#björn imagine

[mystic-shadows42]

Can u do a smut fic where reader broke up with bjorn bc she found out that he rape a woman in his previous raid. Then the reader start dating another man, they were kissing into a wood but bjorn saw them and decided to kill the man in front of the reader subsequently they have sex just bc she is too afraid of him. He was jealous and possessive. That is very dark and if u do not want to write this I will understand <3

{Requested} Evil Deeds

A/N: This is a dark one so readers beware. Not edited.

Warnings: Violence, Language, Nonconsensual sex, trigger words, trigger events

Word Count: 2,166

“He’s there again,” Astrid spoke amused as she smiled and kept on walking. She was referencing to Björn who hadn’t accepted the fact that you both weren’t an item anymore.

He didn’t see what the issue was, no one did.

There was a part of you that was frustrated with just about everyone. You broke things off with Björn because word had spread that the men took over a small market in Spain and raped the women who were looking for refuge.

That was the one thing you couldn’t stomach, men taking advantage of women. You’ve never hidden your displeasure of the despicable act. Björn was well aware but he didn’t care. He did what he wanted and got just about everything without repercussions. No living being dared to challenge him.

Lagertha was no help, of course, all due to the fact that it involved her son. She had spoken to you saying ‘it’s the way of men’ but you couldn’t accept that. That wasn’t good enough.

You took a deep breath knowing you had to pass by Björn in order to get where you needed to. Each step you took closer made your heart feel heavy.

“Who’s that man?” Björn asked lifting his chin while his hard-set eyes never strayed from Erik, the man who you had been seeing. He was a gentle soul who had repaired your broken heart. He was patient, kind, and let you grieve the old love you had with Björn.

“A trader.” 

You wanted to give nothing away. Björn didn’t deserve to know what goes on in your life anymore. He lost that privilege when he took advantage of those helpless women. That was only one on the list of acts he’s done. He was toxic, violent, and possessive.

It took him doing an evil deed just to see what kind of person he was. He didn’t care that you loved him, he would cheat on you just as soon as he traveled. He killed people just for the fun of it. He spent coin on women, raided, and was absent all throughout your relationship not caring that you dreamed of creating a fresh start with him rather than staying in the darkness that Kattegat was.

You tried walking past Björn but of course, he made it difficult when he held onto your arm swinging you around to face him.

“That’s not what I meant.” You tried pulling your arm free but to no avail.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He squinted his eyes at you trying to read your face. You thought back on the day you told him you were through with all of it. He didn’t want to accept it just like he was doing now.

“Oh, but I am worried about it.” He planted himself right in front of you. Leaning in close.

“I’m not your problem anymore. What I do is my business, not yours.”

You pulled your arm away from him shaking your head. He needed to move on just like you had. He was holding onto the past where he had broken your trust and heart.

Björn‘s ego was hurt, that’s all it was. He was embarrassed to see that the one woman that’d do just about anything for him had left him for a trader. He was the talk of the town. Björn‘s woman left the most renowned warrior for a trader. It was a joke to him. Now that you were gone, he wanted you now more than ever.

****

Meeting Erik was a blessing in disguise. He was everything Björn wasn’t. He put your every need first above himself. These secret meet-ups were always the best part of your day.

Staying out of sight and having it just be him and you was bliss.

You were in the middle of kissing Erik when a looming shadow appeared behind him. Erik being completely unaware didn’t take notice of your wandering attention being diverted elsewhere and began peppering kisses down your neck.

As soon as you looked past Erik to see more clearly, you saw a figure sneaking up from behind. Your eyes began to widen once you recognized the familiar silhouette appearing more clearly. Your heart began to race immediately knowing that nothing good was to come of this.

There was no one around and Erik had his back turned. You pulled Erik closer trying in some way to protect him and create some distance between him and Björn, but he took that as a sign of continuing to untie the knot of your dress.

Your scared-filled eyes never strayed from Björn’s as he snuck up faster almost running now. It was frightening looking at the weapon he carried along with those hate-filled eyes.

“Erik!” You screeched.

He finally took notice of your expression and turned around to see an angry Björn coming at a quick pace. He had weapons in hand, looking determined more than ever.

“You have to run Erik,” you spoke as you pushed him away to start leaving but he didn’t. He stayed put, eyes transfixed on the warrior dead set on him.

You pushed and begged Erik once more hoping to snap him out of his reverie but he simply turned to look at you.

“I’m not going to run.” Your breathing escalated. Your palms started to sweat and your heart was beating so fast you thought it’d stop suddenly, “I can’t leave you with him like this.”

He took hold of your hand and squeezed it in reassurance. Here he was standing his ground, a trader by birth, going to stay by your side because Björn posed a threat to you.

Time seemed to stand still. It was too late to run now. Björn was here.

He was breathing heavily, not in fatigue but in anticipation. The adrenaline was pumping through him making him pace looking between you and Erik while twisting his weapon.

Björn said nothing as he pulled out a second weapon and tossed it on the ground in front of Erik. He was challenging him to a fight trying to give him a chance.

Erik was no fighter. He was a trader who roamed the lands. He wasn’t used to this type of life, one of violence. You doubt he ever had to pick up a sword before. Erik let your hand go and you wished he hadn’t.

Erik hesitated at first then gripped the hilt of the sword, faltering as he tried adjusting to the weight of it in his hands.

Björn scoffed then looked at you incredulously after looking at Erik up and down. “This is what you left me for!” His nostrils flared in anger. 

Björn took a step forward but you stepped in his path hoping to someway deter him. To try and convince him that violence wasn’t the answer. To just let you go.

“Stop it Björn! He didn’t do anything to you. Just leave him be.” You had your hand placed on Björn’s chest hoping to knock some sense into him. All he did was follow where you touched him until he was looking into your eyes again.

“He took everything away from me!” He stated through clenched teeth.

He pushed you aside and started towards Erik who swung first having seen what he had just done to you. Their swords clashed making sparks fly. Erik swung again but Björn quickly evaded and then tripped Erik. Once he landed with a thud Björn gestured for him to stand and try swinging at him again.

The air changed. It was harder to breathe. Erik looked over to where you were and mustered up a smile. He then took a deep breath and re-gripped his sword. 

He mustered up the courage to swing at him again though Björn was quick to disarm Erik, twisting his arm to turn him. He swung his ax in his left hand onto Erik’s shoulder. Then while Erik screamed while looking at his wound Björn swung the sword in his right hand to silence him completely.

The blood splattered on your white dress. Your hands remained raised, shaking uncontrollably.

Erik had just smiled at you. 

He got wounded. 

He screamed. 

He was silent. 

Blood...so much blood.

Taking in the state of what you just witnessed you didn’t realize that Björn had now turned his attention to you. He lifted up your chin with his blood-soaked hands and smeared it across your cheeks as he brushed away your tears.

You tried turning away but every time you did he’d grunt and make you face him. You went ballistic hitting him wherever you could until he gripped your chin harshly. That’s when you stilled completely. His expression was different now.  His nostrils were flared and his chest was heaving. He was running high off of adrenaline just like he always does after a kill. He always got worked up after dealing in violence.

You knew what he wanted. You closed your eyes as he bent to give you love bites down your neck. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Björn,” you spoke then gasped when he grasped the top of your dress and tore it down the middle.

He pushed the dress away and laid you down on the grass below. He grabbed your legs and spread them. Your mind was reeling from all that was happening. It was too much. It was all overwhelming. Björn lowered his breeches and licked his hand obscenely before lowering it between your legs.

You held your breath not wanting to be here. Not wanting to have to go through this. Turning your head away from him had helped ease the pain of seeing what Björn was about to do.

You looked across seeing Erik’s body lying there not too far off. His eyes were still open and stared lifelessly into nothing.

He wasn’t cut out for this life. A tear ran down your cheek thinking of the man who had stolen your heart. He was sweet, kind, and had so much to live for. All for it to be ripped away in the most brutal way. Your heart ached. You felt guilty for this being his fate. 

It was no one’s fault but your own. You knew of Björn’s temper but still, you pursued the relationship with Erik.

Björn tuned your attention away to only face him. He stared at you in lust. Not a hint of remorse was in his eyes. 

This was the man you once loved about to do the worst thing imaginable. There was no love in those dark eyes of his, only victory. A victory that he claimed his ‘possession’ back once more.

A warm body. That’s all you were to him at this moment.

He interlaced his fingers in yours, gripping tightly as he prepared to invade your body.

Looking up into those blue eyes that you once loved made the tears fall faster.

How could he do this? How can anyone do this?

You tried to harden your heart and shut down all of your emotions. If you were to survive, you needed to be a shell of yourself to be able to handle what he was going to do.

He didn’t hesitate to line himself up and fill you completely in one stroke.

You grunted, not at all prepared no matter how much you tried to.

This was something you used to love. The quick roughness that he provided when he made love to you but this was far from it.

This wasn’t love.

His body rocked into yours driving your body to drag across the dirt-covered ground. Your skin now feeling what your body felt: pain, dirty, damaged.

You closed your eyes pretending you were somewhere else, anywhere but here. You thought of the ocean. The flow of the water. The beautiful blue water. The curious inhabitants that lived beyond the eye can see. Erik. The beautiful soul that Erik was that made you believe that there can truly be good in the world.

You squeezed your eyes tighter feeling your body tense every time Björn quickened his pace. His grunts became louder and his pace quickened.

You forced yourself to open your eyes. You needed to look at him. Look at the man that was doing this. As soon as you found the courage to look, Björn had his eyes closed in ecstasy as his pace began to falter.

Anger began to build inside. 

You hated him. 

YOU HATED HIM!

Your throat burned so badly that you wanted to scream at him. 

You dug your nails into his skin as he still had his fingers interlaced with yours. You wanted to draw blood and make him hurt. He can’t get away with this. He won’t. You’ll be sure of it.

He was unknowingly making you a cold-blooded monster.

That’s when you made a pact with yourself. You would see that Björn Ironside dies a slow torturous death and the last face he’ll see will be yours.

[glymphatics]

if only i had a time machine…..

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiiii!!! Babes wow I’m so IN LOVE with the way you write soft Miguel!!! It’s the cutest effing shiz 🥹 I go very weak in the knees for a big grumpy indifferent man that is so dang painfully soft for their girl it’s such a huge turn on for my heart 😩 I also came to share that I’ve been imagining Miguel overhearing reader talk about how she’s never had a secret admirer and then a few days later she finds a red rose w/a lil note addressed to her. From a distance Miguel & Jess watch as she parades her lil rose around the others all smiley and Jess asks if he’s gonna tell her and he murmurs “let her have her little admirer” Like that mans got it baaad 😮‍💨

hiii!! omg stop it, that’s so fucking sweet!! thank you! and me too!! I love mean cold grumpy men that have a soft spot for their girl, like embarrassing soft and mushy for her!! it’s my weakness😩 that is the cutest idea. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

secret admirer

miguel o’hara x f reader

wc: 722

part 2 -> here

You were never usually one to receive spontaneous gifts from others, rarely one to have a secret admirer, so when you walk into your office and see a singular red rose with a small envelope attached, your stomach immediately somersaulted. 

A few days prior, you and Peter were talking about gifts and what he should get MJ for their upcoming anniversary, and then the subject of secret admirers arose. You mentioned how you've never been on the receiving end of those small romantic gestures and how you wished and hoped you could be at some point. To you, it was a simple flyaway comment, but based on Peter's solemn reaction, you couldn't help but think that he felt guilty.

You did ponder if Peter left it for you as a sympathy gift, but the red rose was a tell-tell sign that he didn't. So now, you couldn't help but wonder who gave you the flower. Who knew the passcode for your door? Who knew about your whereabouts? All these questions span in your mind as you walk into your office.

You reach for the rose, bringing the flower to your nose, softly breathing in its fragrant scent as you pick up the envelope. You place the flower down and glance around your office, looking through the windows to see if anyone's watching. Once you know it's clear, you open the paper and pull out the small note. 

' I heard you've never had a secret admirer before,

I'm glad to be your first. 

Spider-Man '

Even though it's tagged Spider-Man, it could be anyone. Literally anybody. Hundreds, if not thousands, of possibilities. But the one spider that first came to mind was Peter. You wanted to tell him about the strange coincidence and share your happiness about the situation. So you flag him down, rose and note in your hand as you search through HQ for him.

You finally spot him in the cafeteria with Jess and Miguel, talking over food and coffee. You hesitantly make your way over with a smile as you subtly wave over to him. 

"Sorry- sorry, do you mind if I borrow Peter real quick?" you ask, glancing between them all.

"Sure," Miguel softly smiles as he looks you up and down, noticing the rose in your hand. 

"Thank you, we won't be long. Hurry- come on," you say, tugging Peter's arm. 

"Alright, alright," he huffs, taking a final bite of his burger before placing it down. "What's so urgent anyway?" he grumbles, trudging after you as he adjusts Mayday in the Björn.

"You know how I mentioned the other day- about the secret admirer thing...?" you start, looking at him eagerly. "Well, look what I just found," you smile, showing off your rose and note. "I went into my office, and- and it was just sitting there, for me. A rose for me!" you excitedly gush, smiling widely. 

"No way?" he says, his joyful tone matching yours. "Let me see the note,"

As he reads through the letter, you glance around the cafeteria, your gaze honing in on Jess and Miguel, who were not so subtly staring at you. Suspicions rise when you notice them whisper to each other, heads together as if they're in cahoots.

"Hey Peter, can you do me a favour?" you ask, slyly leaning forward.

"Sure, what's up?"

"This might be really wrong, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to eavesdrop, please?" you say sweetly, hoping to mask the morally wrong favour you were asking.

"Seriously?" 

"Yes, please. And do it quick. Miguel and Jess- hurry,"

"Shut up then, so I can listen," he shushes you, chuckling.

He's quiet for a few moments, a slow smile creeping on his face as he listens in on their conversation. 

"What are they saying? Tell me," you ask, eyes keen as they dart around the room.

"I can't tell you..." he grins, shaking his head. 

"Why? Why not?" you playfully hound, gesturing with your hands. "Come on, please?"

"God, he's gonna kill me," he mutters. "All I heard was the end part... Jess said, 'Are you gonna tell her about the rose?' and then Miguel said, 'Let her have her little admirer. She needs it,' okay? That's all I heard,"

Your smile widens. 

The rose, it was from Miguel?

[ubbesbabymama]

Björn Ironside falling first.

↳ Pairing. Bjorn Ironside.

↳ Summary. Headcanons on Bjorn falling for you first and hard.

↳ Warnings. It has a NSFW part because we have seen it in the show, he can’t keep it in his pants.

↳ Note. I think by now is quite obvious that I write confident and powerful readers lmaoo.

The day he met you he knew that he will do everything in his power and more to make you his.

And although he is certain that you hate his ass and anything that has to do with him, he still greets you with a flirty smirk every time he passes you.

What he doesn’t know it’s that it’s just your personality that it’s pretty quiet for a Viking.

You also don’t want to be associated with him the same day you meet him. He can at least wait some more.

His way of courting you is by acting out of character since he doesn’t know how to even get on your good side.

When there are meetings to discuss what to do with the settlement he has on different lands, he asks for you to sit by his side even though you’re not his right hand.

On raids, he orders for your tent to be right by his tent and he may or may not have the order to change your furs for his, so you can be more comfortable.

When there’s a feast, he orders you to sit by his side on the throne and although you hate it, you do so since he’s the king.

“Are you enjoying the night, Y/N?” He will murmur right onto your ear.

“I would enjoy it a little more if I was at the table with the other shield-maiden.” You say, your tone is not harsh but it’s not flirty like his.

“You know that you can go, you are a free woman.” He smirks, his stare lowering to your cleavage.

“So you can go and sit there by my side, making all the women uncomfortable since you had sex with half of them?” You ask with a smile, and he shrugs humming.

“I can’t deny or confirm that.”

“Right.”

He gets jealous every time he sees one of his men talking to you. Not because of the talking, no, but because you're smiling at them.

“You never smile at me.” Like he always does, he murmurs into your ear, standing so close behind you that his chest is pressed to your back.

“Why would I?” You hum.

“You should, don’t you think?” He whispers, caressing your neck with his nose.

“I’ll try.” And like always, you left him hanging and start walking.

The moment when he feels as if you don’t hate him that much is when he is wounded in a fight and you lose your cool, running to his side and taking care of the five men that got him to that state. After that you don’t let nobody get close to him, making it your job to clean his wounds every day and heal him.

It was in that moment where you let your walls down and he can see right through your acts that you want him just as much as he wants you. So he grabs you by the neck and kisses you hard.

That’s the start of your relationship with Björn Ironside.

Now, you don’t change that much towards him, except that now he can touch you and kiss you. And that he does a lot, he does not care if you’re alone or if there are people around.

Because you have been a witness of two of his marriages when you were still training to be a shield-maiden you are always alert. Always with the thought at the back of your mind that one day you will find him cheating.

So imagine your surprise when you come home from training with the new shield maiden and find him touching himself and moaning your name.

“Mhm, I see you’ve started without me.” You murmur, leaning on the doorframe. He looks up and bites his lower lip.

“Today I can’t stop the craving of being inside you and you weren’t here,” He says in a rush, he makes space for you on the bed. “Come please, make a mess of me.”

NSFW properly.

He thought he will have you in the palm of his hand the moment he beds you. Oh, how wrong he was.

He gets addicted to you as we just saw before the nsfw cut. He wants to go at it at all times.

You are going to take a bath? Let him join you and ride him until the tub gets empty from all the movements.

You are healing his wounds? Ride him slowly because it hurts him more not being inside you.

You’re sitting by his side on the throne? Let him touch your chest discretely.

He is insatiable.

The good thing? You are too and that plays a big part in his addiction.

He adores to see you rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he rolls his hips, he adores to hear you beg for him to breed you, to make you his, how can he not be addicted to you?

He absolutely adores when you start the deed, which is usually by dismissing everybody in the great hall and then getting naked in front of him. He makes you ride him right there and then.

It’s safe to say that he does not get bored of you and you ended up being his last wife.

[moonlight-tmd]

Whenever I listen to Hooked On A Feeling by Björn Skifs I imagine a scenario of Blitzwing just being totally smitten by the little yellow autobot he just met and he's trying his best to court him.

He doesn't even hide it, he will just straight up ditch the entire fight to go talk and compliment the yellow mini and either the Autobots or Lugnut has to chase/drag him away.

The worst part is Bee is totally into it. He doesn't see why the heck this would be a bad idea, the big goofy weirdo(affectionate) just wants his attention and love. Said goofy weirdo is also not that bad-looking and strong. All of his oddities are just more of a lure to capture Bee's curiosity and interest.

Blitz would go and draw attention of citizen so the the Autobots come and he'd sing and dance on a makeshift disco ring to flirt with Bee. When that fails he'd carve a giant ice statue of Bumblebee and present it to him and Bee will be so amazed. And when that fails due to the other Autobots dragging him away he'd show up to the emergency at the bridge Bee is at with Ratchet, stand nearby and hold up a sign saying "Please go on a date with me! <3" while blasting some love song he heard that the lyrics literally describe his feelings. Bee did jump off the bridge to get to him that time... unfortunately Ratchet had caught him and lifted him back up with the magnets before Blitzwing could catch him and run off.

Bee's teammates have to keep an eye on him at all times so he won't sneak out and go do something he'll regret. Bee is not happy that his friends don't want him to go and try be happy with another mech, he's very pouty whenever they tell him no he can't do that. So what if it's a 'con? He's never truly taken a side and only wears an insignia for the sake of having some leeway with other Autobots. All of them could be organics, monoformers, 'bots, 'cons or other-faction for all he cares. He just wants to have friends, doesn't matter what or who they are.

I imagine at one point in time on earth Bee took off the window in his room and have it on a latch or something so it opens like a hatch so he can sneak out via his room. He has a big trash container with a lid on the other side and few crates so he can climb down from the window. One time he manages to fool whoever is on the nightly watch over him so he won't sneak out (aka they check if he's still in his berth, this time he waited until the check pretending to recharge and then snuck out). He got out and drove to places he usually saw Blitz hanging out on patrols. He wasn't in any of those places but Bee waited some in one of them and sure enough Blitz did happen to come to that location that night. They were so happy to finally talk with each other properly without anyone hearing anything and interrupting every 3 minuites.

They hit it off near instantly. Bee is so curious and amazed by a unique mech like Blitzwing and Blitz is so enamored with Bee's personality and cute appearance. They dance, sing and laugh under the stars and it's like a love story book come real. Of course, they meet few times in secret after that. Bee thinks about how to make others allow him to meet with Blitz... but just as he does that they hear a knock at the shutter and wouldn't you know, Blitzwing is standing there with big boquet of flowers and some small packages. Somehow he learned the location of where Bee lives by himself. Of course Bee grabbed his servo and led him in to play games together despite the others being very much startled by what the heck a 'con is doing in their house on a tuesday morning.

By that point they just give up all efforts to try to keep those two apart. It's pointless... At least Blitz doesn't seem as bad as they thought he was- he did bring them gifts to come into their favor after all.

So Blitz is a regular guest at the Autobot base. Bee is happy, Blitz is happy, and the others still keep an eye on them just in case. But they definitelly stopped being so paranoid over Bee.

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 7)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other seet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

Tag list:

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: Death of character, Canute being slapped, pillaging, mention of Canute not taking care of himself to the point where he could die, slight gore, Thorfinn leaving you alone, uh oh its Thorkell time]

So It Goes On And On Not Knowing When It Went Wrong...

So. While things have changed a bit, all around everything still seemed the same.

Marching on and travelling by wagon is not bad at all, you noted, and so far nothing has really threatened the prince, that was constantly attempting to glance at your direction.

Ragnar is quiet all around except for the prince and Askeladd hasn't shared one of his 'great plans' in a while, too.

Thorfinn was as grumpy as ever, always by your side.

Yet the snow has gotten heavier.

It was worrying at best...the road to the king was long.

And the food was running low.

So I Just Feel and Feed The Blood That's Inside Me...

It was only a matter of time.

Of course. Askeladd being Askeladd, being the cunning and clever fellow he was, the leader of hungry, savage vikings would take all a single village had to feed his.

You heard the priest, who traveled silently along you with his alcohol in hand, shriek and call out. Björn quickly beat him into submission.

Ragnar argued to leave these good, religious people alone while speaking as little English as possible.

You were just glad Askeladd did not order you to 'help'. You'd stay far back, as far as you could, watching over the prince. You wondered if he could hear the same things as you.

The young man was hunched and not peeking at you for once. Even while no one was there, Thorfinn still insisted to sit close by you, squeezing you into the wall of the wagon and keeping Cantue a good distance away. He said nothing.

Just as the food arrived, he handed you meat. Telling you to eat while you could and that food was food. Canute got his portion from Ragnar.

You cared for your friend. Yet at times you observed his apathy that was as equal to enemies as it was to innocent people.

Still, such things are quickly forgotten. It isn't the first time, after all.

You got food, you got water, and supplies. You'll survive and so will the prince.

All was the same...including when Ragnar invited you once again to eat. Food was food and especially delectable when it was cooked safely.

You convinced Thorfinn to go. Whether or not out of trust and companionship for Canute and Ragnar or for the fact that was it was free and cooked food. Safely cooked food - miles better than charred fish.

Thorfinn pouts. He doesn't particularly care for 'lunch' but if one; you were to go and two; there was food, he'd have no choice but to oblige.

It was eerily similiar to the first dinner - Canute cooked while Ragnar helped set the table. Only would he glance at you from time to time, the smile on his face fading.

Whether or not you note that the man is not fond of his son - well, his prince, fancying you, is up to you. But know that he won't openly do something against his affections as long as they don't cross a limit.

He cannot have his highness believe he can just have you stay at his castle and marry you...

Thorfinn noticed too, and while he understands where the man is coming from, that does not sour his mood any less whenever Ragnar has to...scowl at you like that.

Canute is as shy as a maiden. He cooks and it is like he had forgotten about the pillage as he asked you bashfully how the dish was.

Soon the shanty is filled with conversation of the past until Ragnar was called out by the rest of the band. Eyeing the trio requesting for his presence, he promised Canute he'd return soon and for you and Thorfinn to continue protecting him.

With an narrowed gaze you watched them leave. The door was closed to keep the snow out. Their footsteps slowly grew quieter and finding the table to be cleaned already, Canute shyly attempted smalltalk with you.

You admitted to yourself that you were barely listening. When you looked into the faces of the men, the bandmates that you knew, you could only see Askeladd.

The table shook and rumbled as the men put Ragnar's cold body on it, more carelessly than planned. Askeladd glanced at them before gazing back to Canute with the same narrowed and focused eyes. The latter was trembling at the sight.

"It was an ambush." Askeladd began, continuing with an empty explanation and the request to keep moving forward. Whoever killed Ragnar must be on their heels - and with Thorkell in tow, they'd best hurry.

They leave shortly after with only you, Thorfinn and Canute staying. Your blonde friend said nothing as he prepared his things. Canute could only stare wordlessly at the corpse in the room.

There it was again. Maybe the sliver of compassion left in your heart or the knowledge that it is difficult to move on from death but it is a must anyway - no matter what the reason may be, you once again decided to appraoch the prince.

With a hand on his shoulder, you turned him to you. His dilating eyes couldn't meet yours. "Prince...what Askeladd said is unfortunately true. If we stay, we will all die here. It hurts, but we have to keep going."

It worked in a way as well...as if in a trance, Canute let you lead him out of the shanty by the hand and into the cold snow. His gaze, as wide as a deer's, was glued on Ragnar until he was inevitably out of sight.

The trance was quickly broken though.

The moment Canute was forcefully thrown into the wagon, he found his voice in an agonizing scream again. His big eyes shut close for the first time only to spill out tears as he yelled out profanity after profanity, order after order to have Ragnar not be left behind in some nowhere shanty but properly buried in honor.

The leader of the band made it quickly clear that they do not have time for funerals and honor - a mountain of a man with a bloodlust no warrior deities could match was after them - after him - so he could cease his bawling.

"Ragnar!" His name left his mouth again, his throat beginnning to hurt. If he himself could not stop his grief, then it was Askeladd leaving his face bruised in a hard slap.

"Ragnar is dead. No matter how many times you call out for him, the dead will not hear you. Not come for you nor help you."

Canute brought a hand to his throbbing, red cheek. The tears stopped for a moment as he stared at Askeladd in disbelief, voice shaking.

"...It was you..."

It was clear to everyone witnessing that there were more words to be exchanged, yet the man was faster. Without any hesitation he ordered for everyone to keep on marching no matter what. With a flick of his finger, he pointed back to Thorfinn and you, telling you to keep on having an eye on the prince.

You didn't know what to think. But as Thorfinn helped you up on the wagon and Canute silently hunched in his seat, you only knew you felt anger.

Keep Your Precious Justice To Yourself, Bud...

Only a few days have passed but each was as dull as the next.

Thorfinn and you still had the priviledge on sitting on the wagon next to Canute, who stayed hunched in his lone seat. He hadn't spoken a word ever since Askeladd's lesson of death.

The band's mood darkened like the grey and cloudy sky. Snow kept on piling and piling up and you often had the displeasure of getting off the wagon and pushing it through the thick white while Canute stayed put, not lifting a finger nor his head.

Thorkell was close - everyone knew. Besides the whsipers, only Björn spoke to the band's leader.

Thorfinn ate, slept and sat as if nothing was wrong. SInce the days have been quiet, he barely paid any attention to the prince, and would only acknowledge you. Though due to the gloomy atmosphere among the men, you barely were in any mood to talk and the blonde knew it.

At times he'd nudge you, asking how you feel. He shares his food, dividing it in two, or lets you drink fom his water sash. His blanket and cloak are, of course, also yours to share.

Yet he doesn't even lift a finger for Canute. The young man is grieving in solitude even while surrounded by men there to protect him. He does not reply nor answer anyone's call.

You take a part of the loaf of bread Thorfinn shared with you and offer it to him.

Thorfinn glares at the exchange disapprovingly. Still, he lets you do whatever you think needs to be done.

Even if he doesn't really get it or see it as neccesary.

It takes time, but Canute lifts his head ever so slightly before taking the bread. He chewed on it slowly.

The prince may not speak and seemed even quieter than he was at your first meeting, but he at least acknowledged you and your actions. Whenever the men realized that they would also have to look out for the young man - after all, he cannot starve or die of thirst or cold - they would turn to you for the task. Canute only seemed to accept your deeds and your words.

Ragnar wasn't here to baby him anymore, after all.

As heartless as it may sound, Thorfinn also saw Ragnar's actions as babying Cantue. And now, you are doing the exact same.

After some time Thorfinn would definitely whisper to you, whisper how you are smothering and mothering him. Look at the princess. He barely cannot eat or drink by himself. Another round of your kind and honeyed words will have him demand that you start feeding him as well.

Whether or not you shush or agree with him is up to you. But it cannot be denied that Canute cannot be left alone or else he would easily allow himself to die.

Some men gossip among themselves how you have taken Ragnar's position. None found any glee or schadenfreude in that fact, however, and were more focused on the inevitable meeting with Thorkell the Tall.

Higher Than The Sky And Deeper Than The Sea...

And so it came.

You remember it well. How Thorfinn, sitting next to you, grabbed your arm and shifted you closer to him. His cold glare was aimed at the road covered in snow in the distance and his voice was in a low whisper.

"We have to start looking out for the others as well." He began curtly and dry. Brief with his assumption that something was wrong here in the band, that none of the men liked where any of this was going.

They did not like the plan. The marching. The secrets Askeladd kept to himself and the feral giant hunting them down. It would only be a matter of time before a fight would ensue.

"Look out for yourself. Stay alert." He told you and with that, let go, as if nothing had been exchanged between you at all.

And just like that, it was like a prophecy.

The bridge the men were ordered to destroy was nothing but a pebble on the road for Thorkell. He and his men were visible over the hill and with just one swing of his arm, a spear impaled three men.

As swift as the wind, Thorfinn flung out his daggers and stood in front of you. Canute did not move a muscle at the men falling, nor did he look up to know who was here to 'save' him next.

People dying and fighting over being the 'escorts' and 'heroes' who have safely returned the prince to his king.

A quick arguement began before it became a full-out betrayal.

Not like Askeladd had not seen it coming.

Quickly he ordered Björn to ride off and bring the prince to safety - with you and Thorfinn on the wagon and tow as well.

The tables have turned and a manpower of over thirty are now after Askeladd's head and the prince's saftey. Feet stomped over the broken wreckage and soon, Thorkell stood before them all.

The bandmates hoped to switch sides and offer Askeladd's life as a token of loyalty. But your heart only gave out at the sight of the giant of a man.

No matter how you felt about Askeladd, the conversations you had with him...you could not forget his attempt at your life and all the things he had done to Thorfinn...you could not charge back down there and help him.

But Thorfinn could and would.

As he let out a scream, you held him back by his shoulders. The wagon was rushing away from the turmoil together with the prince and the priest...and more of the traitors came hunting you down on their horses.

"It's foolish to go back there! There's Thorkell, Thorkell! Don't you remember what he did to us last time?!"

Though, Thorfinn does not listen. He aimed at the oncoming men and their horses, shooting them down before they could reach you. Sparing one of the animals, he saddled on before yelling back at you. His face contorted in an rage you have never seen before.

"He is MY prey!!!" He shouted back, "You stay here! Kill anyone who tries to come near you!"

It is the first time where the young viking does not prioritize your safety.

As he charged back to the hill below, he shot down the rest coming for the prince - yet in his mind they are coming for you.

Even as they fell, he left you alone with Björn who is easily tempted by madness.

If he hesitates now, his revenge will be lost.

[idk whats up with me today, my english is just....bleh. I really mix up past tense and present dont ask me why.

More of a 'from plot A -> plot B' kind of thing. Not a lot happens unitl then...]

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about that one video of Pewdiepie and Björn, and it’s so papa bakugou coded 🥺🥺

Like imagine opening a FaceTime from your husband as he’s snorting, trying to keep a straight face. Your baby was in the phase of repeating sounds, copying his daddy with grunts and babbles.

He’s sat so hard trying to remain stony faced as he talks to you, baby in his car seat babbling away.

“Little gremlin keeps copying my laugh, watch,” he’s snickering as he lets out his usual booming laugh. Sure enough, a deep belly laugh almost identical is released, followed by delighted giggles when Katsuki has to hold his stomach.

It’s a vicious cycle of him releasing his raucous laughter, and his baby mimicking it, then Katsuki laughing more. You’re dying on the other end of the phone, cooing and encouraging your baby through your bursts of laughter 🥺🥺

[jamtland]

It's hard to find densu enjoyers. What's your favorite dynamic? And during which era do you like to imagine them together? Some people who write this pairing in modern settings make Sweden cheating on Finland for instance. It's as if each historical period demands a different reason for this rare pair to be together.

Thank you Anon for sending this ask about my OTP! I'll write my answer under the cut as I have far too many thoughts about these two.

Please appreciate this new and improved GIGABJÖRN this DenSu Swednesday.

The part of your ask where you said that some people who write DenSu in modern settings make Sweden cheat on Finland surprised me, because I have never seen this before. The only reason why I think someone would write this is because they're a SuFin shipper who uses cheating DenSu to introduce some drama into SuFin's relationship. There's no real-life reason why Sweden has to cheat on Finland to be with Denmark in the modern day, because they're all independent nations. Besides, both Finns and Danes make fun of Swedes. If their personifications shared the attitudes of their people, neither of them would want to be in a relationship with Sweden.

My favorite time period and dynamic for DenSu is the most vanilla one possible: modern era, happy monogamous relationship. I'll admit that I'm very bitter towards the old fandom's dynamic for DenSu where they were only violent towards each other. I like to write DenSu as the ideal relationship, so I want them to live in a time period where their countries don't have an active conflict against each other, where they can be open about their relationship and raise children without facing a lot of discrimination. Also, I write Mathias (Denmark) and Björn (Sweden) as human-like characters with unique personalities and life stories that have lived through their countries' entire history, as opposed to humanized versions of the countries whose personalities and lives are analogies for the country's history. This means that the history of their relationship will be influenced by their countries' mutual history, but it won't be determined by that.

Mathias and Björn are immortal magical personifications in my Nationverse, which is different from Hetalia canon in many ways. One of the differences is that humans aren't aware about the existence of magic and immortal personifications, which means that the personifications are not important figures in human society. They don't have a political role and they're not obligated to participate in every war and historical event that their country experiences, although they will be affected by these events in the same way as their fellow citizens. Another difference is that their health and physical ages represents the "conservation status" of their people and culture. Because their people and culture are not threatened in the modern day, their bodies are frozen at the peak of a human's health and strength, in their mid to late 20s.

Mathias and Björn were born when the ancestors of modern Danes and Swedes began to inhabit the land that would become the modern countries. They lived in their respective countries with their people, and they only started spending time together as children, after they figured out how to use their magical powers to teleport to each others' lands. Björn had an intense crush on Mathias but was terrified of others finding out about it, so he tried to suppress his crush by being an asshole to Mathias. Mathias obviously had to retaliate against this stupid kid who was being an asshole to him (and who he couldn't kill because Björn was immortal too). This was the start of their thousands-of-years rivalry.

As their countries formed kingdoms and started to have more frequent conflicts with each other, they formed a genuine hate for each other and challenged each other to fatal duels (being immortals, the loser would respawn). Björn's crush on Mathias only became more intense as they grew older, and Mathias also became attracted to Björn whose muscles only got bigger with time. Their duels with weapons evolved to fights with a suspicious amount of physical contact, but neither of them were willing to admit their attraction to each other because of the social norms of the time.

DenSu's fights ended in the 19th century when both of their countries lost a lot of their power and territory. As their countries experienced famines and mass emigrations, their health began to decline, and they couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of death if their countries' population and economy wasn't able to recover. Finally, they put their rivalry aside to support each other through their common struggle. I haven't decided exactly when the turning point of their relationship from friends to lovers happened, but I like the idea of Mathias living in Björn's house during WW2 after the annexation of Denmark. Living under the same roof as "friends" with intense mutual crushes led them to explore each others' bodies, and then...

The greatest strength of DenSu's dynamic is the physical attraction and passion they feel for each other. After all, if they can keep up a rivalry for thousands of years, they can turn it into love too. Both of them are the types of people who bond to one person very strongly. That person will receive their full love and attention, but they are expected to reciprocate just as much. This is no problem for DenSu, as both of them feel greatly fulfilled when they make their other half happy. While the term "opposites attract" is usually applied to DenSu, they are only opposites on the surface. They have different - nearly opposing - skills, interests and preferences, but their ethics, values, communication and thinking styles, goals in life and sexual preferences are very similar. This means that there's almost no "resistance" or "wasted energy" when they work together and interact with each other, because they can quickly agree on a common goal, know what their roles are and how to achieve their common goal. Each of them helps to compensate for skills that the other is missing. DenSu operates like a finely tuned machine with all of the parts in perfect synergy.

Scandinavian culture is reserved, so to the casual observer, DenSu doesn't even appear to be a couple, as they don't do PDA or sappy romantic gestures. The way they show love to each other is through silently doing favors for each other, remembering what the other likes, accepting their (few) differences rather than nagging the other to change. They keep the romantic gestures in private, and when nobody's watching, they are very touchy and "filled with desires" (Tumblr may not like the actual word). They're physically frozen in their 20s and have healthy diets and frequent exercise, so they get these "desires" very often. Despite what their physiques and body language would imply, Björn has a higher sex drive than Mathias, and Björn is a bottom. Mathias is vers and Björn will oblige when Mathias asks him to top, but he doesn't get any pleasure from it directly. He only feels the emotional pleasure from seeing Mathias being pleasured.

Finally, something I don't see being talked about often enough is the way Mathias and Björn verbally communicate with each other! Swedish and Danish are mutually intelligible, but the average Swede is not trained to understand Danish and will hardly understand anything. Danish comprehension of Swedish is better, but it's not great either. Mathias and Björn are definitely better than the baseline because of their thousands of years together, but they weren't together for most of those years, and they cannot fluently speak each other's language. Because of this, they modify their normal ways of speaking to understand each other better. They have memorized the most common vocabulary differences and false friends. When they talk to each other, they'll insert these different words from the other person's language, and speak in a more neutral "TV big city" accent without noticing. Björn's natural accent is not a big city one (he's from coastal northern Sweden), and I like the idea of Mathias making a special effort to travel to his hometown and study his dialect early into their relationship (before the invention of the internet).

More DenSu headcanons and essays to come. I'm thinking about creating a wiki dedicated to writing about my OTPs...

[theemporium]

Maxiel with a tiny baby 🥺🥺 Danny definitely cries and max is totally a softie and sniffles. You’re grinning and look up from the baby in your arms and whisper a quiet thanks but they just kiss you and thank you for giving them this.

Cue Danny and Max carrying the baby everywhere to “give you a break”. Max has the baby björn in alphatauri colors strapped to the front of his uniform with RB shades and earmuffs on as he’s standing there analyzing race plans and nodding along like he understands the baby babbling and looks at GP “my child is brilliant and you should listen to their ideas”

SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS SO SOFT😭😭😭😭😭😭could you imagine the way max would so proudly show the baby off in wee enchante baby clothes🥹

AND TAKING THE BABY TO THE TRACK?? PUTTING THEM IN THE CAR??? I AM SO SOFT

[beezelarts]

Okay, so I’m posting this already because I have so many other projects that I’m currently working on and I’m afraid that I’d forget to share it if I waited.

I’m a huge fan of every Hangster fanfiction that involves the Seresins and their farm in Texas so I decided to draw how I imagine them (or at least 1 version).

So far, I have Jake’s parents and one of his many older siblings, his only sister. Enjoy!

As you can see those are Jake’s parents Joanne and Oliviero.

Oliviero is Italian so all of his children can speak at least a little bit Italian.

When Jake’s grandparents were still alive they’d visit them every summer and every winter in their little house near the french border.

Oliviero flirts with Jo (only he gets to call her that) in Italian and blushes when she flirts back. (His children understand every word and suffer psychological trauma.)

Since he’s technically European he refuses to call football “soccer”.

When Jake first came out to his family he wasn’t exactly… happy about it BUT his wife refused to let him sleep in their bed (“That includes NO SEX, Oliviero.”) so he caved after one week and refrained from disowning his youngest.

He only started to respect Bradley when the latter wins an arm wrestling match against him.

He gave Bradley the shovel talk.

Now Joanne:

She met Oliviero when she was on vacation in Italy.

The Seresin farm is technically hers (therefore actually the “Grant farm”).

She’s a simp and is obsessed with her husband’s ass. (Again, the Seresin-siblings are traumatised.)

She loves being a momma and grandma.

She’s a great cook and sometimes she cooks some of her mother-in-law’s recipes. (Oliviero has tears in his eyes because deep down he’s a softie.)

She seems like a sweet lady but she’s actually very scary: After Bradley got the shovel talk from Jake’s dad (and Coyote before that) she took him for a walk and showed him an idyllic clearing in the middle of the woods nearby. Then she turned to Bradley and said, “this is where we bury our enemies. Don’t hurt my baby boy.” She proceeded to kiss Bradley on the cheek and went back to the farm. When Oliviero saw them coming back he shot Bradley a compassionate look. Joanne’s father had done the same with him when he had asked for her hand. Don’t mess with the Seresins/Grants !

And here is Jake’s sister Jenn with her husband Björn:

She met Björn when he started working on the farm. They did the deed in the barn and she got pregnant and he asked her to marry him. (Oliviero didn’t like it.) Now, they’ve been married for almost twelve years and have three children (and a fourth on the way). Björn still works on the farm. Jenn is a trauma surgeon.

Okay, phew, that’s a lot of headcanon but I felt the need to share.

EDIT (I forgot to mention):

During Jenn’s first pregnancy Björn gained a little bit of weight “out of solidarity for his wife”. (Back then, Jake might have had the tiniest crush on him. Nobody can blame him. Björn has the perfect dad bod :3)

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

Zerimar

The gone village

this post is about the gone village of Zerimar and it’s relevance / importance to my minecraft diaries rewrite / au:

The Village of Zerimar was a peaceful place in the region of Ru’Aun. It had never known war and its people were kind. It was located roughly around here v

At a time, it was the 3rd largest village in Ru’Aun. Full of mostly humans and me’ifwa. They were rather disconnected the rest of Ru’aunian culture, much preferring their own. An important part of their culture was the use of Rune Tattoos. At birth their parents would choose a name with a meaning. They would be officially given their name and their Rune Tattoo at 1 month old by the High Shaman during their naming ceremony. This means all the people of Zerimar had magicks. Each unique and wonderful.

Being so close to O’khasis was dangerous enough on its own, but being so large and full to the brim with magicks users was a death sentence.

Garte, the lord of O’khasis, at first offered a deal. Zerimar would help O’khasis return monarchy to the land of Ru’aun and in return, the people could live their lives in peace free to govern their tiny bit of land as they always had. The lord of Zerimar refused, knowing it was wrong.

For a while, things were calm, but eventually all peace was long forgotten. Garte sent an army in the inky black of the night. Their only orders were to destroy everything and leave no survivors. Ru’aun would soon forget of Zerimar’s existence.

That night fires broke out in every building, every home. People were slaughtered unjustly and with no rhyme or reason. By the morning, the sky was black and grey and the village was far, far too quiet. The army left before the sun even rose.

Garte had believed there had been no survivors. No one to remember his sins. But there were. Few they were but they were there. Forced to leave and hide their runes but they survived.

These survivors would go on to do great things;

Like Calcifer, a boy of 14 who ran to find help as soon as the first fire started. He found a man named Björn who happened to be traveling past. They hurried back to find nothing. Years later, Calcifer began to forge great weapons, with which he imagined taking his revenge on the man who took away his family and friends.

Like Kenmur, whose family guard got him away from there as quickly as he could. He was no older than 12 at the time. He lost his family but carried on their talents, creating amazing red stone technology.

Or like Cadenza, and her sister Eseryt. Cadenza, who was only 11 herself, helped her 5 year old sister escape to the woods. She helped her climb a tree to safety then set out to find the rest of her family. Eseryt, being too young to understand, soon got restless and climbed down. she wandered trying to find her big sister but could not do so. She was found by a man and young boy by the names of Björn and Calcifer and brought her to the safety of another village, far away, where Eseryt would grow up learning to fight and create. Where she would dream of finding her sister again…

Cadenza spent hours looking for Eseryt but when the sun began to set again she figured the unthinkable had happened. She left to the forest to pick flowers to leave in town when a man and his guards arrived. At first she was scared, terrified that O’khasis had returned to finish the job, but this man was kind. He told her she was safe; word had gotten to his village, Metelli it was called, and that he’d come to collect survivors. Only… it was just her… She’d continue to grow up in a household full of people who loved and supported her. Two fathers and a brother, whom she adored. And she’d make dresses, just like she had done for her sister’s dolls all those years ago..

[touchoflaughter]

Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: It's one of those typical dinner table talks between the Ragnarssons when troublemaker Ivar chooses violence over peace again. So Björn decides to step in and put him in his place. Again.

Ticklish!Ivar ; Lers/Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

Warning: This is a TickleFic! Noncon tickling & vulgar language (It’s pretty mean, folks) If that's not your thing I suggest you to skip this one.

"You gotta be kidding!", Ivar chuckled while taking the jug of mead right in front of him.

"Come and think about it, this makes sense.", Ubbe took another bite from his chicken drumstick while making a pensive face.

"Halfdan? I really can't imagine him with another man.", Sigurd shook his head. "The very thought fills me with nausea."

"Calm down! What's wrong with preferring men over women?", Björn looked around one. "He's nothing less of a fierce Norseman."

"Do you want to confess something to us, too?", Ivar stimulated his eldest brother with a sassy grin.

"Funny.", Björn countered, with a drained look on his face. He was so over his youngest brothers attitude.

"I agree with Björn on this one. Halfdan is a great man who had our back quite a few times.", Hvitserk acceded.

"I don't know. Still seems weird to me.", Sigurd shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh come one Sigurd, don't make a fool out of yourself.", Ivar darted a knowing look towards his older brother who just wanted to continue eating but paused at his words.

"What?", Sigurd looked at his brother with Irritation.

"We all know you like men. No need to hide it.", Ivar grinned and pointed at Sigurds lute that's always right by his side. "I mean you even compose sentimental ballads and I definitely didn't miss that one time you went to the tanners apprentice for him to quickly fix your coat, only for you to get back home with your shirt the wrong way up.

The whole table turned silent for a few seconds, everyone paused in their movements. Sigurd threw an angry look at his younger brother, who was the only one to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"Cut the bullshit! He also fixed my shirt, that's why!", Sigurd banged his fist on the table. Everyone continued eating, trying not to get involved into the two wranglers fight.

"A likely story!", Ivar couldn't stifle an amused laughter. "Just so you know, I got loads of problems with you but being homosexual is none of them. So calm down."

Sigurds head has turned deeply red when he continued eating his soup in a tensed way. "You're crazy."

"I shouldn't have told you about it.", Björn regretted his decision already. "What did I even think would happen?"

"Well it was quite obvious what would happen.", Ubbe laughed, looking at his younger brothers, one eating his soup in silence, the other satisfied with how everything went.

"I hope all of you know this information is just between the five of us.", the eldest instructed with a serious look.

"What exactly? Halfdans homosexuality or the shirt fixing thing that means nothing?", Ivar continued making digs at Sigurd who looked up immediately. It was way too easy to trigger him.

"Shut your mouth!", Sigurd impulsively threw the carving knife towards Ivar, who only just managed to dodge it. The youngest chuckled, as if the sharp weapon didn't get stuck in the wooden armrest, right where his forearm has been seconds before. "Poor Sigurd, are you mad now? Go make up for it by writing an angry poem or- well I guess you know an even better option."

"You clearly don't know when to stop.", Ubbe tried to enter shallow water again. "Sigurd you need to lern how to ignore his teasing."

"Why are you like this, Ivar?", Björn sighed like a failed parent who gave up long ago.

The youngest continued eating in satisfaction with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

"Oh you think it's funny to torment every living being around you?", Björn leaned forward, looking at Ivar directly. "Probably you need to taste your own medicine in order for you to stop harassing others."

The three brothers scouted the scene when Ivar put his fork aside and returned Björns look bored. "Go on. Your poor treasury of words and repartee isn't able to match mine anyway."

Björn dabbed his mouth with a napkin before he got up and walked towards his brother who slowly began to realise, the eldest had no interest in talking it out.

"All of that is just warm words, little brother. You always forget you're pretty disadvantaged when the time of talking is over.", Björn looked down at Ivar, who didn't seem to be frightened at all.

"Calm down. You know that's just how he is.", Hvitserk tried to comfort Björn, aligning himself with Ivar as usual.

"Yeah don't beat him up just because of a few meaningless words.", Ubbe agreed with Hvitserk, being the arbiter once again.

"I don't mind you teaching him a lesson.", Sigurd leaned backwards, eyeing the scene gleefully. "He totally deserves it."

"Coward.", Ivar hissed at him, before looking up to Björn, who was still glancing down at him. But something in his expression has changed. He seemed to have a plan. Ivar swallowed hard and started considering how he'd make it out alive without eating his words.

"Hit me already! I won't apologise for telling the truth!", Ivar leaned backwards with his guard down, hoping his brothers pride will prevent him from beating up an unarmed cripple.

"You sneaky rascal. You know damn well I'd never be able to hit you, looking like this.", Björn grinned down at him, knowing exactly Ivar acts helpless on purpose.

"That's a low trick Ivar! Just take it like a man!", Sigurd commented, disappointed with how things were going.

"You two! Cut it out!", Ubbe instructed, having enough of that bunfight. "And you, Sigurd! Stop being a chicken-hearted shit and face him yourself!"

Everyones but Ivar's jar fell. Ubbe hardly uses foul language and he also rarely chooses Ivars side.

The youngest started cackling at his words, approving with his second eldest brother for the first time in forever. Hvitserk had to stifle an amused grin as well when Björn turned back towards Ivar: "You're lucky Ubbe decided to come to your relieve. Are you going to behave now?"

Ivar gave a snarky laugh, feeling too secure for his own good again: "Since when is telling the truth a misbehaviour?"

"Ivaaaar.", Björn sighed his name long-drawn-out with a tortured undertone. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Do what?", the youngest asked confusedly. "You gotta face the fact, you can't do shit, brother. And now go back to your seat and let me finish my plate!"

"That was a mistake.", Hvitserk murmured when the youngest continued eating as if nothing happened.

Then, all of a sudden, Ivar was bowled over and fell from his chair to the ground. Before anyone realised what was happening, Björn swooped down on Ivar, who laid flat on his back, gasping under the weight of his gigantic brother.

Right when the youngest opened his mouth to let off steam, a high pitched scream came out of his throat, followed by forced, loud laughter. The remaining brothers needed a moment to understand what was going on: Björn tackled Ivar to the ground and instantly started a rigorous tickle attack!

Everyone of them knows about this big weakness of their little brother. Even though they take advantage of it quite often, the youngest goes bright red with shame whenever he finds himself in this vulnerable position. Somehow it doesn't stop him from being a bratty bully and he also seems to forget about that effective punishment whenever he decides to make fun of one of his brothers.

"Björn have mercy with him!", Hvitserk tried to drown Ivars hysterical laughter out.

"Kill him!", Sigurd encouraged their eldest brother, looking down at the Ivar who was laughing and screaming uncontrollably. Björn dug right into his upper ribs, one of the killer spots. Ivar tried to curse and threaten through his laughter but he didn't manage to form at least one coherent word.

Ubbe, who tried to decide wether this was funny or serious, watched the scene with a little smile playing on his lips. "Easy, Björn! You know he can't handle it well."

"That's the whole point!", Björn grinned in a devilish way while getting his younger brothers hands out of the way by pinning them above his head. "Sigurd come help me with this little rascal!"

There was no need for him to repeat that. Sigurd bounced from his chair and placed himself immediately in front of Björn to keep Ivars strong arms in place. Now Björn had both his hands to tickle the crap out of his stubborn brother, who wasn't able to defend himself the tiniest bit.

Ivar, who had a short break while the positions were changing, was hopping mad at his brothers. He couldn't help but giggle during his threat, due to the previous tickling anyways: "Gehet off! Don't touch me Sigurd! You gutless cohoward! This is nohot fahair!! Björn you piehiece of- wait what- NO!"

Ivar paused his cursing when his oldest brother pulled up his shirt, revealing the youngest toned upper body. Björn started squeezing into Ivars strong obliques, enjoying him freaking out about it: "FUHUCKERS!! AHAHAHA I HAHATEE YOUHUHU! NOHOAHAHAHA!" He tried to press his lips together, to not give them any satisfaction, but after not even a second he bursted out laughing even shriller: "I'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU! FUHUHUCK STOHOP! AHH NAHAHA FUCKING IHIDIOTSAHAHA!"

"Ahaww look at our baby brother, trying to be serious.", Björn mocked, staying at the same spot but increasing the speed and pressure even more, putting his brother through agony.

Ivar turned to Hvitserk and Ubbe who were watching the scene from the table: "DOHON'T JUHUST SIHIT THEHERE! HEHELP MEHE!"

Suddenly, Björn changed positions and started digging into Ivars upper ribs and the wide latissimus. Ivar started screaming and yelling, begging them to stop but whether Björn, nor Sigurd seemed to have enough yet.

"Hey that's enough! He clearly can't take any more.", Hvitserk got up from his chair to succour.

"I decide when he has enough!", Björn clarified, starting to scribble his big hands up and down ivars whole torso, driving him mad.

"Cut it out!", Hvitserk placed his hand on Björns shoulder and pulled him backwards to underline his call.

Björn stopped the torture for a moment and turned towards his little brother who immediately stumbled a few steps back.

"Listen: You better stop bothering me or you're in his place at once, got it?", Björn gave him a warning glance. Hvitserk swallowed hard and looked over to Ivar who was looking back with tears in his eyes.

"Come on, Björn.", Hvitserk tried to negotiate, while recognising the begging glance on his little brothers face. "He clearly learned his lesson.

"Ohh you think so?", Björn grinned. "You suppose he wouldn't humiliate others for entertainment anymore?"

"Well, that's kinda how he is. You won't tickle it out of him anyways.", Hvitserk shrug his shoulders, looking from one to another. "Come on, let him go."

"So you think I don't have to punish him anymore and it's alright he's putting his needs top priority?", Björn asked with a vicious undertone.

Hvitserk knew he was up to something but still he tried his best to get his brother out of that. "If that makes you let go of him, yes.

"Alright. One last test. Let's see if our stubborn rascal learned his lesson.", Björn, still sitting on Ivars waist, leaned over him, their ice-blue eyes facing each other. Ivar was still breathing heavily and sweating, his face and upper body had turned bright red and there were several marks where his brothers fingers dug into the muscles.

Björn started scribbling and spidering his fingers lightly all over his brothers belly and chest, forcing him to make a tortured noise that slowly turned into involuntary giggles. "Tell me Ivar, would you like me to stop?"

"Stuhupihid quehestion frohom a stupid persohon.", his brother answered, as sassy as always. Björn had to get ahold of himself, not to tickle him to pieces again. "Even though you clearly ask for more, I'm willing to let you. There's only one condition."

"Fucking ahahanything!", Ivar pulled on his arms, that were still secured by Sigurd, trying to get away from Björns unbearably ticklish movements.

"So you're fine with Hvitserk taking your place?", Björn asked while mischievously increasing the speed even more, teasing out a yell and even louder giggles that turn into helpless laughter pretty quickly.

Hvitserks jaw dropped when he heard what his brother just said and he quickly increased the space between him and the rest. "W-Wait. Ivar- don't!"

Ivar didn't ponder for a second. He immediately nodded as forcefully as he could. "Yehehes! Fuhuck lehet goo!"

Björn let go of Ivar, stood up and turned towards the intimidated Hvitserk, who slowly but surely stepped backwards, trying to leave the hut without the eldest noticing. A knowing grin playing on his lips: "Poor Hvitserk. That's what you get for turning against me, trying to side with a lone wolf."

"I-I'm sohorry, Hvitty.", Ivar stuttered, still laying on the ground. Then, all of a sudden he seized Björns legs and managed to knock him down. "RUN!"

Hvitserk didn't think about it twice. He turned around and made a quick getaway.

"You devious nag! Let go or I swear I tickle you to death!", Björn threatened, starting to squeeze into Ivars ribs at once. The youngest flinched hard and had no choice but to release him. Björn jumped up and chased after Hvitserk who left the hut a few seconds before.

"Why can't we just eat in peace for once?", Ubbe sighed, picking at his food in frustration. Then he went over to Ivar, who tried to catch his breath and helped him get up and back on his seat.

Sigurd, who had taken his seat already, looked at his younger brother gleefully. "Hopefully you learned your lesson."

Ivar, who felt deeply humiliated already, looked at him with a warning glance: "Careful."

"Look who didn't make it." All heads turned to the open door, where Björn just entered the room with Hvitserk in tow...

Ready for a part 2?

[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant.

↳ Pairing. Ragnar Lothbrok, Björn Ironside, Ubbe Ragnarsson.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant.

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships.

↳ Note. I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader. Let me know if y’all want me to make an individual part of any of these explaining further the dynamics.

Part two.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

He hasn’t seen you in several months and he starts to get worried because for one, you didn’t even come to the dock to greet him after another successful raid and two, you know damn well he doesn’t like to go for so long without talking to you when he is in Kattegat. He learns too much with you.

He knocks on your door one time before letting himself in like he owns it, and that he does of course. He’s the king.

“I just want to know why you haven’t even… oh,” He looks at you with wide eyes, looking down at the small round belly that has started to become prominent.

You look at him expressionless, your eyes filling with tears, he gets to you in two big steps and pulls you into his arms, one hand on the back of your neck and the other grabbing your arm so you can put it around his waist.

“My sweet dear friend, what’s the matter?” He murmurs and you sob.

“I missed you so much, o-oh for the love of Odin, my friend is here.” You cry on his chest.

“Of course I am, I’ll always come back to you,” He assures you.

You look up to him.

“I am with child,” You say and he snorts.

“I can very much see that,” He jokes but his smile vanishes when he sees the pain in your face.

“And he hates it, he hates it so much Ragnar,” You sob. “He said it’s not his child, he swears it’s yours.”

He laughs and walks with you under his arm to your bed, softly falling down and letting you get comfortable on his chest.

“I have to say, it does sounds appealing to bear a child with you,” You snort and sob softly. “But we have never had sex, for you rejected me when I asked you.”

“You wanted me to lay with you when we were camping and getting ready for a war back in the day, it wasn’t the time,” You roll your eyes. “He says my plan all along was to seduce you to become queen of—,”

“Does he even know that you’re the uncrowned queen of Kattegat?” He laughs. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll be the child’s father.”

“Why did I have the suspicion that you would say that when the time of me carrying a child come?” You ask with a small smile and he kisses your head.

“He can’t come near you anymore, he lost his chance.” He explains.

You close your eyes, forgetting everything that made you cry and remembering that Ragnar will always be there for you.

Björn Ironside.

He frowns when you rush into his tent in what seems desperation, he grabs your shoulders to stop you.

“Wow, wow, wow, stop right there,” He says, and when you look at him his whole face changes. “Who did this to you?”

You have a cut on your lip and your cheek is starting to get swollen from a hard slap.

“Björn—,”

“I am not going to ask a third time, Y/N, who did this to you?” He grunts.

“Knud,” You whisper and you step in front of him when he is about to start walking, looking him right in the eye. “Björn.”

“I am going to break his arms, move.” He grunts.

“Björn, I am with child.” You snap, smacking his chest softly so he can pay attention to you.

He looks at you surprised, blinking a few times before slowly sliding his hands all over your belly.

“That’s wonderful, little one.” He whispers and your bottom lip trembles. His face suddenly turns cold. “Which means it’s going to be worse for him.”

He walks around you and out of the tent in the blink of an eye, you sigh and sit down for a few seconds on his bed, your state making things such as standing very tiresome.

After some minutes you stand up and go out looking for your friend, finding him close to the woods with a crowd around him. When you get close you realize that the father of your child is tied up to a tree while Björn is shooting arrows at him, missing on purpose to get him more scared. The whispers of the others are what makes Björn look behind his back, he smiles at you.

“Come here, my sweet one.” He says with feigned happiness, you stand on his side, ignoring the man on the tree on purpose.

“Yes?”

“What do you want from him? His leg? An arm?” He asks you entertained.

“I—,”

“Y-Y/N, p-please! Forgive me! I-I didn’t mean t-to, it was the ale!” The man cries.

“You hurt her while she’s with child and you think ale is the perfect excuse to give me? me?” Björn asks with humor, raising his arms and shooting an arrow right on top of the man's knees, smiling when he screams in pain. “Try again.”

“F-Forgive me for saying that it is not my child, I-I know you haven’t laid with n-no one else, I misunderstood your relationship with lord Björn,” The man cries in pain, sobbing like a child, he looks at you with pleading eyes. “Y/N p-please.”

You look at Björn and give him an enigmatic smile that he understands all too well.

“My friend, I could use a liver, maybe a heart,” You tell him and he hums.

“All you have to do is ask,” He says, shooting right into the man’s heart, watching the life leave his body. “Like that?”

“Like that.” You snort.

Ubbe Ragnarsson.

He’s sure the gods put you in his life with a purpose, because the amount of love and happiness he feels when he’s around you cannot be normal.

He was walking around Kattegat with a smile, watching his people do their own thing and being proud of the stability that they have now thanks to a lot of his, his father and his brothers' sacrifices. He sees you and frowns when he takes in your expression, walking a little faster to get to you.

“That fucking child is not mine!” The man, whom he knows you tend to lay with from time to time, was shouting in your face. “Find the father of that child because it is not mine.”

“Well, last time I checked I am not the Christian Holy Mary to have a child from a god,” You snap at him. “Who else’s child would—?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the prince,” The man accuses you and you gasp, he starts to point his finger at you, every time touching your shoulder in an accusatory manner. “Why don’t you go and tell him that you’re with child, uhm? Since you’re so proud of being his main whore—,”

The man can’t continue his speech because he is interrupted by Ubbe yanking him from the back. Ubbe walks to him slowly, sighing to control his dark thoughts and straddling the man. He starts to calmy destroy the man’s face, smacking him with his open hand, punching him with his fist, with his own head. You crouch down beside him at a considerable space in order to not get punched by accident, with your hand under your chin, watching your prince make a mess out of the poor man that thought he could disrespect you and continue on his day like nothing happened.

“You think you’re too good to put a child on her? Don’t be stupid, you should be grateful that you even had the opportunity to be inside of her,” Ubbe grunts, watching the man’s face unrecognizable now.

He cleans his hands on the man’s shirt and stands up, walking to you and bending his knees a little to take you in his arms. You hum and slide your hands around his neck.

“I would’ve expected Ivar to lose control like that, even Hvitserk, but you?” You murmur into his ear and he chuckles.

“I’m Viking, love,” He says as if that explains the little number he just pulled.

When he enters the Great Hall he walks directly to a chair and sits with you sitting sideways on top of him, he caresses your back distractedly while playing with your hand with his other hand.

“I’m a little scared,” You confess and he looks at you. “It’s my first child, I’m not even married and he already made sure to let me know that he will not be—,”

“You don’t need nobody but me,” He says firmly, confidence emanating from his body. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ubbe, you have your own obligations with Kattegat,” You try to reason with him.

“And still, I’ll be here for you,” He whispers, pulling you to his chest and slowly sliding his hand onto your belly, you put your own on top of his. “Every step you take, I’m taking it with you, my dear friend.”

“I know you will,” You whisper and kiss the side of his head.

[last-night-is-a-blur]

Adult Gyda

What would Gyda be like if she had lived?

I imagine her as a kind, understanding, cautious, reasonable, gracious and patient woman, who inherited her father's love of exploration and thirst for knowlegde, and shares his dream of discovering new lands for their people to seattle, so they can find peace and prosperity.

She tries to live up to her parents reputation as warriors, but hates fighting and doesn't feel good enough. She gives up on being a shield maiden, but still trains from time to time so she can protect herself if need be.

Her greatest strength is her mind, and over the course of the series she becomes a good diplomat.

She is a bit mild-mannered after the season 2 time skip, but grows more confident and assertive over time, without losing her humility or kindness.

Her sense of humour is good-natured, but when angry she can occasionally deliver rather mean-spirited comments. Usually she is simply cold or frustrated when angry, and bluntly calls people out or stays silent, rather than rattling off snarky retorts.

While patient and even-tempered, she can get snappy when frustrated, especially with Björn, since he is her brother.

She stayed with Ragnar after her parents divorce, because she felt it was only fair that her dad got to keep at least on of his kids

She acts as a second mother to her half-brothers. She took care of the three oldest alot since Ivar had Aslaug and Floki, but tried to be there for him as well, since he is rejected by most people, so they are fairly are close. Besides Floki and his parents (and later on Freydis), Gyda is his favourite person. However, Aslaug gives Ivar enough maternal care, Floki gives him guidance as a man, and his brothers' give him the company of someone his age own, so there is only so much Ivar needs from Gyda. Gyda however does try to give Ivar a little bit of discipline, even though she isn't every strict by nature. This is very much undermined by Aslaug, and Gyda doesn't want to challenge her parental authority as Ivar's mother.

Athelstan is like a second father to her and took care of her after Lagertha left with Björn whenever Ragnar was busy.

Gyda is on civil terms with Aslaug, but they are far from close.

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 8)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other seet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

Tag list: @luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: conversations about love in general (but hinted at to be the Christianity's view of unconditional love. I tried to have it a bit more character-focused), qestioning your bond with Thorfinn, Thorfinn being stupid, speeding through the plot because Canute and Askeladd are the main characters now I guess]

You're Gonna Make Me Go, You're Gonna Make Me Drown...

The snow is cold.

Even as everything is barren and clad in a gravely sick and whitest cloud of snow to let the prince know it is a dream, the snow below still feels cold.

He sees the blood on Ragnar and he knows how cold he feels as well but compared to all that he has known in his life, the rest of the world seemed far colder.

The man stays warm even as he begged him not to go. As he threw caution to the wind at his wise words of loss, of how he must awaken and grow.

He tossed it all aside.

Yet the outside world is harsh and forced his awakening with a splatter of blood.

Canute awakened and saw a familiar back. Under him he could not feel the cold of the white snow of the blankets he laid upon as another round of blood dared to taint his skin.

A viking he reckoned as Björn bellowed like a yet-to-be-seen beast as he threw his arm back yet again to cause another blow to a skull. His eyes wide and milky as he wildly smashed about him. To the left, was the priest with his alcohol. In front of him, with their back facing him, was you.

"...You've woken up now, finally." You soberly began as you watched the one-sided fighting, "Björn and the rest of the band are fighting over you, prince. Whoever wins gets to keep you...and everyone but Björn is ready to abandon Askeladd."

"...Everybody but Björn and Thorfinn."

You explain the fighting before you and the one behind the hills. Askeladd taking hostage and Thorfinn dueling for his right to kill him. You, are stuck here.

The atmsophere is awkward. It was as if the roars of battle did not exist, as if the bloodbath before did not exist - rather there was a silence that was drowning. Looking over your shoulder, you saw that Canute bore the same demure face as you.

"...I've had a dream..."

He began with the faintest of smiles...

"...Ragnar was there and he bid goodbye. He's gone, I know that...now," He seemed to hesitate as he took a deep but shaky breath, "Now...there is no one in the world left who loves me anymore..."

You look back to the ground below you. The snow under had long melted, your hands red and freezing from the contact of it. Your voice barely found the strength to be anything above a whisper. "...I am sorry, prince...I never wished that upon you. This shouldn't have happened but Askeladd is..."

You gritted your teeth. Askeladd was many things...and he seemed to not have an ounce of...care in his heart for his band.

Why are you surprised? The man, the killer and kidnapper of royalty...the leader of a band so vile. Yet it still hurt to be here.

Hearing something shift behind you, though you were still lost in your own, useless thoughts.

"Why...are you out of all people apologizing?"

The grave tone in his question made you snap your eyes to him.

Canute's eyes, though red, seemed...cold and deep.

The evident frown on his face was now a scowl, however, one of slight confusion. Did he...always look like that?

For the first time, you hear him say your name.

"Why...are you out of all people not fighting?"

You startle as he so boldly took ahold of your shoulder. Before that, the prince barely could glance at you.

"You seem so rueful...yet you are one of them who brought me here. You took me hostage just like Askeladd, but you still provide me with your comfort."

Feeling yourself rise and back away from the young man, your eyes widened, mouth silent. Yet Canute did not let go.

"You provide me with your comfort, your pity, your blade and weapon. With your body as a shield yet only out of obligation. You shared your rations out of obligation when Ragnar was no more but still did so with a smile. Why?"

Canute finally seemed to frown.

"The day before...you have killed for one. You rose your blade to kill for Thorfinn and willingly tainted yourself with blood, with sin for his safety. The day after that you shared the warmth and laughter as if none of that happened."

"Prince..."

"You kill and attack everyone but each other...your kindness does not reach anyone but him. I must have simply been lucky...or did I seem so meek to you to lower your guard? For you to be so merciless and ruthless to bring the slightest bit if goodness to a man who is just as cruel...and now you are here demurred by all the unfairness of it all? Is that love?"

Startled like a deer, you shift back. Canute spoke in riddles to you...or, perhaps, the word 'love' did linger in the back of your mind from a time far before your viking era?

That is up to you - but it cannot be denied that this royal must have lost his mind.

"When you kill for each other, is that love? When you indulge in your jokes, is that love? Is it love that you two share while you spare the rest of the world none?"

"Is that a bond of love?"

Moving even further back meant facing Björn and while both men seemed unnerving right now, you'd rather face the perplexing Canute. Though you cannot give an answer to his riddles.

"Do you love Thorfinn? And does Thorfinn love you? I've been wondering that since I knew you two."

You look away. It is hard to say whether or not you spared love any thought since your time here in Askeladd's band. The man and the rest of these vile creatures did not seem to know any love. Not Björn who was killing his own comrades, nor any of the men below the hills that were indulging in the art of battle and its entertainment.

Yet did you know any love?

Did you know love when graced by the shines of the sun? Did you love the feeling of winter, even as it tried to freeze you to death in the darkest of nights? Did you show any love to the critters you've killed for food? Did you know love when greeted by Thorfinn and his many snarky remarks? If so, did you love him from the beginning, when he was his cold, stark self or did you gift him any now, now that you know you could trust him?

Trust him now, even after he left you here to fight for the killer of his father?

It is strange.

It is strange as Canute discussed with the priest. As he compared the love of Ragnar and that of Thorfinn - to which the young prince took offense to.

"Both of them are discriminating. They prefer parts of the world over another. Your Ragnar preferred you over a village, and the young viking seemed to not hold any love for anything but this one." He pointed at you.

It is vile. It is discriminating, their love. They do not love all as they should. Perhaps they couldn't.

And so, the priest pointed at you again; "And this one is no different. You know love and you discriminate. You kill and steal and now drown in the consequences of your lacking love. You showed it out of pity to His Higness, I presume...but it still holds nothing. Even you, as you hold the young viking boy dear to you, can only show unconditional love in your death."

You could only watch with wide eyes. Were they right? Were they wrong? Did they know love better than you did?

Did you even know what all of this meant?

Did you?

It did not seem so.

For you stared in awe at the sight before you - the meek Canute craddling the face of a wild beast, Björn, as he struggled to swing another final blow. Eyes watched intently as he lowered his bloodied fist and held him close to his heart. Embracing him like a mother - a brother - a kin - a hurting heart!

Shocked, you stumble up on your feet as Björn regained concsiousness of his dazed state. This weak royal calmed someone as bloodlusting and barbaric as Björn!

You barely could breath and so was the priest. Mumbling about a miracle as Canute ordered the rest of the surviving men to tend to his wounds - as if he was deserving of tenderness - and to ready a sleigh for him. For he was injured, and the injured needed treatment.

The men berated of the unfairness of it all. Of the rules of fighting and of the winners and the losers. One shall be graced with victory while the other shall suffer.

The prince turned to you, ordering you to help him gather the lost horses as well. Even now his touch was firm but gentle.

"I shall show you the meaning of your battles as well. Even your death if I must. For you still hold an inkling of love...I can offer you paradise on earth if you let it happen."

Feeling Like I'm Living In Your Shadow...

He lost conciousness for a good moment, he know he did...and even though it felt like an eternity, he reckoned he flew higher than the birds...

Even after Thorkell broke his arm, he was still standing. Standing there, tall and alive as he kept asking him the same question.

"Do you know what makes a true warrior?"

Is it the valkyries and their offering hand? The promise for Valhalla? Does one need to die with honor or simply have a high body count?

Thorkell admitted on hoping the son of the man stronger than him could answer the conundrum. But the young blonde was only lost.

Lost on how to kill him. Askeladd had promised to find a weak point but so far the giant bastard has yet to stumble and fall.

His daggers are tainted with his blood but no matter the many slices, Thorkell was not admitting defeat. He challenged him to a duel, he sliced his chain mail, got his arm broken and Askeladd is on the verge of bleeding out...

The cheers of the men around him was deafening, too.

As it felt like an eternity to this fight, Thorfinn did not even notice that he wasn't thinking about anything but Askeladd.

Thorkell promised him tales of his father, who he apparently knew, but even thinking about Thors would only make him lose focus.

He couldn't afford to think about his father right now. Not about his mother or sister, Askeladd or you.

He could only listen to the hollers, the wind, Throkell's steps and the words of wisdom leaving Askeladd's mouth...

"Y'know, it almost seemed like Thors did love my niece Helga..."

Thorfinn backed away from a swing of his axe.

"So is love what makes a true warrior? Ah, no...couldn't be it, now could it?"

Thorfinn blocked it all out. Focus on the axes. Cut through the ankles and biceps. Win and you'll be fine.

And so he seemed to be. Blinded briefly by the reflection of Askeladd's blade and hit in the head, Thorkell fell into the snow. With a bellow, Thorfinn casted aside his shock and went for the eye.

He can win this. He'll win Askeladd back and kill him in a duel himself. He'll win, he'll win!

Whatever else may happen after that does not matter.

And so he won.

Enough not to have him and Askeladd be slaughtered by the others and having escaped with a mere scar and broken arm.

Canute descended the hill and with him, a small army of Thorkell's men. To his right were you, riding close by with a frown that could frighten the men. Thorkell watched the prince's bravery and equal foolishness. His lack of fear irritated the viking but he still believed it to be better to become his vassal instead of being his kidnapper.

You got off to tend to Björn, fastened at the sleigh, just like Canute ordered. As Thorkell's band followed the young royal with perplexed faces, Thorfinn tagged along before his eyes widened at the sight of you.

Running up to you, the calmness that overtook him due to his victory ceased and he almost panted like a dog as he finally reached you. One arm in a sling while the other hovered above yours - almost wanting to grab hold of it.

"You alright?" He panted out as his eyes looked you up and down - and so did yours.

The young fella was truly worn out. Even though he was lucky his arm had only been broken, bruises are surely soon to follow. You couldn't see any blood, blood that wasn't his at least, but it was clear that him even being able to stand could be considered a miracle.

The idiot gambled with another round with Thorkell the Tall, after all. It is a miracle he was alive.

"I am." You responded in a whisper, looking away with a frown. Without another word, you followed Canute.

I Know No One's There, I'll Stay, I'll Stay...

Thorfinn trotted after you like a confused child.

While staying close to the prince, the young viking talked to you mundanely as if nothing had happened. The tales that Thorkell told him - who was strolling alongside Askeladd with a tune - and how he knew about his father. About his mother and the many battles Thors had fought, and how he suddenly seemed to give it all up.

He told you how he now seemed to become a vassal for the princess, as if you had not witnessed it. Thorkell the Tall now following orders from soft Canute out of all people. The same man who almost made mincemeat out of the both of you.

Now there he was, strolling along with his eyepatch.

"What's the matter with you?" Thorfinn rose a brow.

You glanced to him. Arm tightly in a sling as if hugging himself, though his bored gaze made it clear that he was anything but concerned for his own safety. He had talked and talked ever since you met up again but not once did he ask you about your experience up the hill.

It was irrelevant to him. As long as you weren't beaten or bruised or killed, any kind of incident did not matter to him.

He did not even ask if you needed to fight for your survival. If you had to kill any previous bandmates - they did not matter though you could understand from where he came from with that logic.

They did not matter.

No one is left anyway. Eradicated either by Thorkell's, Askeladd's or Thorfinn's hand. Whether or not you helped out with getting rid of the vermin did not matter in the end.

None of that...was love, was it?

"Nothing." You curtly responded and focused on guiding the horses.

You cannot believe how much of an errand boy he was playing.

The meeting with the king was intimidating enough - you thought your good intentions to Canute would grand you to be on the good side of the king but he was keen on assanitating his own child. Canute seemed well aware and, with Askeladd by his side now, planning to kill his father himself.

It was intimidating. The meek, fair princess now plotting murder. He was so small to you, a frail bird too scared to fly - now he intended to conquer the sky.

You wished you weren't there. But as Canute introduced you as his guardian, you didn't really have a choice in this matter.

If you are female, well, having you there might do more harm then good. King Sweyn questioning his son's sanity on putting his life in the hands of a woman.

Still, what is done is done, and Thorfinn played along nicely. Both you and Askeladd could see that. The young man was training despite his broken arm, made a self-made sling or what you assumed to be support as he stabbed through the air.

The evening was cold but not refreshing to you. Spending the night in the barn next to the inn, where everyone merrily ate and celebrated the prince's safe return, you strolled along the house as if lost in a forest.

The inn was warm but unwelcome, even if Canute was in there. He ordered food to be prepared for you and Thorfinn but you'd rather wait outside than go in (Again, as a woman going in might be a bad idea).

The door opened and you watched Askeladd carefreely taking a piss on the snow. He grinned at you. "Not going to come in, into the warmth? The food is good."

You declined, saying that food would be prepared for you. The older man clicked his tongue as he shook his head. Pride is going to freeze you to death. Just look at all the men he lost.

"Only you and Thorfinn remain, oh, and Björn, too. What are you going to do after all this, eh, kid? I wouldn't call you loyal to me."

Scoffing, you turned away. Perhaps you did have a plan. Wanting to run away to a far-away place, start your own viking band or stay as Canute's guardian. Or maybe, you were as clueless as Askeladd made you out to be. Wandering like a lost child.

"Are you just gonna keep following Thorfinn like a pup? Or maybe he'll keep on clinging to you after he got his revenge."

You turn to him with a glare. Askeladd truly was an enigma of a man...does he hate you just as much as he hated his other bandmates? Why does he keep having you around when Thorfinn is a much better tool? Even now he does what he says in order to get a duel. And why would Canute, the one who spoke of love to you, recruit a cruel man like Askeladd?

You couldnt find any answers that night. Thorfinn kept on stabbing through the air, only the aroma of food making him stop. He gobbled it all up and you kept on pointing out the scraps of food stuck on his lips. Watching him eat, you absent-mindedly called his name.

"...Why do you keep me around, Thorfinn?"

The blonde let out a confused noise. You took a scrap of meat off his cheek before eating it yourself.

"Why would you ask that?" He kept on stuffing his mouth. Truly, why? He was the one who asked you that question many months before, he was the one confused by your behavior and actions. Yet here you are putting his into question?

"I don't want you to die." Though he kept on eating, his eyes stayed downcast and his voice barely above a whisper. Still, that was enough of an answer to him. It had been before. But you did not seemed satisfied by it.

"It's just strange." You mumbled and inhaled sharply to gather your words, "Thorfinn, do you-"

You halt, then hesitated. There was furstration in your eyes that even he could make out.

Was his wish for your survival his gracing of love?

Then why did he not love when surrounded by the sea, by land, animals and food?

Why did you gift love to the one companion to when he aims to murder out of honor?

Sighing, you sat back and leaned against his shoulder. Swallowing the last crumbles, Thorfinn wrapped you in a blanket as best as he could with one arm.

"Take this. It gets freezing cold here at night."

"...Why is my friend such a fool?"

You whispered and Thorfinn let out an offended 'huh'? He flicked your cheek before making himself comfortable. "You're acting so strange."

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welcome to being sad over random hetalia stuff; with me.

anyway according to the Íslendingabók Iceland settlement started in 870 CE and a thousand years later in 1870 Sigurd would be living with Björn and Ari with Harald and i'm having a tiny meltdown imagining Sigurd being so angry over the fact that his kid is turning 1000 and he can't see him, like hmmmm