#mom come pick me up their light chlorine blue eyes scare me

[nazumichi]

where’s the bna episode where shirou gets contact lenses

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: A Different Time

Summary: The Lothbrok family finds themselves in very strange and different place.

Pairing: Undecided

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A/N: This damn idea has invaded my dreams since I started the show and I really wanted to do a poc reader imagine so I killed to birds with one stone.

Waking up to an empty and quiet house is something you feel in your heart you will never be used to.

You always wait to hear your mother snoring, your younger sister singing in the shower and your little brothers watching TV.

But no noise reached your ears.

You mother was still in a nursing home, you sister is God knows where after she ran off to travel, and your brothers were both in special needs boarding schools.

You lay there in bed, thinking over your plans for the day, your vacation starts today so no work. If it hadn’t been for it being Sunday you’d visit you mother, or your brothers, but the nursing home was strict about visiting hours and you couldn’t afford the across state trip to see them.

With a grunt you got up and freshened up lazily before getting dressed in your favorite cookie monster onsie. Why get fully dressed to not do a damn thing?

You sat on the couch and settled for a marathon of Supernatural reruns, you were only half watching, looking through your phone.

Suddenly you heard a loud splash coming fro the pool, making you jump and look out the window.

There was an entire group of people in your pool, more pulling themselves from it.

‘The hell?’ you asked no one as you grabbed your bat and got the cops on speed dial before going outside.

‘Who the hell are you?!’ you yelled, trying to act as if you were not scared shitless.

None of them paid you any attention, they were all focused on the water of the pool.

With a curiosity that you hated you looked at the water and saw a person was struggling to pull themselves to the surface.

‘Oh-oh my God!’ you panicked before you jumped into the cold water, the freezing temperature shocked you but still you swam down the twelve foot deep end.

You wrapped your arms around the person and kicked your legs as hard you could to carry the both of you up. You notice that the person in your arms, while, moving their arms, was not moving their legs at all.

Finally just as your lungs began to burn you made it to the surface.

Taking in a lung fill of air before dragging the poor soul the edge of the pool, where the other trespassers helped pull the person out.

Once you were sure that had gotten out you pulled yourself from the pool and cursed the chlorine in your eyes.

Blinking away the burning in your eyes you looked at the strangers closer and saw that they were standing around the person you pulled from the pool.

It was a man, a man in strange clothes like a cosplay, he was also not breathing.

‘Shit.’ you groaned, pushing past the rest of the strangers and rushed to give the man CPR.

You pumped his chest, remembering everything from your lessons.

When still no water came up you moved and gave mouth to mouth.

Man this guy had bad breath, but that was no reason to let him die.

Finally the man began to cough up the water.

You sighed in relief before standing up and walking back over to your bat and picking it up.

‘Now that I’ve avoided seeing a dead body, who the hell are you people and why are you jumping into pools when you cant fucking swim.’ you sighed.

You realize they were all dressed in the same medieval-like cosplay outfits on, it was then you see that your swimming partners legs were strapped together by leather belts.

They had similar features as if they were all related, you see that there are five of them, for men and one older woman.

One man, you notice he looks the oldest of the men, he studies you as if you were the odd one here.

‘Forgive us for trespassing on your lands, we simply wish to know where we are, and how to find our way home.’ the man said slowly, with a thick accent.

‘If by lands you mean my backyard then yes you weirdos are trespassing.’ you replied.

‘You speak our language.’ he smiled happily.

You gave a confused look.

‘You are speaking English, clear as day, granted its like a Shakespeare play, but still English.

‘Shake what? I’m not speaking English I am speaking Norse.’ he said, looking to the others for assurance. 

‘I hear Norse, I don’t understand English.’ another man says, this one is gangly and has his long hair braided.

You were about to respond when you heard a noise in the distance.

An old engine pulling into your neighbors yard.

‘Dammit, all of you hide.’ you panicked.

‘What?’ the old man asked.

You rush to your back door and open it, gesturing them to go inside.

‘Get inside before that nos bat sees you all.’ you hissed.

If that crazy woman saw them she’d tell the whole block who knows what, and you prefer to figure out what’s going on without unnecessary drama.

Still confused they hurried inside, one of the men carrying your CPR guy.

Just as the door closed you heard your name being called.

‘(Y/N)! How nice to see you outside in the sun light.’ the old woman yelled as she approached the fence that separated your yard from hers.

‘Yeah, nice to see you too Miss Cookie. I was just trying to make sure the pool light hadn’t died and I fell in.’ you lied gesturing to your we clothes.

‘Oh I see you must be more careful, what would I tell your mother if you caught flu?’

Nothing since my Mom doesn’t even talk to you, you think.

‘Who knows, anyway I should be getting out of these clothes and into dry ones.’ you dismiss yourself.

‘Take care of yourself! And make sure to water your grass it’s looking a little brown.’

‘Thanks for the heads up.’ you fake smiled before you head back to your house.

‘Oh and your-’

‘Have a nice day!’ you yelled as you entered the house and closed the door.

You look around your living room and see all the strangers are surrounding the TV, all except the one you saved, he was on the couch but clearly just as intrigued by the screen as the others.

‘What is this?’ the gangly one from before asked, reaching to touch the screen cautiously.

A different man, the one with the most electric blue eyes out of them slapped his hand away.

‘Don’t touch it! This woman is clearly a witch, she has trapped these people in this...this strange box.’ he said.

‘It’s not witchcraft, its Television. Why are you all acting like you’ve never seen anything from this century?’ you ask.

They all turn to raise a plethora of weapons, real fucking weapons, not plastic ones they hand made. No real sharp ass swords and fucking arrows; even the  guy on the couch had a dagger aimed at you.

‘Witch!’ the woman spat.

‘There is no such thing as witches! Now could you please put the weapons away before I actually have to call the police on you freaks!’ you panic.

‘Tell us where we are!’ the man on the couch demanded.

‘Dallas Texas, in America! Where half the shit you’ve done in the last ten minutes illegal!’

‘What is the year?’ the gangly one asked.

‘What year?’ you question.

‘What year is it!’ he yelled.

‘2018!’ you answered.

All weapons were lowered, and you sigh in relief.

‘Nearly two thousand years.’ the gangly one whispered to himself.

All eyes moved from you to him.

‘Hvitserk, why do I get the feeling you know something?’ the man on the couch accused.

The man in question looked away.

‘The war was near, we were a day away from a fight that would kill mostly everyone here. Our father’s heart would break if it were still beating...so I sacrificed a fine horse to the Gods and asked them to help us fix our family.’ he confessed.

‘If you wanted to fix our family why is Lagertha here? Is she the mother you wanted?’ the couch man glared at the woman, who returned the look tenfold.

‘Of course not, Ivar, but she is Bjorn’s mother and our war is just as much with her as it is with Ubbe, even more so. I’m tired of the seeing the people I’ve known and cared for my whole life kill each other.’ the man Hvitserk said in his defense.

‘That was not your decision...brother.’ the oldest one said.

‘I did not know Bjorn, I didn’t they would snatch us away from our home and place us so far in time.’ he apologized.

Still glaring at the man apparently responsible for whatever the fuck is going on here, the oldest, Bjorn lowered his head.

‘We all apologize, for disrespecting you and your home. If you will please grant us shelter until we are able find better accommodations.’ he requested.

‘You mean let the strangers with weapons that just tried to kill me sleep over.’ sure you sassed.

‘Thank you.’ he smiled.

Everyone else followed his lead and gave thanks.

‘I was being sarcastic.’ you mumbled, but seeing their relief you couldn’t just kick them out.

‘First I need all your weapons on the  floor, I don’t like deadly weapons in my home.’ you said urgently.

With a few suspicious glances they all dropped their weapons, it was quite the pile.

‘Now that’s done let us introduce ourselves. My name is Bjorn Ironside, this is my mother Lagertha, and these are my younger brothers. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, thank you for saving him.’ Bjorn introduced.

‘That is Ivar the Boneless, and I can thank her for myself.’ Ivar added.

The two glared at each other before you suddenly realized something.

‘Wait...Ivar the Boneless?’ you asked in shock.

‘Yes...do you know of me?’ he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

‘I do...and if you are him...then that means that you all are...Oh my fucking God.’ you gasped in awe.

‘We are what?’ Ubbe asked.

‘You are Vikings.’