#modern heahmund

[nothingtolosebutweight]

| Title: Little Goatie | Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund | Words: ~2000 🙈 [AO3] |Summary: Heahmund has a present for Ivar that he considers very questionable at first. Only when he takes a closer look at it does it bore deeply into his heart. | Warnings: None - It's just fluff with a bit of humor. | Notes: My participation for the Norse Tales for Winter Challenge:) It is dedicated to @vaire-gwir. I hope this little story will serve you as a plushie on your long journey home. One day we'll find you a real one that's squishy enough! Until then, we have to go on many more adventures together ♥.

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The apartment door was pushed open with a swing and fell noisily back into the lock. Shoes were carelessly brushed off the feet and left on the spot in the hallway. The jacket along with the scarf followed next. They landed on one of the dressers on the way to the living room. The coat rack didn't get any attention. Ivar was in a hurry. He had no time for neatness - never, actually.

The steady sound of his crutch hitting the floor echoed through the hallway as he walked toward the first room to his right. In the doorway to the living room, Ivar stopped for a moment, peeked in, and let his gaze wander searchingly across the room. He didn't find what he was looking for, but something else made him pause for a moment, confused. With a shake of his head, he averted his gaze, as he had another matter on his mind at the moment.

"Heahmund, you still there?" he finally shouted through the apartment, hopes high that he hadn't come back too late.

"I'm in the kitchen, love," came the prompt reply, and Ivar exhaled in relief. He immediately turned and made his way into the room where his lover sat at the counter, a steaming cup and his laptop in front of him.

"Let me guess, hot milk with a hint of cinnamon?" Ivar asked without hiding his disgust at the content of the cup as he bridged the distance and came to a stop next to Heahmund.

"Yes, of course. It calms my nerves best before a trip," Heahmund said as he typed three last words in his mail before pressing the send button and finally closing his laptop completely. When Ivar was next to him, he immediately put his arm around his beloved's waist and pulled him closer.

Ivar bent down a little, at first wanting only to press his lips against his boyfriend’s temple, but Heahmund stood up and gave him a tender kiss as a welcome instead. Immediately after the kiss, Ivar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which made Heahmund laugh out loud. Knowing how much Ivar hated milk, he didn't take offense, but went straight for another kiss, this time on the cheek.

"I have to leave in a few minutes, unfortunately. But I'm happy you made it home in time for some goodbye kisses." Heahmund already disliked being away from Ivar for a few days, but his job, which he also liked a lot, forced him to take business trips now and then. Now, once again, he had to travel to another country for eight days straight without Ivar being able to accompany him.

"Some torture, you mean?" Ivar said with a grin, before leaning forward again, surrendering to his fate with a spark of love in his eyes. He leaned his crutch against the counter and wrapped both arms around Heahmund's neck. Their lips touched only feather-lightly, caressing each other in delicate nudges. They lingered like that for a while, enjoying their togetherness, before Heahmund broke away with a sigh and briefly stood tall to plant a kiss on Ivar's forehead.

"I should get going." Heahmund drank the last bit out of his cup and went with it to the sink to clean it directly and then dry it and put it back into the kitchen cupboard. Ivar watched the scene with a grin, but refrained from commenting.

With the laptop under his arm, Heahmund made his way to the living room, but stopped in the hallway, his eyes darting alternately to Ivar's jacket and shoes.

"Are you serious, my love? How many times..." Heahmund turned to Ivar, but was stopped mid-sentence as a finger settled on his lips.

"Shh. Save your energy. I was in a hurry. Does that count as an excuse?" 

"Actually...not, no. It would have taken you just two seconds…" Heahmund handed Ivar his laptop to hold it for a moment while he took care of what he perceived as chaos in the hallway, neatly setting Ivar's shoes aside and hanging his jacket on one of the designated hooks, scarf included.

"I can't believe it," he muttered, snapping his fingers against Ivar's temple, who had the audacity to just stand by and grin, leaning on his crutch. "You're like a savage..."

"I know," was the simple reply, which earned him an additional slap on the butt as Ivar turned around to continue his way to the living room. Once there, he placed the laptop on top of Heahmund's suitcase, knowing that he shouldn't even try to pack it himself. His boyfriend had a very precise system, which he would only destroy if he would try to help. 

With one finger Ivar pointed to the coffee table. "Why is there a goat plushie on the table?" he asked, the confusion about the little thing evident in his voice.

Heahmund turned his head to look at the little fellow and a smile appeared on his face. "I saw it at the mall and it reminded me of you...of us in a way."

The look on Ivar's face only became more confused due to this explanation. "Why is that?"

"Goats are just as stubborn as you are," Heahmund began his explanation as he tapped his index finger against Ivar's temple. "They're strong-headed, always on the go to bash each other's heads in."

"And that reminded you of me?" 

"Absolutely!"

Ivar rolled his eyes, but grinned back at Heahmund. He knew there was a pinch of truth in it. He could be damn stubborn and often got into heated arguments faster than he himself would have liked.

"And what about the us part?"

"It's more of a 'me' thing. The noise the goats make always sounds to me like they're complaining a lot..."

"Oh yes, that suits you perfectly," Ivar interrupted Heahmund directly, who in the meantime had stowed his laptop into his bag and now turned back to Ivar and headed towards him.

"See, that's why this little fellow represents us perfectly." Heahmund positioned himself behind Ivar and wrapped his arms around him, letting his chin rest on his shoulder.

"But for what reason did you bring it home? You could have brought me a real present instead. I wouldn’t have mind to get something useful." Neither of them were collectors of stuffed animals, which is why Ivar's confusion hadn't completely faded. He leaned against Heahmund, putting his hands over those of his beloved.

"It's useful!" came Heahmund to the goat's rescue. "If you miss me, you can cuddle with it," he continued and kissed Ivar on the neck shortly after, which made him shiver pleasantly.

"Why should I miss you, huh? With your constant complaining about household stuff and neatness, you're miserable to be around. You just said it yourself." He turned his head to face his beloved, his eyes and voice full of mischief.

"Because I keep you warm at night," Heahmund said with a smile and poked Ivar in the side, making him squeal.

"So I can set this thing on fire then?" This suggestion brought him another poke in the side before he laughed out and Heahmund lured him into another kiss.

With a heavy heart, Heahmund packed up the last of the odds and ends and left the apartment less than ten minutes later. Not without many more brief kisses and Ivar's promise that he wouldn't do any harm to the goat.

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Two hours later, Ivar had made himself comfortable on the couch. Cookies and tea next to him, a series on the TV, which he followed halfway attentively. The other half of his attention was on his cell phone. He was scrolling through apps at random and waiting impatiently for Heahmund to send him a message that he had arrived at his destination in one piece.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the goat plushie staring at him the whole time. Shaking his head, because he still couldn't believe that Heahmund had spent his money on such nonsense, he turned his eyes toward it.  

Half an hour later he got up to warm himself some food in the microwave. On his way back he stopped by the plushie to grab it, carrying it with him back to the couch. As he looked at it more closely, thoughtfully touching and tossing it from side to side, he noticed that there seemed to be a pushable button in each of the hooves. Curious, he got to the bottom of the matter and found a switch hidden in the belly, which he switched to on.

Immediately after pressing the front left hoof, Heahmund's voice rang out.

"Don't forget to wash the dishes, love. Things don't get cleaned up on their own." 

After a brief moment of puzzlement, Ivar began to laugh and he looked with amusement in his eyes at the little goat, which returned the stare with its lifeless beady eyes. He could clearly hear the grin that Heahmund must have had on his face during the recording, and it was beginning to rub off on him.

"What an idiot," he spoke to himself, inwardly filled with love for the man who always managed to get into his heart and to make him soft.

Curious, he pressed the next hoof.

"Don't get crumbs all over the couch, and if you do, there's an invention called a vacuum cleaner. You don't need a driver's license to operate this one."  

Again, Ivar let out a laugh, before he looked down, caught. With a quick flick of his wrist, he swept the already scattered crumbs of the cookies on the blanket to the floor. At best, these would disappear into the long fluff of the carpet, never to be seen again, without him actually having to do any housework.

With a big smile on his face, Ivar pressed the next of the two remaining ones.

"I love you just the way you are my messy little slob..." For a short moment Ivar thought that the message was already over, because he heard nothing more, until Heahmund eventually continued. "But please keep the chaos at bay anyway. I'd rather have my hands on you when I get back than in the cleaning bucket."

This message made his smile grow even bigger and his fantasies briefly went on a journey, coloring his cheeks a delicate red.

Without hesitation, he pushed the last remaining button and already a second later his heart warmed up and his eyes became watery. 

"Sleep well, my love. I will be here by your side, protecting you from anything that tries to haunt your dreams."

It was their good night ritual that had become a daily habit over the past few months. Not a day went by that Heahmund didn't whisper those sweet words in his ear as they lay in bed together, often in a tight embrace, all snuggled up. It had helped Ivar to get a grip on his previously frequent nightmares and moreover, to fall asleep with a feeling of security.

Still amused, and deeply touched at the same time, that Heahmund had actually taken the time to record him this kind of messages, Ivar hugged the stuffed animal tightly for a moment and buried his face in its soft fur. He felt ridiculous that he was cuddling with a plush toy, but at the same time so full of love and somehow also so close to Heahmund. He already missed him and despite the somewhat funny messages, Ivar could also feel Heahmund's love for him. It was audible to him in every little syllable and it made him replay all the messages again.

He allowed himself a brief moment to dwell in his happiness before setting the little goat beside him and reaching for his cell phone to send Heahmund his love in return.

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@youbloodymadgenius@istorkyou@ivarlover

[heavenlymorals]

Feather Kisses and Romanticism

Summary: Heahmund wakes up before his boyfriend and takes the time to admire him.

Sometimes, a man just wants to write short pure, meaningless fluff about one of my favorite fluff tropes. It feels strange to write stuff without angst to be honest haha!

As far as Heahmund was concerned, he was the luckiest man to ever exist on God’s beautiful green earth. Did he deserve that self-inflicted title? Probably not, no matter how much he kept the Lord close to his heart. But it didn’t matter. As far as he was concerned, he was King Midas if King Midas was able to control what he transfigured into gold. Selfish, quick to anger, and prideful Heahmund was the luckiest bastard to ever exist, and to him, that was a simple truth, like how the sky is blue and how water is NOT wet (Don’t get him started with that). 

What in the world could make a man think this way? 

Well, it’s usually one of three things. Money, fame, or love. Or two of the three or all three. 

Heahmund was so lucky because of lucky number three. Love. He was in love. In love so deeply and vehemently that it seemed almost ridiculous, sort of like when you skim through some cheap, paperback romance in the back of a seedy bookstore and start cackling because of the absurdity of the wording and syntax and literary devices that the author was so sure would make the reader tear at their heartstrings in agony when in truth, they just wrote the longest joke to ever exist. 

What a strange emotion love is. The most beautiful thing to perhaps ever exist. No wonder so many poets and authors and singers will harp on about love. Love this, love that. No wonder. True love is a strange paradox of being the most selfless person you can be for another person all because of a selfish desire. Perhaps that was a bit pragmatic, but it was definitely not prosaic. 

In this soft sea of blankets and pillows, the sun shines photogenically through the blinds, making golden strips on the floor that trail onto the white sheets of the bed. The entire room was blanketed in a sea of morning gold. The lighting reminded Heahmund of the canvas strokes that those romantic painters in the nineteenth century were so fond of, with their warm colors that can automatically put any man’s soul at ease. Works that came to his mind were The Ninth Wave by Ivan Aivazovsky and Ophelia by Friedrich Heyser. Perhaps it was a bit ironic to think about sweet Ophelia and how she became mad because of her love. Nevermind that. 

As the golden light trailed onto the linen, it crept onto the back of a certain someone’s head, carding its ethereal fingers across the back, making his dark umber hair shine like a halo. 

Heahmund smiled as he looked at the boy across from him. How the hell did he get so lucky? In what way did he please God for God to send him Ivar Lothbrok? Whatever he did, he probably couldn’t amount to it ever again, for goddamnit, how could he? He had all he could ever want or need right next to him, and the best part of it all? Ivar was his. His. It still felt strange on his tongue sometimes, knowing and saying that Ivar was his boyfriend, and not only knowing it, but feeling it so vehemently in every single vein, muscle, and bone in his body. He’s had numerous flings before, relationships too, but they never made him feel like this like his heart sprouted wings and is looked at as the most perfect and truest work of art in the eyes of Cupid or Eros. 

He stared dreamily at Ivar, so enraptured by his beauty. He looked like a painting. With the golden light seeping through the windows and hitting the back of his head, he looked like a beautiful painting, with his dark hair and his puffy strawberry lips. Not even real. But he was real. 

What drove him to love Ivar was his laughter, his manic gleam, his overwhelming intelligence, the way he could make him feel as if he was floating and weighed nothing, and so much more. He didn’t love Ivar because of his looks, but he certainly did not mind that part about his lover. Gorgeous fae. Dazzling Angel. He had a chuckle to himself the last time he called Ivar his angel.

“You do know that angels are just…masses of eyes and wings and rings and stuff, right? Literal Eldritch beasts? You'd go mad just by looking at them?" 

Heahmund rolled his eyes and gave Ivar a small peck on the lips. "Alright then? I go mad everytime I look at you. You're too beautiful for my mortal eyes." 

Ivar blushed, his pale skin turning a vibrant pink. He returned Heahmund's small kiss and wrapped his arms around the older man's waist, hugging him close. "Gods, you're something else." 

"I try." 

Ivar was still asleep. His thick, dark lashes fanned over as his eyes were still locked in sleep. They looked like doe lashes. One of Heahmund’s arms was thrown lazily across Ivar’s waist, filling the dip where his waist met his sides. His other arm trailed forwards, slightly, and gently brushed his finger against the lashes, feeling them tickle him slightly. He then brought his hand to trail gently across the rest of Ivar’s face. He gently moves a lone strand of hair that fell across Ivar’s face and pushed it to join the rest of that dark waterfall. He brushes his fingers across his temple, his beautiful cheekbones, and the underside of his jaw. Ivar felt that one, as he shifted a bit and Heahmund grinned. 

Bolder, he crept even closer to his sleeping angel and began to kiss him. On the tip of his nose, on both cheeks, on the crook of his neck. His incoming stubble no doubt tickled Ivar, ushering the boy to wither gently. 

At last, Ivar's eyes fluttered open. They call the eyes the windows to the soul and as Heahmund looked lovingly at Ivar's eyes, he could definitely understand why. Ivar's eyes pulled on the forearms of his soul, dragging him into an abyss of ecstatic bliss and joy. The blue looked like the blue where the sky would meet the sea. Gorgeous. Everything about him was gorgeous. Heahmund remembered that terrible day where Ivar broke down into tears at the thought that Heahmund would abandon him because of the scars that streaked his legs. Such baseless thoughts! Perfect. His Ivar was perfect.

The slits of his eyes showed the soul of the sea that took its place in his irises. In his sleepy state, his mouth formed an adorable smile as he reached upwards and gave the older man a peck on his lips. 

"This is the third time you've woken me up like this, Heahmund…"

Heahmund smiled, somewhat shyly. "I'm sorry, Love. I can't help myself." 

Ivar grinned and crawled on top of Heahmund, pinning him down with his weight. Heahmund wrapped his hands around Ivar's back, his fingers drumming on the smooth skin. Ivar started leaving feather-like kisses on Heahmund's neck, trailing down to his shoulder. 

"Oh, Heahmund…I can't help myself either." 

They stayed like that for a while, basking in each other's presence, bathed in golden light, a modern rendition of a romanticism painting. 

[niishiki]

@youbloodymadgenius​

[therealvikingstrash]

Vikings and Vikings: Valhalla Recs!

Phew, it's been a minute since I've done one of these. Now back with a new design and additional fandom! Keep in mind that this rec list is my personal taste and yours might differ. I managed to read twelve fics despite the year I had and I think twelve fics for twelve months is a good number. (list below the cut)

Crossing the Abyss by @northernxstories - E - Multi - 23,6k

A beautifully written Space AU with polyamorous pairings. The relationships between the characters are just as interesting to read about as the bigger story of their journey. And I don't think I'm biased in the least, just because I made part of the art. This story is a whole treat!

Summary: The Kattegat was a unique vessel, designed to cross the expanse of space known as the Abyss. Once a ship enters the Abyss, the stresses surrounding the vessel increased exponentially and there was no known means of navigation in the starless void. Captain Bjorn Ragnarsson, known as Bjorn Ironside for his ability to survive seemingly impossible battles, has relied often on his brothers, Ivar, Ubbe and Hvitserk, and his sister, Gyda, to crew his ship.

Ivar was determined to defeat the impossible Abyss and has heard of a scholar who has invented a method of navigation that might be able to accomplish the task. Gyda and Ivar came up with a plan to get this information and if necessary, kidnap the scientist. Once on board the ship, the scientist is faced with unexpected challenges and rewards. However, before they can attempt the journey, Gyda must face her past.

October Rust by @bouncehousedemons - T - Ubbe/OFC - 1,9k

Wonderful imagery throughout the whole fic and and a great continuation of Salt of the Earth and Sea, which I also highly recommend to read! Summary: Ubbe assumes his lover has met a grisly demise, until an unexpected reunion with his brother proves otherwise.

polish the blood and the bruise by @underragingwaves - M - Hvitserk - 4,7k

Soldier Hvitserk, veterinarian Ubbe and a kitten. All very strong points to sell this fic, but please, it is so much more! If you like military themed stories, are a sucker for angst and family bonding this fic will hit all the right spots. I love it dearly and I'm sure so will you. It's also a nice crossover with Vikings: Valhalla characters.

Summary: Hvitserk came home from war, or so they tell him. Most days, he begs to differ about whether he ever made it out of the desert.

Reactions of your Kind by @ulfrsmal - E - Ubbe/Hvitserk - 3,1k

A bit of forbidden action in a hot spring and very nice mental images being painted along the way. Kudos to the lovely author!

Summary: Plagued by thoughts and desires he shouldn’t have had, Ubbe retreated to the hot springs outside of Kattegat… and had his bath interrupted by the one person he’d hoped wouldn’t see him so weak.

Sleepy Mornings by @ritual-unions - E - Ubbe/OFC - 7k

This is a story that reads like devouring your favorite food, while savoring it for as long as possible. Tender and electrifying and Ubbe is so very in character, I love it.

Summary: Winnifred lives a sheltered life as a Christian woman in King Alfred’s court. Not truly understanding the meaning of sexual pleasure her new husband, Ubbe Ragnarsson, is more than willing to show her the path.

I wish I knew how to quit you by @niishiki - E - Ivar/Heahmund - 1,2k

To make it short, if you love the naughty forbidden church sex, old/young pairing and Ivar being a little shit, this is a must-read.

Summary: Bishop Heahmund is a man of God - yet, he finds himself unable to resist temptation time and time again.

Til the light comes back by @naps4bats - T - Emma/Canute - 5,4k

I really liked how canon was translated into modern day AU and how well it worked! It's a lovely story with all the characters we like and don't like but still love to read about.

Summary: Emma and Canute enjoy a brief romance during a power outage. A couple of weeks later, they find their real lives intertwine.

Summer Days, Summer Nights by @encomium-emmae - T - Emma/Canute - 3.5k

An absolute lovely read for this pairing, set in a modern day AU. I like me some competitive Emma and Canute duo!

Summary: During a week of mandated vacation at a beach resort, Emma encounters a dark-haired stranger. Too bad he turns out to be a first-rate jerk.

Lost Amongst the Meadow by @emma-ofnormandy - M - Emma/Canute - 1,5k

A canon compliant piece that fits perfectly like a missing scene!

Summary: Canute wakes to an empty bed and sets out to find his wife in the early summer dawn.

to look at me and think of conquest by @mercurygray - M - Godwin/OFC - 2,5k

Absolutely adore the OFC Edith and her chemistry with Godwin. This 'verse has a few more little stories on tumblr and they are definitely worth checking out in the authors #edith eadig tag!

Summary: Godwin of Wessex knew how to be useful. He’d been Aethelred’s advisor before he’d been Edmund’s; before the Danes had left he’d made himself invaluable to Canute, too. And now that the first wife had taken up residence, it looked as though she, too, was availing herself of Godwin’s offered expertise.

Godwin has also never been a man who needed help - but he won't be able to deceive the Queen on this particular matter alone.

I Will Join You by @shelivesinhermind - Gen - Leif & Liv - 641 words

Missing scene potential. Wonderfully written and the respect Liv deserved to receive after her death.

Summary: A funeral for Liv.

The End of the Beginning by toughtobeashamgod - T - Freydis/Harald - 1,1k

Directly set after Freydis kills Kåre and even though it's rated T, it's a little bit gory due to the description of blood everywhere. Nevertheless, this fic was a nice little read and fits seamlessly into the canon 'verse.

Summary: They had come so far into this new world, only for it to end so quickly.

Read and share, share and read, loves! ❤️

[vikingsbigbang]

Let's Round 'em Up!

We'd like to apologize for the small delay in our round-up post. We have now collected every fic, teaser and art in one handy post for you to find! Take a dive in (beneath the 'readmore') and please leave our writers and artists some love!

1. The Shepperd and The Lamb by @heavenlymorals, art by @nothingtolosebutweight

Category: Gen Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word count: 9,3k Warnings: none Summary: Instead of honoring their promise of sending the young heathen, Ivar, back to Norway, the royal family instead put him under the care of the warrior bishop, Bishop Heahmund, to shed his heathen ways.

2. Strife within London by @emma-ofnormandy, art by @therealvikingstrash

Category: F/M Rating: Mature Word count: 11,2k Warnings: none Summary: Determined to prove those closest to the crown are responsible for the shrinking coffers in London, Emma brings the evidence she has gathered to Canute’s attention, expecting they both would come together and make a plan. Instead, she is reminded that London has not changed as much as she had thought under the reign of her second husband and it will take a certain touch to mend the bridge that was burned.

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3. The Lost Daughter by @northernxstories, art by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog

Category: F/M  Rating: Explicit Word count: 22,5k Warnings: Character Death, Pandemic Summary: In this modern AU, Angrboda was lost to her family when a pandemic swept the world shortly after her fifth birthday. They became trapped on opposite sides of the wall that cut off the territory of Kattegat from the rest of the world. One of a dozen Sealed Territories around the world, Kattegat is assumed to be a dead city almost two decades later. When a team of scientists plan to breach the wall, Angrboda or Bodi as she is now known, schemes her way into the group with the help of her adopted sister, Sumi, and in order to do so, Bodi must hide her connection to the community. Once there, Kattegat is nothing like she expected. Faced with new information and unexpected connections, Bodi must decide if she'll remain true to the life she has built or find her home in Kattegat once again.

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4. veild the pole by @cerberusian, art by @nothingtolosebutweight

Category: M/M Rating: Explicit Word count: 6k Warnings: Dub-Con, Violence, Incest Summary: He thought he was dreaming when Ubbe came in. Ubbe had no reason to be here, except that Hvitserk wanted him here; so he must be a figment of Hvitserk's imagination.

5. Down With The Dust by @ulfrsmal, art by @underragingwaves

Category: M/M Rating: Explicit Word count: 11.5k Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, consent issues Summary: Stranded in Constantinople and in dire need of money to return to Norway and claim what was rightfully his, Harald hadn’t thought twice before pitching this idea to Leif – there were few things more delectable than admiring the raw power in his half-naked Greenlander – yet now Harald could see what bubbling rage could do… and started to doubt whether this had been a good idea after all.

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6. Pale On Pale by @bouncehousedemons, art by @therealvikingstrash

Category: F/F Rating: Explicit Word count: 6k Warnings: Violence, Gore, Character Death, cannibalism Summary: Kwenthrith does not remember going into the woods. She simply remembers waking up with an insatiable blood lust and a peculiar feeling that she is something "other". What Kwenthrith is not aware of is that she is now a succubus. It will take the deaths of many men and the ultimate test of her friendship with Judith before she realises she must either seek salvation or learn to live with her curse.

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7. Seafarer by @sigridsdottir, art by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog

Category: F/M Rating: General Audiences Word count: 3,2k Warnings: none Summary: One day Ubbe's childhood companion realizes that perhaps she feels more for him than she originally thought and only when they are separated do they see how desperately they need one another. 

[ladynightshade30]

Temperature Play (Modern A/U)

Author’s Notes: So, I think it’s pretty clear that the list I was using to inspire me is more or less being used as an inspiration for my own list. Oh well.  Anyways, this is another prompt that takes place during a possible Modern A/U where everyone is in bands, with the Lothbrok boys being metal and Eadwulf being pop. Ivar and Eadwulf are already in a relationship.

Eadwulf stepped into Ivar’s flat and pressed a kiss against his cheek. 

“Hey, Honey,” she said as she dropped her trench coat over the arm of the couch. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he answered as he closed the door and joined her on the couch. “How did your day go?”

“It went well, I managed to write two new songs for my planned upcoming album.”

“Good girl,” Ivar said as he pulled her legs across his own so he could remove her knee-high boots. 

“How are your legs?”

“Good.” 

“I’m glad. How’s your mother?”

“She’s good. She wants to know if you are coming to family dinner Friday night.”

“Yes,” Eadwulf said.

“Are you going to bring Heahmund?”

“Not this time. He says he’s going to be busy all weekend.”

“That’s too bad,” Ivar said as he ran his hands up and down her legs. 

Eadwulf made a noise somewhere between agreement and pleasure. “Yes. When are our reservations?” 

“Not for a couple more hours.”

Eadwulf hummed in thought as she settled deeper into the couch. “Wanna play?”

Ivar turned to look at her, a sly grin spreading across his face. “With you? Always. What did you have in mind?”

“Ice?”

“Sounds good,” Ivar said, laying an affectionate smack on her thigh. “I’ll get the ice. Go get on the bed in nothing but your undergarments.”

“Yes, Sir.”

That said, they both got up from the couch and while Ivar headed toward the kitchen, Eadwulf headed for the bedroom, stripping out of her clothing on the way there.

When Ivar joined her, she was already on her stomach on the bed, her legs waving in the air. Ivar grinned and quickly joined her, placing the bowl of ice on the bedside table. He reached out and slapped her rare end, earning a groan of pleasure from the redhead; before he soothed the skin with the same hand. 

“Do you want me to turn over?” she asked dreamily as he trailed his fingertips up and down the line of her spine. 

“No, I like you just like this,” he said before giving her another whack.

Ivar reached for an ice cub and slowly ran it against the buttcheck he had hit, soothing the burn. He trailed the ice up her spine and over her shoulder, licking up the melting water as he went. 

“You good?” he asked as he started making spirals on her back with the ice.

Eadwulf sighed in pleasure and nodded, only to be smacked on the ass by Ivar.

“I need words Pretty.”

“Yes, I’m good.”

Another smack. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Prince, I’m good.”

“Good Pet.”

Ivar continued drawing swirls onto Eadwulf’s back before he moved on to writing words. “Can you tell what I am writing?”

Eadwulf hummed for a moment before concentrating on what he was writing on her back. “Move. In. With. Me? Move in with me? You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes, Pet.”

Eadwulf smiled at him over her shoulder. “I would love to move in with you.”

“Good,” Ivar said, giving her a quick kiss before pressing the ice cube to her lips and pushing it into her mouth. “We can start moving you in next week.”

Eadwulf hummed happily as she looked around. “Where are we going to put Mary’s cage?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Ivar promised. “Now, roll over.”

“Yes, my Prince.” Eadwulf rolled over and placed her hands on her stomach. 

“No, hands at your sides on the bed.”

“Yes my Prince.”

Ivar trailed the melting ice cube over her nipple, circling the nub before pulling it into his mouth, causing Eadwulf to moan softly. He nipped it and pulled away as he trailing the ice cube over to her other breast, repeating the cycle. He put the ice cube in his mouth and sucked on her breast getting a groan out of her at the mix of the cold ice and his warm breath. Slowly, he pulled away and trailed a new ice cube down the middle of her stomach, tracing the edge of her panty line. She held her breath as he trailed it down to her lace covered slit. 

“Ivar,” Eadwulf moaned as he pushed the cube into her slit rubbing it against her clit. 

He chuckled and trailed it back up before sliding it inside her panties, pressing the cold object against her opening before sliding it inside. “How does that feel my Pretty?”

“Wonderful,” she gasped.

“Good to hear,” Ivar said as he repeated the action with a new cube. 

Ivar grabbed another one and slid his hand inside her panties rubbing it against her clit, smirking down at her as she cried out and arched her back. 

“Ivar!” she cried out as the pleasure became too much and she orgasmed.

“Good girl,” he purred setting the ice cube aside before crawling on top of her and rubbing his crotch agaisnt her. “Now, shall we get to the main event?”

Eadwulf made a soft noise of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. “Yes, please.”

Ivar grinned and with her help wiggled out of his pants, before sliding inside her causing them both to moan in pleasure. He started slowly before building up speed and power as he eagerly thrusted inside of her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches in their wake. He balanced on one arm and reached for the bowl of ice, grabbing one and placing it where their bodies were joined. They both moaned at the contact and that was all Eadwulf needed to fall over the edge of pleasure, bringing Ivar with her not long after. 

They lay their panting, bodies still joined, in a tangle of limbs before Ivar climbed off of her and they both crawled beneath the heated blanket. Ivar pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back.

“You alright?” he asked giving her a quick kiss.

“Yeah, just cold,” she answered as she buried her face into his neck.

Ivar nodded and reached for the remote to turn the blanket on and set the heat level to medium. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I will move in with you.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

@youbloodymadgenius

[mrsalwayswrite]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you so much, my dear, for thinking of me! ❤️

Here's my five favorites fics that I've written (at this moment 🤪):

*A Shelby Mistress series -- I had such a blast writing it and exploring the dynamics of Tommy Shelby and reader and I've just been in complete shock by how many people love it. Really, I thought like 20 people might read it but it's one of my most popular writings.

*To Call Forth Love series-- this is still a wip, but again, I'm enjoying exploring the budding and turbulent relationship of a morally gray Ivar and my sweet and innocent OC. Plus it's fun to put the Vikings characters in a modern AU.

*To Choose The Sword -- this is probably one of my most underrated pieces. And that's okay cuz Bishop Heahmund isn't a popular character but wow, I absolutely adore how this fic turned out. I'm honestly extremely proud of it.

*All That Glitters -- ohhhh the emotional pain and angst in this one. I'm not a huge angst writer but this one made me tear up when writing it. It's Tommy Shelby realizing he's too late and having to deal with the consequences of his stupid actions and how he hurt the one he loved most.

*Sinners and Saints -- you cannot go wrong with soft!Sihtric. And sweet declarations of affection. *swoon* plus making the reader a childhood friend of Osferth's was fun, giving him a moment to shine.

❤️❤️❤️

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Current WIP Breakdown

struck through things are done and up on ao3:

The Boxer - (Finan/Sihtric) will be finished tomorrow with the epilogue

Harald/Leif canon compliant series ep 01x08

Out In The Fields - Sigtryggr/Stiorra/Wolland drabbles

Wash It All Away - Finan/Leofric smut with trans Finan

The Change - Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred with trans Sihtric, first part rated G and the second rated E

Prisoner's Creed - Björn Ironside/Halfdan the Black drabble set in 4b

I Reckon You Are Only Mine - Björn Ironside/Halfdan the Black Romantic Comedy

Heahmund/Ivar ft. soft cock love

Predators - Heahmund/Ubbe ft. kindred spirits & UST

Harald Sigurdson/Ubbe Ragnarson Crossover, Modern Crime AU

In Due Time - Geraskier kneeling + feral behaviour fic based on Geralt's meditating posture

⛔TW INCEST UNTIL NEXT EMOJI Hvitserk/Ubbe fic, Hvitserk/Ubbe s6 canon divergent wannabe fic-it, Ivar/Sigurd drabble ⛔

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Moodboard: Home sweet home. 🍂🍁

Where Ivar & Heahmund are having a family together and enjoy the late summer.

Maybe this will end up in a fluff modern au. I don't know. How fucking awesome is Heahmund as a Dad? 🔥

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| Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund | Words: ~6800 [AO3] | Masterpost | Warnings: None really for this chapter. It's sweet and light with only a few hurtful memories

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Ivar ran around the apartment frantically, checking for the umpteenth time if he had placed everything the way he thought Heahmund would find it best. He wanted everything to be perfect so his beloved would feel comfortable and, in the best case, at home again.

—- It was now four weeks since they had said goodbye to each other at the airport in Dublin. Four weeks in which Ivar knew that Heahmund still loved him, and on top of that was willing to give him a second chance, and yet they hadn't been able to spend those weeks together. It was torture, especially because time had made it a point to progress only agonizingly slowly. At least that's how Ivar felt at the moment because the longing to be reunited with Heahmund was simply driving him crazy. 

He often wished to go back to that moment at the airport, to have Heahmund close by again, to feel his hands on his body, and most of all, he longed for that kind of kisses they had shared when they had to say goodbye. Ivar was annoyed that he hadn't enjoyed the sweetness of Heahmund's lips to the fullest at that time. He had simply been too surprised, too overrun by thoughts which had distracted him. 

Every now and then, he was also annoyed at himself that he had actually still gotten on the plane after Heahmund's promise instead of abandoning all plans and staying with him. But he had only really understood what had happened when he had already checked in. And then it was too late to turn back. 

Especially when he lay alone in bed at night, he hated himself for having wanted to act reasonably for once and not waste his already paid ticket. Anyone else in his situation would certainly not have cared, but he seemed to be a clown, a masochistic one to boot.

Although it was also nice to be back home, in familiar surroundings, and to have his family around him, who had welcomed him at the airport without any reproach - only with love in his mother's eyes and affectionate teasing from his brothers - he longed for nothing more than to be back in Heahmund's presence. For Ivar, every day without him was a wasted one, and he had already had far too many of those in the past year.

It wasn't as if he had little contact with Heahmund. The complete opposite was the case. They saw and heard each other every day, but only virtually. Except at night, when they were both asleep, hardly an hour went by without one of them sending a text or voice message, or even a picture, to let the other participate in their daily activities. 

Heahmund also liked it especially when Ivar called him while he was playing the piano. They didn't actively talk to each other then, because Heahmund himself was busy with stuff for his work, but they both still had the feeling of being close to each other in those moments. Sometimes they even cooked the same thing in the evening and then ate it together while face-timing, creating a sense of togetherness as well.

Ubbe once stated that they acted as if they were newly in love, and in a way it was like that.  Although they both claimed that their love for each other had never died out, that it had always remained under the surface, they couldn't deny that everything was now boiling up again. And to Ivar, it felt great. He felt alive again. Full of joy. 

To outsiders, this might seem crazy, and Ubbe often made fun of them - in a loving, brotherly way, but apart from the fact that Ivar would have preferred to stay in Ireland right away, he wouldn't have wanted to change anything about their interactions during their temporary separation.

Real contact, however, was something else entirely. Something they both missed and not a day had gone by that they hadn't talked about how nice it would be to not only be able to see and hear each other but to be able to kiss and feel each other skin on skin as well.

The time of unwanted separation was a sweet agony for both of them, but it would be over soon.

—- The sound of his cell phone stopped Ivar in his renewed round of checks. He walked over to the coffee table where his phone was lying and checked the message Heahmund had just sent him. It was a location information that showed him how far away his sweetheart still was. A quick check on Maps indicated that it would probably take another ten minutes or so before he would arrive. The knowledge that they would see each other again in only a few minutes made Ivar's heart skip a beat. To say that he was excited was a massive understatement.

With a smile on his lips and a lot of excitement in his belly, Ivar set about checking the last items for his final round of inspections. He once again checked the newly purchased food bowl on the floor, moved it to the right one last time, and decided to change the water in another bowl once more as well. Already for the third time, but for his guest of honor it should be as fresh as possible - namely Grace, who would come along.

It was the only solution that would allow Heahmund to stay longer than a few days, because even his cousin Mary wasn't eager to keep an eye on the little devil for more than an extended weekend. However, a long weekend was not enough for them. They didn't want to have to separate again right away. Another reason, of course, was that Heahmund's heart couldn't cope with the fact that his beloved cat would be alone in his apartment most of the day, missing her beloved human. The worry about Grace was also the reason why their reunion had been delayed a bit. Everything else, such as Heahmund's work, which he would now temporarily do entirely from home, they had been able to sort out quickly. What they should do with Grace, since no one dared to take care of her, had taken longer to decide.

To take her with him, Heahmund had overhauled his old car - for a lot of money - and taken on the much longer and, for him, more strenuous drive. In this way, he was able to spare Grace the flight, which he assumed would traumatize her even more with the loud noises and unfamiliar surroundings.

Ivar still had to get used to sharing Heahmund's love with a cat, but then again he found his caring very sweet as well. It made his boyfriend so much more attractive, if that was even possible.

Although Heahmund had assured him that he would bring whatever Grace needed, Ivar hadn't been able to resist buying her a few new things himself, especially lots of treats. The scars from her scratches on his arm were still visible and would probably always remain as fine lines. Therefore, he would do his best to avoid further attacks, and he planned to achieve this by bribing her with all the goodies she liked the most.

Of course, Ivar had also thought of his beloved when he had run errands. For him, he had bought treats in the form of his favorite tea and cookies, among other things that he thought would make him smile. He wanted to see Heahmund happy, so he tried his best to make that happen. The tea and cookies were already displayed in the kitchen, ready to be used, as Ivar was sure that Heahmund wouldn't say no to a freshly made cup of tea after his super-long journey. Saying no to his favorite cookies was unthinkable anyway.

After looking at the clock on his phone one more time, Ivar realized that he had about six more minutes left. He felt a bit stupid that he nevertheless already grabbed the apartment key from the hook in the hallway and went downstairs to wait the last few minutes outside in front of the front door. The pretended reason was that he wanted to help Heahmund carry his stuff anyway, but secretly he couldn't wait to finally be able to kiss him, hug him, and just look at him. Every second that he could see him earlier was therefore precious.

In his impatience, however, he had not thought to take his jacket with him. After only a short time in the cold, he bitterly regretted this. Mid-March was simply not the right time for standing outside dressed only in a shirt. To keep himself warm, Ivar rubbed over his arms and hopped a bit from leg to leg. For outsiders, he certainly presented an amusing picture.

As soon as he saw the car with the strange license plate arrive, the cold was forgotten and a broad smile stretched across Ivar’s face. Only seconds after the engine went out, Heahmund immediately opened the driver's door and wrapped his arms around him as soon as he stepped out of the car. They paused in their embrace for a moment, both pressed tightly against each other, relishing the moment, before Heahmund pulled back, smiling broadly while cupping Ivar’s face with his hands.

There was no time for big words since their lips were magnetically drawn to each other. The following kiss seemed to go on forever. The world around them plunged into oblivion. What counted was only the present moment. Again and again, they chased each other's lips, pressing them together to the rhythm of the dance of their love. Ivar snuggled up to Heahmund and held him by the waist, while Heahmund put one hand on Ivar's neck and the other on his waist. They continued what they had started at the airport, now enjoying the moment to the fullest without time pressure.

It took a reproachful meow from the passenger seat to get them to part, laughing softly because of the comedic timing.

"Someone seems to be mad," Ivar said, kissing Heahmund quickly again before bending down a bit to look inside the car.

Grace sat right by the door in her transport box, one paw on the bars, claws visibly extended. Ivar couldn't tell if this was just a threat or already a promise of revenge, because in a way she had to stay in a small box for so long because of him. He made a mental note to himself that he should better start bribing her with the treats as soon as she got to explore the apartment.

"Oh yes, she sang some songs of lament in between, but most of the time she was just sleeping," Heahmund replied, while stroking Ivar's back, unable to keep his fingers off him.

The threat of pain from another attack or the chill of the crisp March air - either one made Ivar shiver, and a moment later he felt Heahmund's arms around him, pulling him close and back into an upright position.

"Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" Heahmund asked, concerned, as he began stroking Ivar's arms, trying to warm him up a bit.

"Impatience and stupidity. I think that describes it best," Ivar turned his head to the side, gifting his beloved a smile that earned him another sweet kiss.

"Then let's quickly unpack the car so Gracie can get out of her prison and you can get back into the warmth." Heahmund placed another kiss on Ivar's temple and in the same breath gave him a slight slap on the butt, which made Ivar laugh.

"Aye, sir!"

While unloading the car, they organized themselves in such a way that Heahmund brought everything to the front door and from there Ivar took over, carrying the stuff up the stairs to the apartment. Running up and down the stairs warmed him up well, too.

At last, Grace was lifted out of the car by Heahmund, and the movement of her box made her meow lamentably again. 

"I know, I know," Heahmund spoke soothingly to her, "We're almost there, lil Gracie. I'm sorry." On his last trip to the front door, he had already called out to Ivar that he wouldn't have to come downstairs again since everything had now been cleared out.

Already when he entered the well-known staircase, Heahmund felt strange and the feeling got even stronger when he arrived in front of their former shared apartment door. The memory of the last time he stood before it instantly popped into his head. It came over him so suddenly and strongly that he almost thought he could taste the whiskey on his tongue that he had drunk copiously before closing the door behind him for - what he believed at the time - the last time.

Heahmund remembered his condition back then. Befogged by alcohol, a heavy heart beating in his chest, causing his blood to pulse through an empty shell. He still knew exactly how hopeless everything had felt, how difficult the step had been to leave everything behind. In terms of lifetime, it hadn't been too long ago, therefore the memories were still fresh.

At that dire time, he wouldn't have thought that he would ever stand in that place again, especially not with lightness and newly awoken love in his heart.

Before he could lose himself further in thought, Ivar opened the door and paused in his movement, startled, as he probably hadn't expected Heahmund to stay right in front of it.

"I was beginning to think you were lost," Ivar started talking, a bit out of breath from the effort of dragging all the stuff upstairs, and surely also due to his nervousness. "I've already prepared the litter box and filled up her food bowl. Everything is ready for her." 

Heahmund smiled at him. He thought it sweet how hard Ivar was trying to be a good host. "Well, would you let us both into your home then?" he asked, waiting for Ivar to take a step to the side to get out of the way.

"Our home." Ivar corrected before stepping aside, smiling as he watched the two enter the apartment.

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"I expected a lot of things, but somehow not this." Ivar's voice was hoarse, forcing him to clear his throat briefly. Slowly, he let his fingers slide over Heahmund's bare chest, tracing his sternum, then wandering sideways down to his hips, where he paused briefly before moving back up. Ivar smiled as he felt a kiss on his temple. This innocent gesture made his heart beat faster again, yet it had only just regained its composure.

"Is it bad? Maybe too soon?" Heahmund tried to catch a glimpse of Ivar's face, but the position they were lying in together on the couch made that impossible. He was tired from the long drive and now additionally drained from the sex they had just had. It had just happened. Unplanned, but somehow not surprising.

They had only quickly released Grace from her transport box and briefly watched as she began to suspiciously examine her new surroundings. Carefully, step by step, with her belly close to the ground.

The rest of the luggage hadn't mattered for the time being, nor had the already arranged tea. They had thirsted for kisses, not a hot drink. The first ones had been still tender, almost innocent, but each subsequent one had kindled more and more fire. Their hands had been unable to stop touching each other, exploring each other anew, ridding their bodies of the cumbersome clothing. At some point they had ended up on the couch, surrendering to their lusts there.

Gently and soulfully they had given themselves to each other, taking their time to get to know each other anew with all their senses, refreshing old memories and adding new ones. Everything had felt right and even perfect when they had connected, not only emotionally but also physically. They had once again become one, merging into a loving union as they rode the wave of happiness that came with it.

"Not at all," Ivar said quickly. "I just didn't dare to imagine lying next to your naked body so soon." He let his gaze glide over Heahmund, whose skin was still covered with a fine layer of sweat in some places. His fingers followed his eyes, drawing circles on the slightly reddened areas on his beloved's chest. Ivar felt so relaxed and just happy that he couldn't stop smiling. "You're still so damn handsome," he said rapturously, with his eyes unable to get enough of the sight. Giving in to his inner urge, he bent over Heahmund and covered his chest with tender kisses, causing a new wave of lust to surge through him, rushing into his nether regions.

"Look who's talking." Heahmund hummed with pleasure as he stroked his fingers through Ivar's loose hair. It was still an unusual sight to see his boyfriend with longer hair, but he liked it, no doubt. With a little more pressure against Ivar's neck, he directed his head upward, while he turned more to the side at the same time, chasing after Ivar’s lips. "You have no idea how many times I've lain wide awake on the couch thinking about just crawling into bed with you," he murmured between open mouth kisses, "But instead of doing so, I just ..."

"Masturbated?" Ivar interrupted him, chuckling, breaking the kiss entirely now. He looked into Heahmund's eyes for a moment before pressing closer, sensing their privates touching as he did so. He lowered his head a little and placed his lips on his beloved's neck to continue kissing him there. 

"No. I just stayed a coward and kept staring at the ceiling." Heahmund continued with what he actually wanted to say, tilting his head back to give Ivar more space. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. "I did masturbate in the shower, though," he added in a low voice, starting to grin as soon as his secret was revealed.

They shared a giggle, and just the image in Ivar's mind of Heahmund pleasuring himself while water ran down his perfect body, thinking of him, excited him even more. His hand moved down and his fingertips stroked purposefully over both of their still-soft cocks, eliciting a sweet sigh from his beloved, which he joined in.

"Give me a break, my love," Heahmund said, quite with regret in his voice, as he stopped Ivar's hand, which was already in the process of further stimulating him. "I'm really, really tired. I might need a nap to get through the rest of the day."

Although Ivar would have liked to continue, he could understand that Heahmund was worn out after his long journey. However, he couldn't resist a little teasing. "Sure, old man. I'll quickly get you a blanket from the bedroom, then you can stay naked for later, but still won't get cold." 

"That would be too kind-hearted, you little bully."

As soon as he uttered the nickname, Heahmund realized that it had been stupid to say such a thing. He had used this term a few times in the past when Ivar had lost himself in his verbal attacks during one of his many screaming fits. When rage and anger had taken possession of him. At that time he had tried to make him understand that this kind of behavior was nothing more than bullying, so he had called him one, to make him understand the seriousness of it and also how inappropriate it was that he was treating him, his boyfriend, in such a way.

Uncertainly, he looked up at Ivar. It hadn't been his intention at all to point out his beloved's past behavior or to ruin the perfect mood they were in. To his relief, however, Ivar just laughed, showing no sign that this remark had triggered something in him as he reached for his underpants and pulled them over, hiding his half-awakened cock in them. Before he could walk away, Heahmund reached for his hand, forcing him to stop in his movement, and squeezed it gently, looking up at him. "I love you."

Ivar’s lips twisted into a blissful smile. It felt so good to him, to hear those words again. "I love you, too. Much more than words could ever describe," he said, returning the squeeze in an equally tender way. He couldn't help but lean down to Heahmund once again to kiss him, making him feel how much he loved him.

He then fetched a blanket from the bedroom as promised, and when he returned to the living room, his beloved was already lying there with his eyes closed, tightly clutching the pillow on which he himself had previously lain. Smiling, Ivar took one last look at the bare bottom in front of him before spreading the blanket over Heahmund, whereupon he received a murmured thank you. He squatted down next to the couch and gently stroked the black, tousled hair. "Do you mind if I start putting your luggage away?" he asked in a whisper.

"No, go ahead," Heahmund answered in an equally quiet voice that made it clear how far along he was on his way to Dreamland.

Ivar walked back into the hallway on quiet soles, looking at the suitcases and cardboard boxes that had only been quickly put down there. He decided to start with the suitcases and deliberately walked back and forth twice, carrying them rather than rolling them to make less noise. As he did so, he also kept an eye out for Grace to make sure he knew where she was sneaking around. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally scare her.

Before retreating completely to the bedroom to unpack, he quickly went back to the kitchen and retrieved one of the many treat boxes he had purchased in advance. The sound of the crackling bag immediately attracted Grace, and she poked her head around the corner of the door, looking suspicious.

"This one's for you," Ivar said, taking one of the stinky chunks out of the bag and holding it up in the air to make it clear to her before placing it on the table beside him. "In return, please don't give me any trouble, okay? Do we have a deal?" He grabbed a few more treats and spread them around the kitchen a bit. That way, Grace was well distracted, at least for a little while, and he was able to escape the kitchen to finally get to work in his closet.

Already a few days ago, he had limited his clothes to the area he had also occupied before their separation. The more of Heahmund's clothes found their way into the empty part of the closet, the more satisfied Ivar felt. Even if by no means all the clothes his beloved owned were now back in their proper place, this was at least a start. Step by step, the hoped-for normality returned, and the apartment began to radiate something like a feeling of home again. Heahmund meant so much to him. He was like home to Ivar, and with each piece of him that returned here, this was also physically underlined.

One of Heahmund's sweaters caught his eye in particular and since Ivar was starting to get cold, he put it on without further ado, ignoring the side of his wardrobe with much more choice. He had already taken one of Heahmund's shirts with him when he had returned from Ireland, purely by accident, as he had claimed after being caught during one of their face-time dates. That he would now no longer have to rely on a piece of clothing to feel close to Heahmund made Ivar even happier. He would nevertheless still steal his boyfriend's clothes from time to time, that much was certain.

For now, Ivar pushed the empty suitcases aside. They would certainly store them later in the cellar or on top of the closet, although he would prefer to dispose of them entirely. This way he would have even more security that Heahmund would not disappear again, even if this could not be prevented only by banishing the suitcases. Ivar knew this himself. He had to prove himself, hold on to his love this time and not destroy it again. It was up to him and as he crept back into the living room, stopping briefly in front of the couch and catching a glimpse of Heahmund sleeping peacefully, he swore to himself once more that he would not jeopardize this newly received chance under any circumstances.

After emptying four more boxes, containing items for Grace, kitchen utensils, and some work-related stuff, Ivar made himself comfortable with a freshly brewed tea on the armchair next to the couch. From there he had a wonderful view of Heahmund, although unfortunately, he was unable to see his face because it was facing the back of the couch.

He briefly went through the pictures on his phone that he had secretly taken of Heahmund before, but decided against setting one of them as the new background image - he would wait for a new couple photo. Instead, Ivar opened his mother's last message and started replying to it. His family also wanted to know if everything had gone well, knowing that Heahmund was due to arrive today. 

Shortly after Ivar started a game on his phone, Heahmund began to stir, leading Ivar to put his phone aside and instead watch his boyfriend wake up, enjoying the little moaning noises he made as he did so. 

As Heahmund turned onto his back, he rubbed his eyes briefly before finally opening them.  Immediately, their eyes met and Heahmund couldn't help but grin widely.

"I've forgotten what a creep you can be." His voice was still husky from sleep, which made it all the more attractive to Ivar.

"Wait until you see the pictures of your bare ass that I posted on my social media accounts while you were imitating Sleeping Beauty." Ivar stood up from his chair and walked over to the couch. He took his still half-full teacup with him and handed it to Heahmund, who accepted it thankfully.

"The worrisome thing is that I'm not even sure if you're joking or not." After just the first sip, he handed the cup back, his face contorted in disgust. "Oh, babe. That's not tea, that's a crime against humanity. How much sugar did you use?"

"You being awake for more than a minute without me getting a kiss is a crime, and it's against the house rules as well!" 

Heahmund snorted in amusement and sat up, leaning back against the back of the couch. "You're right. My apologies." He grabbed Ivar's hand and pulled him closer, gesturing for him to sit on his lap, which he did, immediately claiming the kiss afterward. 

"How long have I slept?" Heahmund asked as he nuzzled his nose against Ivar's neck, inhaling his scent.

"Not that long. An hour and a half maybe? Do you feel better?" Ivar could almost answer the question himself, seeing how tired Heahmund still looked.

"Not really, but I assume you don't mind a relaxing rest of the day with some food, maybe a movie, and..."

"...more sex?" Ivar interjected, gyrating his hips for emphasis, eliciting a wry grin from his lover.

"I would surrender to my fate.  Without any objection," Heahmund announced, both hands already busy grabbing Ivar's buttocks, pressing him tighter against him.

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Home. 

Heahmund repeated the simple word in his mind, almost tasting on his tongue the insipid aftertaste it left in him. It was written on a sweet welcome note that Ivar had stuck on one of the tea tins he must have bought especially for him because he knew that Ivar would never buy anything like Earl Grey and all the other great classics for himself. He was simply a philistine in this field.

It was still quite early in the morning, and when Heahmund had entered the kitchen for the first time since his arrival - Ivar had made it his business yesterday to provide enough food and drinks to maintain their stamina, he had noticed that not much had changed in the room. The same was true for the rest of the apartment. He hadn't had much time to look at everything closely yesterday, but what he had seen so far all seemed very familiar.

The floor plan was still the same, of course, but not much had changed in terms of furniture or decoration either. Only a few things were new, like the piano in one corner of the living room, some pictures on the wall, and some of Ivar’s things that had found a place on shelves where his belongings used to be.

At first, it had seemed strange to him that Ivar had changed so little, even though he had lived here alone for almost a year and a half, but on the other hand, he could well imagine why he had avoided change. Besides, when Heahmund thought about it, a year and a half was not too long a time either. In terms of his entire life, he probably had been away for just a fraction of a minute.

Sometime yesterday in the early evening, when he had let his gaze wander in a quiet minute, his eyes had been drawn to one shelf in particular. Ivar had been in the kitchen cooking at the time, while he had stayed alone in the living room, cuddling with Grace, using his tiredness as an excuse not to help prepare dinner. There were books on that shelf now. He hadn't been able to make out exactly what kind of books they were, and he didn't care to be honest. What had lured him to this spot in the first place was rather the knowledge of what had once stood there and what was now no longer visible.

Once there had been bottles of various liquors on that shelf. Initially, mainly for celebrations such as birthdays, which were celebrated boisterously among the Lothbroks. There had also been a few selected bottles of red wine for the two of them after Ivar had acquired a taste for taking a sip of it during cozy evenings along with pizza and a good movie. Later, it had become his personal supply closet, from which he helped himself almost daily with progressively stronger drinks. In the end, his favorite drink had become whiskey, preferably neat.

Heahmund didn't know if Ivar had put any alcohol away on purpose, but he could well imagine it, as he was obviously trying to do everything right. At first, he had thought that seeing a couple of bottles there wouldn't have bothered him. He didn't care about alcohol anymore and could walk past the shelves in the supermarket without a second thought, or getting sweaty palms. But the more often his eyes had wandered to that shelf, even though the contents had changed, the weirder he had felt. A feeling of tightness had spread through his chest, accompanied by memories he thought he had repressed months ago.

In addition to all the positive feelings since his arrival, which Ivar in particular triggered in him, Heahmund also felt more and more clearly the burden of the past which tried to crush him since he had re-entered the apartment. Symbolically, for him, the place had become one where he had lost himself and no longer could see a future. The fact that everything still looked almost the same as before did nothing to combat these feelings. It made Heahmund uncomfortable. Faster than he had expected. For him, it was as if he saw old ghosts in every corner. Ones he didn't want to think about anymore. He didn't believe in Feng Shui or anything like that, but he couldn't help thinking that energies might be lingering in places, haunting them.

Almost every piece of their interior had a story. Some were good, others had the painful past too strongly manifested in them. Like the table in the kitchen, which he tried not to look at too closely right now.

One look had been enough, and like yesterday in front of the apartment door and at the sight of the shelf, a memory had immediately appeared in front of his inner eye, which had inevitably taken him back to the day when he had last been here. He could still remember too well how he had sat at this very table, writing a letter in which he had somehow tried to put his dark and confused thoughts into words. Hoping that Ivar would understand the reasons for his decision and, above all, that he would not hate him for the rest of his life.

Heahmund didn't regret coming back though. He was still looking forward to their new beginning, picturing a positive future for the both of them whenever he lost himself in daydreaming. A happy life with the person he loved the most at his side was all he dreamt of. 

When he asked his heart if he had found that person in Ivar, he had no doubt. He loved him as he had never loved anyone before. Even during the separation he hadn't been able to fall in love with someone else, hadn't even wasted one single thought about finding someone new. Loving Ivar just felt natural to him, as if he was born for it.

The thought that fate had brought them together, that perhaps they were something like two souls looking out for each other in each of their lives, needing each other to find their fulfillment, had come to him more often in recent weeks. He had not believed in such a thing before, but the strong connection he felt with Ivar, the intensity of the love he felt for him, all spoke to Heahmund that perhaps they were destined to be together. Even if it wasn't, it was at least a nice thought to hold onto.

A thought he also needed when asking the same question not to his heart but to his mind. The answer then wasn't so simple. It was a bit more complicated, shaped by too many questioning thoughts and also a pinch of fear. Part of him still feared that he would end up regretting giving that second chance, but the larger part, however, was optimistic or tried to be.

In a way, Ivar made it easy for him to hold on to their second try. It was obvious how much he had worked on himself. All Heahmund could see at that moment was the sweet, caring Ivar he had fallen in love with. It was easy to imagine a future together with him.

This thought was affirmed when Ivar entered the kitchen. Still looking utterly sleepy, his hair disheveled, his eyes barely open, pulling a pouty face that begged to be kissed. The negative thoughts that Heahmund had tried to suppress until just now were gone in a flash, making room for all the positive ones that Ivar triggered in him.

"Morning, love." Heahmund smiled contentedly as Ivar approached him straightforwardly, snuggling up to him from behind, leaving no millimeter of space between them. He felt the soft lips on his neck and warm hands on his belly trying to get under his shirt.

"Who gave you permission to leave the bed, huh?" Ivar asked in a sleepy voice before a long drawn-out yawn filled the room.

Heahmund felt the warm breath on his shoulder. He reached down to grab one of Ivar's sneaky hands to then bring it in front of his mouth and place a kiss on the back of it. "Did I break house rules again?" 

"That depends on the reason why you left." 

"Hunger made me do it."

"Hmm, hmm." Ivar hummed contentedly, having finally managed to get one hand under Heahmund's shirt. His hand went on a journey, stroking over the flat belly while he drove his little finger under the waistband of Heahmund's shorts. "That's forgivable. After all, I robbed you of quite a bit of energy yesterday, right?" 

"You seem to still be hungry too, huh?"

Ivar smiled against Heahmund's shoulder. He turned his head a bit, looking for the spot where no shirt was covering his lover's skin, placing an open-mouthed kiss there. "How can I not when you look like a snack, hun." At the keyword snack, his stomach began to growl as well. 

Laughing softly, Heahmund wriggled out of the embrace and turned around. Before he could lean over to kiss Ivar, he stopped him by pressing his palm against his chest.

Ivar saw it directly in the way Heahmund looked at him that something was weighing on his mind. A bit concerned, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Heahmund was confused, not knowing directly what Ivar was alluding to until he nudged his head with his index finger. 

"What's going on in there?"

"A lot."

"Tell me about it."

Heahmund smiled since it was usually his part to do this with Ivar. It touched him that he was so attentive. The pressure against his chest had eased and he used the opportunity to steal the kiss he wanted. In doing so, he urged Ivar backward a bit until his butt bumped against the table. Taking the hint, Ivar sat down on it, automatically spreading his legs so Heahmund could find space between them.

"What do you think about moving?" Heahmund blurted out after he ended the kiss.

Ivar looked puzzled, needed a moment to process the question. "To Ireland?" He asked, confusion all over his face.

Heahmund found this expression so sweet that he had to steal another quick kiss before answering. "Not necessarily, no. But I just thought if we're serious about this fresh start, we should leave this apartment behind too, don't you think?" He held Ivar by the sides, making stroking motions with his thumb.

"Is it still an if question for you?" Ivar put one of his hands on Heahmund's cheek and studied his facial expressions closely.

Heahmund shook his head. "No. The question of starting over, of course, is not. I want that very much." He pondered for a moment how to proceed, biting his lower lip lightly. "The question about moving is basically not really a question either. I want to move. No, that is not the whole truth as well." Again a pause arose, but Ivar gave him time, waited until Heahmund had sorted out his thoughts even though he was getting restless inside. The hands at his sides that held him grounded him. "I need to relocate. It feels strange to be back here if I'm honest. Everything reminds me of the past, and I don't think it's going to help us to look forward."

Ivar nodded in understanding, leaning his head against Heahmund's shoulder. His arms closed tightly around him and Heahmund followed his lead. He was not yet sure what to make of it, and it was far too early for his head to produce any clever thoughts. "Do you want to stay here in Norway then?"

Heahmund shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't thought about it yet. "I'm open to suggestions, but with your studies here, it might be reasonable to stay here for a while, and after you graduate we can always move again. It's not like we have to grow old in the new apartment."

"But we have to grow old together." 

"Yes, I would like that. Very much so." Heahmund placed a kiss on Ivar's neck and then loosened the embrace a little, looking him in the eyes while running his hands over his sides again.

Sadness was the first thing Ivar felt when he thought about giving up this apartment. He liked it, was very attached to it. But he could understand Heahmund's point of view, and in the end, it was only a small sacrifice to leave it behind, if in return he could spend his life with Heahmund by his side.

"Maybe we can look for one that has an extra room for your little devil?"

"Why? Do you want your own room for your music?"

"I actually meant Gracie..."

"Ah, yeah, right. I was aware of that, of course." Heahmund said with a laugh as he fought back the nudge to his side. He reached for Ivar's hands and placed them on his hips, leaning in for a kiss that was meant to be a small apology, but it went far beyond that. It didn't take long and the original intention of making breakfast was forgotten. Instead of clattering dishes, passionate sounds rang out as they celebrated their love and tied new memories to the table which would hopefully drown out the painful ones a bit until they would move out and, in the best case scenario, leave them behind altogether.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Akdjdjdj I don't have much of a portfolio when it comes to my fics (most of them are WIPs that I'll probably never finish 😭😭) but here we go in no particular order~

Kvitravn - Not being interrupted by Bjorn, Ubbe challenges Lagertha to a Holmgang. This changes absolutely everything. (This is my Vikings re-write for like season 4 to 6. I wanted to scrap the Civil war storyline and give the brothers each a story that fits with either their IRL figures or an idea from the show. It is on a mini hiatus right now as I wanna focus on other smaller fics but I do like what I have going so far.)

Kráka - Unable to fall asleep, Lagertha looses herself in her work and then is visited by the apparition of a certain dead woman. After his defeat by Lagertha, Ivar drowns himself in his sorrows and speaks of his woes to Heahmund. ( Lagertha is trying to convince herself that killing Aslaug was the right thing to do and ghost!aslaug is basically like 🤔. I know Heavar is not the most popular ship but I think the chemistry between the two was like a darker, more intense flavor of homoeroticism compared to Athelnar (pfft even Alex Hogh made a joke about their gayness lmao) . I'm really proud of this fic.)

Bumps at Night - Hearing many strange noises at night and noticing many strange occurrences, the sons of Aslaug come to the conclusion that it was Ivar being a menace to society. (Modern AU fic! Paranormal shenanigans and Ivar being blamed for it cause he's a fucking weirdo. It was just fun to write and I love it so much ❤❤)

Who Does Your Soul Belong To? -Though he tries his best, assimilating to the Saxons' culture is difficult for Hvitserk. Mostly because of how often his old life infiltrates his new one. (This fic revolves around Hvitserk trying to assimilate into Christianity and Saxon culture but failing in the sense that it was hard to let go of his old culture. It is based somewhat off of my own religious turmoil and troubles with assimilating to the place I live right now. It could be better but I do love it so ❤❤)

An Unkindness of Ravens - In his final moments, Ragnar thinks about those he loved and regrets everything. (This fic is the fic that started it all. My first published fic since I was like 12 and my first fic in the Vikings fandom. If it wasn't my first, it probably wouldn't be on the list but because it is, it holds a special place in my heart and I love it so ❤❤)

If anyone reads these, I hope you enjoy ❤❤✨

[dini73]

Bathtub Nonsense Part I - Heahmund & Ivar

Today I was all of a sudden captured by the idea of two loving people caressing each other in the bathtub. And then I thought further and decided it will be a short series with one chapter for each of my beloved fandoms. The title sounds more fun than chapter I is, but reflects the fun I had talking about it with @jackson--t and daydreaming. Chapter II will belong to Tommy & Alfie from Peaky Blinders, chapter III to Marty & Rust from True Detectives. Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged. Comments always highly appreciated.

Part I

Ivar felt Heahmund's cautious question more than hearing it over the pulsation of his heart and the shallow pearling of the water.

A gentle tickle, right on his temple, followed by a tender kiss.

“Better?”

He wanted to answer, but his senses were enveloped in the delicate orange / patchouli scent, and the grounding sensation of their wet, smooth bodies nestling together. Ivar surrendered entirely to the scent, the warm water, and the gently stroking movements of Heahmund’s sponge which caressed his arm repeatedly.

There it was again, the barely noticeable tickling, accompanied by a sonorous vibration from Heahmund's chest on his back:

“Love?”

And this time Ivar even opened his mouth. Answer, he thought, answer, his chest rose and sank, his lips began to tremble, I want to baby, I want to answer you, I want to tell you I am feeling better now. His wet hands clang to the cold porcelain of the bathtub, his chest rose and fell faster and faster. And then Heahmund shifted behind him, and strong arms tried to stop Ivar from spiralling further.

“Shhh, shhh I’m here, I’ve got you.”

But the trembling had moved from his lips to his whole body shaking his useless legs before they cramped.

“Ivar, you are safe.” And the strong arms pressed more; they held him together, preventing him to just crumble and fly away in billions of little, useless pieces.

“Breathe, baby, please calm down. Breath, I’ve got you, baby.”

And then a croaked, feeble

“Useless”

finally escaped his sore throat.

“No, no, no honey.”

Ivar’s head weakly fell back onto Heahmund’s shoulder and now they were rocking. Back and forth, back and forth. Yeah, that was good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Hold me.

“Listen to me!” the voice was louder now, and somewhat strict. Don’t yell, just please don’t yell. I am sorry. I am so sorry!

“Ivar, listen to me. You are not useless!”

But how could he not be? The tears were running down his cheeks, over is lover’s hands and arms before they dripped into their beautiful foamy bath. How on earth had he gotten a lover? Why was he spoiled with a foamy bath? Why would anyone waste his time with him?

“Ivar. Ivar, baby, I love you. I love you, baby. And I’ve got you. Okay? You feel that? I am holding you. I’ll never let you be alone. I am here. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby. Shhhhhhh.”

And it worked.

It always worked.

Suddenly it was as if Ivar felt solid ground beneath him again, the whirling and the storm had stopped, the clouds above his heart and mind cleared up. And he breathed and sobbed and laughed all together.

“Oh fuck” his legs were still trembling a bit, but Heahmund leaned them both a bit further down, let one arm glide slowly down and stroked them.

He was allowed to do that.

There was nothing better to soothe Ivar’s legs than one of Haehmund’s underwater massages. Jesus he was such a blessing. Ivar’s very personal rough knight with the hands of an angel.

Heahmund gently pressed a bit with his thumbs while massaging circles at Ivar’s lower leg; his body’s movements producing funny, good smelling waves.

“Yeah, fuck” Heahmund looked up at Ivar with wide shining eyes. He shifted again and his arm swooshed out of the water, both his hands now cupping Iva’s slightly red face. An angelic young face, covered in tears and snot and shame.

“Where did that come from hmm?”

Ivar’s face heated up even more and he looked down, concentrating on the silver shining foam bubbles.

But Heahmund lifted his chin and started to stroke his burning cheek.

“There is no need to be embarrassed.”

“But..”

“No. Simply, no Ivar.” Heahmund shook his head before carefully leaning their foreheads together.

“Just let me know who caused this panic attack and I will kill them.”

Which made them both snort while some tears were still running over both their cheeks.

Ivar leaned in for a sloppy kiss.

“That your way of not talking about it, hm?” Heahmund scolded teasingly and reached over to the faucet, re starting the water.

Then he pulled Ivar back with him to settle again between his legs. Heahmund dipped the sponge in the water and gently stroked Ivar’s stomach with circular movements.

The young man finally relaxed. His breath deepened and slowed down and he was enjoying it again, how he was looked after. Leaning into his lover’s strong body, Ivar couldn’t believe his luck. And before he realized the trembling in his fingers himself, Heahmund was already kneading them.

“Heahmund…”

“Hmmm?”

“Uhm babe?”

“What, sweetheart” the older one asked, not really innocently and the smile on his lips was not the only thing Ivar could literally feel.

“Heahmund, babe, really?”

Something shifted and pressed harder against Ivar’s butt.

“Asked the guy who had just given me nearly a heart attack. Excuse my old body for loving this treat between his thighs.”

“Fuck” Ivar laughed and tried to turn towards Heahmund.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t move, honey.”

“Okay….” Ivar obeyed and enjoyed wiggling his ass cheeks a bit, a huge smile now on his pillowy lips.

Heahmund embraced him once more. Only know his arms were a belt radiating nothing but love. Protectiveness too, yeah, but fuelled with pure love. No lifebelt anymore.

Ivar wiggled a bit again, provoking a content groan from the back.

“Heahmund?” he leaned back to his lover’s shoulder. Not weakly now but really pleased.

“Hmmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Ivar”.

Please read Part II (Peaky Blinders; Tommy x Alfie) here

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[therealvikingstrash]

I think hvitserk was wrong for raping that girl but in a way I think he was better than ubbe. For example when ubbe left margrethe and hvitserk take care her also if she was mad. He was so kind to her where no one elsa was😭

No, I don't think so. I doubt he would've helped a different woman in Margrethe's place. Anyone else would be dead. She was "lucky" that she let Hvitserk get his dick wet in the past. And also, he was wrong for raping the nun AND the women in Algeciras (and we don't know how many more) Don't forget those just because they weren't Saxon's.

In my humble opinion, many mistake Ubbe's choices for abuse or intentional pain inflicted on others. Meanwhile he is put into those situations by other's.

Ubbe was in a very difficult position with no one on his side after the fiasco in England. As far as he knew, both his brothers wanted him dead. Ivar, who he had basically raised and loved like his own son and Hvitserk who he loved more than anyone else, so much he shared his wife willingly with him. Ubbe was betrayed and his trust broken. He went with Lagertha and what she told him, because frankly, he didn't have many options in this situation. All the shit that happened made him numb and cold towards other's.

Torvi basically groomed him into a relationship with her (she used to be his babysitter for crying out loud!! And she still had this air of superiority towards him); he was more a father to Bjorn's children than Bjorn ever was. The reason he didn't kill Lagertha was that he didn't want to lose another brother (Bjorn). He didn't want to be alone. So he grasped for what was there. I don't think he liked betraying his mother, but she was dead and he was alive and needed to find a way to stay alive.

Margrethe had been a slave for a long time, possibly her whole life, the child of a slave perhaps. I cannot imagine the abuse and trauma she must've gone through. It messes with your mind and there are no modern doctors or therapists around, their society is NOT the same as the modern society. While they share some aspects, it is still different, obviously. There is no one who understands that those aren't demons who possess her and make her "crazy". She had horrible visions of death and was left alone with the children of the woman who- in her eyes- stole her husband. Sadly, she appeared to be a danger to Asa and Hali. Not so much to the others since she had zero fighting skills, but they couldn't leave her in Kattegat because they assumed she might've heard of their hiding place. She couldn't be roaming their hiding spot alone/unsupervised, because she could get it in her mind to walk back to Kattegat and maybe unintentionally give them away. They couldn't take her with them to England, because she could turn against them on the boat. You don't want to be in an enclosed space with a person who got massive PTSD and thinks of you as the enemy, trust me.

As horrible as it was to leave her there, they also knew Ivar was hot on their heels and she wouldn't be there on her own for long. Does that make it okay for them to put her in the pig pen? No, absolutely not. She could've been in the "house" with them, sheltered and warm. They even could've set her free before leaving, if they did it right before they got on the boat.

Yet we gotta keep in mind, none of those people knew what was going on with Margrethe and she acted strangely in their eyes. They had only Torvi's word that Margrethe tried to kill her kids and didn't think any further since children's lives are valued a lot. So they left her in chains.

Also, I think it wasn't even Ubbe's idea to put her away. I'm convinced it was Torvi's and Lagertha's idea. To humiliate her for trying to hurt Asa and Hali. I don't think Ubbe had much say in the matter and seriously, was he supposed to go against anything they decide? He had Bjorn, Lagertha, Torvi and Heahmund against him in that case- three of those extremely skilled fighters.

You don't think Lagertha would be this cruel to a fellow woman? Make no mistakes, if she wants something she sacrifices anything and everyone. She raped Harald Finehair and she killed Aslaug for no reason at all other than power play. I believe this kind of person is capable to put another woman in a burlap dress and chain her in a pig pen.

I love Hvitserk, but let's not twist the facts that he can be a cruel and non-caring bastard as well when he wants to be. And just because he is my fav, doesn't mean I let it slide to pin everything on Ubbe when he simply isn't the one at fault. He shouldn't have cheated and that one time he got aggressive towards Margrethe because of Lagertha's schemeing, was also wrong.

[vikingsbigbang]

Hourglass of Life

Artist: @losermultifandomidiot | Author: @vikingstrash

Rating: Teen And Up Audience | Word count: 1,010

Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Ivar and his carer visit the cold beach near the hospital.

Mod-Note: The digital art was created by @losermultifandomidiot for an author who dropped out of the event last minute. We decided to do a quickie-Reverse Bang so the beautiful art wouldn't be without a story.

Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang 2022 @vikingsbigbang2022

[niishiki]

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[vaire-gwir]

This is it, ladies and gents and non-binary friends, the last chapter! Behold! The moment everyone has been waiting for! Now you can finally get rid of my nonsense and my ridiculous babbling🎉🎉🎉 (6k chapters? In this economy? What the heck is wrong with me?)

Seriously though, I want to thank every single one of you for reading this story, you don’t know how much it means to me! When I started writing this story I though I would drop it after a few chapters cause no one would be interested in that, but look! 17 chapters, all the way to the end! It’s all thanks to the wonderful people that kept me going with their comments and kudos and everything. Thanks for your kindness, your patience and your support ❤️🥺 it means the world to me. Thanks @youbloodymadgenius @petite-hime @punkrocknpearls all my love to you very special people 🥰🥰 and I know I’m missing someone but if you have different username here and on ao3 I don’t know how to tag you, sorry 😭😭

I’m sorry it’s not perfect and some chapters suck, I know that 🙈 thanks for enduring them anyway. The Vikings fandom is so insanely talented, I don’t know how you put up with this thing 🙈

And to all of you that shared the ride with me, thank you ❤️ if with this silly thing of mine I kept you company or distracted you even for two minutes, then I’m very happy 🥺