guilty washed over you. You turned on your heel to help him.

“Ivar, I’m sorry.” Hot tears were running down your face when you realized you had judged him as you have been judged.

“I just wanted to say that I’m not going to take advantage of you, I want to help.” He hissed in pain.

“Okay.” You nodded and followed Ivar to his house.

You met his son, he was one year old, and so beautiful. Ivar told you about his mother, that died in labor. He was devastated, and had no idea how to take care of a baby. Ivar gave you clothes and lessons about how to behave properly. He wanted to help you, and you couldn’t be more grateful to him. The way you found to show your appreciation was looking after him and his son. But in Ivar’s eyes, you weren’t Anne, of course that you never noticed how every lesson was an unconscious attempt from his part to turn you into someone you would never be. You were too grateful and in love with him to notice something wrong.

One night, Eirik was crying. Ivar didn’t listen, but you did, and you went to him. He was the most beautiful baby you have ever seen in your life. You took Eirik from his crib to soothe him and he started to sleep in your arms, you kissed his forehead and whispered to him:

“I know that I’m not your mother, but I’ll always be here for you. You can always count on me, that’s a promise.” You decided to sleep with Eirik that night, and you did.

What you didn’t know was that Ivar was watching you, he was pleased that you loved his son. But seeing you with the baby was a reminder that it should be Anne calming Eirik. Ivar rationalized that he had to marry you because Eirik needed a mother.

After two years, Ivar married with you. Your head was in the clouds that you found someone like him. But Ivar wasn’t as delighted as you were, he kept making comparisons between you and Anne, he never got over his sweet Anne, the proof of that was a huge painting that was hanged in the living room.

After five years of marriage, you started to notice Ivar wasn’t caring and sweet like he used to be in the beginning, he was cold and distant. You tried to be positive and think it was probably due problems from work, but you could see that it wasn’t. The fact that Ivar kept whatever it was troubling him to himself was making you miserable, but you did not let Ivar know. You didn’t want to make him feel pressured. You would wait for Ivar to share his fears with you when he felt prepared.

His son, Eirik, called you mother as you were part of every important moment in his life, and you loved him like he was really your son. You were always alone at that house, which made you go to a studio, and there you learned how to make sculptures in marble, you were so proud of your work, as well as your teacher. He said that you could make an exposition in an art gallery.

*******************

At dinner you were excited that Ivar was at home, you could tell everything about your work. He was calmly reading something, so you took a deep breath and looked at him.

“Ivar?” He hummed in response.

“I wanted to show you something that I’m working on.” You said feeling your heart beating fast as it seemed that everything you said to Ivar was enough to Ivar lose his temper.

“I don’t have time.” He didn’t even bother to look at you.

“I know you’re busy, but…” He didn’t let you finish.

“I said that I don’t have time, stop bothering me.” He left, and you cried.

You were feeling so lonely since Ivar put Eirik in a boarding school. It didn’t matter that you begged him not to. He did not listen to you, or his son’s pledges. You were always crying yourself to sleep, begging Ivar for intimacy, but he only rejected you, and that made you even more depressed.

One night he searched for your warmth, but he was trying to forget something, Anne’s birthday. He was rough with you, but you didn’t mind. Ivar was touching you and nothing else mattered.

*****************

You were pregnant. You were floating with the fact you would give a brother or a sister to Eirik, and you would have a part of Ivar and yourself in your arms soon. The day that you wanted to tell Ivar, his brother Hvitserk was visiting. You really liked him. You thought you have never met brothers who were exactly the opposite as Ivar and Hvitserk. While Ivar was grumpy, Hvitserk was joyful. You entered the house and searched for Ivar. You were so excited to tell him the news. You heard voices coming from the dining room, it was Ivar and Hvitserk.

“When are you going to give me another nephew or niece? Ubbe and Bjorn have three, you only have one.” That made you even more excited, his family wanted another child too.

"I can't have a child with her, I would be cheating on Anne, and everything we had." Ivar’s words brought tears to your eyes.

“Don't you think it's unfair with her? You put Anne on a pedestal and nothing that your wife does will ever be enough for you.” Hvitserk asked, he was feeling bad for you.

"No one is better than my Anne, she was one of a kind." You ran to your room.

Ivar did not want children from you, and you were pregnant. You were crying for you, trapped in a loveless marriage, and for you child, that was growing inside you because its father would never love him or her.

Your phone rang, it was your professor.

“Hello?” You said with a cracked voice.

“Y/N, stop crying. You won’t even need to do an art exhibition, I already sold your sculptures.” Your professor was laughing like a mad man.

 “That’s great.” You said, but you didn't even think about selling your sculptures.

“I sold it for a million dollars.” He said, and laughed even more.

“Thank you so much.” You wiped the tears off your face.

“Y/N, you’re not understanding. I sold each one of them for a million dollars, and they want more.” You were stunned, you made five of them.

“Does that mean?” Your professor did not let you finish.

“You’re a millionaire in your own right.” He said sternly.

That gave you an idea, you were going to raise your child as far away from Ivar as possible.

Let me know your thoughts on this story. :)