#arvid x reader

[bad268]

I saw your thing about an Arvid Lindblad x reader story, and I have a few ideas. Perhaps they are all ready a couple, and everyone's doing something at Prema, and Y/n ends up falling asleep on Arvid's shoulder, and he kisses her head and comforts her, and everyone is just in awe of how adorable both of them are. Perhaps one of his teammates takes a photo of them.

it's just so adorable

love your work!!

His Backpack (Arvid Linblad X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (NGL THIS MADE ME OBSESSED)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (Arvid and Dino F2 teammates) Side note, requests are open for Arvid again (under the assumption I will be aging him up to F2 or F1, no exclusively F3 requests)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1154

Summary: Nothing…just some pictures of Arvid and his backpack…

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/redbull's Instagram)

For once this weekend, you were able to catch your breath. You were running around, following after your boyfriend and his teammates all weekend, but today it seemed even worse. You did not even have to do any of the racing or public appearances, but you were always by their sides, more specifically Arvid’s side. No matter what was going on, you were there holding his hand the entire time.

Well, unless he was doing an interview or in the car. In those cases, you were right off to the side or on the pit wall. It did not take long for Dino, Gabriele, and the rest of the team, minus Rene, to start calling you his backpack. Rene knew you were always like this, but he joined in the teasing every once in a while.

That was years ago and nothing changed.

Back to today, it was a race day. Qualifying went well for Arvid and Dino yesterday, and today was the sprint. Once again, Prema got a podium, and you were the loudest cheerer because it was your boyfriend on the top step once again.

Maybe it was all the cheering. Maybe it was the long walk between the paddocks. Maybe it was just because it’s Monaco. You were ready to pass out, and you would appreciate this debrief to end sooner rather than later. 

It had already been going on for an hour and a half. You gave up trying to read everyone’s lips after 30 minutes, opting to just rest your head against Arvid’s and play with his hands. He also knew you were tired. You only ever played with his hands when you were nervous or trying to keep yourself awake. 

“Hey,” he whispered to you as he took his headset off one ear momentarily. You looked up at him sleepily, causing a smile to spread on his face. “You can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re wrapping up, but it’s not gonna be anytime soon. Might as well get comfy.”

“If you’re sure,” You trailed off as you eyed him wearily, but he used his other hand to push your head back down to his shoulder. You did not oppose it one bit as you got comfortable while Arvid left a kiss on your forehead before putting the headphones back on correctly. 

You resituated yourself to be less on your own chair as you slowly moved your legs to be across Arvid’s lap, You cautiously looked at him, but he did not seem to care how you were practically sitting on his lap now. He just kept running his fingers up and down your back. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as you hid your face in his neck, given the new position. It was much more comfortable, so you were able to fall asleep in no time. 

When the briefing came to Arvid, suddenly, no one wanted to talk about work. 

“How long have they been asleep?” Rene was the first one to ask with a small smile. He had seen you two grow up together, and even he would be lying if he said he did not find your relationship adorable.

“The last half hour or so,” Arvid answered quietly as he looked down at you with a fond smile. You had shifted a little more, so your head was no longer on his shoulder or in his neck. You were more pressed against his chest, but you had also curled into yourself and closer to Arvid like you were cold. The smile dropped from Arvid’s face immediately at the thought of you being cold, so he slowly and carefully pulled off the Prema jacket he had been wearing. Thankfully, you were a heavy sleeper, so you did not even budge as he wrapped it around your shoulders. He watched your face change from a neutral, peaceful expression to a small smile as you pulled yourself closer to his body.

By the time Arvid finally looked up, he was met with the entire team staring at him. Dino had his phone out and was recording the entire interaction, causing Arvid to half-heartedly glare at him. 

“Please, don’t post that,” Arvid pleaded.

“I won’t, but I will send it in our group chat,” Dino laughed as he was already sending it to the entire team. “You guys are cute.”

“Don’t let them see that,” Arvid sighs, giving into the teasing, “They hate falling asleep in front of people.”

They finally switched the topic back to the race. Seeing you asleep made them realize that it was getting late, and they needed to be back at the track early the next day. They quickly ran through the last of the notes before releasing everyone to start wrapping up to head home. You told Arvid earlier that he should sort his things before the debrief, so he was ready to head out as soon as Rene called it. 

Arvid pulled out his phone from the jacket pocket to schedule an Uber to pick the two of you up before he looked down at you, still asleep. He did not have the heart to wake you up, so he unwrapped your arms from his waist and put them through the jacket sleeves. Then, he situated you on his back. It was something he had gotten pretty good at, and you did not even flinch when he stood up. He walked through the garage, saying good night to the team, all the while, carrying your sleeping form on his back. When he finished saying good night to the last member of the crew, he headed to the parking lot where the Uber was waiting to take you two to the hotel.

Sometime when he was walking around the garage, Dino took another picture of you two. Arvid did not have the chance to look at his phone until he had placed you on the hotel bed, and when he did, his face grew red. Not from embarrassment! He was blushing!

The pictures were so cute. He was surprised that Dino took such nice pictures even though he liked to tease you both the most. Arvid’s favorite picture, he does not even remember doing it, but Dino caught a moment where Arvid was looking at your head on his shoulder, smiling. Arvid immediately made that his lockscreen picture, and would show you the rest of them tomorrow. 

When he was about to shut his phone off for the night, one last text came in. Dino, of course, sent one last picture. This one was of you looking up at Arvid when you first moved onto his lap in the debrief. Arvid was distracted by the conversation, so he was looking off to the side, but that picture also became one of his favorites of all time. Then, Dino sent one last message. 

“Just some pictures of you and your backpack.”

Yup, Arvid and his backpack.

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Masterlist

F1:

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(lando's version)⁴

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(alex's version)²³

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F2:

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(pepe's version)²¹

(paul's version)¹⁷

F3:

(arvid's version)³

(dino's version)¹

(sebastian's version)

Other:

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(mark's version)⁶

(sebastian's version)⁵

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(arthur's version)⁶⁵

(fred's version)⁷

Series:

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!! I caved and split up F1 and F2/F3 but I will not be breaking up F2/F3!!

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Separate Masterlist

Paul Aron

Frost –W.C. 389

Morning Surprises –W.C. 1101

Drift to Survive –W.C. 1132

“Can I Kiss You” -1k celly

Hold Me –W.C. 893

Take Me Home --W.C. 2165 ~ Pt. 2 --W.C. 1520

Rookie Debuts --W.C. 1751 (Coming Soon)

Ollie Bearman

My Champion –W.C. 1710

Wet– W.C. 365

Loop– W.C. 138

Concussed --W.C. 1123 (Coming Soon)

Everbody's a Ferrari Fan—W.C. 2027 (Coming Soon)

Dino Beganovic

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Juan Manuel Correa

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Jak Crawford

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Dennis Hauger

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Arvid Lindblad (reqs open again for him)

Trio Shorts --W.C. 1365

His Backpack –W.C. 1154

Something New --W.C. 1467 (Coming Soon)

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Pepe Marti

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Sebastian Montoya

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Dream –W.C. 386

Because of You –W.C. 2015

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Second Place– W.C. 1342

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

[a-stupidbisexual]

Teenage Dirtbag babyy !! - F2/3/F1 academy grid

my first smau - please be kind I’m new with the tools

Y/N x Paul Aron - Ollie Bearman x Andrea Kimi Antonelli - Abbi Pulling x Doriane Pin

Later - 3 am

Yourusername

Yourusername I’m just a teenage dirtbag babyyy

tagged : paularon_, olliebearman, kimi.antonelli, racerbia and 6 others

User1 young drivers on social media are a blessing

User2 WAIT IS THAT OLLIE AND KIMI ?!!

            User3 AND DORIANNE AND ABBI ?!!

maxverstappen1 stop posting on social media and answer our calls

User4 oh to be a part of that friend group …

Racerbia

Racerbia never let Y/N plan the hangout

tagged : yourusername, olliebearman, kimi.antonelli, paularon_ and 6 others

Yourusername hey !!! It was amazing !

User6 AFTER BEARNELLI AND PINING WE GOT PAULY/N ?!!!

Arvid.lindblad actually the best hangout of my life

            Yourusername finally who someone likes my hangout plan

            Landonorris wait until tomorrow morning

The next day

Sunlight was already picking through the curtains when Y/N woke up. Her head was hurting, like someone was hitting it from inside. She tried to get herself up, but some weight was keeping her pinned against the mattress. She turned her head and saw a blond head she knew too well. Sure, her and Paul were big on physical touch but sleeping like this never happened. She carefully shifted to see the room without letting go of Paul’s embrace.

Y/N observed the room and the people in it. She could recognize Kimi and Ollie on the couch opposed to her, the older spooning the other. She had a moment of confusion, but she knew Kimi and Ollie had always been big on PDA even as friends. She kept looking around, checking if all her friends did make it back to the apartment. Arvid, Dino, Maya and Bianca were all sleeping on the floor with some blanket resting on them. And on the armchair, you could find Abbi and Dorianne literally glued to each other, managing to fit in the tight chair. Y/N tried to get up to go eat something but all the moving and shifting in Paul’s arm woke him up.

“Hi princess!” he said with the sleepiest voice ever.

“Hi baby!” she responded, hugging him tighter.

Then she got up, after spending a few minutes convincing Paul to let her go. Y/N walked to the kitchen, open the door and faced Charles, Max, Oscar and Lewis. She brutally closed the door before reopening it. “Good morning, everybody!”

“Good afternoon actually!” Charles pointing the clock on the wall. He was right, it was indeed way past noon. 3pm actually.

“So, what’s the reason for the visit?” said Y/N trying to act cool in front of her 4 grid-dad.

“Humm…You don’t remember last night, do you?” Oscar asked.

“Euuh no …?” She responded.

“Well, we have a little explanation to do when everyone wakes up” Oscar sighed.

Max stood up and entered the living room to shout, “EVERYONE WAKES UP NOW!” The mass of teen made a groaning sound, some of them complaining about their head. There was also some confusion like Abbi and Dorianne who were looking at each other, not understanding the how and why they were like this. Same for Kimi and Ollie. After a couple minutes, the other older driver entered the room and told everyone to sit and listen to them.

“You kids are fucking mental; you should definitely know that! Before we start scolding each of you, do you actually remember what happened yesterday?” Charles was endorsing his role as the principal grid-dad of those kids.

“I remember that we met up here, we drank maybe one or two beers then we went to the bar.” said Kimi, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, and Y/N picked up a worksite cone and put it on her head.” Gaby completed.

“I remember something about Ollie and Kimi, and Abbi and Dorianne, like they kissed or something like that” Arvid said earning some weird looks from the four.

Bianca finished their story and added “I remember Y/N got stuck on a tree, we called Oscar to help but Paul got her back before he arrived.”

“Well we have a base to work on” Max said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not that bad, I thought they would black out like completely.” said Lewis.

“So kids, you all got wasted at the bar and started doing random shit, like sitting on rooftops, stealing shopping carts, scooters and you also did some private things, you should check your insta especially Bianca and Y/N” Charles resumed the whole night and let all the teens check on their insta and realized all the things they did while he decided with the others grid-dads to post something to try to peace the situation.

Charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri and 2 others

Charles_leclerc why did we have to adopt that many teens?

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Olliebearman  we’re sorry dad 😖🥺

            Yourusername speak for yourself

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Paularon_ it hurts but it was amazing

User7 The Bearnelli and PaulY/N pic 🥹

Dinobeganovic_ never let me have alcohol ever again

            Maya_weug same

            Gabrieleminiofficial same

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well that's it ! I'm kinda proud of this, i hope you're gonna love this as much as me ! byye :)

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Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, insecurities, a bit of angst... Let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I know this one is a very short chapter, sorry! 🥺 The next one's gonna be longer, I promise! Nevertheless, I absolutely love it. 🥰

This sequel is based on @eleniblue 's ideas. 😊

Tags: @lady-rose-moon @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbsblr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @theaudacitytowrite @jennyggggrrr @asgards-princess-of-mischief @eleniblue @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @valencia-rou @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @lokiforever @anukulee @multifandom-worlds (Continuing in the comments)

❄️ Chapter One ❄️ Chapter Three ❄️

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Chapter Two - Sharing the Same Blood

You were seated on the little sofa; barely started to read your book in order to take a breather from the stressful day. It was always stressful, when Loki was away on royal duty and you had to rule Jotunheim alone.

Suddenly, impatient knocks drummed against the door to the royal chambers. You closed your book shut again, and put it away. There were only two persons in the world who knocked like this. "Come in!" You called out, smiling at what was to come.

"Mommy!" The twins both yelled in union storming through the door. They ran over to you and jumped on the sofa to join you, each boy cuddling against your side. Váli on the left, Áki on the right. "Hey boys!" You welcomed them with open arms, of course, having seen them lastly early this morning. They had been with their tutor the whole day, learning about Jotunheim, the nine realms, how to behave as princes and so on.

You wrapped an arm around your sons and placed a kiss on each forehead. "How were your lessons today? I heard Arvid took you to the city?" You felt them nod. "Mhm," said Áki, while Váli revealed more. "He wanted to show us the market." "Oh, great. I love the market. Did you like it?" At your question, both boys went quiet, nobody answering your question. Their excitement gone. You frowned, noticing immediately that you obviously asked the wrong question. Something was clearly off. "You didn't like it, huh?" Both shrugged their shoulders. "Now what kind of answer is that? What happened? Was Arvid too strict?" "No, mommy, the market was great, but..." Váli started, not finishing his sentence, causing his twin brother to jump in. "But when we were allowed to go play, there was a boy, who, uh, who asked us if we truly are twins..." You frowned even more. Now that was strange. "Why?" "He said because me and Váli look different and not like brothers."

After those words you heard a small, soft sob coming from your left, which wrenched your heart. "He said I-I l-look strange." You immediately shook your head. Turning softly to face Váli, you brushed your hand through the thick, blonde curls on top of his head. "No, sweetheart. You don't look strange. You look like me - and I couldn't be prouder." Matching eyes looked up into yours, still clouded by tears. "But why do Áki and I look different? We are brothers - or not?"

That was the first time in eight years you - or Loki were faced with this question. Sure, they looked different from the day they were born, but the boys never questioned it, because it was normal. Everyone in the palace treated them equally, so they seemingly didn't have the need to ask. Until now. Until somebody would 'judge' them. And you knew that day would come. It was just a matter of time - and well... Today was the day.

"Of course, you are brothers," you started, placing a kiss on both princes foreheads. Luckily Váli's tears had subsided by now. "You two look different because of your heritage." "Our h-h... henri-age?" Asked Áki, clearly confused. You giggled at the pronunciation of the word. Clearly a word they weren't familiar with - yet. It was time for them to learn about it, though. "Yes, love. Heritage. It's a word to describe where you're coming from. Where your home is, and what the traditions, culture and so on are." They were looking at you expectantly and confused, but also very excited and intrigued. "Okay, let me explain. You know this is home, right? Jotunheim." Both, Váli and Áki nodded. "But you also know there are other realms. Midgard, for example." And once again, a nod. "Right. So... Jotunheim - realm of the Frost Giants. Like you know, they are tall, have cerulean skin, beautiful ruby eyes and unique ridges on their skin. It's your daddy's home. He is a Jotun; born and raised here." "I look like daddy!" Áki giggled excitedly. You smiled, "You do." booping his nose. "But I don't look like your dad, right? Jotunheim isn't my heritage. I was born and raised in Asgard, like your uncle Thor. I'm an Æsir. Fair skin, mostly blonde hair and very beautiful." Váli frowned; the gears in his head turning. "Is that why I look like you, mommy?" You nodded at him; running once again your hand through his hair. "Yes, that's right. You two are the perfect, wonderful product of the love your father and I share. Nature just decided to make you look different and unique."

The twins looked up at you, stunned. "Wow..." Váli and Áki gasped in union, causing you to smile at their sugar-sweet reaction. They were so pure and innocent - and you enjoyed it while it lasted. "But... Uh, mommy?" "Yes, Áki?" "How did you meet daddy? Arvid said that the realms are far apart and not that easy to reach..." You smiled, immediately recalling the memories of yours and Loki's first encounter, back when you were younger. "Let's sit in front of the fire place; make ourselves comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story..." That was exactly what you did; telling them how you met the love of your life.

"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki your eight-year-old twins. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, dirty and 'dangerous' details. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father."

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Right person wrong time

Requested by @rochyu.

Author's note: Hey people! I am back. I know it's been long and I am sorry for that but I had to manage some serious things that kept me away for some time. Sorry for making you waiting too long. I hope you will like it. I hope it's like you wanted this to be, because it's a request inspired by this scene of Game Of Thrones. Well, till the next time have fun and take care.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader.

Genre: Drama, sad, romance, angst.

Summary: You had an affair with Ivar.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, beating, miscarriage.

Men don't deserve anything.

You were late to understand that to survive in a world full of hungry for power men is not easy. It had never been easy for a woman in power. But that wasn't the only reason men didn't deserve you. You loved and you got betrayed. You payed for it with the worst way possible and the man that you didn't believe that would be like all the others was just the same and maybe worse.

Anyways, those traumas made you who you ended up being. A queen. Somehow you managed to survive from vicious men.

By telling vicious men nobody could leave behind Ivar the Boneless. He was the man you thought different from the others. Not because of the deformity of his legs. Nothing like that. But from his character. They called him cruel and other words related to monster, but he wasn't only that. At least that was what you believed at first.

But you did your mistakes. Ivar wasn't the only one to put the blame on. Sometimes you even caught yourself thinking how it would be like if you ended up together somehow. How it would be like if he didn't sail to England and didn't die. You had to admit he had a thing for that place he hated it with every bit of his cold heart. His heart wasn't that cold eventually.

Back there, you were just the woman of a new crowned king. A man you hated with every bit of your heart. You felt some of the hate Ivar did for England. Arvid wasn't the right man for you and you knew that from the beginning when your father, another king, married you off to him. Arvid was cruel and you got to know it with the worst way.

Well, you hated the man and then—after a couple of months of your wedding—Ivar came in the picture. The young king of Kattegat plotting an alliance with your husband. That was how you met each other. At first, his curious blue eyes were stuck on you. Then he was talking with you. You grew to like him and he did the same. You even made plans in your mind about a future with him. A future that was impossible to have.

All this fall away after your first and only night together. He had confessed during that night that due to that deformity he couldn't have children, but as the story proved some time after that night, he could. He had impregnated you. You wanted to tell him, but he wasn't around anymore, he was back in Kattegat, and at the same time you were trying to hide it from your husband.

Apparently, you were awful at hiding.

You walked inside the Great Hall of your house after your husband's demands. Ivar was already there. When your eyes met, you could see the confusion in his curious blue eyes.

You were about to take your place next to your husband. You were going to sit on your seat next to his throne. But as you walked closer to him, his hand stopped you. Arvid held his hand in front of you and stopped you. You obeyed and stopped there, looking at him. You couldn't imagine back then that he had managed to find out about your secret thing with king Ivar.

Ivar and his men were behind you, seated at the tables of the Great Hall. You didn't dare to look back at him, but you could feel his gaze burning your back. He could sense that something was wrong too.

Arvid stood up from his throne, grabbing his axe from the floor next to him his men gathered around you two. You looked at them and then at him. You felt afraid. You weren't going to let anyone see, as you were still the queen, king Arvid's wife.

Ivar was looking at you, his brows collided as he was watching what was happening around there. He was angry, it was obvious, but he was cleverer than to cause a scene. But what it came to you, he didn't know what was happening to him. Ivar saw red. Well, even worse he saw black. In the thought that you were in trouble made him sick, made want to kill everyone inside this room, but that wasn't a wise thing to do.

Arvid raised his sword and pointed it to you. You felt like you wanted to look at the floor, to look like you were guilty about something, but you didn't do it. You kept your face straight on him, watching each move he did. He walked closer to you still pointing that axe to you.

"Do you know the reason you are in this position, (Y/N)?" Arvid asked you as he placed the blade of his axe on your chin and lifted your face a bit. Before you could even speak, say that you didn't know, he did it for you. "You are here to answer about your latest treason." He spoke again looking at you. After that you were sure that he knew what you did and with who.

"My king, please let me—" You were about to beg about something anything, you just wanted to save this child and Ivar. Even if he seemed like he didn't even care about your condition, you wouldn't want him to get hurt.

You were no shieldmaiden, no woman who could fight. You couldn't even lift a sword, but for this child you were able to do everything.

As you spoke, your eyes got wet. You couldn't keep your tears. You were weak. You were weak in the eyes of Gods' and you hated that but you couldn't keep it anymore. You didn't care that you were humiliated, not when your child was still fine.

"You betrayed me with the worst way, woman. You cheated on me with another man. You humiliated me. Killing you would sent a message to whoever thinks that he can betray me and get away with it, but that would cause me more problems with your father. So I have to punish you with another way." When he finished talking, he threw the axe on the floor next to me and walked but to his throne. Arvid sat on the seat and looked at you. Your cheeks were wet with new tears that you were trying to keep in so hard. A smirk formed on his face as he was watching you. "Bo." He spoke to one of his warriors and he moved closer to you. Your eyes didn't move from your husband's figure as you were waiting for his next commands. "And leave her face. I like her pretty." That was his last command before Bo punch you

First he punched your belly and your screamed. Your hand met your still tiny belly and cried. You wanted to fight back. You needed to fight back for your baby. You had fallen after his punch. When you stood, you saw him coming again.

"Not on the belly please. Please!" You cried but he didn't listen. He punched you there again and you fell. You tried to stand up again, but you felt terrible pain in your belly. "My baby..." You cried silently as you saw the blood on your dress. You closed your eyes before you try to stand up again. You were humiliated. You had lost your baby. You had nothing left.

When you opened your eyes, they moved on Ivar. He was stood now. All angry. But his men were holding him back in place. It wouldn't be beneficial for him to start a war with Arvid.

That was the moment you understood that Ivar didn't matter. He wasn't worth all this humiliation at the end of the day and that was one of the worst parts of your punishment. The first one was the loss of your baby.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to say that my dear wife was with another's child." Arvid said as he stood up from his throne, just to make this scene more intense. "Don't you think my lady is a little bit overdressed? Unburden her." He spoke and Bo kicked you and you fell.

His axe cut off your furs and then your dress. You were crying the whole time, but it was all silently. You were grieving only for your child. You didn't care a bit for your humiliation and your lost pride. Before the dress fall from you, Ivar was the one to step up. But it was too late for him to help you. After the loss of your child you didn't care anymore.

"Enough!" Ivar yelled and jumped in front of everyone before they could stopped him. He grabbed his cloak and threw it over your shoulders, as his bodyguards helped you stand, without being exposed.

"This is getting interesting." You heard Arvid say, as the fight was about to begin, because that was what was going to happen after this. Two of Ivars personal guards walked you away from there. You were crying the whole time and declined the help they offered you.

That was the moment you realized you were all alone. That women in this world, in the viking world were either powerful or powerless. They were treated either like a piece of meat or they were famous shieldmaidens or queens. And you were tired of being the first. You were tired of men treated you like you were their property.

After some time that you were rubbing your hurting belly and crying silently, Ivar found you. He had some bruises on his face and blood all over him. He dismissed his guards and came close to you. His hand found your belly. You could see the tears forming in his eyes. You could never think that Ivar the Boneless could cry over something.

"I wish I knew about this child." He spoke as he was caressing your belly. "I would share with it all the old Norse stories I know." He continued and stopped touching your body. Ivar looked at you, but you avoided to. "You should have told me." He whispered and that was the moment you snapped.

"What?! Are you blaming me? If you had stepped in before he had the chance to hit me, this child would have been well! I would have been well! If you hadn't left me at the first place, nothing would have happened!" You snapped as you walked away from him all mad. You knew that you shouldn't blame it on him. It was all you fault. You shouldn't have trusted any man. You shouldn't have let this happen. You were married. You didn't choose Arvid, but you were his wife.

Ivar snapped too. This was too much for him as well. He wanted a child all his life and he thought that he incapable of having one and after it happened he lost it that way. And apart from that he was losing as well. The only woman he had grown feelings for.

"How dare you blame this on me? You were the one who didn't tell me about my child! You were the one was married with another at the first place!" He yelled at you. You started crying again after that, but not out of fear, out of anger. You were so angry and so sad at the same time that you couldn't control your feelings. Apart from everything you felt angry with you for being so weak, for not being able to control you and never start this thing with Ivar. "I killed him." Was the only thing he said before he walked away from you.

And that was the last time you saw him.

The truth to he spoken, you thought countless of times how it would be like if you stopped him. If you didn't let him go. If you left with him. So many ifs that you thought about.

After that memory, you became strong. You trained a lot and became fearless. But you still loved him. After all this time that blue-eyed man was stuck inside your head. When you heard about his achievements you felt happy. Lowkey, you always hoped about an encounter. A chance with him, as you preferred to call it.

Ivar was what people call right person, wrong time.

Maybe you were wrong. Men didn't deserve, but there are exceptions in everything. So on second thought Ivar was one of them. And that was the reason he left that day. He knew the part of the story that he was wrong and you knew yours.

[sweetest-honey-bunny]

The Darkest Minds

"You've survived the sickness, but you're not the same"

"All patients are given a color assignment that corresponds to their disorders"

Seán Mcloughlin

Number of Escapes - 4

Color - Orange

Abilities - Mind Control

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - TERMINATE ON SIGHT

Mark Fischbach

Number of Escapes - 4

Color - Red

Abilities - Pyrokinesis

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - TERMINATE ON SIGHT

Felix Kjellberg

Number of Escapes - 4

Color - Gold

Abilities - Electrokinesis

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

Y/N L/N

Number of Escapes - 1

Color - Gold

Abilities - Electrokinesis

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

Ethan Nestor

Number of Escapes - 2

Color - Blue

Abilities - Telekinesis

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

Nathan Sharp

Number of Escapes - 2

Color - Blue

Abilities - Telekinesis

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

Matthew Patrick

Number of Escapes - 2

Color - Green

Abilities - Enhanced Intelligence

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

Thomas Sanders

Number of Escapes - 1

Color - Green

Abilities - Enhanced Intelligence

Location - Unknown

Threat Level - Capture on Sight

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@bubblegumbitch36

@semiproeagle23

@awritingsideblog

@freckled-words

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@smolwash

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[thebadgerclan]

Home

Pairing: Matthias Helvar x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: After months abroad, Matthias is home...

A/N: I made this a semi-part 2 to “Across The Sea”, which you can read here, but you don’t have to to understand this

The wind whipped across your face, rustling your skirts and tangling your hair, but you didn’t care.  The battalion of drüskelle who’d been sent to the Wandering Isle were due home today after months abroad.  You’d been at the harbor since dawn, watching the horizon for a ship, for a sign that your husband was coming home.  Of course, you knew there was a real possibility he might not return, that Djel had brought him to the waters while he was gone, but you forced that thought from your mind.  Matthias would come home, he had to come home.

You were surrounded by your fellows, other wives of drüskelle awaiting their return.  Hours passed before a speck flickered into existence on the horizon, and you felt hope ripple through the gathered crowd.  As the ship drew closer, you clutched Djel’s sigil, the one Matthias had left you with, so hard you felt the metal leaving indentations in your skin, but you didn’t care.  Everyone was silent as the ship neared the docks, and when the gangway was lowered, you held your breath.

Commander Brum disembarked first, and you watched as his wife and daughter flew into his arms.  One by one, the drüskelle stepped onto dry land, and one by one, their wives, fiances, and courtship partners flew to them.  As more and more men disembarked, you grew nervous, but in an instant, that nervousness vanished, replaced by pure joy and elation.  “Matthias!”

Your husband sought you immediately, his features dissolving into happiness when he saw you.  Decorum and propriety forgotten, you lifted your skirts and ran as fast as you could to him, tears pouring down your face.  “Matthias!”  He opened his arms to you, grunting slightly when you slammed into his chest, your arms like a vice around his middle.  “Darling,” he whispered, clutching you to him.  “Djel, I missed you so much.”

He held you tightly for several minutes, soaking in your presence, the scent of your hair, the feel of you in his arms, before pulling away so he could look at you.  “My beauty,” he whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  “I missed you so very much.”  “Matthias, I missed you too.  I was so worried that you wouldn’t-”  “Hush, none of that.  I am here, sweet one, I have returned to you.”

You smiled, and Matthias wiped a few tears from your face.  “I love you,” you whispered, and Matthias stooped to press a short, gentle kiss to your lips.  He longed to keep you in his arms, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, but anything beyond a short, chaste kiss would be highly inappropriate in public.  “You’re wearing the shawl,” Matthias said, rubbing the wool between his fingers.

The shawl your husband had made you hadn’t left your shoulders in the months he’d been gone, it became your relic, a piece of Matthias to cling to.  “Of course I am,” you said.  “I ought to teach you how to knit.  These stitches are awful.”  Matthias laughed, kissing your forehead.  “I think they're unique.”  “If you say so, dear.”  Your intimate reunion was shattered by a gut wrenching scream, and you whirled around to see Mia, a friend of yours, fall to her knees.

Matthias' expression turned dour.  “Arvid didn’t make it,” he said, and you gasped.  Arvid and Mia were newly married when he left, and now the girl was a widow, alone in the world.  “Oh Djel,” you whispered, and your husband nodded.  “There is a service planned in two days time.”  You nodded, forcing yourself to look away from your grieving friend.  “Shall we go home?” Matthias asked, looping his arm through yours.  You nodded, happily following your husband.  It felt wrong to leave Mia when she was grieving, but you would allow yourself to be selfish and bask in your husband’s return.

When you were home, Matthias shut and locked the door and kissed you deeply, his hands carding through your hair.  “There wasn’t a day that I didn’t think of you,” he sighed.  “You were always on my mind.”  You hummed, feeling dizzy from his kisses.  Said kisses might have gone farther if Trassel hadn’t made himself known, barking and yipping with joy upon seeing his master home. “Yes, I’m happy to see you too, you brute.”  Matthias indulged the wolf with a belly rub, but winced as he knelt.  “Are you alright?” you asked, and your husband nodded.  “The journey was rough and some of the witches were rather resistant.  I’m rather sore.” You smiled, kneeling at his side.  “Then let me take care of you, my love.”  You cupped his cheek, and Matthias smiled, leaning into your touch.  “I would like that.”

“I’ll draw you a bath.”  Trassle, whose belly had ceased being rubbed, gave a whimper, and Matthias laughed.  “Well, aren’t you needy?”  He resumed pampering the wolf as you rose and proceeded to the bathroom.  Running water was a luxury few had, but Matthias was fortunate enough to be in Brum’s favor, which granted him such a privilege.  You still had to heat the water, but it saved you several trips to the well.

When the bath was ready, Matthias stripped and settled into the water, groaning as the heat relaxed his muscles.  You gasped upon seeing his body, which was littered with bruises and cuts.  One wound was stitched shut, and thankfully didn’t appear to be infected.  “Sweet Djel,” you whispered, kneeling at the tub’s side.  “I am just fine, darling,” Matthias said, sensing your unease.  

You lifted his arm and kissed every bruise and scar, doing the same to his shoulders, chest, and back.  Such kisses would normally arouse him, but Matthias was so very tired.  When you began gently massaging the knots of muscle in his back, he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut.  You seemed to know exactly where he was hurting and how to ease his pain.  “Don’t fall asleep on me,” you teased.  “I won’t have you drown in your bathwater, Matthias.”

Your husband sighed, but lifted his head.  When the water cooled, you helped him to stand and towel off before pulling a clean nightshirt over his head.  Matthias wasn’t sure when you’d lit a fire in the bedroom, but he was grateful for the warmth after months at sea.  He eased his weary body inthe bed, watching as you removed your dress and changed into a nightgown.  “You are so beautiful,” he said, his words slurred a bit, and you smiled as you slipped beneath the covers.

“I think you need to sleep,” you said, kissing his forehead.  It was just past noon, but Matthias was exhausted and you wouldn’t pass up the chance to sleep in his arms after so long.  “Maybe,” he said, falling silent for a moment.  But after a while, he asked, “Can I braid your hair?”  “Why?”  “I like how you look with it braided.”  “Alright,” you agreed, rolling over so your back was to his chest, and his hands came to your hair.  His motions were slow, and you knew you’d likely have to detangle your hair when you rose, but you didn’t care.

Matthias’ definition of braiding was more like twisting your hair around until it stayed.  But after a moment, his hands stilled and soft snores left his mouth.  You laughed softly, turning over in your husband’s embrace.  “I love you, Matthias,” you said, holding him close to you, letting yourself doze.  After a while, Trassel hopped onto the foot of the bed, snuffling as he settled in, ready to defend his masters as they rested.

[queenxxxsupreme]

Wounded

A/N: I really feel like this was not good the :/ but I sort of like it🤷‍♀️ buuut this is my first Eskel x reader so maybe that’s why

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, people being dicks and bullies, 

Word Count: 4.0k

Summary: A certain witcher saves you from a mob. 

You moved through the market, guiding your cremello stallion, Ghost, through the crowd. Heads turned as you passed, quiet whispers lost in the steady sound of the busy street. You kept your gaze ahead, not bothering to give anyone your attention. 

You knew why they stared at you like you were an outcast. They whispered to each other, gossiping to their neighbors and friends about the scarred whore from Vizima. You were an outsider, a lone woman who left her home of Vizima to settle in the quiet little village outside of Flotsam. They knew nothing of your past but rumors spread quicker than the plague. Soon, the townspeople drew up stories of how you were a whore at a brothel and one of your customers had attacked you. You shook the stories away and didn’t bother to correct them. They were close minded folk. 

You tied Ghost to a wooden stake outside of a little shop and patted his shoulder before going inside. Once inside, you pushed the hood of your cloak off of your head and looked around, surveying your surroundings. 

Curious heads turned in the direction of the shop door opening and a few gasps could be heard. 

You offered the owner of the shop a gentle smile and nod before moving to get what you needed for your home. 

As you looked over the baskets of fruit and vegetables, you could see another customer staring at you, not making any attempts to be discreet. You knew what she was looking at. 

The scars that pulled at the skin on your neck and left arm were difficult to miss, and so was the thick and jagged scar that crossed through your left eye. The injury you sustained to that eye had left it completely white and useless. 

“How much for a sack of horse feed?” You asked the shop owner. He looked at you for a few moments, almost like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer you. 

“27 ducats.”

“I’ll take three please.” You reached into the satchel across your shoulders and began to fish around for the coin.

“Didn’t know we had a freak show in town.” Another man, a customer, looked at the shop owner then to you. 

“I beg your pardon?” You drew your brows together. 

“Best not stir up trouble with this one, Arvid.” The owner shook his head. “Might cast a spell on ya.”

The few customers in the store broke out into laughter. 

You locked your jaw for a moment, taking a steady deep breath through your nose. Biting back the tears was difficult but not impossible. 

The door to the shop opened and a man walked in. You only briefly saw him in the reflective glass behind the shop owner’s counter. You saw a flash of chestnut hair before you tore your gaze away from him. 

“We’re just messin with ya, lass.” The man, Arvid, spoke, leaning against the counter further down from you. “What is your name anyways?”

“Fuck off. I didn’t come here to chat with you.” You spat, sending him a sharp glare. 

“Good! Didn’t want to talk to you anyways, ya miserable whore.” He muttered before storming out of the shop. 

“Here is your coin, good sir.” You passed the shop owner the total you owed him for the horse feed. 

You didn’t even think about which hand you used. It happened to be your left one, the one with mangled skin and shaky fingers. He didn’t reach his hand out to take it from you. Your chest tightened and there was a sting in your ribs. 

“Would you prefer that I set it down for you?” You asked quietly, shame heating up your face. He nodded his head. 

You placed the money down on the counter in front of him. 

“Would it be too much to ask for some assistance in putting the feed on to my horse?” You asked.

“I’ll fetch someone to help you.”

“Thank you.” You watched the owner slip into a room at the back of the shop. 

You continued to look over the produce, picking a dozen or so apples and putting them into your cloth bag. You added a few bundles of strawberries and then picked up a bushel of fresh rosemary. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the man who had just entered lingering by the counter. He was waiting for the shop owner. 

“I will be out of your way in just a moment, good sir.” You told him, not meeting his gaze as you started to dig for more coin in your bag. 

“I’m in no rush, my lady. Take your time.” His voice was deep but quiet. 

When the shop owner returned to his counter, you went to pay him for the produce. 

“Got a man right now puttin the feed on your horse. The white one, right?”

You didn’t like how easy it was for the man to point out your horse. But then again, Ghost was white and your scarred features weren’t easy to forget. 

“Yes.” You nodded softly.

When you finished paying, you went out to Ghost. Around him stood a group of men. One was holding Ghost’s halter. When they saw you approaching them, the man let your horse go.

“Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?” You asked, moving to Ghost. His ears perked up at the sight of you. You rubbed his nose but kept your eyes on those surrounding him. 

“Just taking a look at your stallion. How much?”

“I’m afraid he’s not for sale.” You began to untie the reins from the post.

“Damn shame to have such a handsome horse go to waste. I could use him for my mare. They’d-,”

“I’m not interested, good sir.” You told him firmly. 

“She’s a stupid whore, Cadoc.” The man from earlier, Arvid, said. He stood towards the back of the group. “Won’t listen to a damn thing you say.”

“Come on, Ghost.” You clicked your tongue, urging him to follow you. “Let’s go home.”

“You know, lass, there’s a witcher in town!” One of the man spoke, raising his voice so you could hear him as you walked away. “Bet if I paid the right coin and told him of the witch in the woods, he’d come after ya!”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him, brows drawing together. 

“I’ve done nothing to harm you or anyone else in this miserable town. Nor am I a witch.”

“Might be true, but we don’t much care for beasts lurking in the woods.” 

The men behind him cackled. 

Your chest tightened a little and your heart raced. 

You pulled the hood up over your head and continued guiding Ghost out of the village.

***

The sun was going down when you arrived home and a storm had followed you in, brewing angrily in the clouds above. 

Once you took the feed off of Ghost and took his saddle off, you put him into his stall in the little barn you had. With your bag containing produce over your shoulder, you made your way to your house. You slipped inside just as sheets of rain began to come down from the angry clouds. 

You weren’t hungry, too worried and caught up in the thought of those men in the village. What if they did send the witcher after you? What if they decided to come after you? They could burn down your home or the barn with your precious Ghost inside.

Knowing you’d get no sleep, you started a fire in the hearth and sat on a stool near it to use its light to read. 

You were halfway through your book when you heard something outside. It sounded like a horse.

Slowly, you stood to your feet, listening carefully for anything. The heavy rain made it difficult to hear anything but the rain. You were just about to retrieve your cloak from your room so you could check on your horse when there was a knock on the front door. 

You slapped your hand over your mouth, nearly letting out a shrill scream in fright. 

A few heavy heartbeats passed and you thought that maybe whoever it was had left. You slipped into your room and put your cloak on, bringing the hood up over your head. 

The knock came again as you were approaching the front door. You stopped in your tracks, gripping the material of your cloak tightly in your hands. 

“Who’s there?” You called loud enough so they could hear you over the sound of the rain. 

“My lady, you’re in danger. Those men from the village, the ones taunting you, they are coming for you.”

There was a pressure in your chest that quickly formed. 

How did you know that this man was telling the truth? He could be some sort of trap those men were setting in an attempt to get you out of the safety of your home.

“My lady, you don’t have much time.”

“How do I know that you aren’t lying to me? That you aren’t one of them?”

“You ave no reason to believe me, but if you stay here, you will surely die.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against the wooden door.

“I’ve nowhere else to go, good sir.” You spoke quietly, thinking he couldn’t hear you. “If it is my destiny to die here, then so be it. At least I will be somewhere familiar.”

“My lady, I really don’t think that’s a wise choice.”

With a deep breath, you pulled the door open, ready to find out if this was indeed a trap. 

A man stood before you with a dark cloak on and a hood shielding much of his face. What you could see was the glowing yellow orbs that gazed down at you. 

Your lips parted and you inhaled rather sharply. They indeed had sent a witcher after you.

You stepped away from him, not bothering to close the door. 

“Did-Did they send you after me?” Your voice was weak and timid. “Did they tell you of the-of the beast in the woods?”

“My lady, they did not send me for you.” He shook his head. “But I overheard the men speaking of coming here tonight to….” He trailed off.

Your gaze dropped to the floor.

“And you’ve come to warn me?”

“Yes.” He nodded once. You lifted your gaze to him, meeting his. Though the hood of his cloak casted a shadow over his face, you could see markings on the right side of his face. These were scars. 

“What is your name, master witcher?”

“Eskel.”

You repeated the name in your head, knowing you had heard that name somewhere. Your brows drew together as you gazed at him.

“Would you happen to know Geralt of Rivia?”

“I do.” He glanced over his shoulder, hearing the pounding of hooves against the dirt road that led to your house. “I’m afraid now isn’t the time for talking. They are here.”

“I can’t leave my home, Eskel.” You shook your head stubbornly. “If I leave here, I’ll have nowhere to go.”

He stood there for a moment, gazing down at you. In the poor lighting, you couldn’t read his expression.

“Close the door, put the fire out, and stay somewhere where there are no windows.” He drew a sword from his back and moved away from the door to your home.

“Where are you going?” You asked but would receive no answer. He was already gone into the darkness of the night.

***

You sat on the bed in your guest room, nervously gripping the material of your skirts as you watched the door to the room. You’d locked it and propped a chair beneath the handle so no one could push it open. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but it felt like hours. 

The rain had stopped some time ago. You could no longer hear it on the roof or hitting the side of the cottage.

There was a knock on the front door, muffled by the closed door to the room you were in. You stood up and left the bedroom. You pulled the door open to find Eskel soaking wet. His hood no longer hid his face from you and the moon provided a beautiful lighting. 

“I will be back by in the morning to clean the mess out back.” He told you, sheathing his sword on his back. “I’d advise you not to go out there tonight.”

You nodded softly but as he turned to leave, you stopped him. 

“Master witcher, please stay. I’d like to thank you for saving my life.”

“Don’t worry about it, my lady.” He turned away again but this time, you caught sight of a wound on his shoulder. The material of his cloak was sliced and he was bleeding. 

“Are you sure you don’t need any help, Eskel?” You drew your brows together. “I’d really feel better if you’d just let me take a look-,”

“I’m fine. Really.” He assured you, not turning his head to look in your direction. 

“You’re wounded. At least let me help you patch it up.”

“I don’t want to burden you, my lady.”

“Y/N.” You corrected him softly. “My name is Y/N.”

He kept his back to you, lifting his head just a little at the sound of your name. 

“You’re not just bleeding a little, Eskel.” You didn’t want to bother the poor witcher but the thought of leaving him without an extra set of eyes or hands to see the extent of the damage made you nauseous. What if he wasn’t okay? “Eskel, please.” You put your hand on his arm to turn him back around to you. He stopped suddenly, jerking his arm from your hold. You retraced your hand, cradling it to your chest. 

You instantly regretted your actions, fearing you’d crossed a line and upset him. You had, after all, used your left hand to touch him.

“I-I’m sorry, Eskel.” Your voice weakened. “I didn’t-The scars are just….” You couldn’t think of the right words to say. 

He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. You held your left hand close to your chest, a look of fear in your eyes. He could see the scars across your skin, mangling the back of your hand. 

You saw him looking and dropped your gaze to your hand.

“It was…. It was a wyvern.” You quietly said, thinking you had to explain yourself to him. “Geralt of Rivia saved my life.”

Eskel felt guilty that he made you think your scarred hand was the reason he pulled away almost violently. 

“I, uh, I suppose I could use some help.” His voice was timid and not as confident as he had been moments ago. 

“I have a spare bedroom you can stay in for the night.” You motioned for him to enter your home. “It’s the only room on the left. I’ll be a moment.. I have to gather what is needed.”

You retrieved a bowl of water and a clean cloth. After starting a fire in the hearth and warming the water in the bowl up, you took the items to the bedroom. As he was slowly pulling off his shirt, you wrung the cloth out. You turned your head to look at Eskel. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees and his head hanging. 

You couldn’t think of something to say, something to ease the tension in the air. 

Hearing you approach him, Eskel stiffened up. You pulled your skirts up with one hand so you could climb on to the bed and rest just behind him on your knees. 

“Is this okay?” You asked quietly, wanting to ensure you weren’t making him uncomfortable. 

He nodded in reply, fearing his voice would be too shaky. 

Your eyes were immediately pulled down to the deep gash that cut across his alabaster skin below his shoulder blade. 

You could see scars scattered here and there all over his back, but you paid no mind to them. You went to work on carefully cleaning the wound, gentle with each and every stroke of the cloth. 

You wanted to say something to maybe make him feel more comfortable. It was clear he didn’t like being shirtless in front of you. 

“You, uh, you mentioned you know Geralt?” He spoke. You were thankful that he did so. 

You smiled a little at the sound of his voice. 

“Yes. We met years ago and ran into each other here and there. He’s mentioned you a handful of times.”

“He has?”

“He’s proud to call you his brother.” Your eyes flickered up to the back of his head, gauging his reaction. His breathing slowed for a moment. “If you ask me, I’d say with the way he speaks about you, he looks up to you.”

Once the wound was clean, you excused yourself from the bed and went to get the proper supplies to patch him up. You returned to your place on your knees behind him. 

“Lift your arm just a little, please.” You murmured, worried that if you spoke too loud that maybe it would scare the already timid man. 

He did as you requested and this gave you the opportunity to wrap a bandage around his shoulder and chest, covering the wound on his back. Your fingers, warm and soft, brushed over his collarbone as you were straightening the bandage. He flinched at the contact. Your heart broke at the thought of all the cruel hands that must’ve laid themselves upon his skin making him fearful of yours. 

“I…. I want you to know that I am thankful that you saved my life.” You told him, looking up through your lashes to see if you could see his reaction. His head was turned away from you. 

“Just my job.” His voice was quiet and soft. 

“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a proper thank you.” You slowed your movements, not wanting to leave him so quickly. 

“Earlier…. Earlier you put your hand on my arm.” He started. “I pulled away not because of your…. because of the….”

“Because of my scars.” You finished. He was too kind, too much of a gentleman to mention them. 

“I pulled away because of me.” His voice lowered. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself.

“But I just…. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable about…. them. The feeling of someone pulling away, being disgusted with the scars….” He trailed off again.

“I know how you feel, Eskel.” You told him, moving to sit next to him on the bed. You wanted to see his sunflower eyes. “I understand.”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, not buying your words entirely.

“When I was recovering from the wyvern attack, my mother…. Her fear wasn’t that I may slip away and die from my injuries or some infection.” You shook your head, dropping your gaze to your hands. Your fingertips brushed over the back of your left hand, tracing the ridges and valleys left in your skin by the wyvern. “Her fear was that I’d never find a husband. No man would ever want a woman whose complexion is scarred forever, whose hand trembles because the nerves and muscles were so damaged….” You trailed off, shaking your head and biting back tears. 

Eskel listened to you carefully, empathetic and sad.

“And then I lost the use of my eye.” You smiled a little. “I realized that if I couldn’t find a man who would love me for me, then I need no man.” 

You met his gaze. He quickly looked away. 

“You’re a kind man, Eskel. You deserve more than you’ve been given.” You gave him a little smile though he didn’t see it and moved to leave the room. Just as you were stepping away from the bed, his large hand clasped around your wrist. 

“Stay, please.” He whispered, yellow eyes finally meeting yours. 

You nodded your head and returned to sitting next to him. He pulled on a thin gray shirt, leaving the laces at the top undone. 

“Scars like ours…. They prove that you’ve survived what should have killed you.” 

Ours. Eske repeated what you said in his head, over and over. There was something about the way you said ours, like you considered him more human, like you counted him as an equal. 

You looked down at his hand which he kept on his knee. Without much thinking, you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. 

“My grandmother always said that someone with no scars never truly took risks. They’ve never lived. She said that if you preferred a dull and boring life, find someone with no scars. But if you wish to have a life full of wonders and excitement, find someone with scars.” 

“Your grandmother sounds like a wise woman.”

“She was.” You smiled sadly. “She passed away just before I lost the use of my eye. My grandfather carried scars all over. He was a Clan an Craite. My mother always said that my stubbornness came from him. He had one hand and still he could beat any man in a sword fight. Or a fist fight for that matter. My grandmother loved him dearly. After he passed, she was never quite the same.”

Your chest tightened and ached. 

“I could only dream to have a love as grand and fearless as theirs.” You brushed your fingertips over his knuckles, admiring the stark contrast of your touch and his scarred knuckles. “But I think everyone deserves happiness. Don’t you?”

You turned your head to look at him. 

“I…. I can’t say that I do.” He admitted.

You pressed your lips together in a line to keep yourself from saying the first thing that came to mind. Instead, you thought about your answer for a moment, wanting to be gentle and cautious with how you spoke to him. 

“Do you believe that you deserve happiness?”

He said nothing, keeping his eyes on the floor in front of him. 

You placed your hand on his right cheek, turning his head so that he faced you. His lips parted when you made contact with the scarred side of his face. His breathing hitched and his heart began to beat rather frantically. But you were tender with him, fingers just barely ghosting over the divots and raised lines of scar tissue. 

You brushed your thumb over the corner of his lips, your eyes following the scar that gnarled the right corner of his lips.

Tears had come to your eyes, threatening to blur your vision of the man before you. You blinked them away and they slid freely down your cheeks. 

You could see it in his eyes, the way he was hesitant to completely meet your gaze. He was timid and frightened even, which was odd because he was a witcher. Surely something must’ve happened to him to make him so skittish and afraid.

“You pulled away because you’ve never known a gentle hand.” Your voice cracked. You swallowed the lump in your throat, urging yourself to calm down.

“Don’t-Please don’t cry.” He murmured, placing his hand on your wrist to pull your hand away from his face. “I don’t want to make you cry.”

“You aren’t making me cry.” You laughed softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I just…. I can’t imagine what the world must’ve done to you.” 

You didn’t know how to say what you were thinking. The world had made him broken and distrustful.

“I pity those who never have taken the time to get to know you.”

“You don’t even know me.” He told you. 

You nodded softly, looking away from him for a moment. Your eyes wandered around the room for a moment.

“But I would like to.” Your gaze flickered to him. “If you’d allow me.”

His eyes widened just a little in surprise. You wanted to get to know him. You - a beautiful and kind woman - wanted to get to know him - a damaged witcher. 

You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to fix anything wrong that you might’ve said. You feared that his silence was a sign that you’d crossed a line. 

But before you could get anything out, Eskel was leaning over to kiss your cheek. 

Your skin flushed. You smiled shyly, bowing your head for a moment before you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“I’m assuming I can take that as a yes?”

He nodded his head, squeezing your hand gently. 

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[fencesandfrogs]

i. the first news story about aids was published may 18, 1981, almost exactly forty years ago.

ii. senior year, decade day, the eighties. i wear a leater jacket and a white tee shirt and carry a sign that says, "health care is a right."

iii. tuskegee. it's one of those words. i say it, and it says the rest for me.

iv. positive — the first line of the amazon blurb — "Paige Rawl has been HIV positive since birth, but growing up, she never felt like her illness defined her."

v. david carr, 1959. three anonymous congolese men and women, 1959, 1960, 1966. robert rayford, 1969. fifty children from uganda, 1973. arvid noe, 1976. grethe rask, 1976. did i miss anyone?

vi. my mother tells me that the aids crisis did not happen in the eighties. the implication is, she would have known. i am too angry to do anything but search for image after image of protests. she believes me. she does not apologize.

vii. positive — from a goodread's review — "Many young people don't know who Ryan White was."

viii. do you know what it is like to watch everyone you love die, powerless to stop them? i don't, but i know someone who does.

ix. i'd be lying if i said i forgot about the drug users. let me not, here. let me try to be better. let me say, they did not deserve this, either. their lives were worth something. they did not deserve to have them tossed away.

x. i have read heartbeats (melvin dixon) so many times, if you say to me, "sweetheart," i finish, "don't stop."

xi. my friends wear neon, legwarmers, blocky sweaters and too much eyeshadow. i am jealous of what image the eighties conjures in their mind.

xii. positive — from the top goodread's review — "one that will resonate deeply with the thousands of children and adults whose lives have been touched by bullying."

xiii. i read the book pandemic in fifth grade; i don't think my teacher realized it was in her classroom. but too late; it tells me of an ongoing pandemic we are not treating. i am still learning what it is to be gay, now, i learn what it means.

xiv. i'd be lying if i said i'm better than the rest. i told you this story starts in the eighties; it starts in the seventies, with junkies and whores. it starts in the seventies, with women dying of unexplained cancers, pneumonias, calling cards of what will later be named for the next group to die.

xv. we are discussing the basics of comparative government. my teacher asks to read my sign. i cannot resist saying the-government-failed-them. i don't know if it's supposed to be make people laugh; all i know is, i know it's not a joke.

xvi. positive — an advanced reader's edition, held in my hands like it is made of dust, because i didn't need to see the cover to know what positive meant — misses the point. or it doesn't, people who read it do. or it does, and i just won't forget another name.

xvii. i know a dying man, who wouldn't take drugs that would keep him alive. i know a dying man, who was finally convinced, but not before the pneumonia set in. i know a dying man, and i wonder how many are left.

xviii. almost half of the people killed in concentration camps were not jewish, and yet, jews were the ones who experienced the rest of it.

xix. on a evacuation drill, someone makes a joke, and i don't stop talking until his eyes widen, until he has seen photos of quilt squares, until i am sure he understands. and even then, i never trust him.

xx. how many people died because the government was afraid of something else? how many? is this a countable or uncountable infinity? isn't there always another person?

xxi. april, day of silence. it's supposed to be for those who have been bullied, i think of it as a moment of collective mourning.

xxii. i wonder if the irony is intentional, because ryan white is a name i know as the first person who mattered, after an anonymous slaughter of deaths for those underserving of life.

xxiii. operation condor. it's one of those phrases. i say it, and it says the rest for me.

xxiv. can you imagine? or not here or we don't do that or we're free are only true if you do not know the word tuskegee or operation condor or grid or words i don't know, because i'd be lying if i said i did.

xxv. the problem with learning your history is you learn how many people forgot it.

[bad268]

hey lovely! hope your well.

I was wondering if you could do a Arvid Lindblad x reader story please?

I have a couple request if that's okay?

First

Arvid and Y/n both like each other, and Dino and the other drivers make a plan to get them together.

Second

Where the reader has curly hair and they try to show Arvid how to style his curls.

Third

Arvid and Y/n just being adorable, him being cliny, Arvid having to hold their hand, everyone bullying Arvid because of how whipped he is for Y/n

Thank you (sorry if its too much to ask!)

Love your written BTW!

Trio Shorts (Arvid Lindblad X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I did all three as shorts, I hope you like it, and thank you love <3) (Also, special gift since we're getting close to the follower celebration <3)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1365

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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First (driver! Reader)

You were a last-minute addition to Prema, moving from FRECA to F3 after Gabriele had to leave the championship. You were nervous to meet your new teammate. You had raced against Arvid before, and you loved hanging around him in the Prema factory. You two were teammates in the Italian F4 championship before you split to FRECA while he did the UAE Championship. Dino, you had only heard of, so this would be the first time you met him.

You walked into the paddock early, probably earlier than you needed. It was the first time at this track, so you were going to need all of the help you could get. You got approval from the team to do an early track walk, so you were currently about to start it.

The plan was simple, do one lap, feeling the turns. Then the second lap would actually be you memorizing changes in the tarmac and thinking about the braking zones. You did not even make it to turn one of the first lap before someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Mind if I join?” They asked, causing you to turn and see Dino standing by the pitlane exit. You found out during that lap that Dino is quite the gossip person, so you two really hit it off. That was the start of your weekly paddock gossip session.

You two talked about anything from other driver’s personal business to engineers and team personnel. You even started jokingly shipping different drivers together. One day you joked that Dino and Sebastian would be a cute couple, so he thought that you and Arvid would be a better match. You went silent because you never wanted to admit those feelings, but clearly, other people noticed them. Dino stopped walking when he noticed you not laughing it off like you had both done before.

“Do you actually like him?” Dino asked.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked back nervously. That was all Dino needed to hear. He was already forming a plan to get you and Arvid together. The rest of the walk, though, Dino played it off as a random pairing since most of the others had been completely random too.

It wasn’t until nearly a month later that it was brought up again. It was the second to last race of the season, and you were told that there was an emergency meeting in the Prema facility, so you were on your way there.

However, Dino, Sebastian, Tim, and Luke had a plan. They told Arvid that they were setting him up on a blind date.

“Oh, is it with Y/n?” Arvid laughed as Tim handed him flowers, ones he recognized as your favorites, and Dino fixed his hair. Suddenly all of the guys stopped, causing Arvid to also stop laughing.

“No keep that energy!” Sebas said as he grabbed Arvid by the shoulders. “Yes, it’s Y/n but they don’t know it’s a blind date, so think of this as a push in the right direction.”

“They may or may not have said to me that they like you, so this is the solution,” Dino concluded with a clap. 

“It’s not like they’ll say no to a date,” Tim chuckled. “They said they were lonely last week.”

“You know, I don’t think this may have been the best option,” Arvid tried to interject.

“They would never say it to your face,” Luke said with an eye roll as he sat down. “Are you doing it or not?”

“We already made your reservations for their favorite place in the area,” Dino reasoned as he had a nervous smile, trying to convince Arvid.

“Plus, they’re waiting for you, so it would suck if you backed out now,” Sebas said, trying to push Arvid out of the room. “It’s rude to keep your date waiting. Have fun and thank us at the wedding!”

There’s no way he was turning this down.

~~

Second (curly hair! Reader)

“You have a bird’s next up there or what?” You asked as soon as soon as you saw his messy curls. They were normally all over the place, but now they were just frizzy, and they lost their form. His hair was still wet since he just got out of the shower, but even then, the curls were still crazy.

“What do you mean? This is what they’re always like,” He defended as he walked through the room, putting his clothes away. He had just returned from training in Milton Keynes, so it would make sense if he forgot to take care of his curls. Plus, you were the one to remind him most of the time, and you didn’t go.

“When you finish putting your stuff back, meet me on the bed,” You sighed as you walked into your ensuite to grab your spray bottle, curl cream, and a comb.  You made your way back to the room, setting the stuff off to the side, and putting a movie on the T.V. You sat crosslegged in the center of the bed as Arvid finally finished up and laid down down with his head in your lap. “I’m just gonna form your curls real quick, then we can go get dinner.”

“I’ll fall asleep.”

“Well, I’m not letting you leave this house looking like that.”

“Fair enough,” He chuckled as he reached to grab all of your supplies to hand them to you when you need them. “Spray first?”

“Just a little,” You said as you felt around his hair, “It’s still fairly wet, so we shouldn’t need to spray a lot.”

“Okay,” he responded as he sprayed the water around his head before handing you the curl cream. “Do you want to start mixing the cream while I comb this?”

“Look at you learning from the hundred billion times I’ve shown you how to care for your hair,” You teased as you leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead and grabbed the container. Arvid sat up a little to comb through his hair while you mixed through the cream. When Arvid was satisfied with his job, he laid back down again and handed you the comb. 

You parted a section and combed through it one more time to be sure, and then put the curl cream in it. You used your fingers to make sure the cream was evenly spread through his curls before twirling the hair between your fingers. Then, you unraveled it and moved on to the next section.

It was therapeutic for you, and for Arvid, too. You were able to mindlessly form his curls in no time. And Arvid was right. He did fall asleep.

~~

Third (established relationship!)

 “Arvid, I’m cold-” You didn’t even have to finish your sentence before he was taking his jacket off and putting it around your shoulders. You were sitting with a group of drivers outside before free practice, and it was a little colder than you prepared for. “Thank you love.”

“Anytime,” He replied, disregarding the laughs from the other drivers as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. Then he grabbed your hand to keep your fingers warm, as he said. 

“You’re a simp, Arvid,” Dino laughed when everyone calmed down.

“Do you have a significant other?” Arvid teased, causing everyone to laugh. “Huh, didn’t think so. When you get one, you can talk shit.”

“Arvid, that was rude,” You jabbed him in the ribs immediately, “Apologize.”

“Sorry, Dino,” Arvid groaned, glaring at Dino but his eyes melted when they fell on you. “Does that work?”

“Don’t ask me,” You replied simply, “I’m not the one you’re apologizing to. Ask Dino.”

“They’ve got you on a leash,” Dino laughed, “Anyways, I guess I can forgive you.”

“See?” Arvid gestured to you, “I’m forgiven.”

“Good for you,” You teased, patting his head before standing up. “I’m gonna go get a smoothie. Wanna come with?”

“Always,” Arvid said immediately, jolting up to follow your retreating figure as you didn’t wait up for him. 

“I swear,” Dino said to the group, “They are the cutest and most insufferable couple I’ve ever seen.”

~~~~~

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[majusialikesfastcars]

Hi!

My name is Maja and I'm obsessed with motorsports, especially formula one. I also love writing, so I decided why not combine it.

My fav drivers are:

in f1, lewis hamilton <3, lando norris, george russell and alex albon

in f2, pepe martí <3, paul aron and kimi antonelli

in f3, dino beganovic and arvid lindblad <3

retired drivers, kimi raikkonen, jenson button and sebastian vettel <3

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

Masterlist

I can write about any driver, so send requests which one would you like to see 🫶

[greennightspider]

Unspoken (Hvitty Oneshot)

Author’s Note: I have a thing for cabins, can you tell?

Summary: You and Hvitserk are childhood friends and warrior allies. But as you grow older, things change. As a blacksmith’s daughter you don’t have time for romance. But what happens when an unknown admirer takes a very serious step? (R18+) SMUT 

Reader x Hvitserk

There is a custom, in Kattegat.

Not really a formal ritual, per se. But an unspoken tradition in Kattegat among men and women who were coming of age, one that had surfaced in recent years.

That is, if a boy wanted to make an honest woman of a girl, or if someone wanted to profess their love, they would take them to a cabin in the woods. It was a chance for someone to confess, a chance for someone to show that they were serious. And while there was no magic or superstition in the ritual, it was believed that people left that cabin changed.

Not that it mattered much to you, of course.

“Y/N! Did you hear that Brenna got asked to a cabin?”

You were busy placing all the new swords in your father’s workshop when Hanna had burst in with the news. “Just a minute!”

“I can’t believe she got asked before me!” Hanna complained.

You were on your tiptoes trying to hang a scabbard on one of the higher hooks, the morning sun slipping through the cracks in the word making it hard to see. Then all of a sudden you felt a presence behind you grab the scabbard and reach up with ease.

You swivelled and glared at your helper, who had one hand propped up against the wall, one hand on his hip as sported a devilish grin.

“Morning little troll.”

Hvisterk’s smile quickly turned into a grimace as you gave him a quick jab to the stomach.

“A thank you would be nice.” He groaned as you walked past.

“That’s what you get.” You humphed, not looking back. Hvitserk knew you couldn’t handle it when he mentioned your height. As kids when you had first started to grow into adults, you almost pummelled him when you realized he was taller than you. It was a reminder that you were changing, that strength you so craved came more naturally to him than to you.

“Naw Y/N, you’re always so mean to Hvitserk.” Hanna drawled.

“And yet, he always comes running back to me, doesn’t he?” You smirked.

You felt a heavy arm curve around your neck. “Well that is what best friends do, isn’t that right?”

Looking up at Hvitserk’s face you couldn’t help but laugh. You two had been best friends since you had squared up with him the first time your family had come to Kattegat. Squabbling, bickering, the teasing and the fighting were all part and parcel of what you two were.

“Well, as I was sayiiiiiiiiing,” Hanna drawled out dramatically. “Brenna has been asked to a cabin!” She squealed excitedly, gripping your arm with such intensity that it even made Hvitserk retreat a tad.

You furrowed your brow as you all walked through town. “Brenna… baking bread Brenna? By who?”

“I bet its Arvid.” Hvitserk scoffed. “The boy finds any excuse to visit their stall, he has more buns than he knows what to do with.”

You and Hanna burst out laughing. “Well its about time he asked her.” You scoffed. “The poor girl can’t read hints to save her life.”

Hanna nodded in agreement, while Hvitserk only looked to the side.

“Have you ever thought about these things, dear Y/N?” Hanna looked up inquisitively, her the sudden intimacy of the question leaving you flustered.

“I uh, I-I haven’t had the time,” you chuckled nervously, the blush from your face painfully clear to both of your closest friends. “It’s not like I have much appeal.”

But of course you had thought about it. While you were more of a lover than a fighter, that didn’t mean you didn’t want to be desired. It was true, most of your time was devoted to helping your father and his forges, as well as training with the very tools you helped craft. Romantic endeavours were few and far between. Emphasis on the few.

“Oh hush, you shouldn’t think ill of yourself.” Hanna waving her hand back and forth. “I know for a fact that there are many young men who would jump at the chance to court you.” Hanna said loudly, sparing a side-eye at Hvitserk behind your back, smiling at the obvious clench in his jaw. “I’m surprised someone hasn’t tossed you over their shoulder already.”

“Oh.. really?” You tucked your hair behind your ear unconsciously.

Hvitserk then whipped his head towards you at the unmistakeable curiosity in your voice, the noticeable blush in your cheeks.

“I think we better get to training, right Y/N?” Hvitserk interrupted, with a grin that was more toothy than normal. Not waiting for you to answer he grabbed your hand, almost dragging you behind.

“Bye Hanna!” You struggled to wave back, as Hanna just watched with a smug grin.

—————————————————————————————–

The training grounds were where you were most at peace. You and Hvitserk were already known to be ferocious training partners, already proving that your bark was worse than your bite. Which is why many gave you two a wide berth as soon as you arrived.

Looking back at Hvitserk amongst the other men, you sharpened your sword far more than was needed. Hvitserk was always popular, known for his wit and cheek and a few daring pranks.  You on the other hand were respected for your knowledge and training prowess. Often you were approached for advice on weapons and wielding, almost as much as your father was. You and Hvitserk were known as the pride of your generation.

Practicing a few swings, you tried to get what Hanna had said out of your mind, not noticing the way Hvitserk watched you concentrate. Without a second thought he made his way to you, unsheathing his own sword, his demeanor instantly turning serious. “Are you ready?”

As you prepared your stance you tried to quiet your mind. Neither of you wasted any time, with metal clashing against metal, letting your moves be guided by instinct. When Hvitserk managed to corner you against a tree you bared your teeth and grunted at him, the prince returning a low growl of his own.

With a grunt you kicked against the trunk, the prince stumbling yet grinning at your ferocity. You whipped the braids out of your eyes, and reminded yourself that in the heat of battle, there was no time for boys or silly crushes. As Hvitserk spun away from your lunges, and your sweat crowned your brow you let your practice remind you that you were a warrior. You wanted to lose yourself in the adrenaline of the fight. To keep telling yourself not to hope.

Until one fateful day when Hanna crashed through your door. Again.

“Y/N!!! I HAVE NEEEEEWS!”

The force of your friend’s arrival caused you to fall off the bed in a heap of furs, face down on the floor.

“Is Odin in town?” You groaned as you tried to steady yourself, but Hanna was already at your side shaking your shoulders into oblivion.

“Guesswhohasaninvitationtoacabinguessguessguess!”

“Um, you?”

“No. YOU.”

Her two words instantly sobered you and you snapped your head up. “….What?”

“Yes! A cabin, two nights from now when the moon is half full.”

Still on the floor of your bedroom, your brain reached for the most probable answer. “You’re kidding.”

Hanna’s face fell a tad. “No, I am not kidding you’ve been courted by an admirer Y/N! Isn’t this exciting?!” Hanna hugged you to her chest.

“Uh well, it would be if I could breathe.” You answered, muffled by your friend’s bosom.

“I tooooold you that you were a catch! Don’t worry, I’ll help you get ready just leave it to me!” Hanna grinned, already running to your wardrobe and pulling out everything that her fingers touched. “That bastard won’t know what hit him.”

“You know who it is?” Your head whipped around.

You saw Hanna freeze. “Yes, but he has requested that it be a secret until the day and you know the rules.” Hanna said matter-of-factly, holding up a dress to your collarbone, purposely not meeting your eyes.

“Hanna.” You gripped your friend’s hand firmly. “Do you think…are they right for me?” you bit your lip, shy of asking what was really in your mind.

Hanna looked into your worried eyes, softening. “Oh Y/N. I know that he would go to the ends of the earth for you. And I wouldn’t have even agreed to pass it on if I didn’t think they were good for you. Remember you can always refuse them if you want. But if he messes this up, I will personally drown him in the fjord.”

“Maybe Hvitserk will help you out.” You said jokingly.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll have his work cut out.” Hanna drawled as she started to comb your hair. “That boy won’t know what hit him.”

————————————————————————————————–

You rose and poked the fire for the fifth time in a row.

You sat down again, smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that hour.

Nervous was an understatement. Not even your last summer raid had you as jittery as you were now. You didn’t even have an inkling of who it could be, only that your closest friends wouldn’t tell you a thing. 

And even though you had seen Hanna every day, you had seen neither hair nor hide of Hvitserk. To which you assumed that it had to be one of this brothers or close friends, and as such was sulking because he would lose his training partner. “What a brat.” You muttered.

Your eyes travelled around the cabin. It was modest, with a fireplace in the middle of the room, a half screen shielding the bed from the door when it opened, and on the opposite side a simple table by a latched window that looked out onto the path and the fields below. But the intricate carvings on the walls, the quality of furs, and the ample stock of food by the table hinted to you that this person was at the very least well off. Lost in your own thoughts you paced as the sun died down, the faint pitter patter of rain thrumming in the countryside.

When you heard the door open you almost jumped, the closing creak sounding more final than ever. You heard boots clack on the floor, the unfurling of a long woollen cloak.

You turned slowly to greet your secret admirer. This unknown devotee who wished to pledge themselves to you. The person had their back to you, removing their dampened shirt. Your eyes followed the shadows from the flames, curling around the etchings on his back which climbed over his shoulders. And when Hivtserk turned around to meet you, your heart dropped from your stomach to the floor.

“Hvitserk?”

The prince walked decisively across the room, hanging his shirt by the fireplace. “Did you wait long?”

“No.” Your voice a meagre whisper.

You saw his shoulders tighten as he chuckled ominously. “Why so timid? The great Y/N not afraid of anything.”

His laugh did nothing to put you at ease. “Hvitserk… if.. if this is a cruel joke then it is in poor taste.”

In an instant he closed the distance between you, grabbing your wrist and holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. And in his you saw intensity you had only witnessed on the battlefield. “You think I would joke about this?”

“I don’t know what to think,” you said breathlessly, not being able to ignore the way his eyes drifted to your berry stained lips or the way his eyes raked the dress that clung lusciously against your figure. “We’re friends.”

Hvitserk then backed you up until your rear hit the table, cornering you. “You know we’re more than that.”

Like a skittish prey you tried to brush off the bait he laid bare. “I’m friends with many guys.”

Hvitserk’s knuckles grew white gripping the table. “And do you think I would have let any of them touch you?”

The huskiness in his voice was pulling emotions out of your depths. Emotions you thought you had drowned in insecurities and loyalties and denial.

“I made it very clear to them that you were mine.”

The flames from the fireplace illuminated Hvitserk’s silhouette, while his features were shaded in the dark hue of the night as his shadow eclipsed you. “I want you, Y/N. You are my equal. We were made for each other.”

“But why?” Your voice growing stronger with the need to know. “Why now, why me?”

His voice became softer, almost bringing the lighter Hvitserk back to the surface as he caressed your fearful face. “You’ve always been by my side, never afraid to tell me when I’m wrong, never fearing to challenge me, a prince of Kattegat.” He snuck a quick breath in your hair that was intricately laden with red blooms and moaned. “It turns me on so much.”

With Hvitserk so close all you could smell is him. The scent of his skin, his voice so close to you, so possessive, you couldn’t even think straight. You were thankful he had pushed you against the table, your legs feeling like a newborn fawn’s.

“I saw the look in your eyes when Hanna asked you about the cabin. So now you’re here.” Hvitserk’s fingers brushed against your own. “Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You swallowed thickly before you answered. “Hvitserk, you are a prince, a son of Ragnar. I-I-I am just a blacksmith’s daughter! Your mother would never allow this, they would say you should be with someone el-“

“Then push me away.” He all but commands. “We both know you could overpower me. Easily.” The goading in his voice almost sounding like he wanted you to do it.

He gave no heed to your conflicted gaze, whispering into your ear as he slowly drew himself even closer to you, gently pushing you so now you were sitting on the table with him in between your legs.

“I couldn’t give a damn what anyone thinks of us. But I want you to admit… that you want me.” The dark prince drew his toned arm up to draw faint lines up and down your dress sleeve with his fingers, feeling you shiver.

“I, Hvitserk-“

“Yes?” He drawled out slowly, pressing the lightest of kisses on your skin, trailing down your neck and to your shoulder. He spared a gaze, pleased to see your flustered face, the blush in your cheeks, your soft lips drawn apart with small breaths. Your body betraying what he already knew.

“Dammit Hvitserk.” You cursed him. You cursed his name. You cursed the boy who’s smile lit up your world. You cursed the friend you had fallen in love with. And when your eyes met, you were undone. 

“Damn you.”

You almost whimpered as you gave in, bringing Hvitserk’s face to collide with yours. You surrendered to your desire, devouring each other’s lips with heady passion. Your fingertips gripping the sides of his face while his hand clawed through your hair and pulled, the kiss only ending as you gasped for air.

“Fuck you.” You panted, but Hvitserk’s lustful grin only widened.

“If you insist.”

He pulled his forehead to yours, holding your face in his hands before kissing you again, but this time the kiss was tender, as if he was savouring the very moment savouring you. His kisses started to trail down your neck once again, his hands tracing the back of your dress as your fingers caressed his shoulder blades. “Hvitserk.” You moaned, each kiss becoming more and more drawn out.

The Kattegat prince growled at his name on your lips. “So, do I take that as a yes?”

“What do you think.” You bit your lip, pushing yourself into his arms once again, walking him backwards until you both toppled onto the bed.

“I never knew you saw me this way.” Your voice a heady whisper.

“How could I not.” Hvitserk growled, his hand drawing up your thigh. “I had to hide my arousal every time you wanted to wrestle.”

Hvitserk licked his lips at the sight of you underneath him. He knew Hanna had donned you in the one dress that had him dreaming about you since last Yule; a luscious red dress with a skirt split and slits in both sleeves, his eyes not ignoring the way it so teasingly tied at the front, giving him a glimpse of what was underneath. He had almost spat out his mead when he saw you walk into the hall, and so did half his brothers.

“I never knew you were so dirty, my prince.” You chuckled shifted so that his hand grabbed your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft plump flesh there. He moaned and buried his head in your chest, the prince then proceeding to untie the cords with his teeth.

“When you would pin me down I would almost hope you would ravish me right then and there.”

Your eyes then flickered open, a sudden idea popping into your head. “Like this?”

At once you locked his leg with yours and thrust your hips so that you had him flat on his back on the furs. You felt him grind himself against you and grip his hands on the headboard. “Just like that.” He growled as his member cock throbbed in approval.

“Good to know.” You licked your lips you watched Hvitserk writhe underneath you as you found his hard member and grinded against him slowly. You reminisced at how Hvitserk had grown into a man, and you had tried everything to not see it. Now your hands traced the faint lines across his hardened torso and toward his tattoos, his hands now moving under your skirt to your thighs. “What else have you been dreaming about I wonder?” You smirked.

At once you felt him grip the edges of your dress and bring them up around your head, instantly leaving you bare. He threw the dress to the side and kissed you, drawing his hands up the sides of your body.

You shuffled so that you could undo the laces of his trousers, Hvitserk moving swiftly to undress himself and to have you in his arms once again. When you felt him press against your already wet sex you shivered, Hvitserk cooing and caressing you as he tried to steady himself at your entrance.

Hvitserk swore as he entered you, kissing you as he engorged himself in your folds. You gasped as you looked down to where you were joined, Hvitserk’s eyes already dark with lust. You steadied yourself on his torso as you moved here and there, getting comfortable with the sensation. But it soon turned to bouncing, your gasps turning into heavy moans as you rode him.

“That’s it,” He growled. “Take me, fuck take all of me Y/N.” Hvitserk’s hands held your thighs as you thrusted yourself on his cock, your pillowed lips bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Hvitserk I’m close!” You yelped, as you grinded your pussy hard on his folds, taking as much of him as you could. The sensation had you reeling, not able to think of anything other than having more. More. More.

Hvitserk slammed your ass on his hips as he spilled his release into you, thrusting unabatedly until you were full of his cum. Eventually you both collapsed, you not being able to move from Hvitserk’s chest. “You cum a lot.” You sighed, to which Hvitserk burst out laughing.

“Our first time together and that’s all you have to say?”

You traced the ink on his chest. “Well, would it be weird to say that I love you.”

“No, not weird at all.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I love you too my little troll.”

You proceeded to then try and punch him in the ribs, but when Hvitserk felt you shiver, he grabbed what furs he could to cover you both. You smiled at his very best attempts not to move you from his chest and once they were on, he dove his hand under the covers, leaving his hand to rest on your back.

“This may be a strange question.” You murmured. “But…. you wouldn’t know anything about the time Kade came back with a broken nose last Yule, would you?”

Instantly you felt Hvitserk’s hand tense up, and you lifted your head. “You didn’t.”

Hvitserk averted his eyes with nothing short of a pout. “He made out with you before I could.”

“You jerk! He was nice and I was unbound!” You laughed and playfully punched him on his chest before he caught both hands.

“Well, now you’re not and that’s that.” He huffed.

You tried to wiggle free but couldn’t, glaring at him with a grin you couldn’t hold back. “I guess I am.” You smiled, as you dipped to kiss your new lover once more.

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[lisinfleur]

I Dare You

Author’s Notes | I tried to flee a little from the box in this request. I hope you like it, babe! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, College AU, requested by @moonlightsspirit for 5CW5 Words | 2546 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, mentions of wounds, accidents, hospital stuff, betrayal, exposition, and humiliation. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

It was just a dare.

A double dare.

Not he was a fucking child and would fall for every double dare he would hear in his life, but to a double dare with ten thousand included was hard to say no.

But now, Hvitserk was asking himself if it had really worth the price. Of course, his friends wouldn't keep the mouth shut. Of course, Arvid wouldn't lose the chance to share the video he sent to prove he was with you and win that stupid bet, with every single one of the boys who tried so hard to be by your side and were rejected by what they used to call your "bad temper".

It took months for Hvitserk to understand it wasn't a bad temper. But exactly the opposite: you were a sweet loving girl who had suffered before with a jerk of a boyfriend and became afraid of new relationships because of him.

And now, Hvitserk had fucked up everything for you again by sharing a video of the two of you having sex in his room to win a fucking bet that he shouldn't have accepted.

He should conquer you. Take you to his bed and prove to everyone he was the fucking stallion of the group, irresistible even to the coldest of the hearts.

But the fact was that he slowly fell in love with your sweet manners and the way you were such a lovely woman.

However, his pride was aching with Arvid's words mocking him on the boy's group at WhatsApp, saying he was nothing like he said, he couldn't fulfill his word... Arvid took him to the limit where he posted the video to prove himself.

Without thinking...

Now the boys were laughing at your surprised face, all looking at you from Hvitserk's back, surrounding him. Arvid smiling.

"Did you really think any of us would fall for you, babe? Such an innocent kitty. You fucking rejected a lot of us, girl. You fuck the pack, the wolves bite back!" he said, patting Hvitserk's shoulder.

But Hvitserk wasn't feeling proud.

He wasn't feeling like avenging his friends' hearts broken or their pride shattered by your rejection.

He was feeling a jerk, seeing into your eyes the tears of rage and deception you were fighting back into your channels, looking at him from the top of your pain and broken feelings.

"Thank you for showing me the truth, Arvid. In fact, you made me a favor," you answered dryly to Arvid's words, causing him to chuckle, mocking even on your posture in front of such a humiliating situation.

"Bullshit!" Arvid said. "We are the ones thanking you for the lacy panties, babe."

The "pack" laughed, and Hvitserk finally pushed Arvid back, away from himself, saturated of all that shit.

"Stop it, Arvid! That's enough!"

"It's never enough when it comes to Y/N, Hvitserk. She's a bitch! Come on!" Arvid spat earning a punch from Hvitserk's fist that silenced the whole bunch of howling dogs behind them.

"Take your damn money, I don't fucking care! It wasn't just a bet for me!" Hvitserk yelled, angrily, looking at you just to see you chuckling.

"As if it would change something now, Hvitserk."

Not "puppy" as he was getting used to hearing you calling him. He tried to come closer.

"Kitten, listen..."

That sweet name he gave you sounding so bitter to your ears now. You pushed him away, angrily, closing his throat with your words so full of regret.

"If you like bets and challenges, here is one for you, Ragnarsson! I dare you to grow up, stop acting like a child and be a man at least once in your fucking life! I dare you to stop looking at girls as if they were pieces of meat walking around for your delight! I dare all of you, wolf pack, to stop naming themselves as a bunch of horny animals and start understanding that's pretty much more behind a girl than just what's under her lingerie!"

There were tears in your eyes and despite it was pleasurable for some of those behind Hvitserk, it silenced the others and closed Hvitserk's throat even more.

"I dare you not to be like him, Hvitserk," you said, causing his heart to sink into his chest. "I double dare."

He knew exactly what you were talking about.

He swore you could trust him. He swore all men weren't like your ex.

He broke his word. He hurt you maybe even deeper than the first one to tore your heart apart.

The tears rolling down your face were breaking his heart and he lifted his hand to wipe them from your cheeks but you stepped away. You didn't want him to touch you.

He tried walking towards you, but you just ran away, leaving him with that awful sensation of hurting the best girl he ever had in his life.

For nothing...

"What's wrong with you, Hvitserk!?" Arvid got up, cleaning his face, punching Hvitserk's shoulder from behind. "It's just a fucking bitch, bro! We don't fucking punch our brothers for a pussy, man!"

It boiled Hvitserk's blood into his veins. Everything was clear in his mind now.

You rejected Arvid... Twice, he could remember.

And he remembered being clear to Arvid the bet was over tons of times before he was taken to the limit of posting that video to stop Arvid's mocking over him at the group.

Arvid mocked on him for days...

Just as he was now mocking on you like a jackdaw, laughing at what couldn't be funny, making fun of your feelings how he believed you did of his in his stupid selfish egocentric mind.

Arvid used him to fuck you and how Hvitserk could see it clearly.

Another punch hit Arvid's face. And another. And another.

Hvitserk let go all his anger before leaving Arvid at the ground, bleeding, bruised like his heart was inside his chest now.

"I'm not your fucking brother, you bastard. I'm not a damn wolf of your stupid pack. And I suggest you clean up the internet from my girl's video, or I swear, there will be more from where these came."

Arvid giggled, even having his face covered in blood.

"Seriously? Do you really think I care? Fuck you and your pussy fag feelings, Hvitserk! She fucked me. I'll god damn fuck her life!"

"Correction," Hvitserk said, kicking Arvid with all his strength this time. "She didn't fuck you, Arvid. You didn't come even close to have her and wanna know what? She was right. You're a fucking moron. You don't deserve her. I don't deserve her. None of us do."

The others were silent. Some already erased the video from their phones. Others were thinking about doing the same.

Hvitserk didn't care. He just gave his back to all those bastards, leaving them behind, trying to go after you.

He wasn't able to find you. Anywhere.

You weren't answering his calls.

You stopped looking at your phone when the messages started to pop out because of the video and how it simply spread all over the university.

Yet, he tried to talk to you, sending you messages, begging you to hear him, to give him a chance to explain.

In the next day, he went to your class building and sat at the door with a bouquet of flowers, waiting for you to arrive so he could try again and ask you for sorry.

But you didn't come. And your best friend couldn't handle seeing him like that: sitting at the door like a lost dog without a single tip if you would ever arrive.

"She won't come, Hvitserk," she said, causing him to lift his eyes, surprised. "She locked her course."

Hvitserk got up, looking at the girl with large greens.

"She asked me not to tell you, but I can't believe you're such a good liar like that. I can't believe you could fake what I saw in between the two of you. You like her for real and she'll hate me for this, but she'll be leaving the town in..." She looked at the clock on her wrist. "Two hours. She'll take a flight to her family's hometown and... Hvitserk wait!"

He left the flowers, he left her speaking alone, running at his bike the faster he could.

"PLATFORM D, THE FLIGHT IS 208!!!" was the last thing he heard her screaming before he turned the corner towards the parking.

He never drove so fast in his life, cutting the cars, trying desperately to reach the airport on time.

His thoughts were away, thinking about what he did to you, how stupid he was, how he would never be able to reach you if you caught that flight. He was so distracted, but yet, his eyes couldn't lose the sight of you leaving the cap at the entrance of the airport when he was about to arrive.

He did it! You didn't have taken that flight yet!

Hvitserk couldn't think about anything but call your attention and so, he pushed his motorcycle's horn as hard as he could, trying to get your eyes to look at him.

But the scandal that called your attention wasn't only the sound of the familiar horn you got used to hearing on your apartment's window. You looked up to see Hvitserk's motorcycle hit a car that was leaving the airport and, shocked, you watched as his body flew over the car, hitting the floor on the other side of the street, stopping the whole transit, sliding some meters forward on the asphalt.

"HVITSERK!"

Fuck the flight.

Fuck the damn bet, the whole humiliation...

Fuck everything!

He was laid on the street, not moving and you could only think about how desperate you were by seeing him like that.

You kneeled by his side, trying to remember all the things you heard in your classes about those situations. How the hell could a nurse be so secure about what to do in one of those moments??

Your hands were shaking like hell when you tried to take off his helmet, not moving his head. His eyes were open and he looked at you.

"Thank god... you're alive," you sobbed, immediately trying to stop him from his effort to reach your face. "Don't move! For the god's sake, don't move, we don't know how hurt you are, stay down and immobile, please..."

"Princess..." he mumbled, breaking your heart in a million pieces.

That name was the sweeter way he had called you while the two of you were making love...

That nickname wasn't a prank, a game, a joke for him. It was the way he found to show you his true feelings. To show you that you weren't just that stupid bet for him. It came when he realized he really had fallen for you.

You felt tears on your eyes once again.

"Forgive me..." he tried.

Everything was aching so hard. Hvitserk thought he would die in that place, with all those strange people around him. But at least, he was in your arms. The only thing he needed was to feel he didn't screw up everything...

"Please..."

You caressed his cheek with your thumb, softly, trying to avoid moving him and to repress the tears in your eyes. But it became impossible when the following sentence left his lips, a few seconds before the paramedics surrounded him, preventing you to stay close.

"I love you... For real."

His eyes never left yours while they were taking him into that ambulance. His heart was heavy into his chest.

Hvitserk fainted thinking he would die without being able to beg your forgiveness. Thinking he would be forever that bastard who destroyed your heart.

It took him a long time to realize the pain all over his body wasn't a divine punishment for his crimes or that constant beep bothering his ears wasn't demonic torture or anything like that.

He opened his eyes and the blurred vision allowed him to notice he was in a white room. His clothes were gone and he was dressed in one of those awful hospital gowns. And everything around was smelling alcohol and medicine.

But there was a soft touch caressing his forehead that stopped as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Please... don't stop..." he mumbled.

It was the only good thing he was feeling and it had stopped. And then, he heard sobs that caused him to force his eyes to focus.

Just to see you, sitting beside his bed. Your suitcase in a corner of the room abandoned like the ticket to your lost flight over it.

You stayed. Because of him.

But you were crying beside his bed and it wasn't only because he almost died in your hands. There was so much more...

Hvitserk tried to straighten himself at the bed, noticing his arm was connected to the serum tube. There weren't any broken bones he could see, but as soon as he moved his body, he understood why he was locked at that bed: his ribs were aching like hell.

Yet, he tried, reaching your hand. Touching it, causing you to turn your marked face towards him. You had cried for hours, afraid he would die, guilty, hurt, wounded.

"I'm so sorry..." he started, trying to look into your eyes.

"Why?" you asked, looking at him "Why did you come closer if you didn't want me, Hvitserk? Why make such a terrible thing like a bet? It was someone else's heart! Someone else's life! I trusted you! I... I loved you..." you cried.

And then, his hand reached your face.

"I know. I can feel it. I fell for you as well, Y/N and I'm so sorry things started because of this awful bet. I should never have done such a thing and I would do anything to have your forgiveness. Please, give us a chance, princess... Let me show you I'm not that bastard anymore. Let me show you how you changed me into a better person. How loving you made me someone better. I love you. I do. I swear...I know I swore before, but this time I'm not lying. Please, gimme a chance to show you I'm..."

Hvitserk's mess with words stopped when you laid your head in his shoulder, hiding it in his neck, sobbing while trying to embrace him without hurt his broken ribs even more.

"I thought you would die in my hands," you mumbled, sobbing even harder.

He had fucked up your life. But there you were worried about him. Hvitserk softly embraced you, caressing your hair, nestling his face near yours and finally wiping your tears with one of his thumbs against your cheek.

"I have a reason to come back, to stay. I'll always come back for you, Y/N. I'll always be here for you, princess."

You sighed, hiding more into his arms.

And mutely, Hvitserk promised himself he would let the idiot who had hurt you to die in that accident. He would come out of that hospital a different person. And he would be worthy of your love this time.

For you, it would worth the effort of being a better guy.

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[bjornswoman]

One of his women

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! This is another one imagine with Hvitserk. I am thankful to you for your support, it means a lot to me. Thank you so much guys!

Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader.

Genre: Smut, angst, drama, romance.

Summary: You are one of Hvitserk's women, but not for long.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, strong language, jealousy.

You were awake for a while but you didn't move, you didn't want to wake Hvitserk, who was supposed to sleeping next to you. You turned so slow, because you wanted to see his face. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. You turned but you faced just empty furs. You felt disappointed, about that and wrapped your furs better around your body.

He wasn't sleeping with you anymore. Even when he actually came to lay with you, it was like he did it out of duty. It was like he didn't want to be there. It wasn't like you were his wife, you were just one of his lovers, but since that slave girl, that Margrethe, showed up, he had totally forgotten about you and his mind was with her. He wanted to be with her all the time. That broke your heart, but if he was happy with that woman, you would be happy too, but this, whatever it was, it was bad for you and you had to tell him.

The people of Kattegat weren't kind ones. They had already spoken about you and how stupid you were. You had refused some nice men just to be with Hvitserk and he repaid you that way. You didn't care much about their sayings. You cared about Hvitserk, but for your own good you had to move away from him. Apparently, he wanted Margrethe and whatever he was doing with you was just because he had to because you had refused all those men for him and he thought it as his duty to laying with you.

You were a jealous woman that was true. You didn't want your man be near other women, but Hvitserk wasn't yours, so you had no right to be jealous. He was clear to you. He had told you that he laid with any other woman he wanted. If you didn't agree with that, you would lose him. At first you didn't care so much because you didn't feel that you love him. You just wanted to lay with him, but that didn't last long, because you fell hard for him.

You were a fierce and proud woman, you had managed even to be an important part of the shieldwall and that was something that Hvitserk liked. You had even managed to be one of his regular women. Actually, you were the one that he laid with regularly. You were the first on his list. Until Margrethe managed to steal everything. She had the exclusiveness. He hardly ever had time for the others and sometimes he came to you.

You hated her from the first moment you saw her. She thought she could have all the younger sons of Ragnar. Well, she could. She had Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd. Only Ivar wasn't hers, but undoubtedly she would attract him too. It was normal for slaves like her to want to be with their masters. Slaves seeked power and wanted to be free and these thing a prince had them let alone three soon-to-be four of the sons of the most famous king. You should have congratulated her, it was a great achievement to seduce three princes, three sons of Ragnar.

But still, maybe they were too much of idiots to share the same woman. What kind of a man would have agreed to something like that?

Maybe she was too staid to do such a thing.

You left your warm furs and stood up from the bed, you put on some clothes and braided your hair tightly. You had to get out of this house, to take some fresh air and meet people. You were walking through market, greeting people when someone stopped you. It was Arvid, your most persistent suitor. He had already asked you to marry him three times and you had refused it all of them, but he didn't stop. He continued to bother you.

"Arvid." You greeted him, by calling his name and he smiled. He wasn't bad. He was a skilled warrior and he was also a good man. He was just a little bit arrogant.

"(Y/N). How are you?" He asked you and started walking next to you. Every time he saw you, he did the same thing. That was something that not only you hated, but Hvitserk did as well. You were one of his women, the women he laid with, his and this man couldn't be so close to you for his own good. Maybe he was attracted to Margrethe along eith his brother, but he was ro you as well. You were the woman he admired.

His sharp gaze followed your every move. His playful green eyes was dark, something that wasnt unnoticed by his brothers. It wasn't the first time he saw that man bothering you. The last time Ubbe was the one who prevented him from punching him and Ubbe was there this time too to do the same think.

"I think that she will accept him this time." Sigurd spoke and looked over at your place, where you were trying to be polite to Arvid and don't tell him to leave all alone. You didn't want another man, you just wanted Hvitserk.

When Hvitserk heard Sigurd's words he looked over at his place angry. Sigurd was more annoying than any other day, or he was that way every day but Hvitserk hadn't notice. He was too busy eating, drinking and taking care his women to notice Sigurd's mood.

"There it comes another bullshit of Sigurd." Ivar stated playfully and took asip from his ale. Sigurd was about to answer but Ivar was faster. "Firstly, nobody really cares about what your thinking Sigurd and secondly just look at the woman's body language. She wants to avoid him." Ivar spoke and rolled his eyes. He was right, that was exactly what you were doing at that moment but you tried not to be mean to him. Sigurd frowned out of anger. He had always been angry at Ivar with no reason.

"She just needs dick." Sigurd continued and this time Hvitserk was the one to react. If his eyes could kill, his brother would be dead by know. Ubbe could sense the tension and would stood to stop them. Ivar sensed it as well, but that was going to be to exciting to stop it.

"You don't know (Y/N). She needs no dick. She doesn't need anything. She is an independent woman and the next time you will dare to talk about one of my women you will clean your mouth first." He spoke harshly and drank all the ale that was inside his cup. All this scene was exciting for Ivar but not for Ubbe. He could see Hvitserk's look. He was angry and was about to do something. When Hvitserk was angry he did crazy things. He did things without think about the consequences. Actually, be had never really thought about the consequences.

None of the brothers talked, not even Sigurd. Margrethe came to the brothers. They all smiled when they saw her, even Ivar. That didn't go unnoticed from you. The look on your face sharpened qhen you saw her, Arvid noticed and looked at their place.

"I see. Just don't get bothered (Y/N). Do you think that Hvitserk Lothbrok had only you? No way (Y/N). That man fucks whatever has legs." He spoke and came closer to you. You stepped back angry, angrier than before. His words enraged you more than Margrethe's appearance. You didn't like people talking that way about you, let alone Hvitserk. You knew too well who was Hvitserk and what you were getting yourself into.

"I know very well who Hvitserk is, I don't need a man like you to tell me, Arvid. Oh and to be clear even if they asked me to choose between death or not having Hvitserk, even the way I have him, I would choose death over losing Hvitserk. Even if Odin didn't welcome me to Valhalla, I would be happy to know that I have this man, so piss off before I lose my patience and you know what can I do when I lose it." Your voice were harsh along with your eyes. He frowned and turned to leave you alone, just the way you wanted. You wanted to be kind to him, but he was the one that spoke that way about Hvitserk.

"It's better this way. You deserve someone like Hvitserk who can't love you, who will hurt you!" He said. He wamted to enrage you more and he succeeded.

"Piss off!" You yelled and all market looked at your way. People started whispering about you. They had always been doing that. Hvitserk was one of all of them that was looking. He saw everything. You looked over at the crowd and them took the way thag led to the woods. Basically, you wanted to go to a particular spot. There was a tree, an old one. You went to that tree when you needed to relax and that moment you needed to relax.

Hvitserk's eyes followed your every move. He knew where you were heading to. He knew about that special place. He was the only one who knew about this place. He was about to comw to you but Margrethe stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. She looked at him seductively. She didn't want him to come to you.

"Hvitserk, come with me." She whispered to him and run her hand down his chest. He wasn't affected by that. The only thing he could think that moment was you. He didn't know what Arvid told you and in what condition you would be after that. He pushed her softly. She was shocked, Hvitserk had never refused her before. She didn't take her hand, in fact she got closer.

"If you don't come, forget me." She spoke and he frowned. She was attractive, yes, but she couldn't speak that way to him, she was a slave and he was his master, after all. His hand placed on her throat, Ubbe and Sigurd stood up to take him away from her. Ivar was the one who laughed at all these.

"Listen to me carefully. You are just a slave, nothing else and I am your master! I can do whatever! If you ever talk to me again like that, you will face my wrath. (Y/N) probably doesn't need me right now but I need her. Her! Maybe I was too blind to see that, but now I know. So stop your little tricks, that doesn't work with me, not anymore." He spoke and she nodded scared. When Hvitserk talked that way, he was scary. He seemed like another man when his anger took over. His hand left her throat and he looked at his brothers before he take the same path you took some minutes before.

You were there, to that old tree, laying on the mud and staring at the blue sky. He approached silently not wanting to scare you but he did. You stood up quickly and took your dagger on your hand.

"Easy woman its me." He spoke and you placed your dagger back and laid down to the ground again. He did the same thing as you. He laid down next to you. His scent invaded into your nostrils. It was the best thing you had ever smelled. You closed your eyes to enjoy this moments. That smell was on your furs after the nights you two spent together.

Suddenly, you open your eyes and stood up, he frowned but followed you.

"Why are you here? You should be with your brothers drinking, talking and Odin knows what else or....." You stopped. You couldn't say what was on your mind. You wanted to say or he would be with Margrethe and everyone knows what they would do, but he wasn't doing something of that. He was there with you and that was strange.

"What kind of question is that? I want to be with my woman is that wrong (Y/N)?" He asked you and you could spot something playful in his tone. You frowned. He was strange. He spent time with you only on early in the evening or the late hours of the night. It was late in the morning and you weren't use to him being arohnd you this time. Every time he came to you, you laid on your bed, had sex, you slept and he left you alone to go to Great Hall and have Margrethe after Ubbe or Sigurd. He spent the mornings on the Great Halls or somewhere else eating or pleasuring some of the other women he pleased, but most of the mornings he was on the Great Hall eating and talking with his brothers. You, on the other hand, spent your mornings training or wondering around Kattegat or the woods. You lived on your own and you had nobody to take care of. You had only Hvitserk and him for only some hours.

"It's not but I'm for your nights. I mean you came to me only the nights and—" You were saying but he stopped you by pushing you on the old tree. He was angry that day, you could understand that from the look on his face and his body language. You hissed when your body collided violently with the tree.

"Is that what you are thinking about me? Do you think that you are just some nights for me? If you think that, then you don't really know me (Y/N). You don't know me at all." He spoke harshly and pressed his body to yours. You could feel that his body was sharing it's warmth with your cold one. You turned your eyes for some seconds at his chest, you took a deep breath and then you looked back to his dark green eyes.

"What I am supposed to think, Hvitserk? Since you found that Margrethe you forgot about me, but I am okey with that! I have never told you nothing! Not because I am not jealous, I am so much jealous, but because you are not mine Hvitserk! And I am okey with that! I am okey! If this is the only way to have you for some time, I accept it! I have already accepted it!" You yelled to him. You fought hard with the tears that was forming on your eyes and were about to be dropped. You didn't want to cry in front of him. You didn't want him to see you at such condition or see you so weak.

The smirk that had formed earlier on his face faded and he looked at you confused. He had never thought that you felt like that. Well, he knew that you had feelings, you had refused all that men for him, but he didn't think that you believed that. He was thinking your words. They were replaying in his head non-stop. He exhaled a breath that he didn't know he was keeping and looked at you eyes. You were waiting desperately for his answer. He knew that he should tell about the feelings ge felt about you as well. He tried to avoid them, but that was impossible. They only grew stronger each time. Margrethe was just a way to forget about you, but he couldn't and now he was about to let you know. You had enough of this shit. You deserved something great and he wanted to give it to you. He would try to do his best to be the man you deserved.

"That's not what you deserve (Y/N). You deserve to have someone who loves you deeply, someone who is honorable and will take care of you. I don't know if I am that man, I only know that I have some really strange feelings for you. I have never felt like that ever again. I was a coward and I avoided them, that's why I was spending so much time with Margrethe. The truth is that I love you, woman and if you accept me I want to try to be the man you need. I want to try for you." He said truthfully. He was looking at your eyes all the time he was talking. You were shocked. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything.

You wanted him when you didn't know about his feelings, when you shared him with any other woman. From now on he would be yours. You would be an idiot if you sent him away, just because you were stubborn. You couldn't lie that you didn't want him. You couldn't tell him to leave, you would hate yourself if you did such a thing. You were head over heels for him and he was for you as well. Now you knew that too.

He was waiting for your answer, but you didn't have any reaply for him. His words caught you off guard. You had to do something. You grabbed him by his clothes and kissed him roughly. His reaction was kind of late but you didn't mind. When he understood what you were doing he kissed you back and he was in charge now. His tongue entered roughly your mouth and played with yours. You kissed for a long time, you only pulled away when you needed to breathe, but he didn't let you. Your body was stil trapped between the old tree and his strong body.

His dark green eyes were on your own eyes. He looked at you carefully, he didn't lose any move that you did. Nobody of you two talked or moved. You were just watching each other and it was getting uncomfortable for you. He liked that, he liked watching you. You dropped your eyes to the ground but his fingers on your chin forced you to look back at him.

"Hvitserk." You just muttered his name and he smiled widely. He liked how his name sound when it came out from your mouth. He leaned to kiss you again but you pushed his chest slightly and stopped him. He looked at you frowned, he thought you wanted him. You did want him, but you were confused about what was going to happen between you two. "Before anything else I need to ask you what is happening now. So what is happening?" You tried to say without lose your words and he smiled again, he leaned closer to you and pulled your braided hair out of the way.

"Now you are my only woman and I am your man. Only your man. Your Hvitserk." He spoke and kissed your neck. All your body shivered when you listened his words and he understood it. He liked the fact that you were vulnerable before him. After all, he was the one who drive you that way. You were madly in love with him. "I just want you saying my name again. Say it again, (Y/N)." He spoke. He was still kissing your neck when he was talking. You moaned softly, the way he liked the most.

"Hvitserk." You said his name again and he groaned. You smiled when you listened him. "Sweet Hvitserk." You said again and he stopped kissing you this time. He was just looking you hungrily. You knew too welly that insatiable look on his face. He wanted to have you, all of you, here and now. Nothing and none could stop Hvitserk when he needed you, when he wanted you. He lefted the skirts of your dress quickly and placed his hand too close your entrance, you tried not to moan when he touched you, but it seemed impossible. "You want it here?" You asked him and he nodded. After that, he entered two of his fingers inside you and you almost yelled. He grinned and started to move his fingers fast and in wild pace inside you. He knew well what he was doing. He knew exactly where to touch you. He had done it a thousand times before. He had learned all your weak spots.

You moaned insanely, until he stopped. Before you ask why, he dropped on his knees and his hands lifted your dress up to your belly. He kissed your thigh and motioned you to open your legs. You gasped, knowing what he was going to do. He was going to eat you up. This was his favorite thing. You opened your legs. He looked one last time, before place his head between your thighs. His tongue licked your entrance and you tried not to scream. His skilled tongue entered you and he screamed because of the pleasure. He did what he was doing with his fingers before, but the feeling was different. His tongue could drive you crazy.

Your moans was loud and he loved listening to them. You felt that thing on your belly, meaning that you were about to cum. He understood that too, because your walls clenched around him.

"Hvitserk!" You screamed when you released yourself on his mouth. He licked all of your juices and then he stood up and kissed you hard. You tried to catch your breath, but his hand on your butt didn't help you at all. He was squeezing it. His lips let yours and they moved to your neck. His mouth were leaving marks all over your neck. Your nails raked his shoulders trying not to moan or something like that, you were on the woods, after all, anyone could see. "Hvitserk, let's go somewhere else! Somewhere.............. private." You were trying to say between your moans, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted you there. He wanted to claim you on that tree.

That man was insatiable when it came to sex. He could go a whole night without stop a bit, without cum. He pushed you over the edge. He drove you crazy. Your body was hurting everywhere after just a night with him.

He growled as an answer, as he did most of the times when you were having sex. He didn't stop, because he didn't mind people watching. Actually, he liked it. He liked people watching you knowing that you are only his woman.

He stopped leaving his marks on your body. You thought that you were goinvlg to leave, so when you tried to leave from that tree, he pushed you back there and when your back collided with the tree again, you moaned out of pain. He untied his pants impatiently and released his erection. When you saw it you gasped. He lifted your dress up and wrapped his hands around your waist. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He thrusted hard and deep inside you and you bit his shoulder not to scream. It was too difficult not to do it. He did thrusted you again deeper and harder than before. This time you didn't make it to reach his shoulder and you screamed his name. His smirked when he listened you and he pounded again rougher than the previous times.

"Hvitserk!" You screamed again. Your eyes were closed and tears were streaming down your cheeks along with sweat. You were a mess and he enjoyed this. Hvitserk was examining your mess of a face and was smirking.

After a little you couldn't control your release, you needed to free yourself around him. You tightened around him and your hands squeezed both of his shoulders.

"Hvitserk!!" You screamed louder than every other time and you let your body free. His hands tightened around your waist, so you wouldn't fall after this. He pulled himself out of you, without release and tied his pants. You stayed stuck on that tree, your juices run down your thighs. He let your dress fall down and hide your exposed body. Your eyes were following all his moves but you didn't move a bit.

When he saw you standing there, his hands trapped your inside it.

"Come, my love. We haven't finished yet." He whispered and pulled you close to him. It was going to be a long day.

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By Dawn and Blood

A/N: I know, I know, I’ve got like 5 stories I haven’t finished, but this one has been stuck with me since… I don’t even know. I need to write it, post it and get it out of my system, so sorry! I’ll get back to the other stories slowly but surely, but for now… I need to write my damn Vikings-story!

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  Story: When Dean and Sam angers a very old witch, they get transported to a foreign land in a foreign time; now they need to find their way back to their own time, whilst Dean slowly but surely gets closer and closer to the Earls daughter, a shieldmaiden.

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 Pairings: Viking!Reader x Dean

Warnings: language, mentions of blood, mentions of swordfighting, mentions of battle

 Chapter 1: the strangers

Sweat dripped into your eyes as you swirled around, shield stretched out before you – your braids stung, as they hit the back of your neck and your opponent, Arvid, grinned widely. He was sweating too, and blood trickled from the cut on his cheek.

“You’ve improved, Y/N Egildaugter.” You snarled but couldn’t help the smile from blooming. You let your shield down and bowed down to Arvid. “I’ve been trained well, Arvid Bardsson.” He grinned and threw his sword to the ground, quickly grabbing you and rubbing your hair harshly. “Your father will be proud to hear of his daughter, I promise you.” You grinned and walked arm in arm with Arvid through Holdgate – your home and your fathers Earldom. People greeted the two of you as you strolled through the square, the scent of burning wood and salted fish hanging in the air. As you reached the main hall, Arvid let your arm go and grabbed you by the shoulders, staring into your eyes.

“We’ll make a shieldmaiden of you yet, Y/N.” you grinned and slapped him lightly on the cheek. “Go tend to your wounds, Arvid. I’ll see you at the feast tonight.” He nodded and let you go, walking towards Helga’s hut – the old woman, who had become the town healer. You turned and went inside the main hall – the scent of wood, furs and mead hung in the air like a blanket, and your father sat on his chair, in a fevered discussion with his right-hand man, Frode. They looked aggravated and your father constantly spilled the mead from his horn. They both stopped dead in their discussion, when they saw you.

“Please, don’t stop on my account. I rather enjoy looking at my father getting a talking to.” Frode grinned widely. “You are still my favorite, dear Y/N.” your father rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips, ghosting over his harsh features. “My daughter, this has no bearing to you. Go wash off.” You raised your eyebrows. “It concerns me, if it concerns you, Father.” Frode looked from your father to you and laughed. “She truly is your daughter, Egil. I can see her hands itching for a fight. Let her know.” You father sighed and looked at you with wide eyes.

“We have trespassers. They won’t tell where they came from or who sent them. It is like a trick from the Gods, or the Earl of Dalby has sent them to spy on us.” You nodded solemnly. “What do they call themselves?” You asked. You father grinned. “Curious, are you my daughter? Ask them yourself. They refuse to tell any more.” You frowned. “Have you had them held?” He nodded. Frode laughed again. “You must learn the duties, daughter.” You sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll try, father.” You excused yourself and grabbed a shield on your way out, and slid a battleaxe into your belt before leaving the hall again, walking quickly towards the prison-hold.

You were curious. You wanted to see the world, the people, and you wanted to raid and fight; if the prisoners were from a foreign land, like your father so often talked about, they might give you your chance to go.

The wooden door was ajar, and the room inside was dark – you lit a torch on the side of the door and went to your knees. As your eyes adjusted, you couldn’t help but gasp – the men were enormous, like the tales of the frostgiants, and their garments looked foreign and weird. The slightly shorter one was glaring at you, but it looked like his eyes roamed you – he looked curious more than angry. The tallest one, whose hair hung low in his eyes, snorted and turned away.

“Hvem ar I?” you asked, your voice swallowed by the walls surrounding them. The shorter one grunted.

“Listen lady, we don’t talk whatever you are.” You frowned. “You speak the language?” you asked. Both of their eyes snapped to you. “You understand us?” You nodded. He was like a warrior. Broad and dark, and looked like he would be carrying a sword, had he not been bound in the hold. “I ask again. Who are you? Did Earl Dag of Dalby send you?” They both looked confused.

“Uhm… I’m Sam, this is Dean.” He pointed to himself and then the other man, whose eyes were still roaming you – he kept looking at your armor and corset, but his eyes mostly stood fast at your axe. “I know it’s a good axe. I got it for my nameday.” You said with a slight smile. His head whipped up and he blushed slightly. He reminded you of the young boys who had just started growing beards.

“we’re brothers. Are you… Where are we?” the taller one, Sam, asked again. You shifted your weight, so you could cross your legs and sit comfortably. They seemed somewhat sane, and you didn’t feel threatened – more curious than anything.

“I’m the Earls daughter. You are in our home, Holdgate.” The shorter one nodded. He was a pretty man – he reminded you of Bjorn, the fiercest warrior in your homestead. His eyes were curious, and he looked ready to fight, even though his hands were tied behind his back. He looked strong.

“Holdgate?” He asked. His voice sounded like honeymead, like the one your mother made when you were sick. You nodded. “Oh, fuck.” He looked at his brother, who looked equally worried.

“The damn witch sent us to the goddamn Vikings.”

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