#thevikingsheaux

[backstagepaige]

“Dear Marco,”

“I propose we keep this act up, I need to prove to someone I don’t like him and you need to get your ex so envious that she’s begging on her knees. What do you say Baby?”I smirked at the way he shifted and he looked out the window before turning to look at me. He extended his hand and said “Deal.”

Not my gif all credit to the owner!!

Warnings: None? Unless you count cursing

Pairing Marco x Reader

Word count:2,715k

Author: @backstagepaige please do NOT repost my work anywhere without elicit permission from myself. This took me a bit to write and I’d appreciate it if credit was given where its due

Authors Note: I actually wrote this for @thevikingsheaux​ 500 Followers Writing Challenge and this is my first one shot I’ve ever posted on tumblr so forgive me for any spelling, grammatical, errors or any errors at all i’m new to this. Also I know Marco isn’t in it much but I was hoping to possibly write a part 2 with more of him and the reader. I hope you all enjoy! I in no way own the idea of “Too all the boys I loved before” This is purely for fun!

Prompt:  “ 9. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before type of situation where the reader’s little sister mails out her love letters to crushes that were never meant to see them”

          “You know you could've just told me you liked me right?” My eyes dragged over to the voice that cut into my conversation.

          “Excuse me?”My brows furrowed as I turned fully to face the soccer captain. Marco tilted his head back and looked at me through hooded eyes. He rolled them and reached into his back pocket pulling out a very familiar green envelope. My back straightened and eyes blown wide as I looked from him to the letter. The question now was do I play stupid or do i just own up to it?

          “I um... Where? When did you get that?” Marco groaned and opened it, unfolding the pink paper inside. And began reading from it loudly, “Congratulations on the big game, I knew you'd be able to pull that last goal off! I’m really sorry about Stacey though”I cut him off by snatching the paper and shoving it in my back pocket. I grasped his forearm and tugged him away from the people I was talking to.

          “Listen I wrote that in high school okay? I was a kid with a crush on the soccer captain, who by the way, Everyone also had a crush on.”I rambled feeling the hair that had fallen out of my ponytail stick to my neck and the heat creeping up my cheeks and into my ears.

          “(Y/N) you do know high school was only a year ago right?” I rolled my eyes and threw my hands in the air. People had begun slowing down to look at us and whisper.

          “Look, Yeah i liked you but you were hung up on Stacey and I knew i stood no chance. So I wrote a letter to get my feelings off my chest and I had no intentions of the letters getting mailed. I knew you didn’t like me... Good luck at the game tomorrow, I gotta go. Bye Marco”I quickly ducked my head and hurried around him.

          How the fuck did he get that? I thought as I glared at the books strewn across the table for four. I groaned rubbing my eyes and laid my head down among the words of the Martindale- Hubbell Law Dictionaries. My head felt thick as I sat up and let it fall to the side, reaching for my phone. No one came to the second floor but I made sure to peek around and make sure the creep of a librarian wasn’t breathing heavy behind a bookshelf. Scrolling through my contacts I hunted my sisters number and tapped on her contact seeing her photo pop up on the screen. I closed some of the books and stacked them as I waited for her to pick up the phone.

          “How’s college whore?”I rolled my eyes as the words flooded my ear. “Just cause i’m in a sorority doesn’t mean i’m sucking off every frat guy. Stop watching porn you brat, it’s ruining college for you”I laughed hearing her gag over the line “First of all, I never wanna hear you say sucking off and porn again, Secondly I prefer the real thing not videos”I squinted my eyes shut and shook my head. “Oh my god moving on, College is fine. How’s home?”I speed, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing as she laughed. “Good, We all miss you but I miss you the most don’t let them lie to you- Your room is so awesome though (Y/N)”I furrowed my eyebrows and shot up in my seat making the legs of the chair squeal against the hardwood floor surely scratching it. “What are you talking about brat?”Her nickname felt heavy on my tongue as she giggled at something the muffled voices on the other line said. “Well you aren’t here but on the holidays so mom said I could switch rooms with you,”I felt my mouth drop at the betrayal by my mom She promised my room would always be my room no matter what! How rude! I went to speak but she cut me off “You know you had a letters at the bottom of your desk drawer? They were addressed so I figured you meant to mail them and never did so I took the liberty of doing it for you. You’re welcome no need to thank me! But hey I gotta blast and befriend some bad influences- I love you and miss you so much can’t wait to see you” I wanted to yell ‘wait’ but the dial tone cut me off. I stared out the tall windows and watched as people walked across the quad and walked up the stairs to come to the library and only one thing floated around my head.  I’m gonna fucking kill her.

          Zoe was sprawled out on my bed with her head hanging off the edge, Her hair dragging against the floor as she watched me pacing back and forth.

          “Why did I have to be the only kid born with brain cells?” “How many brain cells can you actually have? You’re the one who wrote the addresses on the letters.” I stopped and glared at her opening my mouth to spit something back but decided against it and continued pacing. “For the love of god,”Zoe jumped from the bed and grasped my shoulders turning me to face her and shaking me a bit. “You criminal justice majors and your anxiety. How can you even wanna be a cop?”Zoe laughed continuing “You can’t do anything about it now. Just own up to it and be honest- Who knows, he's single maybe you guys can be the power couple this school needs?”I rolled my eyes before closing them and rubbing the heels of my hands into my sockets harshly.

            “You’re right... Rejection isn’t something I really handle all too well.”I looked down at my hands and picked at the red acrylics. Zoe let me go and took a step back, “I’d never thought of you as the sheepish type. Wolfish? Definitely but sheepish? Not my (Y/N).” My cheeks flared with heat and I tightened my jaw “ I’m not sheepish. You can’t be in my line of career choice. That’s how you end up in a body bag.”I barked watching as Zoes brown eyes rolled behind her lids.

          “You definitely have the dramatics of cop that’s for damn sure” “And you have the attitude of a lawyer”I smirked watching as she spun around slowly her left eye twitching slightly. “Take. That. Back.”Her teeth were gritted and I crossed my arms “What are you gonna do? Strangle me with your fabrics?”She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she answered “Maybe, but you always told me to never kill anyone I know. I’ll settle for bugging you for the rest of your life.” I gasped and placed my hands on my cheeks and shrieked “The horror! I'll take getting strangled by a scarf over that”I laughed as Zoe stuck her tongue out and waving me off as she flopped on her bed.

          “Remind me why we joined a sorority?”She groaned and I crawled onto my bed and laid down. “Because we wanted to experience everything college has to offer even all the coke whores and guys that wear shorter shorts than mine...Plus we got a free pen”I laughed hearing her mumble ‘Fuck frat boys.’ My laughter died down as I saw a facebook message from Alex Hogh Andersen saying ‘I just received the most precarious letter in the mail from home today’ I screamed and threw my phone.

          “I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked!”I hissed viscously scrubbing my scalp as the cold water pounded on my scalding skin as I tried to recant the letters I wrote to the three boys. Marco, Alex, and- “Oh god” I reached out of the shower trying to find my phone.

          I quickly dialed my brothers number praying he’d pick up. “(Y/N)? What's wrong?”My 20 year old brother spoke and I sighed “Hey Are you with JP?”I was tapping my foot as the water pounded on my upper back.

          “Yeah? Why?” “Let me speak to him please” there was a pause “Uhm Okay...”I heard him move the phone and a gruff voice came through the phone. “Hey (Y/N/N)” “JP Hi! Uh I have a weird question.”

          “Uh...Go on?” JP spoke and I could just see him rubbing his jaw. “Oh! Sorry uhm How’s Sophie?”I stuttered scratching my neck and turned to make the water hotter.                                                                                                                 “She's good, She and I aren’t exactly seeing each other anymore...”His voice trailed off and I opened my mouth to speak.

          “Uh (Y/N)? You there?” “Yeah yeah I’m sorry I spaced out...” “Of course you did, How’s College?”I scoffed and babbled on “No no no you are not changing the subject! What happened? You two were engaged!”I turned the water off and reached for my towel pressing the phone between my shoulder and cheek. I wrapped the towel around me as JP spoke, “She thought I was cheating- Hey Cam I’ll be right back”I heard JP matter as I stepped out of the shower.

          “What that's insane! You would never-”JP cut me off and spat “Why’d you send me that letter (Y/N)?” “Jordan I promise you that letter was never meant to be mailed for Gods sake I wrote it before you and Sophie even dated! Yeah I may have written another when you when you got engaged but Jordan I’ll call Soph right now and talk to her”I was pacing again as the words fell  of my tongue.

          “Why didn’t you just tell me? I told you everything!” Oh he was mad mad. “It’s not easy telling your brothers best friend that you cared for him! Jordan I’m sorry” I felt like my throat was closing up as I let the lid drop on the toilet and slump down on it. I rubbed my forehead and took a deep breath trying to control my breathing “I like you (Y/N). See it’s not that hard?”I froze at his words and pulled the phone away from my ear to make sure I was still on the phone.

          “Jordan I... I... I’m seeing someone.”I blurted and covered my mouth from spewing anymore word vomit. “Well then... I guess this is gonna be weird then”I jumped as a knock resonated through the room. I heard Zoe yell that she’ll get it and I slowly stood up opening the bathroom door. I let my hand fall from my ear, Seeing Jordan and Cam standing in the doorway and Jordan ended the call “Hey” I whispered as Cam ran up and hugged me.

          ���We have a mixer tonight you guys are more than welcome to come but if anyone asks, you're with the VP of Sisterhood Event Planning and you're here to make sure no one breaks the rules; basically security,” I brushed my hair stepping out of the bathroom. “I gotta run to my professor's office and turn in my case and reports, I shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes to an hour.” I rambled as I walked to my desk and gathered the papers looking back to the boys as they slumped on my bed.

          “Xbox remotes are in the bedside drawer and help yourself to what’s in the mini fridge” Zoe jumped in saying “Not my stuff though” “Well duh.”I sighed shaking my head and starting to stuff my binders in my bag and hugging everyone, “Be good, Don’t! Flirt with sisters either!”I scolded pointing a finger at both the boys before closing the door.

          After dropping off the reports and case work I walked out to the field to see the boys scrimmage, I looked for a ponytail and a yellow band on someone’s right arm. When a couple of the guys saw me they smiled and waved, I waved and walked further onto the field.

          “Hey boys, Where’s your captain?”I asked as Jaxon stood up and threw an arm around my shoulders bumping his head with mine.

          “There’s our favorite photographer! Where ya been love?” He asked “Busy, You know i’ve been picking up cases for Crane. The internship isn’t helping with all the reports they're slapping me with... Where’s Marco?”I repeated raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.

          “Under the bleachers with some redhead. Lacy or something” “Stacey”I stated matter of factly looking to the bleachers on the other side of the field.

          “That’s it! He stopped the scrimmage so it must be important, especially with the season starting tomorrow”  I nodded and ducked under Jaxon’s arm and throwing a hand in the air. “Hope to see you guys at the mixer tonight!”I shouted taking long strides to the bleachers.

          As I got closer to the bleachers I heard shouting, I knew better than to eavesdrop but i’m only human- of course i’m gonna do it.

          “What was the whole point of this Stacey huh? It wasn’t enough to dump me before championships last year; Now you come and tell me you want me back? For what?”Never in my life had I heard Marco yell so loud. “I... I miss you Mar...”and never did I think i’d hear Stacey Ross sound so weak. “No you don’t, I bet your little sugar daddy dumped you and you can’t be alone so here you are trying to ring me back in well guess what Stac?” I jogged around into their line of sight “M! There you are!”I exclaimed happily running up to him and wrapping my arounds around his waist.

          “Thought you said scrimmage was over at three?”I asked softly turning my back to Stacey and winking at him. “Yeah, Well it got interrupted”He spoke shakily raising an eyebrow. I turned and saw Stacey's eyes widen, “Oh my god Stacey Ross! Look at you!”I let him go and took a few steps closer to her. “You look like a hundred bucks! I just wanna thank you real quick, If you hadn’t broken up with M, He and I would've never taken the chance to be together! So thank you. Marco here must’ve spaced and forgotten our coffee date at 3:30”I cooed looking back at him and sticking my hand out for him to take, He grasped it softly and I gently pulled him away.

          When we were out of ear shot I whispered “Just go along with it and I’ll buy you a coffee”Marco looked at me stunned but nodded anyway squeezing my hand a little bit. As we rounded the bleachers I shouted at the team, “Sorry guys I gotta steal your Captain for a bit- Grayson take over yeah?”The blonde boy bobbed his head and stood up.

          I looked at Marco and squeezed his hand seeing him look backwards at the bleachers. “What the fuck was that?”Marco barked as soon as we got in my car.

          “Hey watch your tone! I just saved you from the claws of that demon! You know you would’ve taken her back and she would’ve gone back to UF and fucked the first professor she could open her legs for!”I snapped turning the car on and twisting to face him.

           “She transferring (Y/N)”My eyes dropped to my lap. “Oh... Well”I started laughing and covered my mouth. “I wanna make her work for it.”My eyes flicked on the lips that just spoke those words.

           “I can help with that, I need help anyway that's why i'm here”I softly spoke turning my head to face him fully. “I propose we keep this act up, I need to prove to someone I don’t like him and you need to get your ex so envious that she’s begging on her knees. What do you say Baby?”I smirked at the way he shifted and he looked out the window before turning to look at me. He extended his hand and said “Deal.”

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Last updated : 12/04/21

[peaceisadirtyword]

God Júl VIII. Epilogue. (Modern Ivar/Reader)

A/N: hello beautiful people♥️ thank you so much for reading, I’m sorry for the ending (again), because this was amazingly good in my head but obviously I didn’t do it right :( I hope you enjoyed the series, at least, and I hope you keep reading my work (the other fics are better I swear). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it! Take care, love u😘

Warnings: fluff, my writing, my brain was on holidays

Words: 700

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gif belongs to @therealcalicali​ 

Ivar looked at the door with a frown, and then at the phone again. You were late, and he was starting to feel like an idiot standing in there and waiting for you. The people looked at him, and he knew what they were thinking. 

The small box with the necklace that Floki sent from Iceland felt heavy in his pocket, and he felt like those guys on the movies when they are about to propose to the woman they love. But he wasn't going to propose. Not yet. 

He got another message. You were coming already. He sighed and rubbed his face before leaning on the wall next to the door of your favorite restaurant, where he had managed to get a reservation for Valentine's Day two weeks earlier. 

If someone had told him he'd be making reservations to have dinner with his roommate and best friend on Valentine’s Day a year ago, he would have rolled his eyes and scowled before looking away. Hvitserk had laughed for at least five minutes when he called him to ask for help to buy you a gift. He was so annoying that Ivar had to hang up until he calmed down. Of course his entire family knew and that night his phone nearly exploded with messages, but he was too busy cuddling you on the couch to even read them. 

In fact, cuddling you on the couch with the tv on and some beers was his new favorite plan, and he'd much rather be doing that than waiting for you on a restaurant, but he had to do things right. 

Suddenly, and just when he was about to reply to your last text, someone called his name softly. 

"Hey, Ivar"

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You nearly ran, cursing while dodging people on the streets. It had been raining and the sidewalk was slippery in some places, which slowed you down. You were already worried because you didn't have time to go back home and fix your hair and your makeup before going to the restaurant, but your last class had ended later than you thought and you didn't want to make Ivar wait even more. 

After a month and a half of the two of you fooling around, cuddling and even having sex on his bedroom whenever you sneaked in to show him some funny memes and videos or to wake him up in the morning. But nothing on public, nothing official. Until he invited you on a date. On Valentine's Day. You didn't really know if that meant that he wanted to make it official, but hoped so. Because you wouldn't know what to do without him anymore. 

When you reached the restaurant, your lips curved on a wide smile almost immediately. And it faded as quickly as it came when you saw him talking to a girl. She had dark hair and clear eyes, and her bright smile made you bit your lip softly. Ingrid, you'd recognize her anywhere. She looked perfect, flawless, it made you feel even worse.

"So.. Would you like to grab a drink?" You heard her say, tilting her head adorably. You couldn't see Ivar's reaction, but kept walking towards them. 

"Um... I..." he sounded confused, as if he couldn't believe that a girl was asking him out "Sorry, but I'm waiting for..." Ingrid's eyes fixed on you and Ivar turned around. He relaxed when he saw you.

"Hi" you smiled shyly. You wouldn't have blamed him if he had said yes, you were late and he technically was single, so he could do whatever he wanted. 

"Oh, I see" she giggled, looking more amused than bothered "Sorry, I thought... Well, enjoy" she winked at you and waved before walking away. 

"Bye" you muttered with a small smile. She was nice, at least. 

"What was that about?" Ivar frowned and you shrugged. 

"No idea" 

"Anyway, you're late" he glared at you. 

You giggled and leant in to kiss his cheek softly. 

"Sorry, I have something for you, though" 

He pretended to be annoyed as he opened the door to let you in. The little box felt even heavier when he entered behind you, leaning on his crutch and holding back a smile. 

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[laketaj24]

Ransom: Sigtrygrr

Author’s Note: Backkk to the Last Kingdom writing! I love Sigtrygrr, if you haven’t watched season four this doesn’t have any spoilers, but it just shows a new character that is on the Show! My taglist and requests are open! Happy Sunday and Happy reading!

Requested: Could you write a Sigtryggr imagine where the reader is the chieftain's daughter, and sig kidnaps her for ransom. The reader stays in Sigtrygrr's tent for the night, where she tries to kill him in his sleep. But he wakes up and is unnervingly calm about it, and the two have some sort of chemistry. It could be smutty if you like.

Warnings: None, first part of three part series. Sooooo more to come.

Pairing: Sigtrygrr X Reader

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“If she screams, cut out her tongue. No one is to touch her.” The wild-haired man had a mild voice. It was unsettling. He glanced over at you and smiled. The pristine look of innocence touched his eyes before he gave you a small nod and turned out of the tent. “I will return within the hour.”

It had been a day since the men had stormed your father’s hall and took whatever gold and silver they could get their hands on and then you. It was easier to kidnap and raid when the men were off fighting somewhere, cowards. You sat in the corner eyeing the place for weapons; like most Danes, there was bound to be one lying around here. Nothing. You pushed aside the furs searching for anything, and finally, a small dagger fell onto the floor. Quickly you tucked the leather holster into your shirt.  They’d already searched you, the chances of it happening again were slim.

Minutes faded into hours, or at least it felt like once your eyes started to grow weary. You closed your eyes and covered yourself in blankets, and slept sitting up, prepared for whatever they may try.

“Let me see the little bastard.” The slurred voice from outside of the tent boomed.

And now it started, the drunken state of men was sure to make your life a miserable hell, but you didn’t hide, you welcomed the intruder. You’d cut his tongue out and throw it in the face of that asshole who’d threatened you earlier. The tent opened, and the cool breeze brushed in.

“Lie down, you whore.” His face was disgruntled, brow furrowed and eyes glassed over. “Or squirm if you like… I like my women to have some fight in them.” The barrage of chuckles from outside the tent only made your heart beat harder. His belt fell to the floor, and the wool pants he wore started to slip. There he was almost naked from the waist down, and you had no fear. You’d just kill the asshole, and if he took your life, then the valkyries were sure to lead you to the gates of Valhalla.

“Do not touch me. I am Magnusdottir.” He stepped towards you, and you just watched, waited for him to make his move.

“Shut up.” He laughed.

He moved closer to you, and the smell of ale and woods hit your nose. Your stomach riled. You clutched the thick string of the necklace around your throat, Thor’s hammer Mjollnir was given to you by your father when you were younger. He claimed it was carved by Ragnar Lothbrok, it was there for protection. “Allfather,” You whispered. “Give me the strength.”

The spatter of blood hit your face before the drunken man fell back, gurgling his blood. “My instructions were simple.”

“Sigtryggr.” He growled, rolling to his side, cupping the blood that dripped from his mouth. He stood on wavering legs.

“Get some sleep.” Sigtrygrr pulled the chair close to you and took his seat. “Now, Leidolf.”

Leidolf left staggering, and you looked up to your captor. “I am not afraid of you.”

“Of course you are,” He chuckled, poured water into the curved horn, and handed it to you. “Drink.”

You didn’t deny the water, your throat ached from all the screaming earlier in the day. The cool water hit the back of your throat, and you breathed deep before gulping down more. Then your stomach rumbled, you hadn’t eaten in nearly a day.

“You can eat after we talk.” He crossed his legs. “Do you know who I am?”

“I do not.”

“I am Sigtrygrr.” Sigtrygrr placed his large hands on his chest.

“Spare me the introductions.” Upon hearing his name, you knew him, and you knew all about his glorious victories on the battlefield. Sigtrygrr was young and revered throughout Irland and Denmark. But in England he was a no one. He had to make his mark here. This was why he had taken you, a first step into establishing who he was while gaining a stronger following. You were a chest piece.

“And you are Y/N, daughter of the richest and without a doubt the most traitorous man of our people.”

“My father is not treacherous.” He did not interrupt you, he just stared attentively as you continued to talk. “My father has fought in his battles! He wants what is best for his family.”

Nothing. Sigtrygrr smiled, and the silence filled the room. “What do you want for me?” The silence in the closed area made it easy for him to hear the protests of your empty stomach.

“I want nothing from you; I only wish to broker a trader with your father.” He clapped his hands. “Leidolf, bring her some food. Her stomach continues to talk louder in this conversation than either of us.”

You scoffed. “I’d rather eat at home.”

“Or you can starve?”

“Fine.”

He took the plate from Liedolf and handed it to you. And you scarfed down the food, satisfied with the portions that he gave you. “Tell me about North Umbria?”

“I know nothing of it.”

“Your father conquered more than half of its lands. I know you know of it.” He perched back in the chair, raising the front legs from the ground. “I like conversing, so if you were honest with me, this would flow better.”

“It seems that you know more than enough.”

“Fine, we don’t have to talk. Sleep.” In a fluid motion, he took the plate and tossed it outside.  “Tomorrow, your father is likely to arrive, and then we can decide which limb to toss to him.” He smiled and laid back on the pallet of blankets. “Sleep well.”

 It didn’t take much time for Sigtrygrr to find sleep, the soft snores came from him within an hour. The darkness had swept over the camp. From the shadows, you could see the two guards at the entrance. Sigtrygrr was trusting or dumb. The sword at the side of the bed could easily be used to impale him while he slept. You cared less if he was polite or not, you wanted to return home.

Climbing onto the pallet, you moved stealthily, avoiding contact with him until you were over him with the steel of the dagger pressed to the nape of his neck. His eyes opened, not shocked, frightened, or even nervous. His eyes appeared welcoming. “This knife belonged to my father.” He whispered. “With it, he cut the eyes out of 100 Saxons and fed them to the ravens.” Sigtrygrr cleared his throat. “He said their eyes were not worthy of him, arrogant and confident he returned the heads to King Ecbert… and screamed at his gates for a worthy adversary.”

“I prefer not to hear the old tales of your father.”

“Well,” He easily pushed your hand from his neck. “If you were to kill me… I’d be disappointed you chose this dagger to do it. I am a worthy adversary of your father… this death would be unfair.” He said with a smirk. He reached for the weighted sword and handed it to you. “Here you are.”

It wasn’t fair; even with no weapon, Sigtrygrr had found a way to win a quarrel. You tossed the sword to the ground. “I do not think you honorable.”

“Good, that surely was not my intention.”

“Why are you doing this? Ambition, fame? Neither is worth it.”

“A man with no ambition hasn’t a right to be called a man at all. Now, if you’re antics are of Magnusdottir. I’d like to sleep.”

Even in the darkness, you could see the grin on his face. The youthfulness of Sigtrygrr was only in looks, his intellect gave him years of advantages you’d never seen.

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[alicedopey]

Deceived

gif created by @justacripple​

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Ivar x Freydis, Ivar x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader (Friendship)

Words: 1668

A/N: This was written for @dreamwritesimagines​ “Not Today, Writer’s Block” Challenge. I picked “I’ll find someone else to love, don’t worry about me”...with Ivar obsviously.

The Great Hall was calm when you came in – which was odd since a Thing was going on. It was usually noisy, almost too loud but with Ivar on the phone, everything was different. People were scared to talk, scared to act, scared to breathe, scared to live. You would lie if you pretended you were not a tiny bit afraid yourself but it had to be done…for your heart, mostly.

When Ivar dismissed the last two farmers arguing about cows and pigs, you stepped forward in what you hoped was a resolute and determinate way.

“Y / N?” Ivar was shocked to find you there; his superior demeanor has changed to become suddenly agitated.

You took a deep breath. “There is something important I must ask you about.”

Ivar frowned. “You did not have to come here. You know you can talk to me whenever you want.”

“Really?” You asked doubtfully, tilting your head on the side. “I had the feeling you were too busy to give me a moment.”

Ivar ran his tongue over his dry lips. He was embarrassed, you could tell. He had neglected a lot of people since he had become King, even more so after Freydis got with child. But here…he had no choice but to hear you. If peasants had the right to talk, an admired shieldmaiden in his army could not be denied. With a flick of his hand, he urged you to go on.

“I wish to leave your army and Kattegat to go to Ribe.”

Your throat felt dry as if you had talked for hours. A simple sentence, and it could make him explode.

Ivar leaned forwards, elbows on his braced legs. “Why?”

“My family…they live here now. You don’t remember?” Those last few words were pronounced with a little bit more strength. “They left Kattegat after Lagertha took over the throne, out of respect for your mother.”

Ivar scoffed, as if you were insulting him. “Of course, I remember. But surely, they can wait a little longer. I need you here.”

“You don’t need me, King Ivar. You have a powerful army to defend Kattegat, you are King, you have a wife that you can cherish and love, a baby on the way who will make you proud…there is no need for an old friend in this picture.”

Each word made your heart clench, reminding you when he said them to you, when he assured you would be the one next to him, cherished and loved.

I can break a bone but I can never break a promise. Well he broke one, even two since he promised he would bring back your family as soon as he had won Kattegat. But he did not.

“Besides, you above all should know how family is important.”

You knew he could not deny your wish after that…and he knew it too, judging by the way his shoulders had suddenly tensed.

“Very well…if that is your wish, you may leave whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, King Ivar.” A stiff bow and you were gone.

The victory was bittersweet. It was a relief that he had let you go with no other complaints but your heart hoped for something else, for him to fight for you and prove he loved you as much as you loved him. The harsh reality was that he did not love you, he even probably never had. Nothing was keeping you here.

“You’re sure about this?”

Hivtserk had been asking you the same question for a week now. You never changed your answer.

“Yes, Hvitserk. I’m sure.”

You were finally ready to go; you had managed to pack a few things and enough food for the journey. Some fishermen had agreed to take you on their boat so that you could cross the sea. After that, you would walk for a few days through the woods before reaching Ribe.

“At least, let me come with you. It might be dangerous.”

You scoffed. “Don’t insult me, Ragnarsson. I’m a shieldmaiden, I have weapons. I can handle some wanderers.”

When he was ready to protest again, you approached him and cupped his chubby cheeks between your hands. “The only way I’d let you come was if you promised to stay.”

He put his hands on yours and let out a deep sigh. “You know that’s impossible. I can’t leave him alone in this town. He would probably not let me anyways.”

You closed your eyes, letting your forehead fall against his. “Please, be careful.”

Hvitserk had lost some of his joy along the way. Ivar was treating him like a dog and he had Margrethe killed. Revenge was boiling in the older brother’s heart.

You could not blame him. Ivar was scaring his people, imposing his views and getting rid of the one who did not agree with them. He was the perfect definition of a tyrant. Two things could happen to tyrants; they either ended up alone or killed by their own people. You did not want to be there when it would happen to Ivar, because it would happen.

Hvitserk gently kissed your forehead, bringing you back to reality. It was time to go.

“Do you want me to walk you to the port?”

“No… I wouldn’t want to see you cry.” You added, a smirk appearing on your face.

Hvitserk smiled. It had been a long time since it happened. “You’re the one who will cry and you know it.”

He let go of you and walked to the door. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too, Hvit.”

Alon in the house here you had grown up, you took some time to watch every corner of the place and finally stepped out of it.

“I guess you are ready to leave.”

You looked up abruptly. Ivar was standing there, leaning on his crutch. Nobody was with him, not even with Whitehair who had become his shadow.

He came. The King came alone to say goodbye…Something fluttered in your belly and you tried your best to ignore it. There was no place for that anymore, no in the current situation.

“I came to say goodbye.” He said awkwardly.

You waited for something else, anything else – an apology, a sign that he still cared somehow. Nothing.

“Goodbye, then.” A sad smile stretched your lips. You looked down and started walking. You did not wish to make eye contact when you would go past him. But when you reached him, a gloved hand touched your arm and you had no chance but to look up.

He seemed conflicted and sad. Why would he be? He was not the one with the broken heart here. “I meant those words, you know…about loving you.”

You tensed and he ran his thumb over your skin as if he had sensed your emotional state. His touch burned.

“But I fell in love with Freydis and I wasn’t prepared for what it made me feel.”

You closed your eyes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. You definitely did not want to hear her name right now. You gave him another sad smile and let out a shaky breath. “I’ll find someone else to love, don’t worry about me. It seems easy to do apparently.”

He reached for your hand and squeezed it. “You could stay…I would make you my second wife. Freydis would remain Queen of course but you could be my princess.”

If he was thinking his proposition was making you happy, he was deadly wrong. You were sure he was doing this out of pity, not out of love. For the first time, you could feel what he would feel when people were looking at him whenever he was crawling in the mud.

Saddened and furious, you harshly pulled your hand away. “You don’t get it, do you? Unlike your wife, I don’t care about being Queen, I don’t care about Ivar the King or Ivar the God.”

He frowned. It was a very sensitive topic but you were too upset to care. You had to get everything out of your chest.

“The only one I’ve always cared about is the boy I met one day while he was sulking in a corner because nobody wanted to play with him, the boy I would pull around Kattegat in his little wooden chariot, the boy who would get up early in the morning to wake me up and accuse me of being a lazy ass; the young man who would train with his brothers, who would help me train so that I could become a great shieldmaiden by his side, who was not afraid to show his vulnerable side to Floki or his mother, who wanted to prove himself to his father, who fought to find a way to walk, who cried in my arms when his parents died, who swore he would avenge them; the man who regretted killing his brother in a fit of rage, the man who promised me on a hill that I would be his everything, the man who loved me. The only man I’ve ever loved and wanted to get married to is Ivar the Boneless…but I don’t think he’s in there anymore.” You added, pointing to his chest.

You were breathless, tears were rolling down your cheeks. You were well aware that your old friend could kill you right now. You were supposed to leave. Nobody would ever know.

Ivar seemed lost though, completely out of words for once.

Tentatively, you stretched out your hand and caressed his cheek. “Goodbye, Ivar”.

Almost running, you made your way to the port and embarked on the boat with the fishermen. Your tears only ceased when you arrived in Ribe, ready  to face your new life…without him.

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[car-karaoke]

Do you have to?

Based on the request from @desiredposion, hope you like it sweety!!

Can I request some AHA fluff?? I’m in the mood for the worlds biggest cuddles and soft kisses from this man, maybe in the kitchen making breakfast or nude in the bed before one has to leave (long distance maybe??)

Warnings: nudity and language, mentions of sex

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"Mmm scoot over" you mumbled to the human rock next to you that was your boyfriend. No movement. "Aleeeex" you groaned, nearly falling off the bed. Still nothing; time for more drastic measures. You dug your hand under his burrito of blankets and stuck your cold hand right under his arm and started tickling. You nearly had to duck to avoid getting hit from the thrashing movement of his body

"Whatthefuckinghellwhosthere?!?!" Alex yelled out half asleep. You giggled and tried shoving his body with your arms

"It's your girlfriend you ass, MOVE! You're taking up the entire bed!" You pointed out to him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, looking around to realize you were right. He had been laying like a starfish and hogging the mattress. In one big roll, he cleared up the space for you to comfortably lay next to him

"M'sorry min skat. C'mere..." he yawned sleepily, reaching an arm out for you to curl up next to him. You happily accepted the invitation and snuggled in nice and close to his naked body. His protective arms encircled you like second nature as they have every night since you met. You breathed in deeply as your body melded to his. As your eyes closed again, you tried to engrave this exact feeling in your brain for safekeeping

Alex had to leave this afternoon to start the promotion of season 6 of Vikings. That meant you two would be apart yet again for awhile, and as much as you knew this was part of the gig you signed up for when you started dating him, it truly got to you every time. Sure you guys kept things as personal as can be while you're apart, there's the (if possible) daily facetiming and the quick calls and texts when he's in a time crunch. You guys even handwrite letters to each other a few times when he's away. But nothing can match this

Nothing can match the perfectly safe and loved feeling you two shared as you lay naked in bed holding each other after a night of crazy passionate lovemaking. To be able to listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat as the tips of your fingers traced lazy patterns along his torso. To break out in goosebumps every time his calloused fingers slid up and down your naked body or when his soft lips attached to the sensitive skin of your neck. No, nothing beat these feelings.

"We should get up" Alex yawned and stretched. You frowned and squeezed him tighter

"Do we have to?" You asked pathetically, not wanting to give up this moment yet. He chuckled at your response and pulled your chin closer to his for a sweet kiss

"No, you can stay put while I get another blanket because it's fucking freezing in here". He got up and walked over to the couch to grab one of the multiple extra blankets that were over there. You watched his tanned naked figure slowly move over there and tried taking a mental snapshot for the upcoming lonelier nights

He wrapped the blanket around his neck and into a makeshift scarf, which caused you to laugh. "Baby, if you're cold and you're going to start covering up, I'd start with one of the more sensitive areas" you suggested, eyes lingering over his member that was starting to wake up at the clear sight of your nakedness

He rolled his eyes and crawled back into the bed, opening the blanket and shifting on top of you before needily hugging your body back to his. "Altid med den smarte mund" (always with the smart mouth) he mumbled with a smile before pressing his lips to yours. "That perfect beautiful mouth" he added as he grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss

Your mind was quickly getting muddled with his actions, especially when he dug his thigh in between your legs and you knew damn well you were already wet for him and now he knew it too. But then of course your worries betrayed you as you remembered he had to leave today. With a heavy sigh, you pulled back and hid your face in the crook of his neck

"Y/N sweetheart, what's wrong? Not in the mood?" He questioned sweetly. You nearly laughed at the thought of not being in the mood around him. But you just shook your head and sniffled, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes

"No, of course I'm in the mood. I will ALWAYS be in the mood! That's why I'm sad....because...you leave today and....I'm going to miss you so bad and..." your voice cracked as you tried to control your breathing. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the last good fuck you'd have with him before he left. His arms tightened protectively around you

"I know" he whispered with his eyes closed and his head resting on top of yours. "I'm feeling the same thing baby I promise. There's no words to say that will measure how much we will miss each other, but we have to remember these times are only temporary, right? It's what makes the time apart bearable and the time together so fucking special." He soothed as one of his hands calmly rubbed up and down your back

He was right. You needed to cherish the times like this where you two got to be together. You lifted your head and smiled at him. "I love you so much, you know that?" You said quietly. He grinned from ear to ear, nodding happily

"I do know that yes. Did you know I love you more?" He asked with a smile. You rolled your eyes, the familiar response falling easily from your lips

"I love you most" you said, pressing your forehead against his as his hand cupped your face

"Equal" he whispered before rolling you both over on the bed to cherish the next few hours

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Thank you guys for the patience while I struggled to get out of my writers block!! Hope you guys enjoy this little one 💕💕

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[honestsycrets]

Soiled II: The Swede

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk returns to the pier in search of his ex-lover.

❛  warnings | mention of kidnapping, heavy angst

It pained them to know that you went to the pier every day with the ale you made yourself. It was not Thora’s wish either that you would grieve losing Hvitserk, but if she had won, she had won. It was… natural to being a Norsewoman. At times, the man you gave your virginity to would turn their back upon you.

In the same breath, she understands you. You have no one and everything hurts more when you have no one. Thora made the trek with Hvitserk that dewy morning to the rugged pier. Like the rise and drop of the sun and moon, they came here to make sure you were safe day by day.

That day-- the pier was empty.

“Where is she?” Hvitserk left her side, beating down the reverberating aged planks to the edge of the pier. He finds your ale half drunk. Thora pulls her furs around her smooth shoulders. Her arms cross and she looks out toward the lapsing water.

“Did she come last night?” Thora calls at the height of her voice.

You had to have been there. These-- these were yours. Hvitserk plucks up the bottles, looking waterside to perhaps see if you had drowned. Maybe you rolled off. There is nothing, both a blessing from the gods and a curse. He swallows, eyes darting. Without looking back to his woman, he speaks.

“Let us see if Thyri has seen her.”

Thyri’s cabin is in the heart of Kattegat’s bustling city life. The only remaining one from the plague, well loved by her mother Siggy before her drowning, Ragnar took care of her until her marriage to Harald Finehair. Earl Haraldsson would have wanted it that way, and so, you worked on his estate in Kattegat. Thyri feeds the chickens outside in their coop when Hvitserk swishes by the wooden fence.

You weren’t here either.

Why weren’t you here? You should have been feeding squealing pigs, gushing over the babies. Maybe… maybe you were just… just fishing. That was it. You woke up before Thora and he and had gotten on with your chores.

“Hello, Hvitserk. What are you doing here?” Thyri says, deep and sweet.

“I am looking for (Y/N). Have you seen her?” Hvitserk sways to a stop.

Thyri ceases feeding her animals and raises up, her hands in front of her skirt. Then her eyebrows knit. The early morning sun is in her eyes with nothing but the grunts and clucks of her farm animals around her. Her eyes fall closed for a moment. Almost as if she didn’t wish to think about it.

“Thyri?”

“She was carried off by a Swede. I thought you knew. Ivar sent his men after the band of those savage Swedes carrying off women.”

Carried… off, he hears her words echo, his stomach clench and churns. He delighted in Thora’s touch late at night while you lay drinking. He could have taken another wife. He didn’t have to choose. His head raises and turns away, almost toward Thora. The shame licks a smoldering fire in his gut and coiled low there.

“Hvitserk it isn’t your fault.” Thyri steps out of the pin. Thora’s concern for her boyfriend results in a small, longing gaze. “Women are becoming all the more scarce. They would have taken any unmarried woman they saw. They have been challenging men to duels for their wives, even.”

This made it worse for him. Any woman they saw that was unprotected. He should have been there to protect you. In a way that caused a fissure of blankness to settle in his chest. Those dregs would force you to be a bride. To lay below them and bare them sons and daughters. Then care for the children you never desired.

“Go home, Thora.” He commands and then, sweeps to the Great Hall. He forgot. There was a Thing.

A very, very rowdy Thing. Hvitserk pushes through the crowd gathered, swishing past the loud voices that were speaking. Men cluster about Ivar’s throne, their looks ranging but voices all the same. Each and every one of them roars the room alive. He’s not alone.

“They stole my wife!”

“My granddaughter!”

“My daughter!”

“My niece!”

Ivar motions his men to clang their weapons. They beat down their shields, whamming the gathered into submission. Hvitserk comes to the side of his brother’s throne and Hvitserk motions him to take their mother’s aged throne. His own queen is gone, but everyone knows where she had gone.

“My people,” he says. “For all your uprising, is this not what I warned you of? Of the strangers-- posing as friendly faces?”

The men murmur among one another. Hvitserk watches his brother without a word spoken. Ivar brings his hands up, flicking toward the side. The band of Swedes came within the walls claiming that they came to trade valuable goods. They should have known better when the men came without something as simplistic as women to trade.

They whisper.

“Now they have stolen our women. Hvitserk, I know you did not come here to support me. So what was it, hm? What did you lose?” Ivar turns toward his older brother, resting his gloved hand upon the head of his armchair. Hvitserk scrunches his nose.

“(Y/N),” he says. Ivar won’t know your name. No one does.

“Hvitserk will lead our forces to take back our women. That won’t be a problem for you, will it, Hvitserk?” Ivar sits upright.

It’s a test. He’s spent time wasted here, fucking Thora and you while being accused of being idle. In his idle nature, he left room for the Swedes to target you. Whatever man dared, he had to know that you had once been Hvitserk’s. Although no one knew your name, your reputation as a whore, for being with him, spread through Kattegat. Hvitserk works his jaw, crushing tension with tooth against tooth. At the end of the day, he’s glad to lead the war against the rogue Swedes.

“No,” he says. “It won’t.”

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[squirrelacorngliterfarts]

You’re Different, Like Me. Part 50. Finale.

ivar raises his bow, pulling back the string and releasing as soon as he locked onto his target.

the man shouts with pain as the arrow sinks into his chest, falling to the ground on his knees.

ivar feels a shuddering breath go through him, hands tingling, eyes wild with adrenalin.

“ivar?.........”.

ivar casts his gaze to his christian, who’s stand completely still, looking to the ground with a look of confusion.

ivar’s face copies her, wondering what was wrong.......

she too falls to the ground on her knees, breathing becoming short puffs of pained wheezes.

she falls on her side, and as ivar rushes from his chariot, he sees it, a knife, the knife the man was holding, lodged into the middle of her back.

“NO!”.

ivar crawls to her side, propping her up on his lap. the tears flowing from ivars eyes could not be stopped as screams of anguish left him.

“keep your eyes open, love. please” ivar cries out, holding her close.

she’s just looking up at him, her mouth open just slightly, enough for ivar to see blood staining her teeth.

ivar squeezes his eyes shut, a sob leaving his chest as he rests his forehead against hers.

“no. no. no. no. no” he chants over and over, like that could erase time.

but it couldn’t.

“ivar.....”.

he raises his head and meets her eyes, which were staring to the skies.

“your actions do not define who you are on the inside” she whispers, her voice croaky and soft.

ivar’s chest shakes as he wraps both arms around her.

from the distance, the brothers stopped fighting, watching their youngest brother, who they thought to be so cruel, crying as his lover was slowly dying in his arms.

“you are only as evil as you think yourself to be” she whispers, voice fading off.

ivar kisses her head slowly, savoring his last moments with her.

he knew she couldn’t be saved.  the knife was so deeply sunk into her skin, he’d kill her instantly if he tried to pull it out.

“never hate what you are..........you’re different..........like me”.

ivar opens his eyes to see hers fading, her body falling completely limp in his arms.

ivar wails, his throat burning, arms clutching her lifeless body closer to his.

his brothers watch helplessly, never knowing that ivar could have loved someone like that.

bjorn, injured from battle, limps to his younger brothers side, crouching down to his level.

he looks the beautiful girl over, laying his hand on ivars.

ivar looks up, meeting the eyes of the brother he’d wished death upon so many times.

“i am sorry”.

ivar rocks back and forth, nodding to his brother.

“i am sorry” ivar cries, both to bjorn and to the love of his life.

he was sorry.

he was sorry.

he was-

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ivar sits up with a loud gasp, sweat rolling off of his forehead, fingers clutching the sheets beneath him.

he looks around, whipping his head in every direction.

not a moments later, ubbe and hvitserk came in.

they were holding their weapons high, looking just as concerned and confused as ivar.

they both relaxed when they seen it was just ivar.

“i told you it was nothing important” hvitserk groaned dropping his arm by his side and walking back out of the room.

ubbe sighs, scratching the back of his head with his knife.

“another one?” ubbe asks, coming over to sit upon ivars bed.

ivar runs his hands over his damp face, looking down at his legs which were covered by the white sheets he nearly ripped.

“what was it this time?”.

ivar shakes his head. thinking of those beautiful grey eyes that had been haunting his dreams since he was a child.

“she died in this one” ivar says softly, eyes stinging as if he were crying.

ubbe nods, humming.

“and you still don’t know her name?”.

ivar nods.

“it was......(y/n)”.

ubbe rolls his shoulders a few times, trying to wipe his drowsiness away.

“pretty”.

ivar looks out the window to his right, rain pouring down heavily, lightning and thunder rolling around in the distance.

he felt that burning ache like he did after every dream of her, the feeling of missing her, like he wished she was truly here with him.

“she was”.

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“it was just a dream, love” catherine says gently, wiping the cold cloth over (Y/n)’s forhead.

she was crying in her sleep, grabbing at her back and calling out a name.

“but why do i keep dreaming of him? over and over....”she trails off her sightless eyes following where the window was.

it was raining quite violently, thunder being heard from even miles away.

“i don’t know, maybe try some tea before bed from now on?” agnus suggests, making the younger girl smile.

“i will have to”.

cathering gives her a kiss on the head, standing and grabbing her candlestick before leaving her room.

“goodnight”.

“goodnight catherine. agnus”.

once they leave, (Y/n) lays her head back down upon her pillow.

she runs her finger over her lips, remembering how softly she called out his name towards the end of her dreams each night.

she felt that burning ache like she did after every dream of him, the feeling of missing him, like she wished he was truly here with her.

ivar............

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Ivar and the Terrible Horrible No Good Day

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Ivar/OFC Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: This was a request from my Pick a Prompt, # 8 Stared my day getting attacked by balloons at the market. Things got a lot worse from there.

Ivar loved the Farmer’s Market, he would never admit that to anybody - ever - but he did. Saturday mornings, rising early and getting over to the market before everything was picked through and the crowds began was the perfect time to go.  

Even in August the morning was crisp with a potential for a hot afternoon, making the morning visit that much more enjoyable. Ivar wasn’t a fan of the heat. He would get what he came for and get out before the heat and the people began to swarm the market stalls.

His plan was going accordingly, a bag of fresh made mini donuts were secured in one of his sacks, an abundance of fresh produce - peppers, lettuce, and a bunch of new potatoes were added to a sack. His final stop was the doner kebab stand, because it was never too early for the savory treat.

Hvitserk had warned him not to go with his usual kebab, but Ivar didn’t need Hvitserk’s negativity in his life. So what if he was meeting somebody for coffee later? He could brush his teeth before then, at the very least he could buy a pack of mints.

Ivar wouldn’t typically allow Ubbe to set him up on a date, but his brother was adamant that Ivar would love this new girl from Ubbe’s office. She would be meeting Ivar after his trip to the market, for breakfast and coffee. An unusual first date, but Ubbe insisted she would love it.

Lost in his thoughts about the possibility of his date, that’s when it happened. Somewhere between the doner kebab stand and Ivar, a rouge child darted out of nowhere, in their hand a bunch of balloons. Who let a child that size take off with thirty  or forty balloons anyway?

Ivar, trying to dodge the savage 3 foot beast and their weapon of rubber and hot air, stumbled dropping his sacks and smashing into another body. Taking out the child in the collision, the balloons tangled around attacking Ivar. Swatting and cursing, he could feel his anger rising.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the dark haired man bellowed, his blue eyes cold and suddenly wild. “Watch where you’re going, can you not see that I am…”

“Me? Watch where you’re going you overgrown oaf!” The woman he had collided with let out her distress.

The rogue child bawling, on the ground, wailing because their precious balloons were now popped or lost. Grunting, Ivar tried his best to gather his things and himself, in effort to make a quick get away.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to run off and not even try to rectify this?” The woman stood, dusting off her skirt. Tiny pebbles landing around her.

“Fuck off.” Ivar with his things stomped off.

If he was going to make his date, he had around half an hour to change his ripped jeans and clean up the cut on the palm of his hand. Damn children.

Cleaned up and somewhat calmed down, Ivar ran the morning’s scenario through his head for the fifth time, before getting out of his car and walking into the cafe. Children should really be kept on a leash. Who did that parent think they were? Better yet, who did that woman think she was yelling at him?

“Alright, alright. Let it go.” Ivar breathed deeply, smoothing his hands over his fresh jeans, before pulling the door to the cafe. The memory of balloons attacking him could wait.

Based on Ubbe’s description, he was looking for a lovely smile and the most amazing eyes - other than Ubbe’s own wife’s. A few feet inside the door, Ivar stopped his immediate gaze landing on the woman beside the window. Instantly, he knew.

“Fuck me.” He wanted to turn and run. How could this get any worse? Approaching the less than impressed woman, he cleared his throat.

“You’re Ubbe’s brother?”

“I am and I am leaving.” Ivar snarled.

“Don’t take out any children on the way.” Her remark was enough to make Ivar want to scream.

How could such a lovely morning end so horribly wrong?

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Ragnarssons In: Dangling

Author’s Notes | I almost had a heart attack when you told me you use this stuff. My catastrophic brain was able to found 984 different manners to be crippled falling from this stuff! Might Thor... Children, don't try this at home hahaha Info | Modern AU, requested by @moonlightsspirit ⁑ Warnings: Cursing

Björn

She can only feel his heavy and strong arm around her waist, lifting her up from the chairs and putting her down to the ground before taking the cloth she was using to clean the shelves from her hand.

"Did you go mad? I give you two minutes alone and you fucking try to kill yourself?"

Ubbe

All his tranquility with the idea he was able to skip the cleaning day go down to the ground when he sees her risking herself like this. Comes closer slowly, speaking loud enough to avoid scaring her or causing an accident.

"Babe... Are you trying to turn me single? You fall from this shit and I'll have to ask Ivar to borrow me his wheelchair! Come down from this shit, please?"

Hvitserk

Stops in front of her nearly stupefied by what she's doing, but the anger and concern are clear on the wrinkles of his forehead...

"What in the actual fuck are you gods' damn doing over this fucking unstable murderous thing you built here? Come down this shit right now!"

Sigurd

It takes a moment from him to notice what she's exactly doing, but as soon as he assimilates what she built under her feet, he let go of the bags he was bringing into the house and runs to hold her by her waist as if she was made of crystal and was about to fall...

"Mighty Thor and Wise Odin, what are you doing, love? You gonna fall from this stuff, for the lords' sake! Come down from this! Fuck... my heart... You gonna end up killing me this way!"

Ivar

Comes closer, looking at what she's doing with his best angry expression. His tone is annoyed and the irony in his voice can tell her he's REALLY pissed off...

"So this is how you try to kill yourself when I'm not around to prevent you from doing stupid things, is that it? Come fucking down from this shit, please? Next time you want to clean this damn house, we'll fucking pay someone to do it. No more risking your life for damn clean shelves, was I clear?"

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#5 "For Christ's sake, how did you manage to get stuck like this?" For Ubbe

a/n: So i changed the dialog a bit (since Ubbe isn’t christian in this) No warnings beyond domestic fluff

word count: 744

The soapy water splashed over the rim of the tub as you fell back into the quickly cooling water. You’d be trying for a while now to stand up to no avail. “Ubbe!” you called, growling out into the cabin, receiving no response. He knew you were at your wits end after a trying day caring for your children and offered to take the three of them outside after dinner, teach them about the stars in the night sky so you could unwind alone in the bath.

A small flash of bright blue peaked through the break in the curtains that shielded you from the main room. The same color as your husband’s vibrant eyes, so similar you could almost mistake them for his if they stood higher.

“Sigurd, is that you?” you asked as your youngest child stepped forward. He stayed quiet as you expected, fiddling with his hands. Holding one arm out over the edge of the wooden tub, you beconded him forward. He took the cue and hurried over so that you could hold him by the shoulders. “I need you to get your father for me, can you do that sweetie?”

He nodded as you placed as kiss on his forehead and sent him on his way. Waiting for him to return, you tried to take deep calming breaths but you could not quell the stress that twisted your insides.

“What is it my love?” Ubbe’s voice broke you from your thoughts, eyes snapping open to find him hunched over, guided by his son who lead him along, clutching two fingers on his hand. He gave the boy a loving pat on the head before instructing him to go climb in bed with his sister.

Standing up straight, Ubbe took in the sight of you in the tub–your pregnant belly just cresting out of the water, looking like an island in the middle of a sea.

“I’m stuck,” you grumbled, scowling at the way he studied your body, the same body you were annoyed with.

“In Odin’s name, how did you manage to get stuck like this?” he chuckled as he knelt next to the basin, smiling as he tucked a wet strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s your fault, you were the one who did this to me, again.” Your answer was sharp, your voice seething as you gestured to your unborn child. “I’m constantly in pain, my hips, my feet, breast, everything! Laying down hurts, stand up hurts, and now I’m stuck in this damn tub in freezing water. I want this baby out of me.” The tears streamed freely down your cheeks as you emoted, exhausted with everything.

“Let me help you,” he offered, taking your arms in his and hoisting you and your overgrown belly up right. Keeping a firm grip to steady you, he pivoted to grab a bit of cloth to help you dry off. Ubbe guided you out of the tub, finally breaking away to gather your warm nightdress. You held your arms up as he guided the wool over your head. Then with one hand on your back, the other laced with your own, he brought you into bed, gingerly helping you shift until you were comfortable.

Ubbe backed away, changing into his own nightshirt. He could hear your snores before he climbed into bed. Comforted by the noise, he settled under the furs when something in the shadows caught his eye.

“Is that you, little Sigurd?” he questioned in a quiet voice, watching as the shy boy stepped into the candle light. “Come here,” his father urged, holding out a hand. He moved forward, stumbling slightly in his too-big handmedowns. Once close enough, Ubbe gripped the back of his shirt, easily lifting the child up to join them in bed. Sigurd landed on his chest but quickly squirmed to lay between you and Ubbe.

“Were you worried about your mother?” Ubbe asked quietly once the boy was comfortable, curled up with a thumb in his mouth. He nodded in response and Ubbe sighed, brushing his son’s blonde hair out of his face. “She is ok now that she is sleeping. It is not easy bringing a child into the world. It takes quite a toll on her, but don’t fret, she is very good at it.” Shifting he placed a kiss on his son’s forehead before finishing, “Now we must all rest so we can help her in the morning.”

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Cuddles (Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I read @hecohansen31​ wasn’t feeling good and had a bad day :( so I wrote this to try and make her feel a bit better (get well soon, love, and remember you can talk to me anytime you want)♥️ This is for her and for all of you, I hope this cheers you up a bit if you had a bad day and makes your day better if it has already been good!💞 I wrote it in literally fifteen minutes, so don't expect a masterpiece, I just hope it’s comforting enough😘. Take care, stay safe and I hope all of you are okay, I truly do.

Warnings: none, I think! just fluff 

Words: 506

gif belongs to @beastologist​

Ivar knew something was wrong as soon as you entered the apartment, sighing and with a pout on your lips. He immediately looked at you and frowned when he couldn't find any sign of the wide smile you'd give him every time you came home after a long day. You muttered a small 'hello' and leaned into the couch to kiss his forehead softly. No hug, no kiss, no giggling... Something was wrong. 

You disappeared into the bedroom. Ivar heard the shower running for some minutes and then silence again. 

You weren't angry at him. He knew that because one, you never remained mad at him for more than half an out and two, you had greeted him. He tried to remember if he had forgotten any important date. 

Finally, and after sitting on the couch for twenty minutes with his eyes fixed on the door, he got up, leaving the book he was reading on the table before grabbing his crutch and walking to the bedroom. 

You were in bed already, dressed on his grey hoodie and your underwear, with the warm covers over you and looking at the floor of the bedroom with the same pout you had when you arrived home. Ivar hesitated a bit on the door, thinking maybe you'd like to be alone. It was a bit unsettling for him, he was used to be the one upset or angry as you comforted him, with your bright smile and your warm eyes, but now he was the one who had to comfort you, and he wasn't sure if he knew how. 

"Hey" he muttered, walking to his side of the bed. You looked at him and shot him a hint of a smile, but it disappeared as fast as it came, and you went back to that sad face that made him frown. 

Crawling on the bed next to you, leaving the crutch forgotten on the bedroom floor, you felt him hug your waist softly. Ivar loved cuddling, even if he wouldn't admit that out loud, and he always felt so much better when you hugged him, that he hoped you could feel the same. 

"Hi" you muttered again, your voice sounded a bit broken, and that broke his heart a bit. 

"Do you... Want to talk?" He kissed your cheek softly as you caressed his hand, leaning into him. 

You shook your head slowly, and he could swear you had tears on your eyes, so, panicking a bit, he pressed his lips against your temple. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked warily, and this time you smiled, turning to look at him and caressing his cheek softly. 

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, Ivar" you said softly, and he sighed in relief, nodding before kissing your lips.

"Is there something I can do?" 

You shook your head again. 

"I'm just really tired, it's been a long day" you sighed "I... Can you stay with me?" 

Ivar nodded, kissing your cheek again as you snuggled up to him, turning around to place your face on the crook of his neck as he covered himself with the duvet. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it had been an awful day, but falling asleep with Ivar's arms around you and his warm lips against your forehead was a nice way to end it. 

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Happier

Author’s Note: Ahhh, I got no Finan requests but I had an idea, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it!I just google searched the image, kudos to the creator.

Pairing: Finan X Reader

Warning: None

Cookham. It had been years since you’d been to the place, two to be exact. Stopping there had simply been an earmark on your journey to the North. But that earmark had rendered had a small issue, a toddler-sized one. You docked the small boat, and the guards were up on their feet in seconds, walking over to you. “Halt.” They called accessing you.

You tossed the burlap sack to the dock and then climbed over yourself. Your son, Alden, reached up to you, clasping his hands to be picked up. You lifted him and placed him on your hip. The journey from Wessex had not been perilous, but the thought of actually touching your feet to the soil for the first time in two days seemed all too comforting.

“State your name.”

“I am Y/N.” You cleared your throat. “And this is Alden, son of a warrior who lives here… Finan.”

The two men turned their heads inquisitively, and then a boisterous laugh escaped. “Oh, this is too good.” One jeered the other jokingly, pushing his elbow into his side. “Come.”

You found nothing funny; it was never your intention to return back to Cookham, but traveling with your son made it hard not to. There was no way to have something of your own without the threat of an attack, either from Dane or a man seeing you as vulnerable. You’d have to come to Cookham to live.

They opened the gates of the estate, and immediately you were greeted with a familiar face, a friendly one that was always found in Sihtric. The broad smile on his face was accompanied by a hug. “Y/N!” He took the heavy bag from you. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Sihtric. It is great to see you are well.”

“Well, as you can be with two children.” He looked down at the small childbearing the same dark eyes and head of hair as his father. “Speaking of which, who is this little man?”

“He is Alden.” You paused. “Son of Finan.”

Sihtric stumbled and then caught his balance looking Alden over. The tiny cross on his neck and play sword on his side, he had all the bearings of Finan. “This is,” He chuckled. “A sight to see.”

“Is he here?” You said, ignoring the hint of amusement in his voice. “I wish to speak to him.”

“He lives there.” He pointed to the quaint stone brick house next to the Great Hall of Uhtred. “but give him a minute, I think he’s busy.” Sihtric walked to the door knocking twice and then waiting for no response, just giggles and the sound of a mess being made as things clanged to the floor.

Impatience growing thin, you opened the door witnessing the bare ass lady scurry under the covers and Finan standing with his mouth agape. “It seems a leopard cannot change its spots .”

“What the hell?” He squinted his eyes at Sihtric. “You couldn’t have handled this better, could yah?”

“She was determined,” Sihtric smirked. “I will fetch us some ale. I think you are gonna need it.”

“Get out.” You hissed at the woman. “Now.”

Finan dressed, sliding his pants on and skipping the shirt. “You have some nerve,” He complained, watching the woman get dressed. “Hurry it along with love, the woman has a temper.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, covering the eyes of your more than prying son. “You heard him.”

She left the three of you standing in his doorway, and you pushed your narrow finger into his chest. “I regret even coming here.”

“Then why’d you come?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t have to, I am not giving it. You left in the middle of the night. Treated me as I was some whore, then you barge back in here with an attitude and a wee lad thinking everything is fine. Well, it’s not, what do you want?”

“I did not treat you like a whore.” You folded your arms over your chest.

“You left silver on my clothes.”

You cracked a smile seeing him flustered. “I,” you suppressed the laugh that was begging to be set free. “It was the silver you gave me Finan. I told you I didn’t wish to take anything from you. I would never treat you like a whore, even if that is what you are, I didn’t want to take your silver. You always complain about never getting paid.”

“I am paid plenty.” He rolled his eyes. “That’s my cross.” Finan pointed to Alden.

“And he’s your son, I figured he was best to wear it.”

“My son?” He cocked a brow. “Horse shit, he’s…” He looked upon him and shook his head. “Oh, fucking hell.” He grumbled. “Y/N, what am I supposed to do with him? I would be a shite father, you know?” He paused, and even though he said nothing, you knew what he was thinking. His father had been cruel.

“I don’t think you would be.”

“But you-,” He paused. “Oh, fuck. Sorry. I just-, Does he eat?” He pushed his hands through his hair. He squatted down, touching the small cross and then his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Alden.” He answered timidly.

“Well, do you eat?” Alden didn’t answer, so Finan peered up to you. “I have soup.”

“Eating sounds nice, we’ve traveled a great distance.” You took the small cloak from his back, and he grabbed your leg. “Say hello to him, Alden.”

“Hello.” He waved.

“Good, sit down while he gets you food.” You didn’t want to sit, you were stir crazy. You had thought over every single outcome of returning here. Alden needed a father, there were things in this world he needed to learn you could not teach

“So, you returned with a surprise.” Finan took the bowls and filled them with the beef stew. Then handed Alden a spoon.

“I wanted to come sooner. But…”

“Save your speech.” Finan sat across from Alden. “I am sure you rehearsed it a million times, but it’s not necessary.” He pushed a bowl in front of the empty seat. “Sit.”

You sat next to him. “Why?”

“I do not need a reason to be a father to my child, other than he’s my child.” He exhaled. “I might not be the best.” Finan shrugged. “But you two can stay here.”

“Thank you.”

The awkwardness lasted for three days, and on the fourth day, Finan and Alden were attached at the hip running through the estate, causing havoc for everyone they came across. “Hold your sword up,” Finan said, lifting the wooden sword for Alden. “Now hit him.”

Alden swung his sword at Uhtred, who seemed unbothered by the toddler, using him as a practice target. “Harder, you're Finan’s child.” He teased.

Alden got a running start and swung at Finan. Finan dramatically fell to the ground in front of Alden with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Alden erupted in giggles before he lunged at Uhtred, who followed Finan’s behavior. He lay beside his friend's arms stretched. Alden turned to Sihtric and set his eyes on him. Sihtric playfully ran circles around his friends before Alden caught up to him and hit his leg too. He fell on top of them. Osferth held his hands up in defeat when Alden set his eyes on him.

“Spare me, young lord.” He joked.

Alden climbed over the three men to Osferth and held his hand out. He, unlike his father, didn’t say many words, but he liked Osferth a lot. The two of them headed over to the food, leaving the men where they lie. You shook your head with a wicked smile on your face as Finan jumped up and ran over to you.

“He defeated every last one of us, without blinking an eye.” Finan looked over you. “Did you teach him that?”

“It was all inherited.”

“You’re right. It’s good blood it is.” Finan huffed. “I know you might not believe me… but I missed you around here. People are happier with yah around.”

“Is that so? It’s confusing to think that you missed me, from what I have been told a different woman warmed your bed while I was away?”

“It was loneliness Y/N, spare me the judgment. Had I know there was a chance you’d return, I wouldn’t have bed anyone.” He admitted cutting his eyes over at you.

“I am sure.” You hit him with the rag you were using to clean the place he called home. “Osferth teaches him good manners, which is a good thing. He will have to learn them from someone.”

“Do not do that.” He groaned.

“Do what?”

“You know what you’re doing. Switching matters. I wanted to speak to you about how I’m happier with yah here. And for the fifth time today, you ignore me.”

“I tend to ignore the lies, it makes things easier.”

“I tell you no lies, I have not had much in my life to be happy about, just my family here and you… and him.” He watched Alden. “I feared I’d leave no mark on this earth, and you gave him to me.”

“Well, he’s all yours through and through.”

“And what about you?”

“I am my own.” You shrugged. “It’s all I’ve ever been, all I want.”

“How can I change your thinking?”

“Change it? it’s hard to bend the will of a determined woman.”

“Then, I see I have I some work to do, stubborn woman.”

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[car-karaoke]

How about some fluff? Ivar knew that his girl has her monthly and he‘s doing all the best to cheer her up because she’s in a mood. After he‘s pampering her for the whole time and she‘s back fine and to her normal self, she also starts to came back to be longing for him wich both mostly did 24/7 for each other?

Warnings: none except some swearing

A/N: Wooo I'm back bitches!! Thank you for the few requests I've received! I'm so excited to get working on them :) Send more!!

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You groaned as you rolled over on your bed, hand clutching your lower stomach in pain. You rolled until you hit a roadblock in the form of your husband, who chuckled softly

"Cramps again hmm?" Ivar asked gently, making sure not to speak too loudly as he knows that only makes you more irritated. You pathetically nod and sigh deeply, curling up to him. He immediately pulls you close and cradles your head against his chest. The steady sound of his heartbeat lulls you almost back to sleep until you feel the wave of naseau hit you

"Oh gods" you mumble, hastily pushing Ivar away as you lean over the bed and make your deposit. You start coughing harshly as you feel a pair of hands gather your hair so it doesn't get puke in it. His free hand runs your back soothingly. "Ivar" you protested, trying to wave him away. "I don't want you to see this"

He scoffs at you but releases your hair only to hand you a cloth in exchange. "Like I'm bothered by that" he retorts as he pulls himself up on his crutches and makes his way to the door. You ask where he's going and he kisses your sweaty forehead. "To go get you some things to feel better. You rest" he instructed

He knows the cooks always have your favorite treats on hand, so he heads to the great hall. Hvitserk and Ubbe are there among others as Ivar passes them. "Brother, where have you been huh?" Ubbe asks

"Taking care of Y/N, it's her time of the month" he responds quickly, eyes scanning the food for your favorites. Hvitserk laughs at this as he noisily chews on a sweet roll

"Ah so no sex for you then, hey little brother?" He teased. Ivar just rolled his eyes at him as he grabbed a cup of ale and drank from it

"Not this morning no, she's in pain. Did last night though" Ivar said simply. Both Ubbe and Hvitserk squinted their eyes at him as they gave him a confused look. "What?" Ivar asked, slightly annoyed at his brothers for distracting him from his mission

"You have sex with her while she's bleeding...?" Ubbe asked. Ivar stopped mid-sip and looked dumbfounded at his brother

"You don't?" He questioned. Hvitserk made a face and looked away. Ubbe shrugged and scratched his beard

"I suppose if I was desperate enough, I would" Ubbe replied. Ivar set his cup down and shook his head in annoyance

"What, are you afraid of getting a little blood on you? Seriously? I can't believe you're my brother" Ivar said sarcastically. His eyes then spotted your favorite treat and he stood up, grabbing a handful of them along with some others. "Alright brothers, I will leave you here to play with yourselves. I'm going back to my wife"

You had finally fallen asleep when Ivar returned. You were woken up by the smell of your favorite dessert and the wonderful sensation of Ivar's soft lips on your bare shoulder. "Mmm, Ivar my love. Did you bring me my favorite, or is my nose deceiving me?" You asked groggily

His lips pressed another soft kiss to your cheek before he answered. "I did, yes. Had to fight off Hvitserk for it, but I managed"

You giggled and pulled him into a tight hug, your feverish body temperature encompassing him in warmth. You both sighed happily as you broke apart, you yawning and him grinning. "I love you" you smiled happily

Every time you said that, Ivar was reminded of just how lucky he was. He never thought he would hear those words from another soul after his mother died. So he relished in his glory every time those words left your lips. He cupped your cheek and looked you sweetly in the eyes. "And I love you"

After the food was finished and the cramps had mostly passed, it was nighttime. It was a perfect autumn night with a nice cool breeze that would've been bothersome if it weren't for the layers of furs you were both under

A familiar craving and need soon started to build inside of you when your husband pulled your naked body close to his. This time there were no cramps or naseau to ruin the moment. You were humming happily and quietly as Ivar's eyes and fingers glided up and down your arm to the curve of your breast and down your side. "You are so beautiful" he murmured

You bit your lip as you felt the blush in your cheeks. "Ivar..." you whispered. He hummed in response. "I want you..." you finished. Even in the dark, you could see the mischievous glint in your husband's eyes. He pushed himself up so that he could lean over you, his long hair tickling your bare chest as his arms settled on either side of your body

"Are you sure you won't be in pain?" He asked. You shook your head no as your need grew more impatient. A hint of a smile crossed his face. "Are you still bleeding?" He asked

You cocked your head to the side. "Yes...does that matter?"

"No. It certainly does not" he answered as his lips crashed into yours needily. The thought of his brothers' earlier reaction caused him to laugh against your lips, but he pushed the thought of them aside. He had much more delicious things to focus on tonight...

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