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autumnshighlady · 2 years ago

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 18)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: it's time to meet Beron

warnings: Night Court slander, anti Rhysand, MENTIONS OF R*PE/SA, BRIEF SA IMPLICATIONS (nothing graphic but it's still icky)

word count: 5.9k

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a/n: things are picking up again! more plottwists and turns hehe, i hope you enjoy this chapter!

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 /

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Your wrists were sweating beneath the cuffs that adorned your wrists. Every inch of your body trembled, remembering the last time you had been chained up. It was necessary, you reminded yourself. Beron had to see you as a prisoner, as much as you hated that role you needed to look the part.

The servants had put you in a tattered gown and covered your skin in smears of dirt and grime. You looked very convincing, almost too convincing. Every time you glanced down at yourself, that cold, familiar feeling washed over you - the one that made your heart stop beating for a split second and left you wondering if you were back in Rhysand’s dungeons. The servants’ eyes were sympathetic as they tied the gag around your mouth as gently as possible, quietly offering you words of comfort through your tears.

Nesta and Eris were already in the throne room with Beron. They had been in there for a few minutes, but it had felt like hours. Two of Eris’ personal guards stood on either side of you - Saeros and Ivar were their names, they had politely informed you. You wondered how many other people in the Autumn Court were secretly loyal to Eris rather than their current High Lord. At the very least, it gave you confidence that Eris’s succession would go smoothly.

Saeros, a tall male with long brown hair and a stern face gently squeezed your arm. It's time, he seemed to say. You nodded subtly, understanding. After a deep breath, you began thrashing wildly in their grip just as the heavy doors to the throne room swung open. You kicked and rocked back and forth, screaming through the gag. The guards held you firm, dragging you across the ground towards the throne. You dared not sneak a glance to the right side of the bottom steps, knowing Nesta and Eris stood there. You focused on your performance, putting up a hell of a fight. Eventually, you ended up on your knees right before the bottom of the throne stairs. You forced your eyes upwards and were met with the sneering face of Beron Vanserra.

His slender face was twisted in a mix of disgust and glee. Ageing brown hair was too slicked back, reminding you of a snakeskin. His eyes were so dark brown they were basically black - bottomless dark voids of hatred that knew new bounds. A golden crown sat upon his head, a bright red jewel in the centre of it. Bony fingers gripped the sides of his throne, knuckles white. He was sizing you up like you were his next meal, and you tried not to squirm underneath his gaze.

“Consider this your Autumn Equinox gift from me, father.” Eris’s smug voice filled the room as the guards removed your gag. “One of Rhysand’s spies, (Y/N), was found at the border. She claims she’s fleeing from him, and is seeking sanctuary.”

Beron’s eyes gleamed even more. “Is that true?”

You gulped, forcing yourself to shake slightly in fear. “Yes, my Lord.”

“And why would you be running away from your master?” The male sneered. “I don’t believe it for a second, girl. For all we know, he sent you here to spy on us.”

“He did not.” You let the tears you had summoned fall down along your cheeks. “I swear by the Mother, my Lord.”

Beron rolled his eyes and huffed. He turned to Eris as if you were no longer there. “Why did you even bother bringing her here, boy?” He growled at his son. “This is not my problem. Send her back to Rhysand, or just kill her and be done with it. I couldn’t care less.”

“I have intel.” You blurted out, remembering the angle Eris had told you to play. “Valuable intel that could change everything. I will tell you everything I know if you give me sanctuary. Please, my Lord, I beg you.”

Something in Beron’s gaze shifted, as he seemingly contemplated the weight of your words. He paused for a moment before speaking. “You’re not from the Night Court originally, are you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but the High Lord cut you off before you could form any words. “I’ve been around long enough to tell which court someone belongs to, girl. The Night Court stench that clings to you is not very strong, so you clearly haven’t been there long. You stink of flowers, so I assume it is the Spring Court you originate from?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Your eyes burned into the floor, and it took all your willpower not to glance at Eris and Nesta. They were so close, yet so far away.

“And how does a girl from the Spring Court end up as one of Rhysand’s spies, only to flee from him less than a year into the job?”

“My father was one of Tamlin’s closest advisors. When Hybern came, I was the only one of my family to survive. My entire village was gone, so I wandered until one of Rhysand’s spies found me.” You decided to leave out that it was Lucien who found you. “They took me in and kept me prisoner, my only way to have a chance at living a life was to spy for them in return for my life being saved. I trained under the Spymaster, and was sent on several small missions to Spring. I hated it, and wanted out. But one day I overheard something…” You shook your shoulders, letting your voice trail off.

“Go on.” Beron snapped with little patience.

“Apologies, my Lord.” You continued. You could feel Nesta and Eris’s gazes burning into you as you put on a performance. “The Spymaster and Rhysand spoke of a weapon, a Made weapon. One that the High Lord could use to claim the title of High King and take over all of Prythian.”

Beron’s face went red with anger, and you resisted the urge to chuckle. His hands gripped the throne so tightly you were surprised it didn’t shatter.

“Father, if Rhysand intends to seize that title–” Eris spoke up but was cut off.

“I’d sooner spend a thousand years being tortured in Hel before I kneel to that half-breed scum!” Spit was practically flying out of the High Lord’s mouth as he yelled, outraged. “I will slaughter him and his entire court before I let him take my own!”

You finally caught a glimpse of Eris as he left Nesta’s side and walked up the steps to his father. You willed your cheeks not to flush as you caught sight of him. His deep red tunic was clinging to his frame, a pattern suited for none other than royalty. His hair was pulled back in a simple braid, with a few loose jaw-length strands framing his face. Eris whispered something in his father’s ear, but he was so quiet even your fae hearing could not make out his words. Whatever he said worked, as he retreated back to Nesta’s side and Beron began to calm down. His face returned to its normal ashy colour as he settled back into his throne.

“Now, why would Rhysand becoming High King make you run away?” Beron asked, all too calmly. “Surely you’d benefit from it, being a member of his court after all.”

“Because when he found out I knew, he imprisoned and tortured me.” You didn’t have to fake the tremor in your voice this time as you recalled the cold dungeon.

“And yet you got out.”

“They let me out to complete a mission, and I used it as an opportunity to run.”

Beron’s eyes narrowed, and fear churned in your gut. If he did not believe you, then this was all for nothing. You silently pleaded for help, yet you weren’t even sure to whom. All you could think of was keeping your racing heart from exploding out of your chest.

“She’s telling the truth, father.” Eris piped up, as if he had heard your pleas.

“And how do you know that?” The High Lord’s voice was dry and bored, which worried you even more.

“I noticed fresh wounds on her back when I found her.”

“Show me.”

At Beron’s command, Eris stepped towards you. You met his amber gaze, which was stone cold. It lacked the warmth that had been present a few hours ago in the dining room. This was the mask that Eris had worn for centuries. You had never quite gotten used to it, to how easily he slipped in and out of his guise.

Eris nodded at the guards, who turned you around so your back was facing the throne. Before you could register what was happening, the prince’s slender hands gripped the neckline of your dress from behind and pulled. A loud ripping sound echoed throughout the room as Eris pulled your dress in half, exposing your wounded back. Shame rushed through your veins as you felt the cold air on your backside, which was clearly on display to the High Lord now.

You whimpered, not entirely for show as embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Beron stared at you for what you thought was too long before the guards turned you back to face him. “He did a number on you, girl.” Beron chuckled humourlessly. You could tell by his tone that he almost admired the bloody artwork on your back. Beron Vanserra was no stranger to amusement from torture - that you knew.

“My Lord,” Nesta’s voice spoke up like music to your ears. “You called me in here to display my powers, did you not? May I suggest we get on with it?”

You tensed at Nesta’s brazen challenge. It was stupid to speak to the male in such a tone in his own throne room, and you half expected him to simply scoff and smite Nesta to ash right there and then. But instead, Beron simply huffed. “Very well. Impress me, Nesta Archeron, and I shall allow you to marry my eldest son. If not…”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence for it to be understood that it was a threat. For the first time, you glanced at Nesta. Her hair was neatly braided as usual, and she wore a dark red gown bearing the same pattern as Eris’s tunic. It had a high neckline and long sleeves, a thousand times more modest than anything in the Night Court. Yet it suited her, and brought about an elegance that enhanced her beauty even more.

Nesta only nodded, and the guards hauled you off to the side. Nesta took your place at the bottom of the throne, smoothing her skirts. For a second, her gaze fluttered to Eris, who gave her a reassuring nod. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. When she opened them again they glowed silver, and you noticed Beron sitting forward in his seat. Silver flames began to whorl around her fingertips, dancing like leaves in the wind as they scattered throughout the room.

Nesta’s entire body began to glow as more and more fire poured out of her. You glanced at Beron again, seeing panic in his eyes as the flames rushed towards him. They leapt over him like a wave, and it was only a few seconds before you felt another wall of silver fire headed towards you and your guards. Yet you did not feel any fear, only a deep sense of trust that whatever happened, Nesta’s flames wouldn’t hurt you. They cocooned around you, trapping you inside them but never touching you. Through the flickers, you could just make out the same thing happening to Eris, Beron, and everyone else in the room. Nesta had bathed the entire room in her silver fire, yet did not harm a soul. It was to exemplify control, to show Beron that she could manipulate the magic to do whatever she, or Beron, wanted.

The noise of the flames was not a harsh, crackling noise like most fires. It was soothing, like the tide of the ocean or the rush of wind on a summer’s eve. The flames danced and sang to you, a force so strong you could practically hear words emitting from them in an ancient tongue.

After a few moments, the flames retreated to Nesta’s side. Like a tsunami, they pulled in behind her glowing figure and arched over fifteen feet in the air. Everyone’s mouth was agape as the flames moulded and shaped themselves into a dragon’s head identical to Athariel’s. Nesta remained glowing at the base of the dragon’s neck, its head arching above her like a protective dog. She was completely and utterly still, as if her mind was both present and relieving the memories of an ancient god from a millenia ago at the same time.

You swallowed thickly, emotion overcoming you. Months ago, Nesta had been too afraid to summon even a flame. Now, here she was, shaping her fire into majestic serpents with full control over them. You were proud, but couldn’t help the pang in your chest. Nesta had faced so many challenges while you were stuck in a cell, unable to witness her growth. It was time you could never get back.

Without struggling, the silver flames retreated, fading into Nesta’s fingertips as they went out. When she opened her eyes again, they were their normal shade of grey. You looked around, expecting to see a room scorched. But there was no damage - the flames did not burn anything.

The room is utterly silent for a few minutes, Beron’s expression unreadable. Even Eris was shuffling on his feet, nervousness apparent. Finally, the High Lord spoke. “Consider me impressed, Nesta Archeron.” His voice was suspiciously kind, and both you and Eris blinked in surprise at the same time. “And consider yourself having my blessing for this marriage with my son.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Nesta said, bowing her head.

“Wonderful.” Beron clapped his hands together. “We shall have the wedding in two months' time, and (Y/N)’s wedding the month after.”

Every bone in your body froze. “What?” Was all you managed to stutter through your dry throat.

Beron smiled, an unsettling gesture. “I accept your request for sanctuary in exchange for information, as the intel you provided is crucial in the survival of my court.” He said smoothly. “Yet you seem to have a habit of bouncing between courts, so I will assure that you remain here where I can keep an eye on you. You shall be marrying Melgorm, my second youngest son. You are from a respectable family, are you not? You should be honoured at the chance to marry someone from a royal bloodline.”

You glanced over at Eris, whose mask had fallen entirely. His face was one of pure horror, panic settling over his amber eyes. You weren’t sure if you were still breathing, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. You had heard stories of Eris and Lucien’s brothers, none of them good.

“Have chambers prepared for the lady.” Beron ordered the guards. “You will all be staying here as wedding preparations are made. This meeting is over. Congratulations to the happy couples.” The High Lord’s smile was one of pure evil and gloating as he drank in your distress.

You felt numb as the guards dragged you to your new chambers, locking the door behind you as you entered the room.

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Over the next half hour, you scrubbed the dirt off your skin in the bath and changed into a soft, gold nightgown. You had hardly felt the scalding water, nor the harsh scrapes of the brush as you tried to scrub away the memories of that entire interaction. Every time you thought about Beron’s smiling face as he announced he was marrying you off, you felt ill.

You had not been naive growing up – you knew most marriages between noble High Fae families were arranged and as a result, often loveless at best. But you remembered the haunting fear in Lucien's eyes as he cried to you over the cruel things his brothers had done. You had accepted long ago that you would likely not marry for love, but this… this would be worse than a loveless marriage. It would be a whole new kind of torture.

As you sat lifelessly on the bed, a sharp gust of air swirled behind you, causing you to spin around. You yelped in surprise as you were met with Nesta and Eris. “Dammit, don't do that,” You hissed. “You made me jump out of my skin!”

You expected a witty comeback from Eris, but none came. His face was grave, and Nesta’s was filled with rage. They were both still dressed in their attire from the meeting. “I’m so sorry.” Eris blurted out. “I had no idea he would do that. I swear by it.”

“I believe–” You tried to speak but Eris continued rambling.

“If I had known he was going to do that I would have never–”

“Eris!” You practically yelled. “I believe you. It’s not your fault.”

The prince’s eyes were glassy as he walked around the bed and kneeled in front of you. He took your hands in his own and pressed his forehead against them. “Forgive me.” He muttered.

“Eris,” You said softly. “It’s ok.”

Amber eyes gazed up at you, even as his hands still tightly clung on to your own. He did not rise from his kneeling position. “No, it’s not.” He said. “You don’t know Malgorm. He is the worst of all my brothers. He makes my father look like a bunny rabbit.”

You felt the bed dip behind you and a familiar hand rubbed your shoulder. Nesta’s presence steadied you as she sat behind you, the warmth of her hand easing the shock from your body.

“Malgorm does not view females as people, but rather toys for his own personal amusement.” Eris continued. “None of his lovers have been his on their own free will. He does not hesitate to inflict pain on them, humiliate them, force himself…”

“Eris…” Nesta warned, her hand squeezing your shoulder even tighter.

“My point is, my father knows exactly damn well exactly what kind of monster his second youngest son is. I strongly suspect he wants to marry you to him because he hopes that he’ll kill you or just lock you away somewhere. That way he won’t have to worry about you becoming a problem.”

“So how do we stop it?” Nesta asked, her voice sharp like razors.

“We can’t.” Eris sighed, resting his chin on your knee. “Not while Beron is alive.”

“So then we kill him.” Nesta argued defiantly.

“If it was that simple don’t you think I’d have done it already? No, it takes planning. And time. Time to ensure that when I overthrow him, we for one, have a cover story; and two, have enough people on my side that there won’t instantly be a coup.”

You gently untangled one of your hands from his and then combed your fingers through his silky hair. “It’ll be ok.” You reassured him as you stroked the locks. “Plans change all the time. We just have to adapt.”

Eris sighed, closing his eyes and ever so slightly leaning into your touch. Nesta leaned forward gently and rested her head on your shoulder, sighing deeply. “This is bad.” She muttered. “This is really, really bad.”

“Yes,” You said firmly, heart fluttering at her and Eris’s closeness to you. “But we can’t change the past, so now we just have to figure out how to move forward. Eris, how much power is needed to take down a High Lord?”

“A lot.” The Prince mumbled.

“No shit.” You snorted. “Between the three of us, do you think we have enough?”

“Two of us.” Eris corrected. “You’re taking no part in this.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You haven’t trained your powers,” He said firmly. “It’s too risky to have you anywhere near this when it goes down.”

You scoffed, furious. “So I’m just supposed to stand by while you two risk your lives killing a High Lord? No, not gonna happen.”

“Dammit, (Y/N)!” Nesta snapped, silencing the room. “We just got you back. We’re not losing you again.”

You went quiet, tears welling in your eyes. You hated feeling useless, shackled down by your inability to be like everyone else. But deep down you knew they were right. Frankly, you weren’t even sure what you could do with your powers, let alone how to wield them. All you’d done is accidentally explode a mountain cave, and you didn’t even know what you were doing.

The Archeron sister inhaled deeply. “Eris and I will take care of Beron, end of story. Now, when we were still in the House of Wind, you said you had more planned for the Night Court.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Although frankly the rest of it was just vague ideas, I wasn’t even sure we’d make it this far to be honest.”

“Ye of little faith.” Eris chuckled, patting your hand. “So, little fox, what else is in this master revenge plan of yours? Was burning down the Inner Circle’s houses not enough?”

“No.” Your voice was firm. “That was just the beginning. I want to make sure their entire court knows how horrible they are. I want them to lose all their power.”

“And how do you plan on that?” The male beneath you asked, still resting his head in your hand.

You took a deep breath. You hadn’t uttered a word of this part of your plan to anyone, even Nesta. It had always seemed too big, too far away to be realistic. But it was here. You’d made it this far. “The women in the Night Court who don’t live in Velaris have suffered for too long.” You began. “I want to help them, to show them that just because their High Lord doesn’t care about them doesn’t mean others don’t. When Beron is overthrown, I need things in Autumn to change, Eris. I want this to become a court that’s safe for women, where they won’t have to worry about being mutilated or sold off like livestock.

“We can bring the Valkyrie training program here. Teach women how to fight and defend themselves if that’s what they wish. Create a village for females who have been traumatised by males and want to live in peace. Like the Library in the House of Wind, but less isolated. Once word gets out, we offer sanctuary to any females suffering – from Night Court or any court. Once the females start leaving Night, the males will turn on each other. The entire court will crumble.”

The room was silent for a minute before Eris spoke. “My dear, changing the ways of this court will take time…”

You cut him off. “No. That’s Rhysand’s exact excuse. You will be High Lord, Eris. Your word is law, and you can write and rewrite them as you wish. Anyone who opposes you can face the consequences. Make an example of those who oppose the loudest.”

“But then he’d be just like Beron.” Nesta protested.

“Beron used his power to enforce laws of hate,” You countered. “To make people's lives worse. You can use it to make them better, even if it's at the cost of some of the uptight males.”

You heard Eris chuckle into your leg, his amber eyes glinting. You yanked on his hair, not missing the way his throat bobbed. “What’s so funny?” You demanded.

“You’re just so sexy when you’re plotting revenge and the downfall of an enemy court.” Eris purred, rubbing your thigh ever so slightly with his hand. Your skin tingled beneath his touch, and you felt yourself heat up at the contact. Nesta chuckled, her sweet breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. With your mate behind you, her lips so close to your skin, and the silver tongued Autumn prince still kneeling in front of you, the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.

“Speaking of sexy and plotting revenge, there’s someone who I think could be of great use to this plan.” Eris continued.

Nesta frowned. “Who?”

Eris smirked, lifting his head and nodding towards the empty corner of the room. The darkness began to shift, familiar shadows curling to the side to reveal a dark set of leathers, accompanied by a pair of leathery wings and hazel eyes.

The Spymaster of the Night Court.

“What the fuck?” You practically yelled as Azriel stepped into the light. Nesta’s arm went in front of you protectively, her eyes smouldering.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Azriel said quietly, his scarred hands at his sides. “I’m working with Eris.”

“You… what?” You sputtered. Nesta was utterly still, like a lioness poised to strike at any second. While Azriel had refused to kill you and disobeyed Rhysand’s orders, you couldn’t forget how he grabbed you and put you in that cell. How you’d seen that dark side of the shadowsinger that everyone in Prythian feared.

“He and I began working together right before we rescued you.” Eris explained. “He told us where you were, and we began meeting in secret after that.”

“Why?” Your answers were limited to a few words, as you reeled with shock.

“Rhysand has been very shaken up by your escape,” Azriel spoke softly, trying to appear in the least threatening manner possible. “I wanted Eris to know if he was planning retaliation, so I’ve been reporting his movements.” The same mission he gave you to do on Tamlin.

“But… why? Why go through all of this for us?”

The shadowsinger shifted on his feet, swallowing thickly. “Because what I did… what I let happen… it was wrong. All of this was wrong, handled incredibly poorly on my family’s part. I know apologising will not mean anything, and it shouldn’t. I’ve done nothing to earn your trust, but I hope I can soon. I want to help you.” He glanced between you and Nesta. “Both of you.”

“You’re committing treason, Azriel.” Nesta said lowly. “Rhysand will kill you if he finds out.”

“He won’t find out unless I want him to.” Azriel said confidently. “And I can take care of myself.”

Eris piped up. “Azzy has been very useful to me. Rhysand thinks he’s spying on me, it’s quite ironic. We’re a fantastic pair if you ask me.”

The Illyrian rolled his eyes, but didn’t snap back like you had expected. Last you checked, the pair hated each other. Their allegiance was surprising, but opened up a whole other world of possibilities for getting into Night.

“I have something for you.” Azriel reached into his pocket, pulling out two neatly folded pieces of paper. “From your friends.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling Nesta do the same. You both missed Emerie and Gwyn terribly, and you found yourself plagued by guilt of leaving them behind. You grabbed one of the letters while Nesta grabbed the other, and began to read.

Nesta, (Y/N), Azriel told Gwyn and I everything. I am so sorry we couldn’t protect you, and it makes me sick to think about what Rhysand was doing to you, (Y/N). Things are going badly here – the training sessions have mostly been disbanded, Cassian is too unhinged right now to be around the priestesses. I think Rhysand is suspicious of us too, thinking we helped you somehow. I hope you’re both safe in Autumn with Eris. Azriel says we can hopefully visit soon, maybe we can move in with you guys haha. Thinking of you both, Emerie.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you looked over and saw Nesta’s doing the same. “Emerie said Cassian is….unhinged.” You said carefully, noting the female tense behind you. “What does that mean?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes shifted to Nesta. “There’s a lot on your plates right now, we don’t need to make it worse by discussing Cassian…”

“I would like to know.” Nesta said firmly, her voice monotone. You reached down and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze.

Azriel took a breath before replying. “He’s angry. Murderous. He would never hurt the priestesses, but he’s surrounded by a cloud of rage that terrifies everyone around him. He’s picking fights in the war camps every day, beating asshole generals half to death to let off steam. None of us can get through to him, except Rhysand. I fear he will snap and fly to Autumn to try and take Nesta back, he’s convinced himself she’s being held here against her will.”

“He can’t do that.” You blurted out.

Eris scoffed. “He can try. My father would love that, actually. The brute would be breaking a ton of rules and would be forfeiting his life by doing so. We won’t let anything happen to you, Nesta.”

You went to speak, but Azriel quickly shushed you. The room went still as tendrils of shadows scurried back to the spymaster. “Someone’s coming.”

“Here?” You whispered, confused.

“Yes, it’s your fiancé.” Azriel hissed. “Nesta, Eris, come here.”

Without a word, your mate and the Autumn Prince scurried over to the spymaster. He held out his arms, and Eris snorted. “You want a hug right now, bat boy?”

“Shut up. My shadows can shield us. Quickly.”

Eris rolled his eyes, but stepped into Azriel’s arm. Nesta did the same, eyes wide with panic. Shadows began to engulf them as they blended into the darkness. Within seconds, they had vanished entirely just as the doorknob began to turn.

The door swung open harshly, revealing a tall male who was unmistakably a Vanserra. He had a stocky build, a wide face with glowing amber eyes that were too close together for your liking. His red hair was short, slicked back in the exact same way Beron’s was. He wore elaborate armour that reeked with the faint stench of blood. Your blood chilled as he let out a sickly smile that reminded you of a demon. A golden tooth glinted in the candlelight, illuminating a white scar through his lip that spanned across the lower half of his face.

“Well, if it isn’t my lovely bride to be.” His voice was like a snake – smooth and charming, yet unmistakably dangerous.

“Malgorm.” You said evenly, standing up. You backed up, trying to put more space between you and the imposing male in front of you. That only egged him on more, as he took another large step towards you.

“The one and only.” He rubbed his hands together, sizing you up as if you were his next meal.

“What are you doing here?” You fought to keep the tremor out of your voice.

He shrugged. “I came to inspect my wife, of course. To see what I’m working with.”

Inspect. His choice of words chilled you. He truly saw you as an object, like you were a shiny new toy he was going to decide if he liked or not. There was a hunger in his eyes that scared you, one that looked like it was a bottomless pit, never satisfied. “I take it you’re a virgin?” He continued casually.

You lied. “Yes.”

Malgorm hummed in approval, walking around to your side of the bed. You stood your ground, despite every instinct telling you to run for the hills. When he reached you, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and pulled it towards him, eyes unabashedly going to your bare chest beneath.

Disgusted, you slapped his hand away instinctively, not thinking of the consequences. Malgorm let out a low growl and grabbed you by the throat, slamming you into the wall. Your head screamed at the impact, but your throat was too restricted to let out a gasp. He was like a feral beast, breathing heavily in your face like a hound salivating before a piece of fresh meat. He leaned forward, dragging his crooked nose along your neck and inhaling deeply. You whimpered – not in arousal, but in fear. You wanted to kick, scream, anything, but you felt frozen.

And Malgorm knew it.

He chuckled, biting your ear hard enough to draw blood. You winced as the liquid trickled down your neck. “I’m going to have fun with you.” He purred in your bleeding ear before finally letting you go just as the edges of your vision went blurry.

You fell to the floor, gasping for air as he turned to walk away. Your entire body trembled, and you felt like you were going to be sick.

“Until next time, my lovely.” Malgorm quipped before slamming the door behind him.

The second the male’s footsteps went out of earshot, the shadows in the corner quickly disappeared, Nesta and Eris shooting out from behind them like a rocket. Fury consumed Nesta’s features as she crouched down beside you and put a hand on your back. Her eyes glowed faintly as she spoke, and you noticed she was breathing heavily as if she had been struggling against something. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” She growled through her teeth.

Eris gently knelt on your other side and pulled a cloth from his pocket. He pressed it against your breathing ear while examining the forming bruises on your neck and the back of your head. It stung, but you barely felt it.

Azriel stepped forward, the disgust written clear as day on his face. “That’s who Beron is marrying you to?” He gaped, echoing your thoughts.

“Not if I can help it.” Nesta hissed, rubbing small circles on your back. “I don’t care what I have to do, I am not letting this marriage happen.”

“Neither am I,” Eris spoke cautiously, gently wiping the blood off your neck in soothing strokes. “But we have to be smart about this. We can’t just kill him randomly one afternoon, especially not before we deal with my father.”

You let out a sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. Nesta wiped them away with her sleeve, which only made you cry harder. Every time you thought you had escaped something bad, it only led to something worse. At this point, you were more scared of being held captive by Malgorm than Rhysand. At least you were pretty sure the High Lord of the Night Court wouldn’t rape you.

As Nesta comforted you and Eris tended to your wounds, you looked up at Azriel. You expected to see a look of disgust on his face at the sight of the three of you cuddled up together on the floor. Admittedly, you had no idea what to call whatever was going on between you all – you were mated to Nesta, who also had feelings for Eris, something you shared in common with her. Yet you felt no jealousy, no anger that your mate blushed whenever the male complimented her. You had assumed Azriel would find it strange, but there was no distaste on his features as he stared down at the three of you. There was something else behind his gaze, a mixture of regret, contentment, and something else you couldn’t place.

The shadowsinger’s deep voice filled the room, quieting your sobs. “I will help you get out of this marriage, (Y/N), if it’s the last thing I do. Whatever you need me to do, you only have to ask.”

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alicedopey · 3 months ago

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So I've been thinking about writing for Vikings.. For a dead fandom that many people do not care about anymore. Minus a few people, give or take anyway.

I don't know if it will be based on the historical time or a modern time yet. A detail I'm indecisive about.

But I do know that I'm going to have more than one character in the story (with face claims).. I know not everyone likes original characters, which is fine, but I think it would be complicated to leave a lot of their details blank like you would for reader characters as they are. Because, I was possibly thinking of certain characters - like the Ragnarssons, having their own girl rather than fighting over one girl like they did in every season of the show. That always bothered me whenever that happened too, but that's just me. I'm not sure about Sigurd, since I don't know if he'll end up living or dying in my story. So I have girls for Ivar and Hvitserk. I'm still figuring out what type of girls (physically or personality) Ubbe, Sigurd, and maybe Bjorn might like. I'm stuck on those details now.

Basically I have vague concepts for my story at this moment. And, well, I don't know what to do yet..

It's not easy being motivated to write for a quite inactive fandom, I admit. But I realize that each time I sit down and write a fic about Vikings, it feels like home. Those characters, as wild and dangerous as they might be 😅, are my safe place. So yes, you might not get thousands of feedbacks but believe me, this fandom is one of the most supportive I have ever met and the few feedbacks you will get, they will make you feel all warm inside.

Now about your story. It sounds very promising. I have never written with original characters but I admit I have considered it. You are right, it's better if you want to have different types of readers and if you have a vivid image of how you want them to look like. I feel like you could start a very interesting AU story if you choose the modern path, something like a second chance AU where every Ragnarsson goes through some changes in their lives and meet a new woman at the same time (or maybe someone they know already and see in a new light). Again, I agree with you on the fact that they should fall for a different girl. It was really annoying to watch them all lust after Margrethe as if she was the only woman to cross their paths. You could even make them very different in age, physical appearance (race, shape, size, height....), personality, family status (widow, divorced, single mother...) It is truly exciting.

Just remember first and foremost that you write for yourself and that the only one who should be happy with this story is yourself. Others liking it is just a bonus. Don't hesitate to ask again, I love to talk about those things and of course, do not hesitate to ask other fellow writers.

Hope my answer gave you what you were looking for ❤️

#anons asks #asks answered #answered asks #sweet asks #vikings #writing #on writing

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sols-garden · 2 years ago

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Mafia AU

Authors note: Im gonna post something not related to Folantius, and will probably do so for the next few posts! TW for Violence, Cursing, Gun and Knife Violence, Fire, Mentions of Kidnapping, and Death. This is based off a roleplay I am doing so i hope you enjoy and there should be a pt 2 by Thursday!

Azrael Sandalia, his dads Ivar and Dai, his sister Erika, and his adopted brother Eros Loniya/Sandalia, Killian Murphy, and Verossica Arno had arrived at the scene to save Axel and Zane from certain death. Zane Crawford, a Soldier in the Sandalia Family Mafia, was the lover of Azrael, the Underboss of the Sandalia Mafia. He was someone significant to him and someone the Sangria Sisters, Veronica, and Selena, did not like.

Axel Sandalia, meanwhile, was the son of Ivar Sandalia, the head of the Sandalia Family Mafia, and Dai Shore, a Capo of the Sandalia Family Mafia and the second most powerful Archangel. On the other hand, Axel was someone the rivals wanted to make into an influential member, significantly since Veronica believed she should’ve had a child with our lovely Archangel Dai. They took the child as revenge for the kidnapping of Eros, who got abandoned at a warehouse, according to the Sandalia Family.

Anyways, the Loniya Family and the Sangria Sisters had kidnapped the two of them, so the Sandalia Family went after the people they cared for. The inner circle had wanted revenge for the kidnapping of their kin and would kill anyone to get them back.

As they approach the hall where Zane and Axel are rumored to be, guards stand at the door down that hall. Inside that door would be Axel and Zane. The group heard bickering between the two, not with each other but with someone else. They were still determining with whom, though.

From there, Killian and Verossica would turn into their wolf forms. Verossica would take the form of an endangered Red Wolf, while Killian would take the form of a snow-colored white wolf. They then both sprint down the hall and quickly take out the two guards down the hall, biting their necks and all. They would lay dead on the floor as Killian signals for the rest to break down the door. They would all rush down the hall and burst into the door. There, they would find someone questioning the two. It looked to be Justin, the boss of the Loniya Family.

He would then attempt to call for backup, but Zach would kick the radio out of his hand and kicked it right into Erika’s hands. She then melts it with her fire breath and smirks, “Now that was some good work.”

Axel then somehow stands up in the chair and kicks Justin directly in the groin, causing him to fall in pain. Azrael would then get behind the leader and slam his head into the ground. The pain would knock Justin out. The Family then unties Axel and Zane from their restraints, and Dai makes a portal home. Axel was very iffy about going home. They had told him they could give him more power, so Axel didn’t want to leave. As he tries to fight his family, Dai says, “With us as your family, you have all the power in the world. Without us, you might be weaker than before. Dragons are stronger together, not apart.” Axel then sighs and says, “You’re right, Mom. I apologize. I will go home so I don’t bother you all.” Axel goes through and goes home, while Zane tells them, “ I will stay and fight.” Dai tries to explain to Axel that he misunderstood his statement, but he is too late to get to him as he has already gone through the portal.

They then exit the building and come upon a celebration between the Sangria Sisters and the Loniya Family’s inner circle. They had set up a party outside to celebrate their accomplishments against the Sandalia Family. Then, out of the shadows, the Sandalia Family would appear. They would then get ready to fight this large crowd of people. One by one, they would take every member out. Then, out of nowhere, the Sangria Sisters would take on their griffon forms and take everyone out. Injuring whatever they could.

As everyone fell to the ground, Azrael would shoot at the griffons. He was seemingly getting more and more mad at the pair of sisters. If he was angry before, he was even more pissed now. He keeps shooting at them as he attempts to take them out. As soon as they took out Axel, he snapped.

“The hatred in his eyes took me by surprise,” Those words came to Selena’s mind when she saw Azrael standing there, guns in hand. His dads had been hurt, along with everyone he had cared about. He is shattered internally, broken inside. The stress these people had put him in pushed the man over the edge. He couldn’t take it anymore. His fear for his ex-fiance Selena and his ex-future sister-in-law Veronica had vanished in that instance. He felt power over himself. He knew he had to do something, and at that moment, he would do it.

He would proceed to pull his guns out at the women as they morphed into their griffin forms. They would dodge and weave from the bullets as he yells at them, “Stop fucking moving!!” As his guns would barely do any damage to the griffin-morphed women, Veronica and Selena, he would get even more pissed.

So then he decided to do the unthinkable. Something that no one would ever think of him to do. Dai and Ivar look up, super injured, to witness- blue fire in Azrael’s hand?? Sarah would feel a shiver run down her spine as she saw the fire in his hand as he took on a new form. Now, she feared him as scales ran along his jawline, forehead, and neck. Blue and black, to be exact. He had slightly curled horns on his head. A tail swinging from side to side.

“You know why they call me The Flame, right? I take on a blue flame, unlike the rest of my family. Meaning I am the strongest of my family. I can take a life in an instant with this fire. You fucked up. You took my brother, you took my dad, you took my lover, and now. Well, I’m going to take what means most to you. Your wings. Your life. Your family.” He chuckles, his eyes slit as it takes on a dragon-like look. He stares right at them, his eyes piercing their soul with his anger.

He was ready to take them out at any cost. He was prepared to go guns blazing now that he didn’t give a fuck in the world if he hurt them with his fire. His fire grew brighter as he spoke, “You fucked with my family. Now I’m going to fuck with yours and the rest of your little posse. I’ll make sure they all go up in flames!”

Meanwhile, Dai attempts to heal Ivar with his magic, but it is slow, unlike when he’s healing himself. He would wrap his arms and wings around Ivar to heal him, but this would anger Veronica, so she would lunge at him, as she was not listening to Azrael’s “lame speech,” as she put it in her words later.

Azrael would shoot a flame at Veronica as soon as she attempted to lunge at Dai and Ivar. This flame would shoot Veronica across the yard, and part of her wing would be burnt off, only the bone showing. Azrael had liquefied Veronica’s skin and flesh off the bone because of how much force he used with his fire. He was trying to kill them.

Then, Selena would grab Zane and go back to her human form, putting a knife up to his neck. When this happened would be when Azrael would get super pissed.

“Put the knife down unless you want your sister dead,” He snarls.

“Hurt my sister, and he’ll get it, big mouth,” Selena says, snapping at him.

Veronica ran back and tackled Azrael to the ground. She would then lunge for his neck, but Azrael would throw her off of him before she could and propel her away.

“If she keeps doing this, I will hurt her, but if you hurt him, you’re dead,” He puffs smoke in fury, the smoke covering the whole field. He then quickly grabs Zane from Selena as Dai protects Ivar. Then Azrael would entrust a severely injured Killian to protect the harshly injured Zane. Killian would nod and clasp onto Zane.

“Be careful,” Zane would tell Azrael. His lover would nod and bolt at Veronica, entering his full-fledged dragon form. He would light his fire at her other wing as he grabbed Selena with his tail. His wings would flap as he carries them both into the air. He would then move them to the top of a building so they could not reach his injured family.

At this point, Dai had finished healing Ivar and went to heal the others. It was going much faster since their injuries weren’t as severe as those of Ivar and Zane, but they were still intense enough to stop them from fighting. He would eventually finish healing them all as Azrael fought on the rooftop.

Azrael would carry the two and then slam them into the roof. He then lets out a giant roar and shoots his fire at Veronica. She would get in her griffon form and would dodge and weave. Meanwhile, Selena would hit the other with magic on his ankle. The magic they were using would be more like a mere tickle to the dragon. He would fly up and continue shooting fire at them, melting off Veronica’s other wing.

Veronica would shoot magic at the man as well as he flies around them in circles. Eventually, one spell knocked him out of the sky, which caused Ivar to turn into a dragon and fly in. The dragon-shifter family would individually follow their dad one by one as Zane, Verossica, Eros, and Killian rode on Erika’s back.

Eros would chuckle, “You guys ready for this fun family activity? I love fights!”

“Hm, I really wouldn’t say it’s fun, but ok,” Killian replies.

When everyone landed on the roof, they would shift into their animal forms and attack. They all targeted Selena besides Ivar, while he targeted Veronica with Azrael.

Azrael yells, “Get back to safety; what the hell are you doing here?”

Ivar replies, “You may be strong, but I have more experience! Let us help you, son.”

Azrael sighs, knowing he won’t be able to make them go away. He then snarls, “Fine.”

They then charge at the enormous griffon, Veronica, as she shoots magic at them. It still seemed to be ineffective as she shot out the effective spell. They would counter it with their fire, shooting it simultaneously. It would be like that incredible magic in those fantastic battle scenes.

The fire would push against the spell, a mix of dragon and light magic, explaining why it hurt Azrael. It was just an extraordinary sight to see. The magic and fire almost seemed to intertwine at this point, but slowly, the fire would push forward. But the magic would blow back and hit them both, making them fly around. They then keep fighting her, clawing, scratching, and using fire. They tried everything they could to defeat her.

Meanwhile, Sarah tries to escape and attack Azrael and Ivar. Zane then takes his gun and shoots at her, the bullets piercing her skin but not going in. The shooting would cause her to bleed a little bit, but not too much. She lunged at Zane, but Killian would thrust back at her, gripping her skin with his jaws, which caused her to try to shake him off. Verossica would also then do the same thing, biting into her skin with her teeth and making her bleed. Then, of course, Eros had to follow. He was like a giant wolf. They would both eventually let go as the dragon sibling would breathe fire at her. The fire wouldn’t do much damage, but it did cause some things to happen. Like wounds in her lower abdomen and her upper back. Teeth marks from the action.

Erika injures one of Selena’s wings, leaving her unable to fly. Selena attempts to get to her sister, screaming, “Help me, Veronica!!” Verossica, Eros, and Killian block any path left open, though. They wanted to ensure that Veronica couldn’t reach Selena's way. Selena was trapped, with nowhere to run. Selena then finds an open spot between the dragon's legs and bolts between them.

As she runs towards Ivar, Veronica, and Azrael, Ivar grabs her with his claw and throws her back over. Selena would repeatedly try over and over to get over but still failed as Ivar threw her every time she attempted to come over. At this point, Veronica’s wings got burnt off. Her burnt wings would mean in her human form, she would not have any arms.

Veronica yells at the two more giant dragons hovering over her, “Don’t kill my sister! Just kill me! Please!”

Selena yells back, “NO!” She became distraught and desperately tried to escape. She didn’t want her sister to die. She didn’t want to die either, but her sister even more.

Surprisingly, these abusive monsters had hearts for each other. In the past, they had kidnapped Dai while he was pregnant and abused him. With Killian, she had thrown him in the basement as punishment and slapped him around. Meanwhile, Selena had abused her ex-fiance Azrael as a way of her having power over him since he refused to use his fire against anyone up until now.

But now, this was their end.

With one final blow, Azrael would burn her in flames as he replied, “I’ll do what I please, you heartless monster!” Ivar would just watch as her body went up in flames as she screamed, “Please just spare her! Please!” She would then get burnt to ash pretty quickly, every part of her body just gone.

Azrael would walk over to Selena and turn into his half-shifted form. He growls at her and says, “Why should we spare you? You’ve done nothing but hurt people. I may kill people for a living, but I do it with morals. You’ve killed children and many people. You’ve abused children and people. You’ve used them. I don’t have one reason to spare you. You are absolute dirt. So why, why should I spare you?”

She replies, “I’ll change my ways!! I’ll join you guys.”

“And if your sister comes back? I heard there are rare occurrences of griffon’s reviving again and-“ As Azrael said that, behind him would spawn a Veronica out of the pure ash.

They were wrong about her being at her end. Her wings would materialize along with the rest of her body. Of course, in this world, dragons could do the same at least three times in their lives, but griffons? Only once.

Veronica would start to attack Ivar with the effective spell she had been shooting earlier, mixed with dragon and light magic. But out of nowhere, Dai summons a sword that flies out from a portal and calls his wings. He flies up on Ivar’s head and helps him with the magic by shooting his light magic at the spell that had been shooting at Ivar.

Selena would rush over to help her sister and use the same spell. Slowly, the magic spell would move toward the semi-iconic sister duo, but then their attack would move toward the dragon and his companion. Then Azrael shifts back into his dragon form and shoots his flame at the spell Veronica and Selena had been using.

The spell quickly moved towards Veronica and Selena as the five fought with fire and magic. As soon as it reached them, they would get blown back. The two sisters fly off the roof, but Veronica catches her sister in time before she is off the top entirely. They then fly back up and get back into a fighting position.

As the fight continued, Zane continued shooting his gun at the griffons. Azrael would keep shooting his fire. Eventually, he finally hits them as Ivar holds them in place. The two sisters seemed to try to escape as Ivar held them down. They would bite at his foot and try to wiggle out. But before they could run, they would be burnt to a crisp. They became ash and goop with how melted they were.

Ivar would shake off his foot and return to his human form, his foot covered in blood.

“Now that’s disgusting,” Azrael commented. He did not like seeing the goop and blood from the dead sisters. Eros then says, “Time to clean up!” Eros would go over and lick up the blood as his tail wags. It's just something wild wolves do with blood. He loved the taste of it for some reason.

Dai summons stuff to clean up and starts to help. Then, the rest would follow in helping. That was until he arrived. Justin was still alive as he arrived on the roof.

Now, they had to deal with the boss of the Loniya Family.

The Loniya Boss, Justin, would turn into his massive wolf form and charge at Ivar.

Ivar immediately dodges the attempt and turns into a miniature dragon the size of a giant wolf. “I guess it’s time to pick on someone my size, huh?” Ivar remarks. He then runs at the wolf and rips into him. Justin would whimper and whine as Ivar attacked him.

Justin, though, would escape from Ivar and attack, ripping into Ivar’s skin. Ivar would roan in pain as he continued to bite. Ivar would shake him off, though. It seems their strength was on par with each other. They would then continue to fight back and forth until he eventually shoots a dragon spell at Ivar. The attack would knock one of the Sandalia Family’s freedom fighters, whom we call Ivar, and cause him to fumble back. The group would form a frontier and attack the wolf.

The seven overpowered them, especially the one running in with a gun and shooting wildly at the wolf. The shooting on top of the fighting would eventually kill the wolf, and they would finish their fight.

They then move on to clean up and clear out the dead bodies into a hidden spot.

They then finished the cleanup, and Dai said, “Let’s go home now. I’m tired and wanna see if our son is alright.”

The group all shifts into their human forms, besides Zane, since he is human, and Eros groans, “I wanna kill more stuff! I’m going to go hunt for rabbits when we get home.”

Ivar nods, “Let’s go home.”

Dai then opens a portal to their house, and they all enter. The fight was over, and they had finished their job. Save Axel and Zane while killing off their enemies.

Or so they thought.

Veronica and Selena reform themselves back to where they were just at. Veronica would chuckle, “Imagine being descendants of a weak family. Soon, they will know the power of the griffon hybrids. We will take over the world with the Fed’s help, and they will all bow to us. But for now, we must recover. Let us go home.” The two would then walk home. Along the way, they would drag the dead body of the Loniya Family’s Boss. They were going to revive him soon. Curse him with immortality just like them. That was the plan, at least.

But who knows what will happen now? Will they take over the world? Will they fail miserably? Only the future will tell.

THE END..?

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away-ward · 2 years ago

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Hey, replying to that love language conversation, i definitely believe that emmy's are: physical touch, quality time, acts of service, and maybe words of affirmation. My opinion of quality time is pretty much the same with the both of you so i dont really have much to add to that.

As for physical touch, Emmy is definitely someone who loves to be touched: from the hug in the pool, the kisses, loving gestures, and sex she watched others doing since high school (school hallway, bus scene, etc.) to the train scene. And yes, she never shown much aversion to physical threats even after all the weird threats she got from aydin and taylor at the start of the book, she just felt like she needed to run away because she was scared of being alone there, kidnapped, stranded, and might die from the climate or by the hands of the people around her at that time. Aydin and emmy bonded not only through shared experience, but also physical touch, from the moment they met, the lilith scene, her wearing his clothes, her being casually touched by aydin when she watched will shower (even with no romantic undertones), i dont remember her being weirded out about it at all, only rolling her eyes at his words lmao, even if she knew he might not be good from the start (Imagine alex watching this from a peephole, emmy being touched by aydin so much like she was kissed, hugged, in his lap, in his bed, in his clothes, fed her strawberries, he ate her handmade brownies, had private conversations with Em, and Emmy always said she heard noises in the wall and they always happen to be whenever Emmy was near aydin or with aydin's stuffs lmao, i dont think this was talked enough! Aydin and emmy just hit it off well and weirdly from the start, as opposed to alex who didnt even get to touch him even after everything betwen them, so no wonder Alex was jealous of Emmy in the train because Alex's pov must be like emmy's with Will/Alex. Worse is when she watched how aydin could get along well with Emmy right off the bat, but never even gave two fucks about his ex-fiance, less than a week. This puts a much clearer perspective of Alex's pov in the train tbh).

The same goes when micah was washing her hair and carry her away from michael in the train, or when rory and micah was sleeping beside her in the train, or when michael, rika and alex was guiding her in that chase-and-run, or even when taylor was jerking off with her panties. When she saw danger, it doesnt weird her out physically like banks did, Emmy just sensed danger and runs away or fights when she can, but then banks only felt like that because of her fucked up relationships with Damon, Natalya, Gabriel, her biological mom (who's a shitty prostitute, opposite to Alex's character) and all the useless women and men she grew up with in that Torrance manor. Banks had serious issues of being touched, except by Lev and David, who had been her guards for a long time. Oh yeah, speaking of Lev and David, didn't Emmy walked naked with a rope around her neck, and guided by Lev and David to her cubicle, with post-sex look i bet?!!! I almost forgot that scene. And when she met the girls again, her only auestion in her head was "is there gonna be consequences?", not any kind of shame about taboo sex or physical nude with others like winter had, lmao. Emmy didnt even have any problems slapping alex's breasts too when she found out about her in blackchurch, or when alex was casually touching her, or walking around naked around strangers, or remember when damon touched her multiple times in the past (without any romantic or secual undertones), be it in the first shower scene, or the second shower scene and she wasnt repulsed to touch? So yeah, physical touch is definitely not a problem for her, AT ALL, in fact, might be her number one way of connecting to others. Not ony she like to be kissed, she also loves to touch and kiss others, even in innocent ways, like with Madden and Ivar in the epilogue.

As for acts of service, some of hers didnt need physical touch but some can turn from physical to acts; when micah and rory cared for her in blackchurch and train, then she appreciated them very much by caring for them and making them food, then actually wishing them to say longer by her side, when damon gave her the key to the carfax room, and built her a gazebo and she was so touched she teared up, when Will gave her that godzilla plushy and snack bar because he knew she loved the movie and was fasting that day and got a gist of her religious practise (judaism) and it wasnt even a religion that the majority of the thunder bay believed in (christianity), so not only did she had to fast alone, she could only go pray in meridian city's synagogues with her family on weekends, as compared to thunder bay itself having the church as one of the many historical building of the area, so Will himself had to do his own research about it without much help from anyone. And probably some others that i dont remember. Maybe it also stems from her not always being loved through acts of service freely and not being weaponised as a "debt" against her because of the way Martin "loved" her, but it made it even more memorable to read these scenes on page, because when we were shown how she reacted to them and how much these acts impacted her, we saw her being quite positive and appreciative of them, as opposed to words of affirmation.

Now, on one hand, I put words of affirmation the last because i dont really agree with anon about this one. I think someone who has gone through so much betrayal from her "supposed" loved one, as well as someone as logical and rational as emmy, she would not care much about words by mouth rather than actions by hands; she got over a lot of things that was said to her, but not things that were DONE TO HER. When Will said good or mean things, she didnt fully believe him, but when she ACTUALLY saw Will DOING said things, only then she outwardly intensely reacted. Examples: Will looking happy with pretty rich girls at school--Emmy had to skip classes, Will burning the gazebo--Emmy believed that he hated her so one of the many reasons she never came back was because she thought he deserves and NEEDS someone better, Will smiling while hugging alex and sleeping in the same bed together when Emmy herself never saw him smile anymore or never slept in the same bed with him--Emmy feeling so sad about the whole situation and wanting to run away because she cant watch him be happy with someone else (same with rika's thought process about michael's reaction to her infertility in conclave, ironically), Will confronting emmy and damon in the locker room--Emmy cried while trying to vaguely explain about the situation, when she watched how much will deteriorated in the questioning room + martin's threats--Emmy was so sad and angry she nearly wanted to kill martin in a LITERAL police's workplace.

On the other hand, many of her hesitation to be with will was BECAUSE his words didnt match his actions, like when he said he "loved" her but his actions were aggressive and cage-y (almost similar with Martin's), when he said she was the only one but then he went to flirt and sleep around with anyone in a skirt, then fucked around with Emmy's mind afterwards, and even threatens her to be with other girls when she rejected him, instead of using that rejection to correct his methods by showing his feeling's sincerety through actions (and we saw how he regretted this later), when he said he cared about her and will kill anyone for her but did not check up on her health and safety ever again afterwards and AGAIN regretted not doing so for the next years to come, when Will said Emmy was everything but then he was absent from her life for nearly 10 years, and wasnt even there for her even knowing she was always alone, wasnt as privileged as he was to access expensive caring needs (education, oldfolks house, housing, job opportunities etc.), and could be in potential danger! His words were not always equals to his actions. They just dont match up (a big factor was because he was ashamed of his failures and kept on destroying himself, BUT STILL), and thats why I dont always fault emmy for everything, because as much as emmy had her push-and-pull-bitchy moments, Will was NEVER painted as a kind hero, or a reliable romantic interest.

This was probably also one of many reasons why Emmy cannot accept Will's love then, because Martin did similar things like Will, but WAY WAY WAY WORSE. She saw Martin's patterns' of contradiction in Will's and the contradictory of words not matching with actions was only one of the many reasons why she held back her want to trust Will. And that's the sad thing about willemmy's love languages, we saw how Will was actually the opposite of her. I remember he mentioned a couple of times how much he needed to hear her say she needed and loved him even knowing through actions that she did loved him, but not knowing she needed him (for a different reason than he though, which was not for survival, but for her own happiness) and it was mentioned several times; when he beat up martin and was expecting a call from her, when emmy unexpectedly confessed her feelings to him in blackchurch, when he locked her up in the catacombs and emmy begged him to stay, when emmy (again) unexpectedly verbally proposed to him in front of everyone, and in fire night when he asked if emmy loved him during their dance etc. Will's the kind that needs words to reassure him, before he can believe that he can and would do something, thats why his Grandpa was his main support system and damon's manipulation hits him so hard. "You were a lie, she was a lie". When Damon talked down to Will about how much Emmy will never choose him at that bonfire, because he said Will was shallow and all, instead of uplifting him to be the kind of person Will always wished to be: more and better, just because his personality fits Damon's selfish needs and narrative at that point (even though we understood where damon came from, it only gives context, not excuses for his words and actions), and then Will just completely broke down, and who was there for him again? That's right, Damon. Just like what winter said, damon wanted to be the poison and the cure for his people, so his manipulation worked with some people, especially Will and Banks. But Did it worked on Emmy? No. Emmy cut him off right off the bat, so good for her. (Also noticed how the fandom only talked about how much sex Will/Damon had, but never mentioned that all three of them were born out of dubious consent, intoxication and manipulation? Right. Queerbaiting and MLM Fetishization. PD should go to jail for this queerbaiting, because Will didnt even want to admit that he fucked and fooled around with a man. In his mind, it was all Emmy that he gets off to. Wasnt this sexual dynamic similar to Will/Alex too? Ugh, they're all so icky, we cant even have queer moments in peace without all these baits, and then we got the whole fandom salivating over these two men as if their sexual moments weren't weird and so heteronormative. Was damon potentially queer and his sexuality could be fluid? Sure, but was will's? Nah. Will was just a voyeur to taboo sex, like Michael and Kai. + Will called damon out for always trying to sexually control and manipulate others, including him. Like damon would even fuck michael and kai if they would let him, and knowing that he only did this with will because others didnt want it, watered down Will/Damon's "special" bond to me. Also, Thankfully, i never expected a good queer rep from PD, because if i did, I would be even more pissed off and aggravated by their books tbh because there were so many questionable queer moments in DN but this is a discussion for another day, and something that no one in this fandom is ever ready for).

Which was why i said willemmy's love language in the past and until the train scene were sad, because i feel like if that whole Martin-abuse thing didn't happen, i bet emmy would have probably caught onto this earlier and loved Will so good the way he wants and needs to be loved. When Will said that they were from two different worlds, i thought it wasnt just about their background and pasts, but also about their core personalities and love languages being quite different too. Sure, Will would definitely love to touch emmy (physical touch), and spend time with her (quality time), but i dont think it was as assuring as listening to emmy saying how important he was in her life. He loves to do things with emmy, but he's the kind that will asks his partner "do you love me if i'm a worm?" In the middle of an important situation, and expects a serious sincere answer from her. Might also be why when Emmy said hurtful things to will in blackchurch, alex was angry on behalf of him (still didnt grant her the permission to insert herself in willemmy's situation though) and when Will was mad at aydin because he wrongly misunderstood that aydin's words had more control in emmy's brain than his own. It escalated even more after every threatening words from aydin and intimate actions (like the feeding strawberry thing, emmy baking a brownie and making food for some other men she just met but denying Will to cook for his meal and eat at his table after everything lmao, wearing other men's clothes but never his-damon and aydin-and then poor Will had to witness emmy being kissed, hugged and touched by aydin, and saw emmy caring about aydin before the train scene. And remember when Will always remember everything emmy said (and do)? Right. No wonder he was so mad in the train. Emory was Will's girl, why was she hanging around aydin or other men so much-thats what will probably thought then. I remember PD saying that Will didnt like to share (putting asid ethe train scene) and when you look at his reactions about all these little things, he really hated sharing her. He's one of those boyfriends that will say something like "if you cant peel shrimps for yourself, then dont eat shrimps at all" to his friends that emmy tried to peel shrimps for. Got mad at aydin for cleaning her wounds! Cleaning her wounds!

Unfortunately for the both of them, time was not their biggest friend, and they both werent healthy and mature enough to figure this out earlier, so even if they got together earlier, they still would have so many misunderstandings, and those problems will just be amplified with all the hurt and miscommunication that were already going on at that time or way before that. So yeah, in the rare moments where words matter, maybe Emmy would seek words of affirmation (like will LTERALLY confessed to her on the train, and she still wanted to run away lmao), but it's definitely not her go-to love languages, but Will's the opposite, and by fire night, we saw how they've worked this one out and knows what kind of ways they love to be loved. I wished PD had shown us this instead of whatever bullshit that was the last 20% of Nightfall. Even in Fire night we just cant have them alone! The torrance's bloodlines always had to be in everyone's businesses somehow 🙄

Anyway, i love your latest fic, but a comment i'd like to add, i wish everytime you post something sad in a fic, you double up the fluff, your fluff writing is just so!!! 🥹🥰🫶 i always reread your fics just to saw more glimpses of willemmy frfr, so thank you for the boost of serotonin!

Ahh nice to see someone who knows what’s going on because I certainly don't! See, I never looked much into love languages because from what I understood, we all require all aspects of the different “languages” to have a healthy, thriving relationship, but it was trying to determine which one communicates love the best way for you, if that makes sense. So it was like, your primary method of displaying and understanding love. So to have multiple seemed redundant to me? But I really love your analysis and explanation! It’s so clear.

Regarding the physical touch, you brought out so many moments that I hadn’t touched on and it just solidifies for me that physical touch is important to emmy – and it makes sense too! She’s a builder. She works with her hand! Touch is going to be one of her most important tools for processing information, whether she realizes it or not.

This shows how much I don’t think about Alex and Aydin – I hadn’t made the connection that the times Em heard noises in the wall, it was when she was bonding with Aydin. It would be a good reason for some of Alex’s behavior. I think it went over my head because, well… aydin. But also I just assumed that Alex had made the same connection I had – everything Aydin did was all for her, so it wouldn’t have mattered if he bonded with Em in the process when she was still clearly his focus. But maybe that’s just the way I’m looking at it. Either way, it would be a good explanation for some of Alex’s jealousy and some of her other behavior.

I think you’re talking about this scene -

I hadn’t ever pictured her naked, though. In my head, she arrived on the train with clothes (not her clothes, but clothes), and they were all dressed, so it made sense to me she’d be in something too. Besides that, she mentions later that she found the overalls in Rika’s closet but she’s also wearing a black bra, so I just assumed she already had it. Not that it matters either way. It just took me a second to remember what you might have meant, lol

Acts of service and Words of Affirmation are probably going to be tough areas for her, because of the reason you mentioned. They were often mixed and crossed by the people who could cause her the most pain. So she would value actions over words. Words mean nothing if the action isn’t there to back it up. Kind actions are especially valuable to her. Even more so if they’re done quietly, without calling attention to it. That’s such a good observation on your part.

Will did talk a big game, but failed to follow through. It fed into Emmy’s doubts about him, and rightfully so. Emmy made mistakes, but I don’t think they make her a bad person. For me, it’s just easier to point out that neither one of them were perfect. They both made mistakes, and that’s what makes them such great characters to root for. I think Will’s were more serious than Em’s, for sure. I also didn’t expect him to be perfect and I don’t blame him for not being perfect. Sometimes, and again it’s probably just me, it seems like some of the readers are mad at Will for not growing up faster when he had every advantage or they’re mad at Emmy for hurting Will when he “clearly” loved her (though I agree that it wasn’t that clear to Em because his actions didn’t match his words and often it was really confusing because he’d be nice, but the second she didn’t return it he’d remind that the could find anybody to take her place. That’s what some of the die hard will stans call love? Seriously?... couldn’t be me.) And like… yeah. They both screwed up at times. But that’s why they’re so great.

I’m getting off topic again. Anywho.

You’ve got excellent points about Will’s love language too. I’ve discussed some of my HC about his family and background. It would go along with that that he was raised on kind words and never developed any reason to doubt them. Words would be enough for him. And in fact, like you said, something he’d need to hear and hear constantly. I think this would probably be truer with Emmy, considering their history. He might need to hear it more often from her. Her silence might even bother him a little bit, despite knowing he shouldn’t doubt her. It could even take her a while to learn to say it because she’s used to displaying her love through action and touch. And just like empty words mean nothing for her, touch wouldn’t be enough for him. He’s been touched so often by so many. Touching/physically affection doesn’t mean love. It’s just… touching. It feels good in the moment, but it doesn’t last. It lies.

You brought up so many good moments!

These two… they’re so much fun.

(I have noticed the Will/Damon shippers, and it doesn’t really bother me. What canon is and what we make of canon are two different things in my book. I will say, when I wrote the post about Will and Damon I was bringing out the depth of Damon’s affection for Will, and specifically thinking of their friendship, but what people use it for is besides me. I never thought of Will as bi, only desperate. And same for Damon. Desperate for different things, but desperate, nonetheless. I’m actually surprised there isn’t a bigger shipping cultural between all of the characters but maybe this is something I’m blind to since I have a singular focus. And being straight myself, I wouldn’t be qualified to say if it’s queerbaiting. I always thought their relationship was quite clear. I also never thought Will would end up with anyone but Emory – not Alex or Damon or someone else. From Corrupt, the endgame couples were pretty clear to me (except for Banks but that’s because I didn’t know she existed yet). I would even be hesitant to comment on Damon’s sexuality because I think the other Anon said it really well – he used sex to manipulate and bond. It was usually a means to an end with little meaning, until Winter.)

Which was why I said willemmy’s love language in the past and until the train scene were sad, because I feel like if that whole Martin-abuse thing didn’t happen, I bet emmy would have probably caught onto this earlier and loved Will so good the way he wants and needs to be loved.

They would have been so cute in HS if it weren’t for Martin. But now I have the scenario in my head of Will waking Em up in the middle of the night to ask her the worm questions.

And she’s all like “I’m questioning my love for you right now.”

“You serious?”

“No. go to sleep.”

“…but…babe. You do love me right?”

Like he needs to know. He needs to hear her say it. Even at three a.m.

PD said that, about will not liking to share? I feel like that contradicts a lot that in my head, but whatever.

Yeah!

But the idea of emmy being one of those girl’s who’s scared to hear words of affection is also hilarious. I love it.

Will forcing her to listen to him say I love you. Emmy crying on the inside.

I know right? Those damn torrances messing up all my willemmy moments.

Ahhhh! I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed the fic. I usually go for the sad stuff. But what can I say, I like problems. I’ll try to put out some fluffier stuff in the future.

Thank you!!

#asked and answered #devil's night series #willemmy #love langauges #shippers #asked and answered 56 #response to prev ask #asked and answered 55

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WrestleMania 41 Night 1 will feature the end of several epic feuds

The first night of WrestleMania 41 will set the tone for how the weekend will go and the card unveiled one of the final "Friday Night SmackDown" episodes before the major event.The biggest spectacle in sports will feature at least seven matches with six champions defending their titles in either singles or tag-team matches. But fans will be interested in the crescendo as Roman Reigns, CM Punk and Seth Rollins battle it out to end one of the biggest feuds on either Raw or SmackDown roster right now.Night 1 of WrestleMania 41 will take place at Allegiant Stadium at 7 p.m. ET in Las Vegas. It’s the second WrestleMania to take place in the Las Vegas area and the first since WrestleMania IX in 1993.U.S. fans will be able to watch on Peacock and international fans on Netflix.CLICK HERE FOR MORE SPORTS COVERAGE ON FOXNEWS.COMRead below for a preview of the first night.--Tiffany Stratton has had an impressive few months since her call up to the main WWE roster. She won the Money in the Bank ladder match and cashed in on her former partner Nia Jax to win the WWE Women’s Championship.But the upstart wrestler is poised to run into one of the biggest challenges of her young career – go after a legendary competitor in Charlotte Flair.Flair came back from a devastating knee injury to win the women’s Royal Rumble. She chose to challenge Stratton in pursuit of a 15th women’s championship. While Flair seemingly had the upper hand over her new rival at the start of the feud, Stratton came back at her with fiery words as the two got personal in one of their more interesting altercations yet.On the penultimate "Friday Night SmackDown," Flair attacked Stratton in the parking lot as a revenge measure.Flair has the experience and the accolades going into the match but Stratton has been known to pick herself up by her bootstraps and overcome the odds.Jey Uso has emerged as one of the most popular superstars on the WWE roster since defeating his brother, Jimmy, in a grudge match at last year’s WrestleMania. Fans have gotten behind his "yeet movement" to help propel him to become the No. 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. It all culminated in a surprise Royal Rumble win back in February.But Uso chose to go the more difficult route – trying to excise some demons and finally defeat Gunther for the title. Uso has not had much luck so far. Gunther defeated Uso at Saturday Night’s Main Event in January and on an episode of "Monday Night Raw" in May of last year.Gunther upped the ante when he delivered a bloody beatdown of Jimmy Uso in a match in the weeks leading up to WrestleMania. But Jey Uso made clear he’s no longer afraid of Gunther and is ready to bring the fight in Las Vegas.The match between Jade Cargill and Naomi could potentially steal the show.There is an intensity between the two competitors that may only be matched by the five wrestlers who will be the marquee main events for WrestleMania 41.The feud started when Cargill was mysteriously attacked and tossed onto a car. For weeks, Naomi and Belair tried to find out who the attacker was. At the time, Belair and Cargill were women’s tag-team champions and Naomi was tapped to fill in for Cargill. SmackDown general manager Nick Aldis suggested Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez could be the ones to blame for the assault. As the women’s Elimination Chamber was set to take place, Cargill came out after all the contestants entered the ring. Cargill looked at Morgan and then attacked Naomi in front of her tag-team partner. Naomi has since copped to the assault and the match was made.Erik and Ivar have been on a tear since they returned to the ring following their significant injuries. In December, the team claimed tag-team gold when they defeated Finn Balor and JD McDonagh for the tiles. They have successfully defended their titles four times since then.Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods have talked the talk since their separation from Big E, forming the current New Day tag team fans see now. Kingston and Woods have not earned the respect of fans but could do so by the end of their WrestleMania match.The New Day will get a second crack at the War Raiders for the titles.LA Knight enters WrestleMania 41 as the United States champion but he faces a huge uphill battle with Jacob Fatu. Knight might have the game in his hand as one of the more popular champions on the SmackDown roster.Fatu has shown to be a different beast. He’s cut down almost every monster he’s come across since he came to WWE. He’s proven that he can go toe-to-toe with anyone who steps in the ring with him and bring a path of destruction.But between the two wrestlers, Knight is the one with WrestleMania experience. He defeated A.J. Styles in his first WrestleMania match last year. It propelled him on a course for the United States Championship. Fatu has yet to appear at a WrestleMania.It’ll be the first matchup between the two wrestlers.Rey Mysterio is one of the legends on the roster and over the last few months he’s been in feuds with his son, the Judgment Day, Santos Escobar and now El Grande Americano.El Grande Americano burst onto the scene after Chad Gable took time off in an angle to learn the ways of Lucha Libre. Soon after, El Grande Americano burst onto the scene. He’s been a rival of Dragon Lee in recent weeks but he used his loaded mask to headbutt Mysterio during one of the recent matches between the Latino World Order and American Made.Mysterio requested a match with El Grande Americano and Raw general manager Adam Pearce.Bad blood and a long history between these three rivals will be in the spotlight at WrestleMania 41.As mentioned before, the three competitors have a history dating back to the days Reigns and Rollins were in The Shield faction. Punk was dropping "pipe bombs" on WWE management at that time. A lot has changed since then.Punk returned at Survivor Series 2023 – much to the surprise of the pro wrestling world and the entire Chicago crown. Rollins was noticeably irate and he reignited his perceived hatred for Punk right then and there. The two verbally sparred for months as Punk needed to recover from a triceps injury during the 2024 Royal Rumble. 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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 3 months ago

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lotro guys guest list! i've got a bunch by now so. under a cut:

esterín of the lake (fic) - half-elf runekeeper (well, for game purposes she's an elf since we don't have half-elf as an option yet?) who grew up in loeglond on the long lake. her father aelinil was one of the raft-elves and her mother mikaer was from lake-town. i was near the end of rise of isengard (mid vol3) and she grew a character and that was that lol. greatly enjoys hanging out with the rangers

daedín of lothlórien (fic) - elf hunter. sentinel of lorien (or, background malledhrim #4) like her father. not terribly sociable, nor inclined to get pulled into pc quests right up until she tries to tackle gorothul out a window (bad idea). later gets to do remmorchant :D

isena, daughter of téohere (fic) - human warden. isedd's younger sister. originally from a farm near marton in the westfold, they fled north after a raid and ended up in bree. she would dearly love to pick a fight with someone and is also enamoured with the idea of being a Great Big Hero

isedd, son of téohere (see isena's fic) - human loremaster. isena's older brother. had a latent talent for wild-speech and has made great use of this to make friends with a bear and the world's most professional eagle (matwyn, who's basically an intelligence agent for the great eagles in the vales). decidedly not interested in being a Great Big Hero or even, really, an adventurer

rani sandyhill - hobbit burglar. part of the quickpost! she's from....... i forget if i decided nobottle or tighfield. if i wrote it down idk where i put it. she decided she had to have the load-bearing timeline and show up in everyone else's stories. enjoys causing problems on purpose

sileär seasheen (fic) - high elf mariner (formerly minstrel). telerin, and first crossed the sea unintentionally. spent the first age among cirdan's people, the second roaming, and the third asleep. silmeniel is her wife and halthel is her closest friend. gonna stab ivar

halthel caranial (see sil's fic) - high elf captain. has a few other names, but omaruin is the secondary one most people know. (well. secondary in the sense that he goes by halthel these days. it's one of the older ones) was one of maedhros's soldiers in the first age. spent the first age at himring, the second either traveling with silear or hanging out around lindon, and the third mostly in rivendell. gonna stab ferndur

silmeniel calantiriel (see sil's fic) - high elf minstrel. melassë was what she went by pre-gondolin. calantiriel was a nickname more than anything else. silmeniel was given by silear. she's not an adventurer and has had a turtle rock on since level 15. she sits in rivendell and does scholar crafting <3 (she would be in lorien if i could get her there at this level, but the port is a higher level thing). has too many names she actively uses

glainyn of erebor - dwarf champion. was a guard at ravenhill for a good while, and dis decided she liked him enough (or perhaps wanted someone to talk to enough, when the ravens weren't chatty) to talk at him til he learned about dwarf politics. joined the iron garrison and spent a lot of time trying not to tell everyone else they were being stupid

lendrain of tinnudir (fic) - human warden. dunadan who ran away the night before he was supposed to be sworn in and has spent the intervening years sorta-hiding with the league of the axe up until the nazgul happen. is doing his level best to both have his own full au and be part of the broader est-verse au. goes by len or lenny outside the dunedain

Lotro OC Introduction Reblog Game!

Get your guys out there! People want to know about your OCs but don't know where to start, so this is an opportunity to introduce them to lotro tumblr!

Reblog this post with a list of your lotro OCs, give us a name/race/class and a little about them! Such as where they're from and some neat facts about them/their story. You can also link to your favorite fics featuring them if you'd like so people know where they can start reading!

#est is the oldest and most developed so i think she's the one ppl know #not gonna include all the peripheral ocs (even if they did eventually get made as pcs for one reason or another) bc. too many already lol #there are so many more. most are auxiliaries who grew out of these guys though #i have a leveled suntais as a runekeeper (had a valar and knew that class) and a linhalwen minstrel (part of sil's crew)#oh i shouldve done lis!#red rk dwarf #she's also kinda just supplementary iron garrison though #menelhen i think is the other leveled guy i have. also from sil's crew #was originally silear til mariner came out and i remade her lol #i think those are the big ones

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Ragnar Lothbrok Tags

Ragnar ✖ (Aesthetics)

Ragnar ✖ (Thoughts)

Ragnar ✖ (Character Development)

Ragnar ✖ (Crack)

Ragnar ✖ (Headcanons)

Ragnar ✖ (Photos)

Ragnar ✖ (Starter Call)

Verses:

C L E V E R B E G I N N I N G S

Ragnar Sigurdsson was a clever boy who learn the Vikings way young, continuing to apply them through this teenage years. This can anything from childhood to him becoming an adult at the age of eighteen.

P L A N T T H O S E S E E D S

As Ragnar Lothbrok moves into adulthood and his marriage to Lagertha, he embraces life on the farm, the Viking adventures and raids, and becoming a father to his daughter and son. This can be anywhere were early adulthood until the Show Beginning.

FIGHT AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR FAMILY

Ragnar Lothbrok has grown over the years, but still has some of the same priorities: family, the Viking ways, raids. But things are beginning to change, as his eldest son is able to get his arm band, and new hostilities from various enemies rise up. Eventually, he becomes to Earl of Kattegat

K I N G O F T H E D A N E S

After discovering the plot that King Horik had to kill him and his sons, Ragnar killed King Horik and became the King of Denmark. This includes any time that Ragnar is King of Denmark, and the adventures that occur during this time.

W H O W A N T S T O B E K I N G?

After being defeated by Rollo, Ragnar disappeared for ten years. Ten years later, he returns much older, and some even think that he seems crazy. This is anything that occurs after his return, right before the second half of Season Four.

D O W N B U T N O T O U T

After the attempt to take on Paris again, Ragnar felt emotionally defeated after his loss to Rollo. He knows that his brother is lost to them all, having chose the Franks above his own. But, Ragnar has grown battle weary, and wants to focus on more important things. Although he is discouraged and feels defeated, he has returned to Kattegat with the others, to remain King of the Danes. This can take place any time after they return after fighting Rollo and the French in 4x10.

K I N G I S G O N E B U T N O T F O R G O T T E N

After being defeated by Rollo and the French, Ragnar could not bear to stay in Kattegat, any longer. He was tired of being a warrior to the people, tired of being King. So, after telling his sons that he had to leave, he headed off, not knowing where he was going or if he wanted to leave. Several months later, he shows up in Hedeby, seeking out the person who he trusts more than a lot of people: Lagertha. Spending the next several years there, he entrusts her with that knowledge, knowing that she would keep his secret, unless it was dangerous to him. This takes place during his time away from Kattegat. This verse can include plotting with more than just Lagertha.

I WAS NO LONGER INTERESTED IN RULING

After the events in The Last Ship, Ragnar, feeling like a failure and tired of ruling leaves Kattegat and is not seen again, for close to a decade. This verse is what happens during his time away from Kattegat.

B L O O D I S T H I C K E R T H A N W A T E R

Ragnar Lothbrok had every intention of heading back to Wessex, after coming back to Kattegat. But, he wanted his sons to go with him. When only Ivar agreed to go, he realized that he had missed out on his sons’ lives, and that he was needed in Kattegat. Despite being away for many years, he is determined to take his throne back from his wife, and to help mold his sons into even better warriors, than they already are. This can take place anytime after the end of the 4x10 - The Last Ship and it is open ended, how much canon comes to play, any time afterwards.

MY DEATH COMES WITHOUT APOLOGY

Ragnar’s time has come to an end on Midgard. Executed by King Aelle, death found him, and Odin told his sons of his death, his sons seeking the revenge Ragnar knew they would. Despite Ragnar’s doubts and indifference to the Gods he fought in the name of for so many years, he found himself in Odin’s hall: Valhalla.

THIS IS NOT THE END

Ragnar Lothbrok thought that he had the best plan. He was going to turn himself over to Ecbert, and then Ecbert was to turn him over to King Aielle, knowing what his fate would be. What he did not count on was that Ecbert had a plot of his own, that included using his power to reclaim Ragnar from King Aelle, before he could be executed. After being rescued, he is in debt to King Ecbert, and unsure if he will be returning to Scandinavia, or if he is happy at all, by the turn of events. This takes place after King Ecbert reclaims Ragnar from King Aelle. Ecbert had more than just giving land to the Northman up his sleeve. Though he made his family think that he had no idea that they’d be betrayed and that Ragnar’s sons would come for him, he had Ragnar held in the tower of the Royal Villa. But, what he did not know was that Ragnar, despite his injuries and ailing statius, had escaped. There’s a variety of places that he could turn up. He could turn up in York, in England at various spots where people are, possibly even found a way back to Scandinavia. In Season 6, he officially is in back to Kattegat and reveals himself to more and more people but has 0 desire to become King, once more.

H A U N T M E

This one is exactly what it sounds like. It doesn’t have to be a bad haunting. Ragnar appears to various people in ghost form. Ghost may not be the proper term, but given he’s ascended to Valhalla already, draugr may not be the correct term, either. This is not something that the terminology is going to be overthought about, but there is going to be various times when he can appear to people.

T I M E K E E P S G O I N G

During the course of Vikings, there has been many gaps in time, whether it be between seasons or the sometimes large time jumps that occur. This can be anytime during any of those time jumps, whether it be a short amount of time, the four years during Season Two or the ten years of time, during the middle of Season Four.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born in 763 a.C. to Sigurd Hring and Alfhild Gandolfsdatter, Ragnar thought for many years that he was an only child. His mother doted on him, while his father taught him the ways of being a Viking, something that Ragnar embraced. He was interested in the gods, specifically Odin from a young age. From a young age, he believed that he was a descendant Odin and in many ways, it helped shape who he became from a young boy to the eventual King of the Danes.

Early in RaVto live with them. Ragnar knew that his mother did not favor Rollo in any way, likely due to the fact that his father had brought home another woman’s child. During his adolescence, Ragnar grew to do well on all the things on the farm and in the Viking Ways. He always strove to be the best at everything that he does, paying attention to how he processed things, while rarely losing his temper.

As a young adult, Ragnar became quite taken with shield maiden Lagertha. Her skill and the fact that it was clear she was already an excellent shield maiden for her age, appealed to him even more. Plus, there was the fact that she was beautiful. He spent a good while, doing what he could to impress her. His father pointed out that she would make a good wife, and Ragnar agreed.

Going to her home to try to profess his love for her, he killed both a bear and a large hound, then declared to her father that he had earned her hand in marriage. During his marriage to Lagertha, he loved her deeply and still loves her even now. Neither of them were under false pretenses of what the other was capable of and on the farm, they raised their son Bjorn and daughter Gyda. Life on the farm is something that’s extremely important to Ragnar. His family is as important to him, as being the best warrior, he possibly can be.

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fandomnsfw · 2 years ago

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A Gift From Thor - Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Outfit and hair from this imagine!)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Prompt: Saved by Lennon Stella and my lack of votes from my deleted poll 😂 sad times man

Description: You are a Viking healer, who travels the world to learn all healing techniques. After an unfortunate tumble from a ship you get lost at sea. As Valhalla becomes more certain you pray to Thor for love and boy does he deliver.

Warning: None really apart from use of a few dirty words for a Manhood.😂

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“Please don’t let me die here Thor.” You pleaded towards the sky before going under again trying to not swallow anymore water.

When you came back up you realised the storm was spreading around you. You let tears fall down your face as you decided to float on your back for a while. You stared up at the sky suddenly feeling very tired. You tried to fight it but you had been out here for too long.

You knew you wouldn’t survive this despite praying to Thor so you let yourself slip your eyes shut. You hated that you had yet to do so much with your life. You didn’t regret much but you did have one regret swimming through your head as you felt your body slip into unconsciousness.

‘Please let me fall in love once before you take me to Valhalla.’

“Wake up woman! Come on!” You heard someone scream as your body was being shaken. You let your eyes flicker open and the first thing you saw was blue. You thought it was the sea for a second but then realised it was someone’s eyes.

You shot up and backed into a corner anxiously as you looked around the boat your were on. The Vikings on the boat were staring at you curiously as you assessed your dripping wet clothes. You were only in a white night gown which was wet enough to see through making you cross your arms to cover yourself as you curled into a ball.

“What is your name?” The blue eyed man asked with a small glare.

“Y-Y/N.” You stuttered as a cold gust of wind swept over you.

“I am King Ivar.” You stared into his blue eyes and handsome appearance before looking towards the sky with a laugh. Thor couldn’t be serious you thought humorously.

“King Ivar the Boneless.” You chuckled as you shot him a sweet smile. The ruthless Viking that killed his own brother in anger, conquered England and Kattegat.

“You’ve heard of me.” Ivar snorted before staring you down as if trying to read you.

“Yes the ruthless Viking Ivar the Boneless you are a legend. I also know a lot about your condition.” You muttered pointing to his legs.

“I used to treat someone with the same problem.” You whispered softly with a polite smile.

“So you’re a healer?” He asked with a glare almost like he didn’t wish to talk about his illness.

“I have traveled the world learning every kind of healing knowledge I could. My goal was to be the best healer in the world. But it appears Thor has made my fate known.” You chuckled as you recalled your prayer to Thor.

“And what fate would that be?” Ivar asked curiously as he moved closer to you.

“I think I am here to take care of you.” You muttered shyly as you avoided his eyes.

“Maybe you are right. We’re almost at Kattegat, get some rest.” Ivar snorted before throwing his own furs over you as well.

He didn’t say anything and you chose to just accept the unusual kindness with a smile as you drifted off to sleep. You barely registered when your head leaned onto his shoulder but he made no move to remove you so you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Ivar watched you as you slept thinking about how beautiful you were and kind. You hadn’t even been scared of him when you found out who he was and that made him more curious about what kind of woman you were.

He also justified his fascination of you by telling himself you were a healer and could help him manage his pain, but he knew that was a lie. He wanted to get to know you. Find out everything about you and maybe even test your loyalty to him.

Once you had arrived at Kattegat Ivar shook your shoulder gently, rousing you from your slumber. You stood up before bending down to help Ivar stand with the help of his crutch. He gave you a nod before being lifted off the boat.

You followed closely behind as he walked to what you guess was his throne room. He smashed the door open startling the people inside of the room and he was approached by 3 men who looked at him with various emotions.

“Brother thank the gods your finally back.” The one with the same piercing blue eyes said as he approached Ivar with a hug.

“Yes and it appears the gods may favour this young woman here too.” He chuckled as he guided you by you hand to stand in front of him.

“This is Y/N she’s a healer that has traveled the world.” He explained slowly and his brothers looked you up and down. There was a small amount of lust in each of the brothers face which made you step back into Ivar’s space so you were stood in front of him your back pressed against his chest.

“Get your eyes off her brothers she not a slave she’s a free woman who will be my personal healer.” He huffed irritably as his arm wrapped around you waist. His touch was comforting and if made your heart race which was unexpected but you leaned into his touch and his eyes widened a little at that.

“I would like to wash up before we talk about anything else. If that is okay with you my King.” You muttered softly as you turned in his grip, your face was barely a hand width from his, your face flushed which seemed to amuse him.

“Of course love.” He muttered softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear sweetly.

You giggled softly at the new pet name, ducking your head shyly as he asked his slave to help you prepare a bath in his room. You were shocked he was allowing you into his room but you nodded as you followed the slave.

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Once you had bathed you were dressed in the nicest dress you’d ever seen and the slave braided parts of your hair but left the rest hang loosely around your back. Your dress was pure black with blood red lace wrapped around the sleeves, they also gave you a long fur coat that made you feel like a queen.

You smiled down at your clothes before getting dragged back to the great hall. The slave had barely spoke to you which was a little awkward but once you saw Ivar again you felt more relaxed. He looked you up and down before giving a nod.

You approached him slowly and he pulled a stool up next to his seat at the head of the table. You sat down without a word, laying your hands on your lap as you waited for your next instruction. Slave were bringing in the food when someone finally addressed you.

“I have a question if you don’t mind?” Bjorn asked scepticism clear in his voice.

“Please ask away Bjorn Ironside I have nothing to hide.” You gave him a sweet smile which only seemed to make him more sceptical.

“You know of all our stories?” He questioned slowly and you just gave him a nod.

“Are you not scared of any of us? Even Ivar? No offence but you’re a healer not a shield maiden yet you have no fear of us.” He seemed confused but his question had you laughing which made everyone look at you.

“As you know I was stranded in the ocean when King Ivar found me.” They all nodded and waited for you to continue.

“Before I felt myself drift into unconsciousness I begged Thor for something before I died. It appears he listened.” You added with a giggle.

“What did you ask for?” Hvitserk asked with excitement in his eyes.everyone began eating as they waited for your response.

Bjorn and Ubbe were drinking their mead and Hvitserk and Ivar were eating a piece of meat when you finally spoke up. Let’s just say everyone was shocked by your next sentence.

“To fall in love.” You muttered casually as you vegans to eat your own food.

The drink in the two eldest brother mouth was spat everywhere in shock, Ivar dropped his meat and his mouth fell open and Hvitserk started laughing almost choking on his food as he did.

“You think the gods brought you here to meet someone you will love?” Ubbe asked as he coughed awkwardly.

“No I think the gods brought me here to love Ivar.” You answered simply giving Ivar a sweet smile who flushed a little but his eyes were full of amazement.

“Ivar?” Bjorn asked humorously as he began eating his food.

“Why is that so funny?” You huffed angrily suddenly feeling very offended by how they were treating you.

“Yes, why is that so funny?” Ivar asked irritably, his hand coming down to give yours a reassuring squeeze.

“Because you cannot…you know…” Ubbe muttered awkwardly and you shot a glare his way.

“Because you cannot satisfy a woman.” Hvitserk blurted out and you stood up so fast making everyone jump.

“I can imagine you don’t do a great job at doing it either!” You screamed throwing a cup in Hvitserk’s direction hitting him square it the head. He stood up to retaliate but Ivar stood up in warning.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Ivar growled as he pulled stroked your hair gently making you smile to yourself.

“I apologise I lost my temper but you should not talk about things you do not understand.” You muttered with a pout.

“He is our brother we know more about him than you.” Ubbe huffed in annoyance.

“Yes about him but not his illness! I have treated another person like him and his cock works just fine from what his wife said. In fact last I heard his wife had given birth to their 4th child.” You snorted as you remembered the joy of the first time his wife managed to conceive.

“How?” Bjorn asked curiously as he leaned his chin on his intertwined fingers.

“The first step is actually getting the person walking and seeing as that has already done all he needs is a special herb from China and a woman to warm his bed.” You answered honestly though the last string of words caused your heart to ache at the thought of another woman enjoying him.

“Kattegat has a few Chinese traders who pass through here maybe one of them has it.” Ivar responded with a small amount of excitement in his voice.

You nodded softly as you stared at your hands and tried not to think about the lucky woman who would be held by this beautiful man. Suddenly you heard Hvitserk laugh at your eyes shot up at the sound.

“And you want to be that woman.” He snorted with a smirk and you frowned.

“I would never presume that a King would want to bed me. I said I was sent by the gods to love Ivar I did not say he was to love me. I will spend my life serving him as his healer and loving him silently.” You muttered with tears in your eyes before standing up and walking out of the great hall.

You could not bare anymore snide comments or horrible things being said about Ivar. How could brothers be so mean to their brother. Not to mention he is their King they should show respect despite being blood.

You were strolling round the markets when you came across what looked like a Chinese trader. You gave him a nod before asking in Chinese if he had the herb you were looking for. He gave you a shocked grin at your perfect Chinese before passing you a bag of the herbs. You inspected it and gave him a nod before telling him you’d be back with gold for him.

You slowly strolled back to the great hall with a small smile but as you entered the hall to see the brothers now drinking around the fire you smile dropped and you walked past them to Ivar.

“I found the herb but I have nothing to trade for it.” You mumbled awkwardly as you avoided his gaze.

He stood up, making his way to his bedroom, you followed him slowly and as you stood in front of him he passed you a bag of gold coins. You gave him a nod and turned to walk out the room but Ivar’s hand grabbed your hand spinning you back around.

“Do you truly believe the Gods sent here to love me?” He asked quietly as he locked his eyes into yours.

“Yes. I feel a connection to you. I feel so calm when I am near you.” You answered him, his hand came up to caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch involuntarily.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I find it hard to believe you have never loved a man.” He chuckled as if the thought was ridiculous.

“I have spent my life travelling I have never even bed a man before.” You muttered shyly as you averted your eyes from his now wide ones.

Ivar nodded and released you so you quickly ran back to the market and received the herbs. Hopefully this worked because even if it was not you he chose to bed you hoped it would make him happy. His happiness was your only concern right now.

Once you returned you passed the herbs to Ivar who looked at them with a raised brow. His brothers came over to the throne and gave there brother a sign to hurry up. You nodded at Ivar as you took the bag from him.

You took the meat leg in Ubbe hand with a cheeky smile before ripping off a piece of meet and coating it with green herbs. You picked up the coated meat and passed it to Ivar.

“It called Yin Yang Hou. It’s a Chinese herb.” You stated as Ivar threw in his mouth nervously. You waited for what felt like years but really it was only 20 minutes before Ivar’s eyes widened.

“It works.” Ivar laughed as he stood up.

“Yes we can see that.” Ubbe laughed as you all looked at his noticeable erection.

“Very clearly.” You giggled as you looked at his size through his pants.

Ivar hobbled over to you with a smile before he pulled you in for what felt like a hug from a lover. One hand was in your hair while the other was very low on your back. You actually felt his hardened member pressed against your stomach as he held you.

“Thank you.” He whispered in your ear before stepping back.

“So who shall I bring to your room?” Ubbe asked joyfully as he patted his brother back.

“No one.” Ivar answered and your eyes shot to his.

“But you are finally able to bed a woman.” Hvitserk laughed evenly as he frowned at Ivar.

“Y/N would you excuse us for a moment.” Ivar spoke, you gave him a nod before leaving the Greta hall and waiting outside. Ivar watched as you walked out before turning to his brothers with a smile.

“You’re going to bed her aren’t you?” Bjorn snorted with an approving nod.

“No I am going to make her my wife.” Ivar grinned and his brothers laughed and congratulated him.

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Later that night there was a meeting called by Ivar, saying everyone must attend. You were already by Ivar’s side as everyone started pouring into the great hall with chatter. You could here people asking each other if they knew what was going on but no one seemed to know except Ivar and his brothers.

Ivar stood up and everyone stopped talking, listening to whatever he was about to say. You bowed you head in respect before lifting it to watch him address his people.

“I have brought you all here to inform you I have found a woman that I wish to make queen.” You stomach dropped as the words left his mouth. Your heart squeezed painfully as you looked down to hide your tears.

“Her name is Y/N and she is a healer.” Your eyes shot up to him who was staring down at you. The tears that had escaped seemed to shock him and he approached you carefully.

“What is wrong my love?” He asked gently and you wiped your eyes with a smile.

“I thought you were going to marry some random beautiful Princess or something.” You sniffled with a pout and he just laughed before cupping your cheek and leaning down.

When his lips touched yours it was like a million sparks exploding behind your eyes. It felt like the most amazing thing you’d ever felt. It was your first kiss and you wished it would never end. He pulled away to look at his people who were smiling.

“Meet your future Queen of Kattegat!” He cheered heartily before leading you to the queens throne. You blushed as he made you sit down.

If someone would if told you as a year ago that you would one day be a queen you would’ve laughed. Yet here you were with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen holding your hand as he tells you he wishes to marry you.

“I am shocked you wish to marry me my King.” You whispered to him as he laced your finger together.

“Why? You are beautiful, kind and know how to handle my legs among other things.” He smirked as he brought your hand to his lips with a lustful gaze. You flushed under his gaze but gave him a smile to show him you were happy.

“I wish to make a sacrifice to Thor as a thank you to him for leading me to you.” You chuckled happily and he nodded his head in agreement.

“And maybe to Freya so she might bless us with a child.” He added making you giggle returned his nod.

You could not believe everything that had happened and how quickly you fell in love with this man beside you but no matter what you knew your life together would be adventurous and for that you could not wait.

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ubbesbabymama · 2 years ago

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We have a problem.

↳ Pairing. Ivar the Boneless.

↳ Summary. In where Ivar despises how much he admires you.

↳ Word count. 1.9K.

↳ Warnings. Mention of violence(? I mean, the show is violent, heated moment but not smut.

↳ Note. You could say it’s kind of an enemies to lovers, but a bad one so sorry for that.

For the love of the gods, he despises you. You make him use his manners even when he doesn’t feel like it, you make him say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ as if he’s not your king, and you even give him the same look his brothers uses to give him when he gave an idea and they didn’t even think about it. He definitely hates you.

But he’s not going to attempt to harm you, oh he will never.

“Get ready, we’re going to study the battlefield,” He says when his army and you are finished making camp in England.

He grunts when you ignore him, instead holding your cup to a thrall so she can fill it with some ale.

“Please,” He murmurs.

“Great, let’s go my king.” You chant, standing up and starting to walk to one of the horses, with some men following you. He rolls his eyes.

“I hate when you do that,” He says when you both are already on the way to the field where the fight is gonna take place.

“You may be my king but I’m not a slave, you treat me like an equal even if we are not in your eyes.” You say.

You are his strongest warrior, his right hand if we are being honest, with the hate and everything. He’s certain that you’re a far better tactician than he is and that same methodical thinking that he has is what makes you the second most dangerous person in his kingdom, after him. You never show your full potential but your smug attitude towards him is enough to know that you are what you talk, and for that he hates you. Because he admires you so much that he can’t help but to put you in the same position he has his father.

“Oh, a wood I see,” You murmur with a smirk.

“It will be difficult to fight here,” He says.

“Say who?” You ask and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Look around, my king.”

And he does, he looks around trying to see whatever the fuck you’re seeing but he can’t think of a decent strategy that involves these enormous trees.

“You have lost your mind, we definitely can’t fight here.” He shrugs and you sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Watch your mouth.” He snaps, his breathing already increasing at the anger starting to bubble inside of him.

“I said, don’t be stupid,” You repeat slowly, making sure that you pronounce every word and he swears that if it wasn’t because of how much he needs your skills you would be dead right there and then. “This time we brought more archers than we usually do.”

You get off your horse and start walking to a tree that it’s easy to climb. Ivar looks at you with curiosity.

“They will expect us to fight them there,” You point to where the land doesn’t have trees. “For that’s the way we normally fight, but we can give them a welcome before the real fight. Lower their number as much as we can.”

“With archers.” He hums and you nod, taking your own arch and arrow and aiming at him.

“With archers.” You murmur and he smiles when you shoot, hitting a deer that was several meters away from him. “That will definitely be a good way of starting the fight.”

“Starting? You just want to start the fight here?” He asks, watching you walk to him after climbing off the tree.

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes and he sighs for the nth time. “We will have men where is clear and men hiding along the path from where they are gonna come from. We will force them to fight here, if they try to run back they will face our men, and if they try to run straight…”

“They will face our men.” Ivar murmurs, smirking.

He doesn’t see you again till the next day when is the time to fight, he made sure everybody was aware of the plan and made sure to position you by his side, to keep an eye on you he says.

“You know I can defend myself right?” You tell him when you’re on positions.

“And?”

“You always put me by your side when we are fighting,” You say and he ignores that, looking straight to where the enemy is supposed to get intercepted by the archers. “If you want to protect me so much just say it.”

“Who says I want to protect you?” He snarls with feigned disgust. “I have to, for I remind you that you’re my second in command.”

“Are you sure, my king?” You chuckle and he looks at you. “Are you sure that’s all I am?”

He hates you. Because you know that all his hate is a fucking act to hide his true feelings, because you know he dies to have you and you use that to your advantage to get under his skin.

“And if you’re more so what?” He snaps.

“Then go to my tent if I make it out alive.” You laugh, and just in time some of the enemies come from out of the wood.

And just like you said, it was a small number, the others were probably dead or fighting with the other group of warriors on the other side.

“Let’s do this, my king.” You say excited, and he smiles. You adore to fight.

You fight without a care in the world, laughing, smiling and enjoying the slaughtering you were making, with him not too far away watching your back by throwing his axe and making a slaughtering of his own.

His army win, as he imagined, and he can’t be more proud of his army, and you.

Late at night he finds himself crawling to your tent, finding you taking a bandage off your thigh, showing a kind of deep wound.

“I didn’t see that earlier, when did you get it?” He asks, not waiting for you to give him permission to enter and doing it anyways, he sits in front of you.

“I didn’t say you can come in.”

“When. Did. You. Get. It.” He grunts. He can’t believe you got hurt when he was supposed to be protecting you without your knowledge.

“It was when we were making sure they were all dead, one used his last breath to try to do some damage and he cut me. It’s not as deep as it seems, it’s just that it opened when I was moving around.” You explain.

He crawls a little more till he’s sitting sideways in front of your open legs. It’s just now that he realizes that you’re just wearing an undergarment, a really thin one.

With shaky hands he takes the bowl with a cloth that you have on the floor and just when he’s gonna start cleaning the open wound he gets distracted with the amount of skin on display, his stare going up so slowly he’s sure you notice. And you do.

“You came into my tent to see my chest, my king?” You say in a mocking tone and he looks to the cloth in his hand.

He stays like that till he feels your hand on his chin, making him look up. You shrug.

“At least clean my wound first and the you’ll have all time in the world to stare,” He abruptly moves his face from your grip and you laugh.

But he puts the bowl on the floor and climbs onto your bed, sitting by your side and forcing himself to show confidence when he takes your leg and put it on his thigh, you take the bowl for him, not giving attention to the fact that the little dress scrunched up with your new position.

Slowly, with a patience he doesn’t have he starts to clean your wound, grimacing like he’s the one in pain when he feels you sucking a breath. Then, he takes the clean bandage and wrap it nicely around the wound and stay there, with his hands on your knee and thigh. He looks at you.

“You gave me permission to come in.” He murmur and you frown.

“I didn’t.”

“Before you jumped on killing the saxons, you did,” You raise your eyebrows remembering. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have come.”

“Right.”

You stay in a confused silence, confused because you seem to be in peace while he’s nervous and fidgeting with the closeness.

“What’s wrong, are you injured too?” You ask.

“We have a problem.”

“Uh? Something’s wrong?” You sit straight and just when you are going to put the leg down he stops you.

“I want to lay with you.” You suck a breath, just because you didn’t really believe he would give the first step. “For more than one time.”

“What does that mean?” He looks at you like he does everyday, wanting to shake your pettiness.

“It means that I want to be your man, and have you for myself everyday, not just for one night. I want to make you my queen, that’s what it means.” He says everything in one breath and this is the first time that he actually leaves you speechless. “I want you to just… go to bed with me.”

You stay silent, watching his hands and not looking up not even when he squeezes your thigh. He starts to fidget again.

“And where’s the problem in everything you just said?” You murmur.

“Uh?”

“You said we have a problem, where is it?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“The problem is that a cripple wants you, the most powerful shieldmaiden in my whole army,” He grunts. “A man that can’t fucking satisfy—,”

“There you go being stupid again,” You snort softly, while simultaneously moving till you are straddling him and letting him rest his back on your bed, you lean till both of your chests are touching. “Let me remind you that I been knowing you for a long time and I know firsthand that it can work.”

“That’s not true.” He whispers, grabbing your hips.

“I have seen you spy on me when we are raiding and I have to bathe on rivers and trust me,” He looks behind you, not wanting to look you in the eyes. “I could see that it works.”

He grips your hips again and just when he is about to say something foul out of embarrassment you crash your lips with his and right away he moans, his left hand flying to grab the back of your neck to keep you in place, wanting to dominate you but the way you roll your hips distract him.

“Fuck…” He whispers when you bite his lower lip, he softly slaps your ass and you moan in his mouth.

“Again, please,” You whisper and he does just that, smacking your ass again while attentively watching your expression, he does it again. “Fuck, my king.”

He gives you one hard smack that has you gasping, you look at him and he’s dead serious.

“My name.”

“Ivar.”

“Exactly.” You sigh and lean to give him a sweet kiss. “That’s the name that should be leaving your lips.”

“We have another problem.” You murmur right into his mouth.

“What is it?” He whispers, entertained with your ass, caressing it.

“I have to put up with you from now on.”

He grunts.

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tartrazeen · 2 years ago

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One thing I should've mentioned in my Train-Going-Home post about how Ivar and Angus are playing together is how that joke looks from Ivar's point of view. 💕

Angus is constantly burying himself under the worst assumptions of what everyone's thinking. That's why his take on the joke was a "Harr harr harr, isn't funny that tme peasant is bragging to the prince." It's inspired by how much Ivar hated it from Garrett, who's also a prince, but the comedy Angus thinks he's adding is that as bad as that was, how much worse is it to hear from somebody who doesn't even have a title? The most Angus can ever refer to himself as is 'Angus of Kells', which sticks out and falls flat as much as he does.

You have to wonder if that's also why he tried to wrestle the monster first (which led to him needing Ivar's help) rather than using his mace (which instantly finished it off): he was purposely being a clown, and right after things got a little too close for comfort, he figured he could wrap it up. But the joke was told: look at this goofy peasant talking down to a prince and then fighting that monster in the dumbest way imaginable. Because if he's stupid enough to brag like that, then he's too stupid to even know how to fight properly in the first place. It's all building on that single punchline of, "How arrogant can a person be?" And that's not just Ivar's berserk button, either; that's what pissed Angus off enough at Rohan to finally push back.

It probably stings a bit when Rohan shows up and calls Angus dumb right after. I mean, it's what Rohan always says, but Angus sounded slightly firmer than usual in his reply to it, and Ivar did pick that moment to speak and get the conversation back on track about Angus' reward after Rohan kiiiinda stomped on his celebration. (And just a few episodes later, Rohan gets pissy at Angus over his usual 'lol i would like gold plz' quip because Rohan was trying to focus on his celebration over saving the village, so it's only fair Angus would get to be pissy here when it's an actual insult-made-at-his-direct-expense-by-his-best-friend-who-swears-it's-a-joke - but he doesn't. Instead, Angus lets it go. Again.)

It probably also stings when Ivar - now wanting Angus' wish - tries coercing him into using it for the chalice as if flattery and smooth-talk is so sneaky (or at least sneaky enough for who Ivar's talking to) that Dumb Peasant Angus wouldn't even notice what was happening. You know, the guy who passed Fin Varra's test of honesty by specifically ignoring the flattery and lies that the fairy told him, which would've had them all stepping on the wrong stones and dying. But Angus still doesn't say anything about it. He does what he does with Rohan and laughs it off - and Ivar's a prince so he can't do much more than that, which is why Angus' laugh that time sounded nervously awkward.

After all, that was the joke in the first place: Angus is so dumb, he doesn't even know he's so dumb, laugh at how badly he fights this monster as if he thinks that's how it's done. It's funny. Really. The fact that everyone's always acting like it's true just proves how funny it is.

(btw literally none of the shit that went wrong in that episode would've happened if angus wished for what he wanted the second he had it, or if he'd been the kind of person to double-down and insist Ivar was jealous and ignore him. but angus cares about what his friends think, so...)

Anyway. That's not what Ivar sees.

Ivar, like I said before, very recently lost a duel to Angus and has fought at his side for quite a while now. Ivar also just had Angus save the chalice from Cathbad's magic box; yes, it was stolen again, but the hope of getting it back someday can now keep living on in Ivar's heart.

It's also a little funny that the episode starts with Ivar saying Angus needs tracking practice, because in the episode where they learn Rohan's Draganta and they have to find Deirdre and Ivar (both captured at this point), it's Angus saying, "The trail ends here," and he's right because those two are like two minutes away. They can see Rohan fighting the second they've been let out of the cage. So it's one of two things: Ivar knows Angus already has a talent for it and wants to help him get even better (not Rohan or Deirdre, mind you, who don't ever seem to track anything; just Angus), or...

Y'know. :)

Ivar wanted to hang out with him.

Who's to say? :D

("hey rohan go hide somewhere and angus and i will come find you when we're uhhhhhh finished practicing 👀")

With that as the context, it wouldn't make sense for Ivar to find Angus' joke funny for the reasons Angus intended it to be. When he's talking to Cathbad, yes, Ivar does say that Angus is known to be selfish. But Cathbad's the one who says, "Angus has a warm heart (and limited vision)" and none of them disagree with that at all. They agree with it so much that that is what Ivar targets when he tries to trick Angus later.

Ivar, Deirdre, Cathbad and Maeve all try giving Angus what they think he wants to get the wish from him. Deirdre gives him food (excellent guess, actually could've worked if she'd been more tactful). Cathbad gives him magic lessons (I think). Maeve literally gives him gold (not enough though lmao). But Ivar appeals to his kindness.

He doesn't say he'll make Angus a prince or give him treasure, but that Angus would be treated like royalty and have a day named after him because the country would be so grateful to have their chalice back. And he starts it off by saying, "Hey, it's our wish," rather than saying, "You're gonna get a day named after you," because Ivar's appealling to Angus' sense of fairness and happy recognition of other people's efforts first - and Ivar's totally right to do so! He gives Angus one reason for how the wish is for both of them, completely contrary to what he said in the cave, and just like that, Angus cheerily agrees to split it instead of forcing Ivar to give him even another word of explanation. Angus is just so willing to jump to celebrate other people's victories with them (like Rohan after saving the village even when Angus was already so close to finally snapping at him), being the first to compliment everyone on their talents (with exceptions for Deirdre because picking at her for being a girl is a guaranteed way of annoying her), and being so protective of Ivar's success at getting the chalice back that he refuses to let Conchobar and Cathbad take it away.

Ivar's approach to getting the wish is unique in that sense. There's no bribery involved like Maeve, there's no outright deception like Deirdre and Cathbad. There's not even the openly manipulative angle of "You know how much this means to me, you've heard me talking about this for ages" like there is from Rohan. It's a straightforward and honest request to share the wish, with the reward of the only thing Angus (who Ivars knows by now) could want more than gold: anyone finally appreciating him enough to tell him 'thank you'. Which adds another layer to Ivar supporting Angus when he wanted a thank you from that wood elf, and to Rohan getting shitty at Angus for saying how everyone always thanks Draganta, never the other Mystic Knights.

So when Angus makes his little "pay attention and learn something" joke, there's a lot more happening from Ivar's point of view.

It's funny because Angus is telling him to learn something that they both know Ivar can already do, in the middle of Ivar giving Angus 'tracking practice'.

It's funny because Angus is being condescending to Ivar in the way they know Ivar hates, and that they know Angus also hates.

It's funny because Angus is being a dick, and Ivar knows - second only to how much Rohan knows - how endlessly sweet he is.

That is the irony. That's what Ivar's laughing about. That's why he would've left Garrett and Rohan to fend for themselves in this situation, and why he politely helps Angus enough to protect him from danger but doesn't intervene enough to interrupt the second half of the joke: that he can save the day all by himself.

To Ivar, it would've looked like Angus was setting a goofy challenge for himself by purposely making the fight harder - like how Garrett fought Rohan with a staff when they first met. Angus doesn't normally do that (Garrett says Angus fights by trying to be tricky, which is not what I'd call 'football tackling a tree-monster-demon), so Ivar would've known that something was up and let him continue whatever he was doing. But with how Ivar has seen Angus wrestle, it's not like it's such a bad option that he couldn't have won that way.

Basically, Angus is too good of a fighter to for it to have come across as a Dumb Peasant Doing More Dumb Things Because He's Dumb. It could've only been, "Angus is playing with his opponent, which is funny because Angus hates doing any work he doesn't have to do." The guy complains about walking, Ivar complains about Angus taking too many breaks, yet here Angus is, mace to the side, grappling something he could've easily defeated with a weapon instead.

I think Ivar assumed the punchline was going to be Angus working up a sweat, then bragging about how easy it was and that he'd absolutely wished there were ten other monsters that he could wrestle too - as if the 'bragging' joke was a reference to Garrett and this joke was a reference to Rohan, who then literally shows up when they're fighting the Temrans and says, "lol why didn't you invite me to the party?" Remember that this is right after Angus was complaining about having to be out here for tracking practice at all, and Ivar's been there for Angus' other little jokes about how he singlehandedly saved the day when he very obviously didn't, like in that episode where Rohan got his armour fought the rock monster and Angus casually knocked it off once most of the work was done. So it's an ironic joke that Angus is known for making.

The joke is funny to Ivar because he knows that none of it is true.

The joke is funny to Angus because he knows that everyone thinks it is.

And I'd like to think that when Ivar finally realizes that, he makes it his personal quest to do whatever it takes to fix this.

There are like

so many instances of Deirdre touching Angus' waist that did not need to happen

She doesn't do this to Rohan, definitely doesn't do it to Ivar, doesn't do it to Garrett as far as I can remember or see

But Angus

She's just touch-touch-touch with him all the time, and not even in a "Oh, this was necessary to get your attention" or "Excuse me, I have to squeeze through" way. It's her deliberately extending her arm, stretching over to reach him, PLENTY OF SPACE AROUND, and patting him on the hip

Sometimes it's to be like "Let me handle this 😤". Most of the time it's ":3 hi. ok see u later"

👀💖

I should count how many times it happens just for fun someday

#mystic knights of tir na nog #my stuff #good job tartra #💕🤗💕

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disasterofastory · 3 years ago

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Captured (Ivar x Reader)

Captured

Ivar x Reader

Warnings: crying, hurt/comfort, mention of sex, almost smut

Summary: Ivar and you have a lot to talk about.

"I can't believe this!"

You try to open the door, but it is locked. You kick the wood before you try again, but it only rattles in its place.

"Are you done?" Ivar asks, watching you make a fool out of yourself. His voice is monotone.

"At least I can kick it," you snap back, seeing a frown forming on his face before you turn back to the door.

"Real mature," he murmurs.

"You are the one who talks? We wouldn't be in this position if you keep your mouth shut!"

"I didn't ask you to come out of your hiding spot!"

"What should I have done? Let them take you away?"

"Yes," he answers angrily. "I don't need you!"

"I know!" You shout back. Heat rising under your skin. "You made it clear!"

Silence follows your words as you sink down to the floor. Ivar sits not far from you, almost burning a hole into the stonewalls with his glare.

You two got caught in a Christian village. The others left the place soon enough, but Ivar stayed back with a few warriors searching for more gold. At first, everything went well. He planned to follow his brothers at night, but Christian warriors appeared and talked shit about the cripple brother.

You don't know where the others are because when Ivar jumped out of his hiding space, you followed him without thinking.

Now both of you are in prison, waiting for something to happen. You hope Ubbe and the others heard about your bad luck already, and they are on their way to rescue you. If the Christians decide to kill you before the brothers arrive… well… you are fucked.

"Could you breathe quieter?" Ivar snaps at you suddenly, and first, you can't even react.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

"Could you not breathe at all?" You spat back.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Right now? I would love it!"

You have no idea what went wrong between you and Ivar. You were best friends as kids. You followed him everywhere, learned to fight by his side, and talked about your ambitions and plans for the future. Then, he started to avoid you, and it got to the point where you weren't any different than the others to him. He was mean to you and belittled you. After a while, you gave up on him.

"Do it then!" He says. "Tell them everything, so they kill me before the others arrive. Maybe they let you go for the information."

For a few seconds, you can't do anything else just stare at him.

"I wouldn't betray you," you state. "I'm not you."

"What do you mean? I betrayed you?"

"You tell me," you reply.

The air is tense between you. You know you act like kids who can't stand each other, but it's not so far from the truth.

"It's not me who threw away our friendship."

"Are you still angry about it?" He snorts, and you can't help but feel bad, hearing his words.

You knew that Ivar doesn't like you anymore, he made it clear, but still… Something deep in you hopes that the dark-haired man feels something, anything positive for you.

"I'm not," you answer even if you know it's a lie. "You are just annoying me."

You turn away from him, looking into nothing and hoping your conversation can end there.

But of course, it's Ivar.

"Then why did you try to save me? Hm? If I'm so annoying, why are you following me everywhere?"

His voice is aggressive, demanding answers.

You lament on it a few seconds before you make your decision.

"Okay," you nod. "Maybe we die here, so maybe there is no reason to shut up now. But I warn you; if I tell you, and we survive, I leave you for good. I'll move away from Kattegat, and I will never ever want to hear from you again."

If you really survive and Ivar knows your secret, you can't live in one village with him. You would never hear the end of the constant humiliation.

Ivar seems surprised for a moment before he hides his feelings behind an annoyed and already bored mask.

"Big words," he mocks you.

"I love you," you tell him. Easily. Clearly.

His eyes widen at your confession.

"I have no idea why," you continue. There is no reason to stop now. "You are rude and mean to me all the time, and it doesn't matter how many times I think about the last days of our friendship, I don't know how I angered you so much."

He watches you, still in shock from your words.

"But it doesn't matter… not really. I don't follow you everywhere," you correct him before you continue. "But if I can do something to protect you, then I do it. Call me crazy. Or an idiot."

The silence grows longer and longer between you with each passing second.

"You won't move anywhere," he states, and you can't help but laugh.

"You don't have a word in it."

"Of course I do," he snorts. "I am the prince."

"Yeah," you nod. "Remember when you were my friend?"

"You started it," he says after a while, still thinking about your words.

You love him.

Insane.

"After I… fucked with Margrethe," he adds, seeing your confusion. "You were different to me. I thought because you heard about my useless cock. Even you couldn't stay with the cripple, who can't be a real man."

You are truly surprised.

"I was just angry at you," you tell him. "We were friends since the beginning, and you decided to fuck a slave instead."

Ivar doesn't answer. What could he say? That he fucked up? That he regretted his actions even before anything happened?

"Ivar," you mention his name to draw his attention back to you. "You know your cock works, right?"

"It doesn't, Y/N. Believe me, I would know about it."

"Well, you clearly don't."

"Oh, so now, you want to tell me that you know more about my cock than me," he spats at you angrily, but you understand why. It's a sensitive topic for him, and the only defense he knows is the attack.

"I saw you touching yourself when I bathed in the river, and you thought I didn't see you."

You can see the slight blush on his pale skin when you confess your knowledge about his doings.

Back then, you thought it's a good sign that he would come to you, but he chose the slave, and your heart broke.

"It seemed like nothing was wrong with it."

"Then why did it not work when I needed it?" He questions you, thinking he got you there.

"Because you chose the wrong woman," you answer, shrugging your shoulders.

"And who was the right woman? You?"

You know he is still embarrassed about the topic, but his words hurt you nonetheless.

He sees the change in your expression. He hurt you. Again. He regrets it immediately.

He wanted you back then. He wanted to ask you to be his first, but he was a coward. He didn't want to seem like an inexperienced loser, who doesn't even know how or where to touch a woman. He wanted to learn to give you the best. And everything bit him in the ass. He was a joke among the slaves and his brothers.

Poor Ivar, he can't get it up. He is not a real man. Of course, his cock doesn't work, why would it?

"I'm sorry," he says, maybe the first time ever. "You are right. I wanted to, you know? I wanted to go to you to be my first, but I knew nothing about women and sex."

"What?" You ask, shocked.

"I tell you something if you promise you won't leave me," he says, but when you don't answer, he understands. He asks too much. "That night… I called Margreth on your name and forbid her to talk, so she doesn't ruin my image of you."

Familiar excitement runs through your body. You felt this before when you noticed Ivar touching himself behind the bushes.

You stand up from the floor. Ivar's face changes from embarrassment to fear. What do you want to do?

You drop yourself onto his lap, facing him. And you hit him on the head. Repeatedly. Not strong enough to injure him but enough to annoy the shit out of him.

"Hey!" He shouts, trying to grab your wrists.

"You broke my heart!" You yell at him. Unshed tears burn your eyes. "Did you know that I heard the gossip that day? That you will go and fuck somebody? I thought you'd come to me! I did wait for you! And you never showed up!"

Ivar's stomach churns. He didn't know that.

"I was so angry at you! I couldn't even look into your eyes the next day! I was mortified! You chose a slave over me!" Your shout echoes between the walls. "And for what? Because you were afraid that I would judge you?"

"I'm sorry," he says. His voice seems like a whisper after your yelling.

But you are not done. There are years of pain in you, waiting to get out.

"And after everything, you decided to forget me. You didn't talk to me, and when you did, you were so mean."

Tears roll down on your heated skin. Your chest moves up and down from the sniffing.

"I'm sorry," he replies. The words barely can come out through his tightened throat.

He cups your cheeks, wiping down the tears. He caresses the line of your chin.

"I'm sorry."

He leans closer, kissing you for the first time. It's salty and awkward because of your sniffing. His hand slides to the back of your head, keeping you against his lips until both of you feel dizzy and breathless.

"I'm sorry."

Ivar's other hand moves down to your hips when you start to rock yourself above him. His lips go down to your neck, nibbling on the soft skin. A grunt leaves his lips, pushing you down more on him.

"See?" You say. "It works."

Ivar doesn't even have the time to be surprised about it. Pleasure clouds his mind at the feeling.

And everything is over even before it really starts. The warmth of your kiss still lingers on his parted lips.

The door opens with a loud thud, and you barely have time to look back over your shoulder when a Christian grabs your arm, shoving you away from the Viking.

A squeal breaks through your lips from the surprise.

"Hey!" Ivar barks angrily. A small dagger shines in his hand under the weak candle lights. "Touch my queen again, and I will cut your throat out through your ass!"

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar imagine #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar x reader #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

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aissa-snapped · 3 years ago

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The heathen and the christian part 2

Word count: 4k+

Pairings: Ivar x OC

Warnings: depiction of violence, sexual harassment, mention on sex

As requested by @youbloodymadgenius , here`s part two

Summary: Frigyth finally arrives on the Viking`s homeland, and just when she thought things are finally settling in, things take a south.

The moment Frigyth left the safety of her family, everything seemed to be a blur. Any ounce of trust she might have had in Ivar from when they first met, was all gone. She couldn`t remember clearly how she ended up in a strange, unfamiliar tent, her hands bound tight together by a rope. To say she was frightened was an understatement. From this moment onwards, anything could have happened to her and no one.... NO ONE would come and save her.

She desperately analyzed the room, noticing a huge bed in the middle, some sort of table, and a pair of crutches resting next to a chair. Only when she directed her eyes towards the exit of the tent, did she notice a creepy looking figure, sitting on the ground and watching her, with a sinister looking smile. Her heart was back at pumping blood faster and faster, and she inaudibly gulped.

Ivar slowly crept up towards the table, grabbing his crutches, so that he could dominate over her with his height and intimidate her even more -not that it was necessary since the poor girl was already wishing she could just die rather than be there with him-.

Once he got in front of her kneeling figure, he tsked, silently ordering her to look at him.

'' I trust you know what your status is from now on, right?'' He questioned her, as if waiting for her to say no, just so he could arrogantly remind her of her new role.

Frigyth shrugged, keeping the silence of a mouse, refusing to accept that this was her new life. Because acknowledging it would be too hurtful.

'' Well, dear Frigyth... as of now... you are my new personal slave.'' Although it was pretty obvious that this was what would become of her the moment she was rudely taken away from her family, she still had a spark of hope that maybe Ivar would be kind enough to not undermine her like that. But of course that was a foolish thought.

Fighting hard against her own body, she couldn`t help but let a few tears run down her cheeks. And after those, more and more tears escaped, making her a crying mess. She was attempting to respond to him but simply couldn`t, as she was now sobbing. Ivar huffed, waved at her in a 'stop being so dramatic' way and turned around, walking towards the empty chair and taking a seat, and waited for the girl to calm down. Placing his chin in his palm, he watched her boringly as she was shaking her head in madness.

After a few good minutes, she took a big breath, calming down and finally being able to spill what she has been trying to tell him for the past hour.

'' You... YOU MONSTER. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?! WHY ME?? LET ME GO BACK!!'' She was yelling, thrashing her body around as much as it allowed her, since her arms were tied behind her. Ivar watched with curiosity, observing how she was slowly being driven mad. She continued screaming, kicking her legs in plain air. Her tantrum was heard by two guards outside the tent, who rushed inside, going straight for the girl, grabbing both her arms and lifting her up. Ivar frowned deeply, noticing how they were going to take the girl out of the tent - and probably move her to the slave tent, where they were to be tortured-.

''LÁTTU HANA EIGA SIG. FARÐU ÚT'' Ivar shouted angrily, and by the looks of it, people around here listened to him in a heartbeat, without oposing for a second, or stumbling. Dropping her back down, she fell back on her knees, glaring as hard as she could at the guards, who turned swiftly and left the tent. ( Leave her. Get out)

Once she was once again in the presence of the crippled Viking, she huffed frustratedly, while Ivar raised his eyebrows questioningly.

'' Are you done now?'' Pointing with his hands towards the entrance, from which the two buff Vikings appeared a minute earlier, he continued '' I don`t think you appreciate what I do for you. Those guards would have taken you to training. You know what that is?'' Shaking her head no, he chuckled. '' Training is what every slave goes through. Especially those who do what you just did. They get tortured until they learn to behave and listen to their masters.''

Shuffling uncomfortably trying to find a more comfortable position, Frigyth widened her eyes, thinking of the horrors the other women must endure. She hoped with all her heart that all this was worth it, as long as her family would stay alive.

'' My parents... sisters.. they are all right? You promised to not hurt them.'' Her voice broke, eyes looking down at the ground submissively.

'' Yes. I talked to my men. Told them not to raid your little cottage. Happy?''

'' Can`t say I`m happy. I just lost my freedom to some Viking haven`t I?'' She retorted back sarcastically, subtly testing the boundaries and seeing how far she can go with her witty remarks.

Ivar hardened his gaze, once again creeping up to her slowly, planting his crutches under the ground with more force. He then threw his crutched to the ground, and dropping next to her, now they were both level to level. The only difference was, he was a head taller than her, and his status as king was intimidating her. The young leader raised his right hand, cupping her cheek in his hand, and running his thumb over it. With one quick and precise move, he slapped her firmly, leaving her in a state of shock more than pain.

'' Whatever might have happened on that day we first met, forget it. I am now your king AND master and I will expect you to act like a good slave and keep your thoughts to yourself. What I just did was the lightest form of punishment. From now on only worse ones will follow if you keep that attitude. UNDERSTOOD?'' The same hand now was having a solid grip on her neck, squeezing only softly to ensure he made his point across and she would now stay in her lane.

The first week in her new position were awful, to say the least. She was to follow Ivar around at all times, helping him around, carrying anything for him, cooking for him, preparing his baths. And as sad as it might have sounded, she was the luckiest.

Throughout her trips outisde the tent, when she was following her new master around, she was able to observe how the other female slaves were being treated worse than her. Raped, groped, disrespected and even beaten if one refused to offer themselves to one of the thirsty disgusting men, she did have to admit it to herself that she had it good. While being with Ivar, no one dared come close to her, or order her around. At least she didn`t have that to worry about.

During her first days at camp, when she and Ivar were heading towards the council to plan more strategies and talk about the future of the army, she met the other Ragnarssons. Ubbe was the second oldest, and the most mature one out of all of them. He was the first one to break a fight between his younger brothers, which was usually started by Ivar. Hvitserk was a funny guy, though he never tried to hide the lust that was poorly hidden behind his eyes when they first greeted eachother. He would often shamelessly stare at her up and down, smirking, right before Ivar would yell at him and threaten to smash his face with an axe.

One particular night, while Frigyth was warming up Ivar`s water so he could bathe, he insisted they were to discuss something important.

''We`re leaving tomorrow.'' This was the ice breaker. She didn`t know what tha meant exactly. Is he leaving and letting her stay here with her family? Very unlikely, but she would not dare ask, so she preferred to let him continue.

'' We are going back to Kattegat. And I want to tell you some things before you go...for your safety.'' He observed the girl, trying to hold any sort of eye contact, but not being succesful since she was avoiding his eyes.

Ivar sighed, both from being tired and annoyed, and cleared his throat.

''You can speak,you know?'' He reminded her, amused by her reaction when he saw her jerk up at the mention of her being able to talk. Last time she checked, he asked her to keep her thoughts to herself.

'' Ugh thank God I can speak. I was starting to feel as if I`m losing my voice.'' She joked, half expecting to get slapped again, but instead she was taken by surprise when the young boy actually let out a small laugh.

'' In Kattegat, slaves, especially christian slaves, are harassed more than others. So I make a suggestion, for your own good. Stay close to me and you will be fine. Do NOT pray to your God, or talk in that weird language, just be a good slave and listen to orders.'' He explained simply.

'' What if I DO want to pray to God hmm?'' Frigyth challenged, feeling a new sentiment of bravery.

'' Then you`ll do it in my chambers only, when everyone is busy.'' He offered begrudgingly, seeing as he had to give something to the eager girl, otherwise she would complain all day.

The following morning began earlier than usual, with Ivar commanding her along with his personal guards to pack his things and move them on his long boat. Frigyth was pushing through the mass of giant Vikings to load some of the easier belongings that she could carry for her master, trying to avoid getting stepped on.

With one final look at her homeland, she started feeling homesick already. Thinking about the fact that this might be her last time seeing those hills, the forests, this exact shore they were soon casting off from. With Ivar sitting at the end of the longboat, and next to him his dear slave, the Viking army all sailed off into the distance, back to the cold lands.

Kattegat was abnormal. That was Frigyth`s first impression upon arriving there. First thing she noticed, or rather she felt, was the cold. It was barely end of summer and back in Northumbria, the weather was still pleasant around this time. But here, it was torture. Ivar took notice of her shivering frame, and yelled at one of his men to hand her a thicker dress that seemed to have been made out of wool.

The girl did not hesitate and threw the new piece of clothing over her already existing attire. Instantly, she sunk down in the warmth it was providing her, trying to keep as much heat inside her clothes as she could.

Ivar smiled - almost lovingly- at her. ''You`re welcome.''

Frigyth blushed, out of fear or embarassment not even she knew, and replied with a quiet `thank you'.

The arrival of the army was welcome with a big feast, which was something the anglo-saxon girl was not familar with. Before the big party that night, Ivar showed Frigyth the surrounding area, trying to bring some familiarity in her.

'' These are my chambers. Where I`ll be sleeping. And that in the corner is your bed, where you will be sleeping.'' He pointed his sharp end of his crutches to a tiny bed sat in a corner. She nodded her head, not coming up with an adequate answer.

'' You should probably go to the kitchens, help some of the other servants, get familiar with the chores.''

'' But-'' Before Ivar was about to yell at her for opposing his command, she quickly continued '' I don`t speak the language. I will not undertsnad them and make a fool out of myself.'' She ended on a sad note, trying to bring the most vulnerable side of her out, in hopes to guilt trip Ivar.

Instead, as a means of comfort, he approached her, and made a new unknown move to her. He placed his dominand arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, so now she was at evel with his chin. She glanced up at him fearfully, not knowing what his next move might be. Maybe another slap? But she was surprised all he did was lower his head and place his forehead on hers, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

Frigyth was frozen up, not daring to breathe or move an inch. Still with his eyes closed, he instructed her. '' Follow whatever they are doing. And if they give you any trouble, come to me immediately.'' And with that, he backed away from her, lowering his arm to her bum and patting it softly, indicating she left.

Opening the heavy worn-down wooden door slowly, she stepped shyly inside the warm room. Slaves and servants were running around frantically, working stressfully under the eyes of a very severe looking middle aged woman. It seemed everyone was equipped with a task. Some were cooking the food, others were preparing the mead or other drinks, some were taking horned cups and placing them in the great hall.

Her presence was noticed by a few younger girls, who seemed just as fidgety and nervous as her, so she thought they must be new as well. Not knowing what to do, she stood there awkwardly, stepping out of the way every once in a while when one of the girls was carrying something, she was spotted by the big lady that was watching over everyone, and with big, fat steps she strode over to her tiny figure.

''HVAÐ ERTU AÐ GERA ÞARNA? EKKI LÁTA HJÁLPAST AÐ.'' She yelled angrily at Frigyth, making her flinch. With watery eyes, she tried replying to her, but all in vain.( What are you doing there? Don`t just stand, HELP!)

'' I- I don`t speak your language.'' She stuttered, wishing she could get a grip on herself and not cry everytime someone yelled at her.

The lady seemed to be fuming after hearing her. Throwing her hands angrily and pointing at the girls cooking something she signaled for her to go up to them.

Striding over to one girl that seemed to her to be the nicest out of all here, Frigyth smiled kindly at her. The stranger returned the smile, and shoving her a piece of dough, indicating for her to start kneading it.

Moments later, after they were both working in a peaceful manner, and ignoring the noise from the rest of the kitchen, Frigyth stopped her actions, pointing her hands to herself and repeating her name slowly for the other girl to understand.

Furrowing her brows in response, and then slightly giggling, the young maid smiled kindly at Frigyth. '' I am Berwyn. I am from Northumbria as well.''

The gasp that left the red headed girl was so audible that other two girls turned around to look at the pair of them.

'' No... WAY. This is fantastic. I thought I would never see anyone from my homeland ever again. You do not understand how happy I am.'' She hugged the girl tightly, taking her by surprise, but she soon warmed up to her and reciprocated the gesture.

The two girls engulfed in the hug almost forgot where they were for a second, embracing each other in a comforting way, but were roughly interrupted when the old lady pulled them apart aggressively, tugging at their hair, making them wince.

She immediately started scolding them and shouting something that sounded aggressive to Frigyth, and when the old hag turned to her and asked her something, she was yet again oblivious to what she was saying.

'' She`s asking who our masters are so she can go tell them we have been misbehaving.'' Berwyn informed her fearfully, shaking in terror at the thought of what her master might do to her. Frigyth was thinking the same, only until she remembered what Ivar had told her before coming here. ' And if they give you any trouble, come to me immediately.'

Straightening her back, she proudly mentioned Ivar`s name, upon which the other girls in the room paused for a second, looking at her, some with fear, others it seemed with jealousy. The old lady widened her eyes in shock, but quickly composed herself and in an alerting rhythm, she left the kitchen.

Berwyn turned to her shocked, mouth agape. '' You never told me you are King Ivar`s slave.'' Shrugging simply, she replied wittily. '' You never asked.''

'' Who is that lady?''

'' That is Mistress Greta. She takes responsibility for us. She trains new slaves, and breaks them into becoming the most obedient for their masters.''

'' So.. what is she going to do now? Tell on us for hugging and laughing?'' She snorted.

Berwyn looked down sadly at her kneaded dough, nodding sadly. '' She is going to inform our masters we were misbehaving. And from there they will decide what to do with us.''

She was praying to God, or any other deity that was willing to listen, that Ivar would be in a good mood and would take her side. She did not wish to know what his REAL punishments must feel like.

The saxon girls both went back to work quietly, with a nervous feeling settling in their guts for the return of Greta.

The wait was cut short when the door was pushed open harshly, and Greta, alongside Ivar stepped inside. Everyone in the room, including Berwyn bowed down to him, not daring to lift their faces from the ground, or at least not until he had passed by them.

Frigyth was eyeing Ivar, who was already gazing at her with a piercing, intense look. Wetting his lips, he gestured with his hand for her to go to him. Passing by a few girls, she noticed how some looked at her with pity for what was about to happen, meanwhile others were glaring at her with envy, and she couldn`t understand why.

Being next to Ivar, he pulled his free arm around her shoulders, squishing her into his side. '' Greta has been telling me you have been neglecting your duties.'' He repeated what the hag has been telling him casually, not even a hint of anger being present in his voice.

This was her chance to win or lose it all. She could agree with that fact and let the punishment come, or she could tell him the truth and try to manipulate him into taking her side. It was about risking it all.

'' She is lying. I was working but I just hugged my new friend and she yelled at us for laughing. But WE WERE working I promise you Ivar.'' She pleaded, trying to reason with him.

The young king softened his pupils, staring into her eyes, trying to detect any lies, then at her lips, and for a second time ever since they`ve met, he was tempted to feel her soft looking lips on his own. Quickly snapping back to reality, he looked to Greta, who was eagerly waiting for a verdict, and hardened his gaze at her, talking harshly in old norse, making her gasp, along with the other slaves in the kitchen.

'' Go to my chambers.'' He whispered in her ear, and similar to a few hours ago, he smacked her butt softly, pushing her towards the exit. Frigyth left the kitchen hurriedly, but not before hearing the way he was screaming at Greta as if they`ve done him wrong.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she was fiddling with her fingers, occupying herself with anything to distract her mind from thinking what was about to happen. When she heard the door crack open, she quickly stood up and went over to Ivar, getting on her knees in front of him and placing her palms in a prayer way, she pathetically began apologizing for her actions.

'' PLEASE... Please... I promise I will no longer talk to anyone. But please don`t punish me.'' With her eyes closed, she could only feel his hand patting her on the head.

'' Get up.'' Sighing, he looked at her, sitting in front of him, her head at the same level with his cock, and he tried stopping the inappropriate thoughts circling his mind before it was too late.

'' I am not going to punish you.'' Confused, Frigyth stood up, and faced her master, tilting her head to the side. '' No?'' She asked confusingly.

'' No. You did nothing wrong. I told Greta and the other slaves that if they ever harass you, I will burn them alive.'' He smiled innocently, stroking one of her cheeks fondly.

Frigyth, for the first time in days, felt a sense of safety. She noticed, if she stayed on Ivar`s good side, he would protect her from anyone wanting to harm her. Maybe she was now beginning to understand why those servants were throwing her looks of jealousy. After all, she was one of the closest people to the king. She was going to sleep in the same room as him for God`s sake. Of course others were envious.

The feast was like none other she has ever seen. Not that she`s been to many before. Ivar instructed her to stay by his side, and by NO MEANS to go and pour the other Vikings ale or mead. She was made aware that she was HIS slave and his only.

With a small wooden chair placed next to the throne, she was overlooking the large hall. She could see anyone entering the longhouse, the slaves and servants serving thirsty men ale, and when she observed how the buff Vikings would grab the servants` bottoms, or pull them in their laps and forcefully grope them, all she could as a form of greatfulness was make eye contact at

Ivar, and thanking him for letting her sit next to him. All he did was smile, and grabbed both her hands and intertwined his hands with hers, bringing them in his lap.

It was odd for her to say it but the way he was hoding her, warming her ever-freezing hands, almost made her feel at home, in a twisted way.

Halfway throughout the evening, a drunk Hvisterk stmbled upon the steps that were leading to the throne, throwing Frigyth a very drunken looking wink, that made her giggle. Ivar just scoffed at his brother and went back to analyzing the crowd.

Hvitserk kept conversing with Frigyth, even though she couldn`t understand a thing. She was just laughing along because every two words he said, he would start hiccuping of laughing like a maniac, which in return made her do the same.

Ivar was squuezing her hands every so often, but she didn`t know why exactly. Only when towards the end of the feast, when the king seemed to hold a look that usually arrived before he would kill someone, he pushed Hvitserk away from his slave, and broke his hands free from the grasp he was having on hers, putting them around her face, and bringing her closer to him until he finally planted a rough kiss on her lips.

He moaned in her mouth, but she was too stunned to speak. Bringing her face for another kiss, she tried pulling away but he was a lot stronger. He started kissing her again, but this time was poking her entrance with his tongue, creating a feeling she has never felt before. Frigyth was desperately trying to push him away, and only after a few minutes did he finally let go of her.

As if snapping from a trance, Ivar immediately realized what he had done and before he could talk to her, Frigyth ran away, far from him.

She was now officially realizing that this is what it meant to be a slave. Only God knows what was going to happen once Ivar returned to their chambers, and she deeply wished Him and other gods would be there to protect her from his wrath.

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