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hoteldreamss · 1 year ago

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Imagine || Hvitserk

Предупреждение: убийство.

Хвитсерк был твоим мужем уже пару лет, и, хотя ты доверяла ему, ты всё равно помнила о его прошлой славе распутного мужчины. Ваша любовь всё равно была безукоризненной друг к другу, и вы не собирались разрушать это.

Приведя себя в порядок, ты выходишь из спальни. Хвитсерк сидевший за столом и поедая свой завтрак сразу обращает внимание на тебя, в отличии от вашей рабыни, которая продолжает очищать посуду после приготовления еды.

— Как спалось? — Хвитсерк не отрывает от тебя взгляд, когда ты подходишь к нему. — Ты, кажется, ворочалась ночью.

— Но в итоге, я заснула. — Твои губы растягиваются в нежной улыбке, когда ты склоняешься к своему мужу и оставляешь поцелуй на его губах, чувствуя тёплые ладони на своей талии.

— Знаешь, я мог бы помочь тебе, с тем чтобы быстрее заснуть, если бы ты только попросила меня, — он говорит тихо, но ты уверена, что ваша саксонская рабыня всё равно его слышит. Она с трудом понимала ваш язык, и прибыла к вам недавно. На самом деле ты была той, кто купил её, думая, что она будет хороша в работе по хозяйству, но ты заметила, как она вела себя рядом с твоим мужем и с тобой, и тебе это не нравилось.

— Может, в следующий раз, я так и сделаю.

Он снова тянется к тебе за поцелуем.

— Сванхилд приготовила вкусный завтрак. Тебе должно понравиться, — произносит Хвитсерк, но ты замечаешь, что девушка всё ещё не оборачивается на тебя.

Тебе не нравиться это. Она всегда так делала, обращала внимание только на твоего мужа, предлагала есть только ему, иногда даже готовила только на него. И сейчас она не предлагает тебе завтрак, ты уверена, что она ждёт, пока ты прикажешь ей подать тебе еду.

— Я не голодна. Потом поем. — Ты проходишься пальцами по волосам Хвитсерка, но кидаешь взгляд на девушку моложе тебя всего на пару лет. — Я хочу сходить в город. Мне нужно на рынок, купить немного ткани.

— Ладно. У тебя есть чем расплатиться? — интересуется Хвитсерк, возвращая внимание к еде.

— Да. Может, я задержусь, хорошо? Я хотела проведать Фрейдис.

Хвитсерк кивает, возвращаясь к своей еде.

***

Ты знала, что делала твоя рабыня. В отличии от неё, ты обладала умом. Поэтому уже несколько дней думала о том, что не одобрил бы твой муж. Хотя ты заметила безразличие Хвитсерка к девушке, ты просто была раздражена её неуважением к тебе, и сколько бы ты не разговаривала с ней, или не пыталась объясниться, ты заметила, что это было впустую.

Поэтому ты приходишь раньше положенного, заходя в дом без стука, и обнаруживаешь её слишком близко стоящей к твоему мужу, который склонился над ней. Они слишком близко. Его руки на её лице, а её на его талии.

— Т\И! — Хвитсерк отстраняется от рабыни. — Я просто помогал Сванхилд, её глаз, туда что-то попало, — Он выглядя как провинившийся щенок.

— Я отрублю тебе голову, если ты не перестанешь так себя вести, — твой саксонский был хорошим, идеальным, потому что ты затратила много дней на его изучение, ещё когда впервые отправлялась в рейд.

Сванхилд сразу всё понимает, отходит от Хвитсерка, выглядящим удивлённым твоим познанием саксонского языка. Он смотрит на тебя так, будто видит впервые.

— Проваливай от сюда, займись своей работой. — Ты всё также говоришь на саксонском, прогоняя девушку.

Она молча и слегка напуганная убегает.

— Ты не говорила, что знаешь саксонский.

— Ты говорил, что любишь меня.

Хвитсерк виновато опускает взгляд, делая шаги к тебе.

— Она сказала, что ей что-то попало в глаз. Я просто пытался ей помочь.

— Она хочет трахнуть тебя. И если ты позволишь ей это сделать, я убью её у тебя на глазах и кастрируя тебя. — Твой голос на самом деле звучит пугающе, заставляя твоего мужа напрячься.

Но он всегда знал, что ты намного мягче и милее, чем кажешься, поэтому его губы растягиваются в довольной улыбке.

— Но ты не сказала, что разведёшься со мной.

Ты сдержанно выдыхаешь, чувствуя себя всё ещё слегка злой.

— У тебя не будет члена, Хвитсерк. Хотя мне нравится твой язык, язык есть и у многих хорошеньких женщин. — Ты пожимаешь плечами. — Зачем мне муж без члена.

Он хмурится от твоих слов и чувствует себя поникшим. Ты лишь проходишь мимо него, направляясь в вашу спальню.

***

Хотя твой муж не одобрял то, как правит Ивар, он всё ещё был его братом. Поэтому Хвитсерк собирался сегодня к нему. Ты же всё ещё валялась под мехами на вашей мягкой кровати. Одна нога была высунута, пока ты прижалась животом к матрасу, твои волосы были беспорядочно разбросаны по подушке, и это зрелище было по-настоящему прекрасно по мнению твоего мужа. Он с трудом отбросил мысль о том, чтобы не залезть снова под одеяла и не доказать свою привязанность к тебе.

— Я вернусь к обеду. — Хвитсерк наклоняется к тебе, оставляя один поцелуй у тебя на щеке.

— Я приготовлю что-нибудь. Не объедайся там.

— Люблю тебя.

— И я тебя.

Конечно, Хвитсерк никогда не сомневался в твоей любви к нему. Он знал, что ты дорожила им и чувствовала к нему, половина слов, которые ты бросала, чтобы напугать его, были не серьёзными. Он никогда не навредил бы тебе, Хвитсерк ценил тебя, потому что на самом деле он потратил много времени и сил, чтобы заполучить тебя в жёны. Ты была лучшем, в его жизни.

***

Конечно, ты никогда не сомневалась в привязанности своего мужа. Но ещё ты также не сомневалась, что он знает, какая ты. Тебе так легко удалось найти общий язык с его младшим братом не потому, что ты влюбилась в Хвитсерка, а потому что у вас было немало общего. То, что пугало всех, но не вас двоих. Эта кровожадность, это властолюбие и собственничество. Если бы Ивар увидел, как какой-то раб неуважительно себя ведёт по отношению к нему и пристаёт к его жене, он бы убил беднягу на месте. Поэтому твоему мужу следует сказать тебе спасибо, за то, что ты хотя бы вывела девушку в лес.

Конечно, это было ради сбора грибов и ягод. Ты отрезаешь очередной гриб, когда одновременно следишь за Сванхилд, которая собирала ягоды. Она наклонена слишком низко, чтобы заметить, как ты размеренно подходишь сзади.

***

Хвитсерк на самом деле не думал, что ты можешь убить вне рейда. Вернувшись домой, он оставляет несколько поцелуев на твоей щеке и шее. Его руки обвиваются вокруг твоей талии, заключая тебя в объятия.

— Как всё прошло? — интересуешься ты.

— Как обычно, — ворчит ��витсерк.

— Почти всё готово, садись. — Ты оставляешь несколько поцелуев на его губах, чувствуя себя намного довольнее чем раньше.

***

Ты знаешь, что тебе следует быть более аккуратно, когда ты скажешь о том, что сделала сегодня днём. Поэтому ты просто надеялась, что он поймёт тебя правильно.

Тёплая вода ласкала твоё кожу, пока ты сидела напротив своего мужа. Хвитсерк привык, что обычно вы лежите вместе, прижавшись друг к другу. Но сейчас, ты захотела сесть напротив него. Он внимательно и с вожделением следит за тобой, поглаживая твои колени и бёдра. Ему хочется быть ближе с тобой, почувствовать твоё тепло, нежность, твою кожу и привязанность.

— Ты сегодня слишком тихая. — Хвитсерк оставляет поцелуй на твоей коленке. — Всё в порядке?

— Да. Всё хорошо.

Ты меняешься своё положение, пододвигаясь ближе к своему мужу и дотрагиваясь до его талии, обнимая его.

— Я сделала кое-что, что может напугать тебя, я предполагаю.

— И что же? — интересуется он.

— Я убила Сванхилд.

Ты видишь удивление в глазах Хвитсерка, который теряет дар речи на несколько мгновений. Он слегка поникает, пока ты наблюдаешь за ним.

— Иди сюда, — произносит он, приглашая тебя в свои объятия.

Ты прижимаешься к нему, занимая место уже ближе к нему, теперь прижимаясь спиной к его груди. Хвитсерк утыкается носом в изгиб твоей шее, он обнимает тебя одной рукой, вторую держит на твоей ладони. Ваши пальцы переплетаются.

Хвитсерк знал, какая ты. Он видел это ещё до того, как пытался завоевать твоё расположение и доверие. Ему на самом деле не на что жаловаться, потому что его любовь к тебе была безусловной.

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oddsnendsfanfics · 1 month ago

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Holding On for Dear Life Pt10

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Hvitserk/OFC Warnings: Medical, Illness, Sexual Content Rating: M Length: Multi Chapter Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: It's long, but we learn a bit more about the dysfunctional Lothbroks. And a bonus of sweet, anxious Hvitty.

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header

Catch Up Here

“Fancy meeting you here,” Gyda wrapped her arms around Emmer's neck, careful not to crush the giant bouquet she was carrying. “I haven't seen you since yesterday.”

“Far too long.” Emmer teased, walking arm in arm to the front door of Ragnar and Aslaug's house. “The game went well?”

“Oh fuck no, they lost terribly, but Leif made sure to let them all know they were still winners in his eyes.” She beamed when she spoke of her new love. “He's so good with those kids.”

“They really seemed to love him.” Emmer smiled, not bothering to knock Gyda opened the front door and the two women sauntered in. “It was fun watching him and Hvits have their little bonding moments.”

“if we're not careful,” Gyda glanced over her shoulder at her brother and boyfriend, slowly following along no doubt still talking about football and the previous day, “they're going to fucking elope.”

'Who is eloping?” Ragnar shouted walking towards the front door, grabbing his daughter and hugging her. “Better not be you.” Pointing at Emmer he smirked. “Or you.”

“Hey dad.” Gyda kissed his cheek. “We were teasing about Hvits and Leif.”

“Right, right.” He nodded glancing around Gyda to see Hvitserk and Leif, lagging behind, arms laden with gift bags and balloons. “Fuck, what'd you do buy out the damn shops?”

“Sig wanted us to pick up a few things, so we picked them up.” Emmer shrugged.

Stepping inside, Hvitserk dropped the bags in his hands, careful not to get clocked by the abundance of balloons that Leif was holding. “Thanks for the help.” He stuck his tongue out at Gyda.

“You're welcome. We opened the door for you.” Gyda chimed, giving Leif a kiss on the cheek as she lightened the balloon load, handing a few of the giant silver decorations to her father. “Thank you, dad.”

“I'm not a pack mule.” Ragnar whined, shaking his head. His own damn kids couldn't even finish their own tasks, what had he raised them to be? “Hey Hvitty. Where the fuck did your hair go?”

“Hi.” Hvitserk's reply was curt, his eyes briefly passing over his father. “Mom home?”

“No, she's out with Helga.” Ragnar sniffed, lowering the balloons to his side. “She'll be out until we have most of the guests here.”

“Okay, well I'm going to find Sigurd.” Stepping forward with his arm load of bags gathered once more, Hvitserk didn't bother to make small talk with Ragnar.

Today was not the day to start a fight. Today was about Aslaug, celebrating her. Sigurd had felt after everything that had been going on, his mother could use a pick me up. Even if it meant his father hanging around the house, pretending to be the world's best husband. Whatever. Hvitserk disappeared out of sight, Gyda instructing Leif to follow him, after a brief introduction with Ragnar.

Shutting the door, Emmer remained silent, the tension between father and son lingered. Clearing her throat, Gyda did her best to feign a genuine smile. “So, dad.”

“He's still mad?” Ignoring Gyda; Ragnar's words were directed to Emmer.

“He's coming around, but he isn't entirely over it.”

Bobbing his head in a nod, Ragnar shrugged, turning with his balloons. “I deserve that. Anyway, ladies, come on in. Make yourself at home. Drinks in the kitchen, food will be soon, people were asked to come for three.”

“Any specific place that I should put these?” Emmer held out the bouquet, she had gifted Aslaug the same one the year before, along with on a few other occasions. Emmer had no idea what any of the pink or purple flowers were, but Aslaug went crazy for them.

“I'll set those up. Go check on Hvits.” Carefully taking the over sized bouquet of flowers from Emmer, Gyda offered a knowing smile. Hvitserk and her father would come around, eventually. Maybe. At least Hvitserk had shown up, Gyda knew that her step-mother would be crushed if one of her boys had missed today.

Whispering her gratitude, Emmer slipped off in the direction that Hvitserk and Leif had last been spotted. The house was far too big, in Emmer's opinion. Although when you had that many children, a bigger house wasn't always a bad thing. Hvitserk had told her that the house they grew up in was four bedroom. Meaning the brothers shared rooms, Gyda, along with his parents getting their own. A smaller house filled with Lothbroks would be way too much.

Checking the living room, out of instinct, Emmer found Sigurd and Leif. Leif was on a ladder while Sigurd handed up streamers and pins. The furniture was rearranged to make room for more people, it looked comfortable enough. The walls lined with photos of the boys and Gyda, from childhood through to their last family photo, taken right before Aslaug's birthday last year. In the corner next to Hvitserk's high school photo was a photo of him and Emmer, the morning he had received his bachelor's degree. There had been so many photos taken that morning, yet this was the one his parents had chosen to display.

“Where's Hvitserk?” Emmer glanced up at Leif, then giving Sigurd a slight nod.

“He was mad at dad, so I sent him to the kitchen to cool off.” Sigurd informed, untangling the golden streamers. “I needed him to put together a few plates. Figured it would keep him occupied and dad is in the office.”

Emmer shoved her hands in her back pockets, pretending to take notice of the new rug. “I don't think we will stay long. If that's okay?”

“That's fine, leave whenever you need to. I wouldn't have asked you to come this early, but I needed the things picked up and I needed help.” Sigurd's admission was sincere. He knew, like everyone in the family, Hvitserk was not on good terms with Ragnar and wouldn't be for a while yet. Whatever his brother needed to do, Sigurd was going to support that.

Stepping forward, Emmer placed a soft kiss on his scruffy cheek. “Thanks, Sig.”

“If you need me to run interference,” Leif grunted trying to hold a streamer in place and pin it, “let me know. I can help. Maybe we can take the kids outside to kick a ball or something. If Hvitserk needs a break.”

“Excellent idea. All of Bjorn's kids are coming and a few more.” Sigurd nodded his approval. “And tell Hvits I need that cream finished ASAP!”

Emmer was happy to have the help. Hvitserk had incredible control over his emotions, usually, but as of late they had been known to boil over. Today was about Aslaug and Hvitserk had promised to do his best, to keep things calm and relaxed.

While getting ready this morning, he had a touch of nerves, nothing that weren't quickly cleared with some reassurance from Emmer.

“I will stay to see mom cut her cake, then I want to go.” Hvitserk whispered, his hand sliding into Emmer's back pocket, his fingers massaging her right cheek through the black trousers. She had been in the bathroom putting on a bit of makeup and doing her hair.

“Okay, I am happy to do whatever you want. I'm here to support you, remember.” She set the mascara down, turning to kiss Hvitserk's pursed lips. “You're in control on this one.”

Her words echoed in her mind.

Emmer watched as Leif got the pin in the streamer, before going to check on Hvitserk. Outside a car pulled into the yard, she could hear the tires on the drive and see the reflection of the sun in the windows, as it hit the vehicle. Whoever it was, there was enough people that Emmer didn't have to worry about the arrival.

“Sigurd wanted to know how that whipped cream for the fruit is coming along.” Emmer strolled into the kitchen. Hvitserk was positioned at the large island in the middle of the kitchen, a set of mixers positioned over a chilled metal bowl, the thick chocolate cream stood proudly in the bowl. Hvitserk turned, a bit of cream on his fingers from where he'd tested the consistency.

“It's almost finished. Just need it to set. Want to taste?”

Innocently, Emmer glanced around, grabbing Hvitserk's hand she raised his cream covered fingers to her mouth. Tentatively she opened her mouth, wrapping it around his cream covered fingers. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, carefully licking the cream from each one. Her eyes locked on his, Hvitserk tried to hide the moan that threatened in the back of his throat. Emmer giggled, before sucking on each finger, her mouth warm and pleasant. If anything was going to take his mind off of being in the same space as Ragnar, well. Emmer had to try.

“Emmer.” Hvitserk hissed, her teeth held his fingers captive for a few second before allowing his hand to drop from her mouth. Where had that come from?

Wiping the corners of her mouth, she giggled again, eyes darting downward. She cleared her throat and motioned for Hvitserk to look. Standing with his hand to the side, fingers wet, he didn't have to look to know that her little performance had left him hard.

“I meant like with a spoon.” He choked. Grimacing, Hvitserk squeezed his eyes shut, unsexy thoughts. Unsexy thoughts! “Ugh. No. You are a bad bad girl.” He half whispered half cried. Fuck what was she doing to him?

“I had to try something to keep your mind busy.” Emmer shrugged, letting go of the front of his jeans.

Just like that she was gone. What the fuck? Hvitserk stood, hard, wanting, and confused.

Outside of the kitchen, Hvitserk could hear Emmer greeting Ivar. Aud must have been earlier than expected. Hvitserk listened as Emmer convinced Ivar to go with her to the dining room, to help Gyda. Giving Hvitserk time to calm down and get things back under control. His fingers sticky, he lifted them to his mouth, licking off the tiny bit of chocolate that Emmer had missed.

Confident enough that he was okay to be seen by the others, Hvitserk grabbed the bowl of whipped cream, ready to put it wherever Sigurd demanded. Carrying it around the corner to where Sigurd was working on displaying food, Hvitserk swore he'd saw a ghost.

Of all days, why was this happening?

“Margrethe?” Hvitserk stopped mid step, his brother's ex-wife standing there like she had never left.

“Hvitserk, hey. It's been a while.” She smiled, awkwardly tipping her glass to her lips. “Ubbe said you are moving in with Emmer?”

Since when had they started talking? This was fucked up. Hvitserk had no issues with Margrethe, she had always been pleasant towards him. Yeah, so she'd cheated with Ubbe's best friend and divorced him, not that Ubbe could say shit. He'd slept with Bjorn's wife, to get over Margrethe divorcing him.

“Uh, yeah.” Nodding, Hvitserk rocked back and forth on his heels. “So, Sigurd invite you?”

Margrethe shook her head, her cropped blonde hair bouncing around her face. “Ubbe did.” Her expression changing instantly. “He didn't tell you?”

A few feet away, Bjorn stood beside Sigurd. The pair had been on their way to grab drinks, when they stumbled across Hvitserk and Margrethe. “You owe me twenty.” Bjorn leaned over to Sigurd, holding out his hand.

“Shh, we don't know anything yet.” slapping Bjorn's hand away, Sigurd stood against the wall waiting.

Behind them, Ivar thumped across the floor, his crutches heavy with each step. Emmer walking beside him, carrying a glass of wine for Aud. She'd been here fifteen minutes and already Ivar's girlfriend was about to get the full on Lothbrok Family experience.

“So, are we playing happy family today? Where's Magnus? Hmm?” Ivar rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disgusted disbelief. Being ignored for his comments was the only way to combat Ivar, when he was in a snarky state.

Leaning into Ivar, a deep sigh rumbling from her chest, Emmer slightly shook her head. “Is this how you want Aud to see you?”

Ivar's smirk was incredulous. Lowering his voice, he leaned further into Emmer. “Want to talk about what you were doing in the kitchen?” Emmer's cheeks flushed and she felt warm. Ivar chuckled, low. “Maybe I'm not the only one who has a magic tongue?”

“You're a dick.” Emmer whispered, playfully pushing his shoulder, Ivar gasped nearly toppling over. Oh she was good!

Leave it to Ubbe to forget a detail such as he was getting back together – on a trial basis – with his ex-wife. Could he not have mentioned that to Hvitserk? They'd been living in the same apartment for nearly a week. Whatever, wishing Margrethe well, Hvitserk bee lined for Sigurd holding up the wall, fishing money out of his pocket and placing it in Bjorn's hand.

“Here.” Hvitserk shoved the bowl at his younger brother.

“So, they're back together?” Sigurd pried taking the chocolate whipped cream.

“Apparently, all I know is what you two heard.” Hvitserk confirmed with a nod.

“I may need to find Ubbe and have a chat.” Bjorn shoved the money in his pocket, earning a look of concern from Hvitserk and Sigurd. “I just want to know what's going on. No punches.”

“I'm going to put this out and find that stash of weed dad hid in the garage.” Sigurd parted ways from his brothers. Truth be told, Ubbe was probably already out there smoking it. If Sigurd was making it through today, he had to get on that before Ubbe and Floki smoked it all.

Hvitserk's day had gone from weird to weirder. Why did he bother to come here? Every time he showed up at his parent's house something fucked up happened. Good grief, he shook the thoughts from his head, no he didn't want to know what was going to happen next.

His watch told him that it was nearly three. Aslaug would be here soon, which meant once she was home, Hvitserk could count down until he got to leave. In the moment his only concern was finding Emmer. The amount of people had tripled since they had arrived. He found her talking to Gyda and the woman he'd seen in Ivar's photos.

“Aud, this is Hvitserk.” Gyda introduced them.

“Aud, it's nice to meet you. Ivar has told me...” Hvitserk shook her hand. Nothing. Ivar had told him nothing. “So much.”

“It's okay,” Aud smiled much too sweetly to be with Ivar. “I know that he's been quiet about me. I know he's shy about some things.”

“Shy?” Hvitserk snorted, Emmer elbowed him in the side.

“Well, he is shy when it comes to relationships.” Gyda added.

“He's told me. I swear I'm not pity dating him or anything.”

“No, no we know.” Emmer offered with a bright smile. “Ivar and I have talked a lot about you, all good I promise. He's really happy and I'm glad.”

“If you tell him any of this, he will deny it and tell you that we're liars.” Gyda smiled comically at Aud.

“Good to know. I mean, I really do like him. He's...Ivar?” laughing, Aud shrugged dramatically.

“That he is.” Hvitserk nodded, gently placing his hand on Emmer's waist. “Can I steal her?”

Whisking Emmer away from Gyda and their new friend, Aud, Hvitserk sighed heavily steering Emmer towards Ragnar's office. Ragnar had been spotted in the living room, meaning the office was clear. He needed five minutes away from people. Five. Shutting the door behind him, he groaned and ran his hands over his face.

“As soon as mom gets here.”

“We can leave, as soon as you say Happy Birthday.” Emmer rubbed his back. Hvitserk was the life of the party, when the party wasn't his family.

“Thank you.” His hands in a prayer motion, he shook them back and forth. Thankful for Emmer and her understanding. “So, Ubbe is back with Margrethe.”

“I have no words, but whatever. I guess if you love someone?”

“Love is weird. I am glad that we are a different kind of weird.” Hvitserk kissed her cheek. “Our own little brand of Hvitserk and Emmer weird.”

“Are you high?”

Hvitserk laughed, shaking his head. “Nope, but I think Sigurd and Ubbe know where dad's stash is. We could get high.”

“I am not getting high at your mother's birthday party.” Emmer snorted. The last time she had let Hvitserk and Gyda convince her to get high, she'd sat on Ragnar and Aslaug's lawn for two hours trying to explain how penguins were superior to ravens – hence why Ivar needed to change the raven tattoo across his chest to a pair of penguins. Ivar had laid on the grass beside her, laughing hysterically, because he was too stoned to sit up.

“Remember when we got high at Bjorn's birthday?” Hvitserk snickered.

“Rollo thought he could show us how to throw an ax.” Emmer wanted to forget some things. The sight of her boss standing in the yard, shirtless, an ax in his hand explaining the science behind ax throwing while Harald tried to keep him from accidentally throwing the ax at anything other than the target. “Gisla was going to cut his balls off with that ax.”

“Maybe we shouldn't do that today.” Hvitserk tapped the tip of her nose. “But we should get back out, I saw Helga's car.” He motioned to the screen on Ragnar's desk, showing camera footage from the front drive.

Hvitserk was always happy to play the smiling son, when needed, even when he would rather be anywhere but in his parents' house. Sigurd welcomed everybody, turning the floor over to his – surprised – mother. Aslaug had known about the party, long before walking in to find family and friends in her home. She wasn't stupid.

Emmer stood in the corner, watching as Hvitserk engaged in conversation about god knows what with Harald and Floki. Floki giggled and Hvitserk shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. Glancing up, his eyes caught Emmer's. Smiling and giving him a nod, she raised her glass. As soon as he gave her the signal, she was happy to leave this behind.

“So, when was Hvitserk going to tell me the news?” Aslaug appeared at her side, an amused grin on her lips. “You and Hvitserk. I'm glad that he's found what he needs. Even if you only got back together, to fuck with Ivar.”

“Originally that was the plan, but I think we've known it would happen sooner or later. It's sort of been a five year relationship.” Emmer tipped her wine glass to take a drink. “I mean hey, if you love somebody?”

“Some days I question love.” Aslaug's voice was hushed. Watching the party around them. “I love my sons, I love Bjorn and Gyda. I love Ragnar, most days. Maybe we aren't supposed to understand it?”

“I try not to analyze it too much. Floki says it makes you crazy.” Emmer offered with a smile.

Aslaug snorted. “Floki would know crazy.” Emmer giggled. “By the way thank you for the flowers. You are the only one who gifts me flowers anymore.” Going in for a hug, Aslaug held the younger woman tightly.

“You are more than welcome. I know how you like to have flowers around.”

Making a mental note, Emmer would tell Hvitserk to start buying his mother flowers more often. Maybe she'd casually hint at it to the others as well. Flowers were a simple, inexpensive, and thoughtful gift.

“Leif, do we like him?” Breaking Emmer's thoughts, Aslaug's gaze followed Gyda and Leif as they walked towards Lagertha on the other side of the room. Aslaug had hardly a chance to meet him.

“We love him! I mean, we all love him. Even Ivar. Leif and Hvits are besties now.” Emmer chuckled. “He's much better than Kalf.”

“Ragnar liked Kalf, because Kalf came with his father's money.” Aslaug wrinkled her nose. “But he never let Gyda be Gyda. She isn't a trophy. No woman is.”

“Agreed.”

“Never let a man treat you like a conquest.” Aslaug advised, draining her glass of rose. “I wish somebody had told me that.”

“Hvitserk would never do that.”

“Out of all my sons, he is certainly the sweetest. He adores you. Never has he asked his father or I for anything. He gets what he wants on his own. He needs to let people take care of him, which is why I am so glad he lets you do that for him.”

“He takes care of me as much as I do him.”

“I know, but you need to let people take care of you, too.” Aslaug nudged Emmer with her elbow. “Women need to be strong, but it is okay to be taken care of when you need it.”

“I know.”

“You always say that, but I still need to remind you.” Smiling, Aslaug wrapped her arm around Emmer, kissing her cheek. “Now go on, get Hvitserk and tell him that it's okay if he leaves. I know he only came because he's a good son.”

“Happy birthday.” Emmer returned the kiss on the cheek. “And thank you.”

“Enough, go on.” With a wave of her hand, Aslaug dismissed Emmer, turning away from the younger woman to speak to another friend that she had seen go by.

Walking into what was soon to be Ubbe's apartment, Hvitserk shut the door and tossed his coat aside. Flicking on the light, he let himself fall onto the couch grabbing Emmer's hand as she passed by, pulling her into his lap. Somehow today had been a success, a little weird that this was how Ubbe decided to tell his family that he was back with his ex-wife, but overall a success. Hvitserk sat with Emmer on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

This was how he wanted to end every day, Emmer beside him, the two of them in the stillness. His hands running up her back, cupping the back of her neck he brought her closer. His lips on hers, Emmer sighed. Hvitserk's hand traveled between her thighs, massaging through the fabric of her pants.

“Hvits,” Emmer pushed his head to the side, “I can't. I am exhausted. I'm sorry.”

“Hey,” Hvitserk took his hand back, shaking his head. “you don't need to apologise for not wanting to have sex.”

“I'm so sorry,” she frowned, “I don't know what happened, I just...”

“You're probably tired, because you haven't stopped all week.” Hvitserk kissed her shoulder. “Why don't you get ready for bed, I'll grab some electrolytes and leave them on the night stand.”

Nodding in agreement, Emmer sighed, wiping her eyes she blinked back a few tears. Somewhere around half way home, she could feel her energy levels plummeting. Hvitserk was right, she'd had an extra busy week.

Standing up, Emmer disappeared down the hall. It was fairly early, although that didn't matter. She'd probably lie in bed scrolling on her phone, while Hvitserk read his book. Pushing the bathroom door closed, she took a look in the mirror. Her make up beginning to splotch and her hair losing the soft curls she'd given it this morning. She could hear Hvitserk's footsteps heading for the bedroom, he would strip down and be in bed by the time she got ready. He would have the bed warm because he knew Emmer was always cold when she first got in bed.

Hvitserk left his water bottle on Emmer's side of the bed, as promised. Already he'd sent his boss a message, telling him that tomorrow they would be down a cook. He turned off the alarm on his phone, tomorrow they had no agenda. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he couldn't help himself any longer, he needed to go and Emmer was surely in the shower, as long as she had been taking.

He'd sneak in, do what he had to do, and back out before she knew it. Scratching his chest, he stopped outside the bathroom door, hand on the handle when Emmer gasped.

“Hvitserk, stop.” She called from the bathroom.

“Em?” “Hvits, stay out.” Emmer whined, panic in her tone.

“What's wrong?”

“No, no fuck.” Emmer's voice could be heard outside the door, muttering to herself.

“Emmer?”

“Hvitserk, please just...” She took a deep breath. “I'm fine.”

Shuffling around the bathroom, Emmer grumbled to herself, while Hvitserk stood outside with his head resting against the door. Whatever was going on in there had clearly stressed her out. He wanted to help, yet didn't want to invade her boundaries.

The shower started, Hvitserk perked up. Leaving his post by the door, he went to the living room where he'd put her purse earlier. In her bag would be extra supplies, since she hadn't came with an overnight bag, he knew she would have what she needed in the purse. Knocking on the door, he pushed it open, inside Emmer was behind the frosted glass as steam rolled up around the ceiling.

“Hvitserk?”

“I grabbed your extra supplies, in case you needed it. I knew that you'd have it in your purse.”

“It's not a leak.”

“Oh?”

“No, I was using the bathroom and I had an air bubble. It bubbled up and went all over me and the floor. I cleaned the floor and I'll scrub it when I am done here.” She explained. Hvitserk looked at the tiles around the toilet, everything looked clean to him.

“Emmy,” his voice was soft. “You could have told me.”

“It's actually really embarrassing, I should have let the air out first.”

“You finish in there, I can grab the mop.” Hvitserk instructed, leaving her spare ostomy supplies on the vanity. Grabbing her clothes from the floor, he'd toss them in the washer for her. A few moments later, he returned with the mop and a small bucket of hot water and soap. Scrubbing the floor, he sat the mop and bucket in the corner. Now Emmer wouldn't get her feet dirty when she stepped out.

“Hvits,” Emmer turned the water off, poking her head around the shower barrier. “Can you get me a towel?”

“I will be right back.”

In her haste to get clean, she hadn't noticed the lack of towels on the shelf. Naked, in the shower, she glanced at the mop and bucket in the corner, the mirror across from the shower catching her reflection. Never in seven years had she felt inadequate about her body, it was what carried her through life, even if it had tried to kill her a few times. Covered in scars, the beige bag hanging from her right side, mid abdomen she sighed.

“Towel and a clean shirt.” Hvitserk returned with a bath towel and one of his tshirts. “Em?” He frowned at the sight before him. Standing in the shower, Emmer's bottom lip trembled. Her hair damp, tears on her cheeks as she stood there naked. “Emmy?”

“It was such a stupid mistake.” Emmer's voice trembled. “I know to let the air out, because...”

“Emmer.” Hvitserk's tone was gentle, wrapping the towel around her, he helped her out of the shower. Arm around her shoulder, he guided her back to his bedroom.

“I don't hate my body. I really don't.” She sobbed, allowing Hvitserk to sit her down on his bed. Towel still around her, she stared at her feet. “Eir isn't all that bad.”

“I know.” Hvitserk knelt before her, his hands on her knees. “You are stronger than anybody I know, you don't let any of this hold you back. You deal with this every day and never complain, Ems, you're allowed to be upset and cry.”

Emmer shook her head. “No, because if I cry over it, then I'm letting an illness dictate my feelings.”

“Emmy, crying is healthy. You are allowed to be emotional.”

Pulling the towel tighter around her, Emmer's body shook with sobs. She had to be one of the strongest people Hvitserk knew, seeing her break down was tearing his heart in two. Sitting on the bed beside her, he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. Allowing her to cry it all out. Emmer had never taken the time to feel sorry for herself, why should she?

Everything in life happened for a reason.

Her car accident.

Ulcerative Colitis.

Even the stitches she'd had in her chin as a child.

Emmer knew that she was lucky to be alive. She was fortunate enough to be strong and healthy. In her mind, she was given the second chances because life still had more for her. Yet here she was. In Hvitserk's embrace, crying her heart out, while he sat whispering in her ear. Words of encouragement and love. She didn't need him to tell her she was gorgeous or that she drove him crazy, not right now. What she needed right now was support. To know it was okay to let go.

Growing up, many nights, Hvitserk had sat in the bedroom he shared with Ivar, reassuring his little brother that he was smart and strong. Despite what Ivar thought, he was more than his disability. If he allowed people to see that side, then he was going to be unstoppable.

As a boy, Hvitserk had never dreamed that one day he'd be sitting in bed, holding the woman he loved, telling her the same words in the same hushed tone that he'd use to soothe Ivar.

It was easy to forget that Emmer had an illness, even for her sometimes. Hvitserk had never seen her disappointed by her fate, in seven years, she had never once made one comment that made him think she was unhappy with the bag at her side.

“We had such a good day.” Emmer whispered, “and I ruined it.”

“You have ruined nothing.” Hvitserk stroked her hair, rocking her back and forth in his arms. “Mom loved her party, we laughed and had fun, you did not ruin anything. You could never ruin anything.”

“Why do you love me?”

The question had been like a ton of bricks to Hvitserk's chest.

“I love you because you're you. Someone, somewhere decided that the day I met you, was the day I found my other half. Emmer, when we're not together it feels like there is a hole that I can't fix. I love you, because you are everything good in my life. You bring me so much joy and happiness.” Hvitserk kissed her temple.

Emmer sobbed, her chest heaving and more tears stained her cheeks. Wiping her tears, Hvitserk's heart ached.

“When I think about my life, all I know is that you're in it. You're my sunstone. You guide me, when I am lost. Which,” Hvitserk sighed, “is a lot.”

“I love you,” Emmer's voice was barely above a whisper. “I can't explain it like you can, but I love you and I don't deserve you.”

“I often think I don't deserve you.” Hvitserk pressed his lips to her temple once more. “You deserve everything good. Everything.”

“Hvits,” whispering, her fingers traced the outline of the black tattoo spanning from his left ribs, onto his chest, across his shoulder, and to his elbow, “can we just stay in bed all day tomorrow?”

Hvitserk's lips turned into a small smile. “I'm already ahead of you, Emmy.”

Snuggling into his body, Emmer sniffled once more. Wiping tears away from her cheeks. Feeling slightly better about her situation, she took heed of Aslaug's advice. It was okay to let Hvitserk take care of her.

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