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[arkham-prisoner]

Kratos as The God of War

Kratos as The God of Hope

[beverlycrushr]

HARALD & LEIF 1.01 · the greenlanders

[imnotadogiswear]

One thing I like about post-Desmond Assassin's Creed is that the games are a canon thing. Do both sides have to monitor the fandom in case secrets are compromised? Does Abstergo have to fire employees for writing Assassin smut on the job?

[sinfulseashell]

If its ok, may i pleas ask a question for Yan! Izana, Yan! Kakucho and Yan! Rin? How would they react to a very physically afectionate darling? One that kiss their scars and with out them even noticing always ends up in their laps happily hugging them.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient, and I’m so sorry for the long wait. 🥺

Y!Izana: “How cute.” He chuckled. Of course he wasn’t serious about his little answer considering he would find it quite annoying that their darling would be clingy. At least that’s how he would see it, “I don’t really know how to deal with “physical affection” maybe if they would try worshipping me then that would be better.” He hummed in thought. “Can’t you imagine them begging…” he smirked wickedly. “Anyways, I honestly don’t see why people want me to be so loving in the first place.” He scoffed. “Come on, Me? Loving? That’s funny.” Another smile played across his lips as he snickered to himself.

Y!Kakucho: At first the male wasn’t paying any mind to the host letting them ask their questions but when he realized that it was his time to answer, he sat up and cleared his throat. “I mean…they wouldn’t have to do such a thing…” he whispered.

Host: “-but what if your darling wanted to? That’s the question.”

Y!Kakucho: Bringing his hand to touch his scar a small smile spread over his lips. He was always taught that the mark was hideous even Izana complimented a few times, but to think his darling would go as far as to kiss them and give him affection he deeply craved…multicolored eyes looked towards the host. “I will make sure to forever cherish them…I’ll make sure they will never cry, or get hurt. I’ll do everything in my power to make the happy and be proud that they have someone like me to be by their side.” He smiled.

Y!Izana: “Still a loyal servant until the end.” He tsked.

Y!Rin: It was finally his turn to answer and of course he wasn’t going to be honest since he had a reputation of being an asshole to uphold, but thinking of his darling doing those things to him. Well that’s caused his heart to flutter and cheeks to flush, “What? I’m not going to give some heartfelt speech…this is stupid.” He hissed now crossing his arms over his chest and looking away flustered. Yet…while his heart slammed against his chest, all his mind could picture was how sweet his darling would look giving small kisses to his scars and his delicate he would hold him on his embrace.

[phenomenal1500]

~In The Gods' Favor~

Masterlist

A/N: This is a combined request asked by three anons on Tumblr. I felt like these requests could fit together perfectly and I hope you all like it!

Summary: Reader is stuck in an arranged marriage with Harald and sees his scars by the Pechenegs for the first time.

Timeline: Season 2, after the Pechenegs.

Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x Fem!Reader Warning: Smut, breeding kink, arranged marriage.

Sitting in the gorgeously decorated great hall in Kattegat, Y/N was watching the Norsemen feasting and celebrating because of her marriage with the new king of Norway. However, everything didn't sit right with her.

How could other people be happy at such a time but her?

She knew who she married. King Harald had made sure to meet and spend time with her before their marriage so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed marrying a stranger, but happiness? That she couldn't express at this hour.

Perhaps it was because she was closed off to new opportunities or perhaps because she had built a wall so she didn't have to let him in, but she simply couldn't be excited even though she had to admit the norseman was besides attractive also very lovely and caring.

"You're doing alright, sæta?" King Harald slowly dropped himself beside her on the small bench that she had been sitting on all evening now.

"I think I'm doing fairly well." She nodded and looked back at the exciting and hopeful crowd again.

"We're giving them hope." He whispered, laying his large hand on her lower back. "We must think about that."

"I've never been much of a leader." She admitted, for the first time not backing away or pushing his hand away either. Sooner or later things had to get more heated between the two so a simple loving touch didn't bother her so much anymore. "These people.. they aren't my people."

"After today they are, love." He slowly rubbed her back and tried to make her look at him. "They're as much my people as they are yours."

"Out of everyone, why me?" She finally pulled her eyes off the crowd and back to her husband.

"You seemed sweet and very quick-witted." He smiled. "And from the moment they introduced you, I knew you would stand by me proudly."

"I'm not standing anywhere yet." She may have already been royal before they married, but since she was the youngest of her sisters, she had never been taught how to be a proper queen. She didn't trust herself to lead a country yet.

"You will soon." He gently lifted her hand to his lips and gave the back of it a soft kiss. "Trust me when I say you were born for this."

"I trust you." She slowly nodded and had a slight blush on her cheeks.

"That's all that matters." He gently lifted her chin with his index finger before he closed the gap between them, catching her lips with his as he pulled her in for a slow passionate kiss.

"King Harald." She panted softly after she pulled away, cheeks even redder.

"Not the right moment?" He stroked her hair, letting her decide for herself if she wanted to continue the kiss. He wasn't going to force her into anything. That wasn't like him. If the kiss wasn't what she wanted, Harald would apologize right away.

"No, it's not that." She cleared her throat nervously, but instantly relaxed in his touch. "However, perhaps we should go somewhere more private?"

"Is that really what you wish for, Y/N?" He whispered, cupping her face with his hands.

"I think so." She was a bit uncertain, but she preferred some alone time with the man anyway. The crowd only made her feel more pressured to show forced love to him, and if the traditions were true, after the wedding celebrations six people would accompany them to their bridal bed and she would rather experience things alone with him before that.

"Come on then, sæta." He got up and held out his hand which she took without any hesitation.

She wanted to be out of there badly and especially if it meant exploring her feelings with him before anyone would witness it.

She couldn't imagine how forced and hurried that would be like.

The king brought her to their now shared bedroom, helping her inside before he closed and locked the door so no one could get in and harm them. "You're certain about this my queen?" He questioned again, just to reassure himself that she wanted this too and he wasn't forcing her into anything. He had been raised to respect and care for his women, no matter if it was an arranged marriage and they had to by tradition.

For him and a lot of other Norsemen, unlike the men from England, it was important both sides wanted this.

"Yes, I'm sure of my decision, Harald." She smiled a little, feeling soothed by the way he made sure she was okay with such a thing at all times.

"Come over here, gorgeous~." He returned the sweet smile and watched the woman obey him, carefully closing the gap between them herself now.

Right when she took the last step towards him, she could feel his warm lips on hers again. Tongue playfully exploring her mouth, he sneaked his arms around her thighs and picked her up that way, holding her close to him.

She had to admit it made her feel feelings she never thought she was capable of feeling and here she was, experiencing them with a man she actually started to desire.

"My king~?" She blushed and cupped his face, staring deeply into his darkened eyes filled with lust.

"You're allowed to only say my name, Ketta. You are my wife, not an unknown person to me." He spoke against her lips softly and she nodded.

"Harald~?" She licked her lips slowly to taste more of him when he carefully laid her down on her back.

"What is it?" He made sure to caress every inch of her body, starting with kissing her shoulders as he unlaced the laces of her dress located between her breasts. It instantly made her feel flustered, but didn't stop him and he didn't stop either.

Lust was slowly taking over~ they needed each other badly.

"I desire you." She felt her heart speed up a bit when he took off her dress more with every kiss. It even doubled its speed when his hands and lips finally found her breasts, fingers trailing up and down her breasts before rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers and kissing the valley between them. It instantly caused a strange sensation in her body and she suddenly felt the wet heat worsen between her legs.

"I desire you too, ketta." He muttered against her soft skin, hands moving down to her sides and down to her hips as he pushed the fabric further down.

There she was, bare and open to him.

He had to admit it made his cock grow solid in his trousers right away when he saw her gorgeous body, but he was holding himself back and keeping himself calm.

He wasn't a quick-fuck type of guy, he wanted to treat her like the queen she was.

Despite how he felt about how beautiful she was, she herself was slightly anxious. Nobody had ever seen her without clothes, let alone this vulnerable too, and especially after he slowly spread her legs.

"All I'm asking of you is to loosen up and let me take care of her, sæta, that way it'll feel the best."  He ran his fingers over her wet pussy lips to worship it gently and pulled his hand back again. He knew he had to be careful with her and that's why he needed her to relax for him.

"I'll try my best, Harald." She mumbled, nibbling on her lower lip as he suddenly got on his knees in front of her. "What~ what are you doing?"

"It's okay, my love~." He reassured her as his lips touched her inner thigh, giving it sloppy wet kisses as he trailed his way up to the place that needed to be touched the most.... The place that was aching and begging for nobody but his touch.

"Please." She panted softly, letting the small beg roll of her tongue before she could stop herself. She honestly didn't really know what she was begging for, but it made him chuckle and before she knew it he was giving her clit a loving kiss too. Her chest immediately went up and down faster because of it and the pleasure that shocked through her body increased especially when he wrapped his lips around it and gently started to suck.

That brought her to Valhalla right away.

"Mmhmm~." Y/N arched her back, loving the new delightful feelings as he licked her up, giving her wet pussy long and slow licks before going back to sucking. "Harald~."

"I know, ketta." Harald growled, his hands stroking her inner thighs as he dove right back into her ocean. "I know it feels good." He spoke straight into her core, her whole body shivering because of it.

He needed her ready for him.

He needed this to feel good for her.

Lifting her legs and resting them over his shoulders, he licked her insides a little faster. He wanted her pretty pink pussy more than soaked and ready to take all of him and in no time her legs were already shaking.

He knew she was close, but unfortunately for his beautiful wife he wasn't going to make her cum so soon.

Harald pulled back, his beard covered in her juices, but he didn't care. His eyes landed on his wife again, her pretty eyes filled with lust and her cheeks having this cute red tone, she was so precious to him. "You prefer to have all of me?"

"Yes. I would love to have all of you." She smiled after she managed to get out of her stunned embarrassed state. This was all new to her and seeing him this shameless was unusual so of course it was normal she had to get used to the barefaced activities.

She slowly sat up though and actually managed to help her husband take off his armor before her eyes suddenly landed on the horrifying scars on his chest.

"What happened...?" She raised her hand and carefully outlined them with her fingers.

"It happened before I was crowned king of Norway. A man named Vitomir promised to pay me and my friend Leif a lot of treasure if we could deliver something to the emperor in Constantinople." He proudly explained while he unlaced his trousers. "But there were many Pecheneg camps settled along the shores we sailed."

"Pechenegs...?" Her eyes shot up to his deep hazel ones, staring at him with a slightly dropped jaw.

If there was anything she heard about Pechenegs, it was that they were extremely violent, well, they loved giving their enemies a tough time.

It was a wonder Harald was still alive.

"Yes, Pechenegs." He nodded and crawled on top of her in a hot way, his hands resting on either side of her head to keep his body weight off of her. "The cowards pierced my skin and string me up by my chest to see how much it would take for me to beg for mercy, but I never did."

Y/N listened closely to the king, but actually focused more on the ugly scars.

"Do they still hurt..?" She pushed herself up on her elbows to kiss each scar.

"No, neither do my muscles." He kissed her forehead. "So do not worry about me. We're not here together and bare to worry about my injuries."

"I know." She suddenly blushed again when she felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She then wrapped her arms around his neck while her legs spread some more on their own to make room for him between them. "I can feel that we aren't here for that."

"You want it~?" He teased playfully, rubbing his tip between her wet folds which got her body squirming with need.

"Yes, please Harald." She begged, her eyes never leaving his as he grabbed her hand and brought it down to touch his perfectly curved cock.

God, he would be able to hit every spot so well.

"Guide him, love." He let her feel around his already rock hard cock, jerking him a little, and he loved the way she was too embarrassed to look down at what she was doing. It was adorable.

"Guide him...? I don't know how." She whispered, glaring down for a second as he gave her a hint, pressing his tip softly against her tight entrance.

It made her bite her lip, nervous at the sight of him so close to her dripping pussy.

"Right there, guide him in ketta." He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck afterwards while she slowly guided him inside of her tight entrance.

Harald could feel her body protest by the unfamiliar stretch, but he could also tell she wanted this so badly by the way her walls were clenching and throbbing around his big cock.

Slowly, he moved his hips forward into hers, feeling her pussy trying to adjust to just his thick tip as she closed her eyes.

"How are you feeling, love?"

"Wonderful, strange, a slight sting as well perhaps?" She named everything she was experiencing so he could understand what she was feeling and his large hands rubbed her hips to help her body relax again.

"It'll feel like Valhalla soon." He groaned deeply, his cock sinking deeper inside of her while she nuzzled his neck. "And the more we do this, sæta, the better it'll feel for her."

"Really~?" She smiled and gasped when Harald repositioned her hips to a different angle that made his cock go deeper.

"Yes~ and if the gods are in our favor, we might be granted lots of children as well." He wrapped one of his arms around her arched back to keep her that way while he thrusted a bit faster, the curve of his cock brushing against her spot perfectly over and over again.

"I'd love to have your children one day." She moaned softly, tightening her walls around him.

"I know you do." He smirked and reached down between their sweating bodies, fingertips stroking that small bundle of nerves to help send her over the edge. "It's alright, ketta~ let it go and give me what I want so I can give you my seed and have you bear my children."

Her body began to shake by his words and she couldn't suppress her loud moans anymore. This feeling, the feeling that was so right and wrong at the same time was just too enjoyable.

She and her body couldn't take much more of it honestly.

Inhaling deeply, the woman gave into the strange yet delightful feeling and finally the knot of pleasure exploded, the wonderful feelings coursing through her entire body as she clung to her husband.

"Harald~ oh gods." She smiled and panted, feeling his cock twitch against her spot before he came deep inside of her and coated her tight walls with his seed.

"You felt so perfect, my queen." He buried his face on the crook of her neck, leaving short loving kisses there while he slowly thrusted his cum deeper into her.

"So what now, my king?" She spoke softly not to interrupt the peace they both felt and he carefully pulled out.

"We go back to the feast and make sure we do this again at the end of our wedding~ hoping my seed will take soon." He smiled and gently helped her stand up so he could redress her.

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Raphael Lacoste.

[aikaterini-drag]

Harald is so yummy in these pics 😍 If you crave similar vibes check out my Harald fan fiction. Checkout my master list.

[introverted-imagineer]

The Wedding Night (Part 22)

Warnings: Language, religious, and gendered themes (In keeping with historical beliefs and practices from the 10th century in which the show is set). Smutty themes. Please be careful to not engage with the content below if any of these warnings impact your well-being.

We had been married by a priest in a Christian ceremony that night. For an empire that prided itself on being faithful and dutiful to its Christian roots, the priest had no problem accepting a hefty bribe to overlook the fact that our daughter had been born out of wedlock. Similarly, the Emperor had no issue providing that bribe. ‘A wedding gift, from my bride and I’ he called it. Elena and I clearly both furious with this notion, but for totally different reasons. Like London, even in Constantinople, Christianity had a price. 

‘We must also baptise this child’ the priest had insisted. My hand gripped tighter onto Harald. I knew Harald was committed to his faith, but as we stood at the altar, I squeezed his hand, silently pleading. But even I knew, deep down, that this was something entirely out of both of our control. ‘There is no need’ Harald announced so casually, a smile on his face as he so nonchalantly addressed the room. ‘We have already baptised our daughter.’ I felt Harald’s hand gently squeeze mine back, a silent understanding, and a plea to go along. The Emperor looked at Harald, his head tilting to the side as he silently inspected us. I forced myself to smile, although tight-lipped, I hoped it had been enough to match Harald’s casual demeanour, as if to say ‘This wasn’t such a big deal.’ Elena’s eyes looked intensely at Harald, a look of contemplation on her face. Whether she reveals to her groom that Harald did not know his daughters’ existence up until that very morning. Technically, whether the Emperor believed it or not, he only knew that Harald had a daughter, and possibly a child elsewhere, but he knew nothing of the history of either child to accuse him of lying. Elena had everything and nothing to gain if she did reveal this information. Everything to gain with her husband-to-be, but nothing to gain with Harald. I could only assume what was more important to her. 

‘It is true’ Leif said, stepping forward as he awkwardly, and stiffly carried Twyla in his clutches. ‘I was there.’ The Emperor gazed curiously at Leif, the story unfolding for all of us as we silently tried to convince the Emperor and the priest of our fragile lie. ‘We did it at the river…informal yes, but it was important to us’ Harald continued, filling in gaps that seemed to make the Emperor nod in understanding. He seemed satisfied, my grip loosening slightly in relief as the Emperor and the priest silently conversed with one another, satisfied by the idea of our daughter having had some Christian influence in her short life so far. ‘I suppose we can continue with the ceremony?’ The priest asked, looking to the Emperor for confirmation. ‘I suppose…’ the Emperor began to announce before a voice interjected. ‘Does the child not have elected Godparents?’ Elena announced. 

Bitch. 

The Emperor and the priest looked at one another. ‘We have already discussed our choices for her Godparents Your Highness’ I interjected, like a protective primal instinct, a natural urge to fight against an enemy. ‘Our choice for godmother is Mathilda’ I announced. I could see Elena’s forehead tense, her cheeks slightly redden in silent fury. If she was going to try and weave her way into my family, she had never seen the consequences of trying to come between a mother and her child. I held her gaze directly, raising my eyebrow with a look that said it all. Checkmate. ‘Leif is already her Godfather, as he was there’ Harald added. I looked at Leif, the way he awkwardly held the baby in his arms, clearly never having held a child before. But he kept his face steady, not wavering. ‘I didn’t think you were a Christian?’ The Emperor asked quizzically. ‘I am open to learning and engaging with many beliefs Your Highness’ Leif announced. I looked at him, even though he was only adding to the lie, his words appeared to be true. The Emperor and the priest silently whispered to one another, being tactful to speak in a tongue that was not familiar to any of us, not even Elena. 

‘I suppose we shall continue with the wedding then’ the Priest announced, bringing the lengthy interruption to an end. I gently squeezed Harald’s hand again, this time not in panic, but in a way that silently said what I couldn’t say out loud, knowing that it went against some of his crucial beliefs. The lying, the deceit, the false pledge of faith in the house of God, but the power to let me make a choice of free will for our daughter. Thank you. 

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The ceremony was quick, the feast quiet as everyone felt the tenseness at the table. No speeches, no toasts, no nothing. I pushed the food around on my plate with a fork, a single grape making me feel sick. I just wanted the night to be over, to be able to take my daughter and go to sleep. To take this dress off, to throw the ribbon in my hair into the fire. But the Christian dictations of marriage continued to rule the evening. 

The Emperor stood, breaking the tension as everyone looked at him as he sat at the end of the table. Leif, Elena, Harald, the Priest, and me. ‘Please, take the child to her godmother’ he asked, gesturing to who I recognised as Inaya. She walked over, without any sense of authorisation or consent, entirely comfortable in her privilege to do so, and whisked the infant from my clutches so quickly, walking out of the room. This only confirmed my fears further…we needed to get out of the palace. ‘As is custom with a marriage, it is time for the bedding ceremony.’ 

I looked to Harald, my eyes struck with panic, his gaze rather shocked at the brazenness of the Emperor. ‘Emperor, considering the circumstances…is a bedding ceremony entirely necessary?’ Harald asked, being sure to lower his tone to not come across as angered or threatening in any way to the Emperor, but completely submissive. ‘It has been a long day for us all my love, maybe on this occasion we can spare the formalities’ Elena said, slipping her hand into her husband’s as she sat next to him. The Emperor grasped her hand, kissing it gently. ‘I know it has been a long journey for you all, but we must unionise the new bride and groom, so we may observe that their marriage is sanctified. Once we have done this, we may all rest.’ 

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The couple were whisked into a room attached to the Church where the Emperor had them married. The Emperor himself didn’t care about the bedding ceremony, in his eyes, the pair had already committed fornication, and they would be punished for their sins because of it. It was not for him, nor the couple, not even the church that he insisted on the formality. The only reason he demanded it take place was for the same reason he had plotted this whole marriage between Harald and Y/N. To show Elena once and for all that she could not have the Viking. 

The wedding party awkwardly gathered around the bed in the centre of the small room, the curtains around the canopy drawn to offer some sort of privacy, but their purpose to block anything from view was void of purpose. The material was so thin, that there was no use in them existing at all. 

The pair stood awkwardly at each side of the bed. The bride pale, the groom tense. Harald had bore witness to bedding ceremonies before, but he had never thought of how awkward it was for the couple. They were supposed to be happy, eager to join together and become one flesh. He never imagined his own wedding night would be so displeasing. The tenseness of it all making him feel completely impotent. As for the bride, she had only seen one, and she was very aware that even though the marriage was motivated by political tactics, the bedding ceremony between Canute and Emma was extraordinarily passionate. While she had grown to care for the Viking, the thought of making a passionate display of affection to him and for everyone else at that moment was entirely impossible. 

‘My darling, I only ask as you are the only other woman in the room, maybe you can assist the bride by undoing the back of her dress?’ the Emperor asked politely. But Elena knew this was not a suggestion, but rather a command. Elena walked over, her hands almost ripping the buttons that held the dress against Y/N’s skin. Y/N not able to keep herself still against the violent thrashing of Elena’s hands at the back of her dress. The dress which so improperly fit her malnourished body fell effortlessly from her frame, leaving her in a thin slip hanging from her shoulders. 

Harald and Y/N awkwardly shifted into the bed, being sure to slip under the sheet to allow for more privacy. The priest carefully closed the sheer curtains behind them, but the view behind the curtain was very clear. 

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I lay on my back, bringing the sheet right to the underside of my chin, my slip still lying at my knees. Harald awkwardly, so nervous, and unsure sitting with his tunic still covering his top half, but his bottom half protected under the privacy of the sheet. He looked around, so uncertainly, his breathing rapid as he finally looked at me. My eyes locked on the canopy as I lay with my head on the pillow, staring at the wooden engravings. I could feel Harald’s weight shift as he did the same, lying down on the bed and staring at the wooden canopy. I could see the figures on the outside of the curtain looking at one another confusingly. As much as I didn’t want to do this, as much as I wanted to scream, to tell the Emperor himself to fuck off. I gently shifted my hand, brushing against Harald’s forearm, dragging it down gingerly until I slipped my hand into his. Our fingers instinctively locked together. 

I could feel the hairs on his arms, stood to attention, his leg not quite settled as it gently shook under the sheet. I shifted onto my side, finally drawing my eyes from the wooden canopy. Harald nervously followed suit. Our hands still intertwined, I gave him a gentle squeeze. Harald squeezed back, but his grip kept tight. ‘Um..should I?’ I whispered, shifting myself to move, but his hand unlaced from mine, sitting himself up slightly. He shifted on top of me, awkwardly holding himself up by his forearms. I nervously ran my hands down my legs, beginning to shift my slip up as Harald reached down. However, instead of taking off his tunic, Harald’s hand gripped my wrist, stopping my hands from moving my slip further up. His hands caressed my thighs, causing the hairs on my legs to stand to attention. I felt hot and cold, sweaty and shivery all at the same time. His hair covered his face as he looked down, awkwardly trying to shift himself into a comfortable position as he tried to hold his weight with one arm, his other hand gently caressing my waist. I lifted my hands, snaking them underneath his armpits, pulling his body on top of mine. Our clothed chests pressed against one another, our hearts beating as quickly and fiercely against each other. I brought my lips close to his ear, his body shivering at the sensation of my hot breath against his skin. ‘Just do it’ I said, closing my eyes and preparing for contact. 

He shifted again, slightly, his thumb brushing against my naked waist. He shifted, turning his neck slightly so that his lips pressed against my ear. ‘Grunt’ he whispered. He dipped his head into my neck, his lips pressed against my neck as he breathed loud and slowly. I lay there, my arms resting on his back waiting for that feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. But it never came. He thrust his body forward against mine, my breasts rising and falling against his chest as he moved up and down. I grunted, letting out a small groan with each of his movements. 

I could hear the small chatter on the other side of the curtain. Satisfied by what they believed to be unfolding between us, the small group of spectators quietly shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind them.  It wasn’t until I felt a wet drop on my neck that I pushed Harald off gently. He turned around, his tears flowing as he sniffled. ‘I’m sorry’ he choked out, his shoulders shaking as his tears flowed. I was shocked at his demeanour. I wanted to ask him why he was sorry. Was it for everything before? The marriage? The awkward bedding ceremony? 

‘Stay here’ I commanded, slipping out of the bed and walking out of the room. 

The Church was another part of the part of the endless palace. The palace was empty of life, the halls dark, lit only dimly by candlelight. My bare feet padded against the bare concrete, the skin rough. I wandered down the corridor, seeking any sign of life. As I turned the corner, a body collided with mine. ‘Inaya’ I whispered, relieved to find people still awake at this time. ‘I need my daughter.’ She looked at me curiously, her eyebrows knitting together as she began to shake her head. ‘The baby is asleep, I have just put her down’ she impatiently replied. I brought my hand up, grasping her forearm within my clutches. ‘The baby is my baby. So I will ask you one more time kindly. I need my daughter, where is she?’ The world had always dictated every aspect of my life, but it stops now. 

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I slowly opened the door to the room, a candle in hand, my daughter in the other. I walked to the bed, placing the candle on one of the tables, giving a small breath of light to the now dark room. I peeled the canopy curtain back quietly. I couldn’t tell if he was asleep, but his quick breathing suggested that he was not. ‘Harald’ I said, the weight of the bed dipping slightly as I crawled back into the bed. His hand came up to his face, rubbing his eyes, but his back still turned. ‘Harald’ I said more sternly, a gentle nudge to his shoulder blade. ‘I think it’s time you properly met your daughter’ I whispered. His quick breathing stopped, his limp body now stiff as he pushed himself from the mattress, cautiously looking over his shoulder, not quite believing his eyes. He shifted himself, sitting upright as he looked over her carefully. I watched him, the way his breathing slowed, the way amazement and fear washed over him simultaneously. Twyla looked at him, her eyes identical to his. 

It felt like an eternity, the way they just stared at each other. I decided to break the silence, words that I didn’t think would ever come out of my mouth. ‘Do you want to hold her?’ He looked at me, only his eyes shifting. I gently cradled the little girl, placing her against Harald’s chest. It took a moment for him to move, but he gingerly wrapped his arms around her, cradling the girl to his chest. She lay there, her little cheek smooshed up against him as her eyes darted around the room. I so desperately wanted to know what was going on in her mind. Was she okay? Did she remember me? Does she know where she is? Does she feel as much love as I do her? So much doubt and so much hope rattled around in my brain. 

She gently reached up, her small fingers gathering the hairs on Harald’s beard. He quietly laughed at the touch, even when she did pull a bit harshly. I watched her, the innocence, not knowing the politics of the world around her, the worries, the obligations. I wish she could stay like this forever, to simply just enjoy what was around her. Her little eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing into a gentle pace as she rested her head against Harald’s shoulder. 

‘This is what it’s all about from now on. Saying you are sorry won’t change the past…but we can shape a future where we don’t have to be sorry.’ I said, gently brushing the wispy baby hair behind her ear.  Harald gently placed his hand over mine as it rested on Twyla’s little cheek. ‘I promise, I will be a good father, and I will try to be a good husband’ he said, gently taking his hand from mine. 

I didn’t say anything more, instead choosing to gently lay my head on Harald’s shoulder, Twyla’s sleepy head resting against his other. The day finally caught up to us, as we all fell into a blissful sleep. 

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Bjorn Flirting With You Would Include...

-He can sometimes be very cheesy when it comes to flirting with you. But it is oddly adorable when he does.

-When he flirts, he likes to comment on what you look like or your personality traits.

-He sometimes does not know how to flirt with you as well. He finds it hard to be able to flirt with you.

-But he tries his best no matter what. Because he always wants to please you.

-He often loves to say to you how beautiful you look or even how good you smell.

-He loves also putting your hair behind your ears while looking deeply into your eyes.

-He definitely finds ways to be romantic while also being flirtatious with you.

[fangirlings-things]

requested by anon || TAG LIST IS OPEN

"Harald... what are you doing?" you asked out of breath as you stared completely surprised at the man standing in front of you.

You had gone to speak to him earlier and found him bathing at the river. You had motioned to get back to where the others where waiting but he had told you to wait and after getting out of the water and putting on only his pants, Harald came to you to speak. As you were doing so, he had suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you.

It was a kiss full of passion and desire, you could feel it as he claimed your mouth with his. You had never held any hope that such a man would look at you in any other way besides a travel companion but there he was, kissing you like it was the only thing that mattered.

"I desire you, (Y/N)" he muttered and you could feel his hot breath on your face as he had pulled away just a small bit. "I cannot stop desiring you, it is driving me mad. I love you"

You looked deeply into his eyes, and found them darkened by that very desire Harald said to be holding back. As you acknowledged his words, you could feel a shiver running down your spine. Then, you passed your hands around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Kiss me, Harald"

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

hiii . I saw ur requests are open and if u still do fics can u do ac Valhalla hytham x reader? Reader is an artist and hytham enjoys his time with them , also their drawings, maybe he goes through the papers she drew on and sees himself? And he thanks the reader with a kiss.:3

U can change anything u don’t like in this request i just want a fic about my boy hytham .😭😭

Canvas of Secrets

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: if you count that i love writing yearning and falling in love with Hytham instead of actually having a relationship with him lol THE YEARNING GUYS HE'S A YEARNINER MATERIAL!!!

Note: I feel like I need to get back into the writing mood, writing vibe because its still off for me??? Lemme know I tried my best with my lil fried brain :(

The mid-morning sun bathed Ravensthorpe in a soft, welcoming light, casting long shadows as villagers busied themselves with their daily tasks. The rhythmic clang of blacksmith's hammers and the lively chatter of merchants created a symphony of everyday life. Amid this bustling activity, Hytham moved with a sense of purpose, his mind focused on his duties as a Hidden One. 

Based on the documents Eivor found, another possible target appeared on the horizon, although he still had to do some research to make sure the information was true.

However, that day somehow work eluded the man as he passed by the edge of the settlement, where a small group of children had gathered around a figure seated on a low stool. Curious, he approached, drawn by the sounds of laughter and the sight of animated faces. Sharp laughter rang out in the air, but not with the usual gaiety of children- instead, he heard a soft, restrained laugh.

As he drew closer, he saw you surrounded by the little ones, gleaming eyes watching you, your hands deftly sketching on a large sheet of parchment. The children watched in awe as you brought a scene to life before their eyes, pencil strokes fluid and confident. You were capturing the essence of a lively market, complete with bustling stalls and cheerful passers-by.

Hytham paused, intrigued not only by your talent but also by the way you engaged the children, patiently answering all their questions, letting them try out anything and everything that piqued interest in their little heart from your work.. You glanced up, sensing his presence, offering him a warm smile.

"Ah, Hytham! Come, join us," you called out, your voice light and inviting. "We're just sketching the market today."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just passing by as I heard your little gathering having a good time." He smiled warmly at you.

You waved off his concern with a flick of your hand. "You're not intruding at all. Here, take a look." You held up the drawing, and Hytham marveled at the intricate details and the lively energy that seemed to emanate from the paper.

"You're incredibly talented," he remarked, genuine admiration in his voice.

You chuckled softly. "Thank you. Drawing has always been my way of capturing the world. It helps me see things more clearly, appreciate the beauty in everyday moments."

Hytham nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see that. Your drawings have a way of bringing things to life." Hytham chuckled, his eyes flickering between the drawing and her face, admiring the details and the skill that went into it

A child tugged at your sleeve, drawing your attention back to the group. "Can we draw the animals next?" the child asked eagerly.

"Of course!" you replied, ruffling the child's hair affectionately. "Let's find a good spot near the stables."

As the children gathered their papers and pencils, you turned to Hytham once more. "You're welcome to join us, Hytham."

He nodded in response, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips at her invitation, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat. He then glanced over at the children and thought for a moment before replying.

Very well. I'll join you. He agreed quietly.

Hytham followed her lead as she guided the children over to a spot near the stables where there was enough room for all of them. As they settled down and everyone began drawing the animals around them, Hytham took a moment to observe the scene before him. He chuckled softly at the children's excited chatter and laughter, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The day passed in a blur of laughter, sketches, and shared stories. Hytham found himself returning to your side time and time again, drawn by your infectious enthusiasm and the sense of peace that seemed to radiate from you. He watched as you guided the children's hands, teaching them to see the world through the eyes of an artist.

As the sun began to set and the children dispersed, you and Hytham found yourselves alone by the stables. Whipping your hands on your apron you joined him at the end of the stalls. Hytham leaned back against the wall of the stable idly, his eyes fixated on the setting sun. He chuckled softly, feeling a sense of peace and contentment in the moment. Once the children had left and it was just the two of you left, he turned his gaze towards you. Yours eyes met and he noticed the warm, knowing look in your eyes. You held his gaze for a moment before speaking quietly in a calm voice, breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Thank you for spending the day with us, Hytham. It was nice to have you here."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. " It was my pleasure to spend the day with you and the children. They're a playful and curious bunch, it was refreshing to be around such innocence. I enjoyed it more than I expected. You have a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary."

You blushed at the compliment, your heart fluttering. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter most."

He glanced at the drawings scattered around, his gaze lingering on a particularly detailed sketch of a horse. "You have a talent for this, you know. These drawings. They're beautiful."

Your blush deepened, and you looked away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you, Hytham. That means a lot."

Hytham noticed the way her blush deepened and how she looked away shyly, his smile softening at the sight of her shyness. He chuckled softly and pushed off the wall of the stable, taking a few steps closer to her.

“It's the truth.” He stated softly, his gaze fixed on her with a warm, genuine look in his eyes as he spoke. “You have a gift for capturing beauty on paper.”

 "This has always brought the greatest happiness to my life." You replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest, walking up to the wall and joining him to admire the colors of the setting sun. "The days pass quickly, and we often forget the things that bring us happiness as time goes on. There are memories I don't want to forget. So I learned how to preserve them.”

“And that gift will last a lifetime.” He replied softly, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous hues of orange and red as the sun descended below the horizon.”Memories are important. They make us who we are, after all.” 

"They do," you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips. "Memories shape us in ways we sometimes don't realize until much later."

Hytham nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the horizon where the sun had disappeared. "I never used to think much about memories," he admitted quietly. "My life as a Hidden One demanded focus on the present and the future. But being here with you, experiencing these moments... I realize how much they matter."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. "I'm glad you feel that way, Hytham. It's important to cherish the moments that make us feel alive."

Hytham's gaze flickered towards her at the feeling of her fingers brushing against his. A touch that sent a small shiver up his spine. He looked back at her with a softened gaze and a small, warm smile.

“And moments like this?” He gestured with his head to the setting sun and then to their surroundings in the stables, his smile growing slightly. “Are they moments that will stay with you in memory?”

You considered his question, taking in the peaceful scene around you—the gentle rustling of the leaves, the faint scent of hay, and the quiet companionship between you both. The beauty of the moment seemed to intensify with his presence beside you.

"Yes," you replied softly, meeting his gaze. "When shared with someone special, they become the heartbeats of our memories. They're the ones we carry with us, even as time passes."

Hytham's eyes held a gentle intensity as he listened, a small smile playing on his lips. He seemed to absorb your words, savoring the tranquility of the moment, the connection between you both.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours in the cool evening air. "And I want to make more memories like this—with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and depth of his feelings. You reached out, cupping his cheek gently in your hand. "I want that too, Hytham," you replied softly, as if afraid this moment  will disappear if spoken out loud. 

He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your touch. "Then let's cherish this one," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that spoke of promises yet to be made, and a future waiting to unfold..

Hytham leaned into the touch of your hand on his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he reveled in the sensation of your touch and words. He felt a wave of emotions swelling within him—a mixture of gratitude, hope, and a sense of belonging he had long suppressed, and he couldn't deny the longing that stirred in his heart at the thought.

As he opened his eyes and looked at you, a soft, vulnerable look in his eyes, he took in your beauty under the golden light...

You reached up, gently threading your fingers through his hair, cherishing the softness of his dark locks beneath your touch.

Hytham's heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh, closing his eyes momentarily as he enjoyed the sensation of your touch. It was a simple gesture, but it felt intimate and tender, a connection that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.

He swallowed, his words barely above a whisper as he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability and tenderness."I've long kept my heart guarded, hidden beneath the weight of duty and the shadows of my past," Hytham murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained closed, savoring the intimacy of your touch, the way your fingers threaded through his hair with such gentleness.

"But with you," he continued softly, opening his eyes to meet yours, "it feels as though the walls I've built around myself are slowly crumbling. Your presence... your touch... they awaken something within me that I thought I had lost."

His admission hung in the air, vulnerable yet filled with an honesty that spoke of deeper emotions. The golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over both of you, lending an almost ethereal quality to the moment.

You felt your heart swell with tenderness at his words, understanding the weight they carried. Gently, you let your hand caress his cheek, your touch conveying comfort and acceptance. "Hytham," you whispered, your voice soft with emotion, "you don't have to carry that weight alone anymore. I'm here, and I want to share whatever burdens you carry."

Hytham's gaze softened at your words, and he reached up, gently resting his hand over yours as it gently caressed his cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "For seeing beyond the surface, for... for accepting me."

You nodded, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze with unwavering compassion. "You've shown me glimpses of who you are beneath the armor, Hytham," you replied softly. "And what I see... it's someone deserving of love and happiness."

The evening breeze stirred around you, carrying with it the quiet intensity of the moment. You stood together, bathed in the fading light of the sun, united in a bond that grew deeper with each shared revelation and tender touch.

When the world around you settled into dusk, you knew that this moment marked a new chapter—a chapter where walls crumbled, hearts opened, and the promise of a future filled with understanding and love blossomed under the gentle caress of an evening's embrace.

[artschoolglasses]

To all the people who don’t like canon Eivor because of her voice:

I’m so sorry you were cursed with terrible taste.☹️💔

[sinfulseashell]

Special question delivery for Rindou, Ran, and Kakucho ✉️: What would you do if your darling randomly started kissing your neck?

Y!Rindou: He rolled his eyes, “Wait, before I answer is everyone just wanting to know about our sex lives or what we would do?” He hissed while getting up and walking over to the host taking the paper and reading the questions.

Host: “H-hey! You! You can’t do that!” They hiss now snatching the paper back. “Please just sit down and answer the question…” they sighed while rubbing their temple.

Y!Rindou: “Fine. Nothing but a bunch of pervs…” he mumbled but still taking his seat nonetheless. “Very well,” the male sighed. “I find it quite…exciting when they do things like that so soon it would most likely lead to things…”

Y!Ran: “Oh don’t be so shy Rin, please tell us what you would do.” He smirked while taking a sip of wine.

Y!Rindou: “You’re the biggest pervert.” He hissed giving the elder a cold glare. “Anyways. If my darling would start kissing my neck, I might feel irritated especially if I was in the middle of work but I would want to take them right then and there no matter where we were.” He cleared his throat while looking away feeling his ears began to burn after hearing Ran giggle.

Y!Ran: “You’re so cute, Rin.” He chuckled now turning to the host and giving a handsome smile. “I don’t really find my darling kissing my neck that appealing. It’s one of those areas that are more…ticklish. I also don’t like being tickled so it would annoy me mostly.” He shrugged. “Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t hate the fact they kissed me there, just not a sexual turn on for me.” He shrugged.

Y!Kakucho: “What would I do?” He repeated the question as a playful smirk spread across his lips. “The fact that is a spot for me, then of course anyone would want to fuck their darling right then and there.” He began to chuckle. “Trust me…there has been a few times where it has happened in the office.”

Y!Ran: 👀

Y!Rindou: 😐

Y!Ran: “Well that makes a lot of sense now why your office door is always locked. You dirty bird.”

[phenomenal1500]

~Princess Of England~

Masterlist

A/N: This was requested by an anon on tumblr. Don't be too tough on me since I'm still experimenting with writing for Harald and I hope you loved it! ♥️

Summary: Harald meets the hidden princess of England as he visits Wessex, the woman clearly exceeding his expectations in more ways than one~

Timeline: Unimportant.

Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x Princess!Reader Warning: Mentions of smut, none detailed smut.

For days Harald did not rest, nor did he take even a small break from rowing at sea with his men.

The waves were as big and dangerous as Jormungandr sharp teeth, the sky was as black as the dark and gloomy Helheim, but thankfully Thor's lighting crashed into the deep waters right in time to fight of Jormungandr and to make sure the Vikings could safely seek their way to England.

Not that any of it would matter to Harald, none of it could ever bring the man to a halt. The viking was far too enthusiastic to finally continue his search for a beautiful wife who he could have a son with to even think about stopping his journey.

Harald could still remember the sudden heartwarming feeling he felt in his heart when he arrived in Northern England after just 10 rough days at sea.

The feeling of hope.

Hope he could find himself another wife who he could share a son with.

It was always his dream to find a woman who was sweet, caring, but also bad ass, not to be messed with. Though it became harder and harder to do so. Most of the women in Norway who Harald had grown a liking towards had already been taken or preferred to be by themselves and so Harald's search continued. He wasn't a man to ever force a woman into marriage without her consent and so he decided to look further in other places such as England.

He and his men traveled around England and its beautiful kingdoms for two weeks in a row before finally coming to a stop in Winchester where Harald was offered a place to stay by a nobleman and his only daughter.

He had accepted it not knowing about the woman yet until he saw her come home that one night....

She was wearing a beautiful white gown that hugged her curves beautifully, her long glowing hair was pulled up into a braided bun with a few wavy strings framing her friendly face and her neck was wearing a necklace made out of pearls and silver.

She looked like royalty for sure.

"What is your name, Ketta?" [Female cat, kitten.] He had asked with a pretty thick accent, his body automatically standing up to approach and greet the gorgeous woman.

"Y/N Y/L/N." She looked him up and down for a second and looked at her father with secret admiration. "We're giving shelter to a Viking?"

"A Christian Norseman." He sternly replied to correct her and her lovely gaze returned to Harald who was smiling at her.  He couldn't help it. She looked too cute.

"A Viking." He whispered back as he bowed his head, winking at her secretly so her father wouldn't notice it and it made her respond by giving him the sweetest smile he had ever seen anyone give him.

"What is your name?" She returned the question, but he was already too lost in his wandering thoughts.

Thoughts he would never say out loud.

Thoughts that were too sinful for a Christian to even hear about, but he wished they would come true nonetheless.

~~~

"Harald~." Y/N moaned the man's name softly into his ear, her face nuzzling his neck while riding his cock at the speed she desired.

He could only imagine himself meeting her slow pace with delicious and perfect rolls of his hips deep inside of her. Give her everything she wanted and needed. Her hips already widened and her belly showing a small bump where their son was growing in, caressing it as they made love.

It would be a sight he so badly wished to see.

~~~

"Sir?" She tried to get his attention.

"Harald Sigurdsson~." He answered as he tried to push the thoughts aside not to let it affect him too much and get him hard in front of her. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable and scare her away. "King Harald Sigurdsson." He corrected himself. "But keep that a secret for me, yes?"

"It's a pretty name, am I allowed to call you just Harald?" She played along, acting like she hadn't heard anything about the king part.

"Of course, Ketta." He smirked a bit, his mind thinking back to what his name would sound like if she moaned it to him.

"Let me show you around Winchester before dinner, Harald." She offered and held out her hand, feeling a warm comforting feeling in her body as he took and caressed it.

It was as if she already knew him and it made her feel safe.

"King Harald, are you still listening?" She pulled him out of his thoughts from the past few weeks as she gently tugged at his shirt.

"I am, Sæta." [Sweetie, cutie] Harald gave her a friendly bow, still holding onto her hand even after hours of the woman leading him around the quiet and pretty parts of Winchester.

"It gives me a warm feeling when you call me that." She blushed a little and watched her feet as they walked.

"You understand what I'm saying to you?" He gave her hand a soft squeeze and she looked up at him, nodding while staring into those handsome eyes. "How?"

"I'm not fully English." She explained, bringing the viking back to her home so they could sit in the fantasy-like garden her father owned and have some alone time together. The garden was a private place where no one was allowed to come but the owners so she felt like it was a perfect place to continue their conversation.

"You're a Viking?" He watched her closely and it suddenly clicked in his mind.

Her interest in him and his people.... her rare beauty.... the way she spoke and even understood certain Norse words....

She clearly wasn't a Christian free willingly.

"Partly, yes." She smiled proudly before it changed into a sad glare, staring into the horizon that was turning darker as the time passed. "But I was raised here because my mother, the queen, didn't allow me to go home with my father."

"You're a princess? Then why are you living with a nobleman in Wessex?"

"She was ashamed she was with child by an affair with a Viking at the time, so she hid me away and gave me to one of her personal guards to raise. Together he and I moved to Wessex to start a new life away from the throne."

"I'm sorry, princess." He rubbed the palm of her hand with his thumb, sighing.

He really felt strong feelings for her already, and he'd love to show her his life someday, but it was truly all up to her.

"It's okay, it's not as bad as it sounds. My 'father' doesn't forbid me from learning your language or about your gods, he prefers me to stay quiet about it however.... so no one suspects anything and will take me away from treason."

"You'd like to come with me back to Norway?" He closed the distance between them and stroked a piece of her hair out of her face, deciding to go for it and show her how he felt before it was too late.

"You.... You would take me with you?" She blushed and leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck slowly.

"If that's what you wish for, Ketta~." He licked his lips and she stared at him with sudden lust until she suddenly heard children laughing and running through the garden which made her back off.

"Children, what did I say about running through the garden like this?" She chuckled as they ran up to her with huge smiles and pouts.

"No running or we'll accidentally hurt ourselves." They replied in unison and she smiled, getting on her knees to be at their height.

"Good, so don't do it again, okay?" She ruffled a young boy's hair and handed them all an apple one by one. She knew it wasn't 'allowed' to take care of the orphans of the city when you had a high title, but she couldn't care less. They were children. They were hungry and they needed help. If she had her own home she would've probably taken them all in, but she sadly couldn't so this was the least thing she could do for them. Besides, there were enough apples growing on their trees anyway. A few missing wouldn't hurt. "Now go before the city guards see you children here. I don't want them hurting you."

"Yes, Y/N. Thank you!" The oldest girl hugged Y/N and brought the children safely back to the streets.

"You'd prefer to come with me as queen of Norway instead~?" He smiled, trying to keep his needs from taking over as he held her body close to his.

[oozeandgoo-art]

[aikaterini-drag]

Behold, the fierce Harald, draped in fur, a warrior's warmth amidst the cold winds of the North! 🌬️🛡️❄️