#underragingwaves

[rapturok]

Hvitsar - Ivar Mad at Hvitserk Relapsing After Having Cleaned Him (can't blame Hvitserk for that. You did rip the world and the fam apart, after all, Ivar)

[popeheyward]

Big Ol' Fic/Writers Rec

disclaimer before we start: mind the tags of any fic you read or consider reading!! and please be respectful of all these authors <3

disclaimer part 2: im going to tag the different fandoms i've mentioned but will try to be specific so im not filling every secondary tag on tumblr! love you, also long post ahead uwu

tospreadthewingsofthesoul most of what i've read of theirs is DCU related but all their works are super good uwu ^^

intermundia star wars writer w/ such fun and engaging fics!! love love love them <3

himboskywalker also a SW writer for the most part <33 i want to read all their fics for the first time again!!

sanerontheinside SW part 3.......you know the drill............amazing fics + smut

sarahbeniel mostly marvel w/ a smattering of witcher. absolutely all of their works are incredible, though Meet Me At Sunset specifically has a soft-spot in my heart!!!

dordean someone im v lucky to have spoken with!! super sweet, super talented, i want to be them when i grow up, etc so on and so forth ^^ main fandom ive read from them is the witcher, but as is the case w/ all of these writers, any of their fics/fandoms are bound to be stunning <33

elizzablue their asoiaf works are primarily what i've read. winter came (with fire and blood) is one of the most stunningly beautiful fics i've ever come across. personally not a big fan of jonerys (bc im not the biggest fan of jon. im sorry + please don't hate me jon fans + if you love him you're so valid and im smooching you) but elizza makes it work. if you want a realistic yet still mostly happy ending for all GOT characters (especially daenerys) this fic is for you!! they have other works in other fandoms if asoiaf isn't for you, so you could always check those out too if you're interested!

lady_ragnell lovely lovely writer, whose fics I've read are primarily in the vikings tv show fandom <3 1000000/10 <33

underragingwaves (captain killy) also a vikings tv enjoyer, though writes for different characters than ragnell! has some x reader + OC works that are chefs kiss c:

ReganX also an asoiaf writer. forewarned specifically is an absolute perfect fic that i could read over and over <33

adlyb writes mostly for the vampire diaries/the originals universe. long fics that i want to physically injest!!

BlueKiwi another asoiaf writer whose fics are just brilliantly captivating! i am barking like a rabid dog btw c:

IMPoSTRSYNDRM writes for the twilight fandom!! some of the most incredibly detailed fics. so incredible in fact, i had to google how to spell "incredibly" because i was salivating over their writing!

Beckala the fics i've currently read myself are all from marvel but they have other fandoms they've written for if marvel isn't your style! they have such a good balance of humor + seriousness in their dialogue. it's just a joy to read <33

[ulfrsmal]

Would you approach me in an apocalypse?

Tagged by @its-tea-time-darling here, thank you, I would team up with you! This was fun but wow did it take me a while 😅I'm not used to picrew alas.

Link to the image maker here.

I'm tagging @moosemonstrous, @vveissesfleisch, @bitchofdarkness, @underragingwaves, and @kingslionheart based on vibes only, so as always this is a No Pressure Tag -- have fun if you decide to do it, but no worries if not!

[therealvikingstrash]

@not-that-syndrigast I know I already answered you, but maybe this will make it a little clearer on how much work goes into making gifs.

Killy (known as tlkvikings, formerly underragingwaves) got a really good tutorial for gif making, so even when you don't ever wanna create gifs, it is worth giving it a read just to understand the effort a little better.

First you need the source, which means you have to download the movie, show or specific episodes you want to gif. The higher the resolution, the better the gifs will turn out. Of course, you can also screencap it directly on your laptop or phone, but that will take away from the quality. I'm not shaming anyone who does it (I did it in the past), just saying you can expect it to be a bit pixel-y. You use a different program to gather the caps of the scene you want to gif in a file and then you delete all the caps you don't need, because otherwise the gif will be too long and take up too much space (mb). Which means you might not be able to post it on tumblr, since they got a restriction.

Then you follow the steps in the tutorial mentioned above (using another program again), which I won't elaborate here. Either way, when you don't do any work on gifs and just use them as they are then there is quite a huge difference (especially with Vikings, because Hirst thought it would be fun to layer the show with one abhorrent filter on another), for example, left is without any layer, right is the one I worked on:

same here:

and here:

and these are just the ones with the yellow filter being a nuisance. Vikings has a shitton of scenes where everything is cyan. But you catch my drift, right? It is really hard to give these actors their actual skintone back (sometimes I google them to see if I matched it alright, like with Pekitaulet). Hell, most of the awesome outfits get fucked over due to the filters stealing all the color and details.

Is the outrage a little easier to understand? We gifmakers don't just hit one button and the scene we picked is finished and ready to post. It's a long process and I think I can speak for all gifmakers that we're really tired of our work being stolen.

You can also find Killy's before and after photoshop gifs post here!

@vikingwarrioraragnarsson No, they are not from google. Those gifs you used are from a friend of mine and other gif makers. Stop being a stealing cunt.

How mature to block me instead of apologizing for STEALING other peoples works. I am so sick of this stupid fucking RPC. Fuck off. Seriously. Get lost. You have no place in the Vikings Fandom and NO right to use other peoples art, gifs or ANYTHING.

[vikingsbigbang]

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

You can read the story here on AO3!

Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang '23 event on @vikingsbigbang

[serasvictoria]

It’s finally here! My entry for the @vikingsbigbang2022! It’s an idea that’s been running around in my head for a while and I figured that it was perfect to use for this event.

So I fell in love with Pacific Rim from the moment that I saw it and there are certain aspects of the story that made it perfect for an AU. You don’t have to have seen the movie to watch this, because I’d like to think that I explained what’s going on well enough. There might be some terminology that has some people scratching their heads, but feel free to ask me about it! 😊

I was also lucky enough to have both @underragingwaves and @vikingstrash as my artists and they were also kind of like my own private cheer squad whenever I thought that I wouldn’t be able to finish, so thanks for that ❤️

Rating: Mature, but that’s more to be on the safe side. There’s nothing in here that really needs a rating.

Pairing: Hvitserk/Ubbe, Hvitserk & Ivar

Word Count: 15.552

Summary: Hvitserk Lothbrok is one half of a very successful Jaeger team and together with his brother, Ubbe, who he has always shared an unusually deep bond with, they have taken out many Kaiju. But when a seemingly routine check goes wrong and leaves his brother badly injured, he is forced to evaluate how deep this bond actually runs...

Notes: The story kinda kept getting larger in scope as I was writing this, so this is going to be part one of a two-part series.

Read it on AO3

Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @quantumlocked310 @adrille88 @youbloodymadgenius @actual-queen-of-hell @punkrocknpearls @zuxiezendler @whenimaunicorn @grimeundglow

[mercurygray]

I'm late, I'm late, I'm so so so very late. It was @captainkilly /@underragingwaves's birthday earlier this week and I wanted to write something to mark the occasion. Happy birthday, friend. I hope the year ahead is good to you.

One Norman field, Easy Company was finding, was very much the same as another.

The one they'd picked to camp in for the night had little to distinguish it from the rest - a few trees along the border of the now-sunken lane, and a large, strange hillock that somehow seemed out of place, the walls of the field reorienting themselves around it. But it was quiet, when they'd laid down to rest, and for a little while, the war felt far away. No guns were firing. The sky was full of stars.

But when Billie closed her eyes and fell asleep, head pillowed on her elbow, her dreams were loud.

There was noise, so much noise, screaming and shouting and the sound of metal on metal and wood on bone, and she was in the midst of this vast, heaving crowd of people, pushing and shoving this way and that, body heavy with the weight of unfamiliar things, an axe, a shield, soft boots that had a hard time finding purchase on the soft ground.

What sort of war was this?

Because this was war - there was no mistake about that. There was no crack of gunfire here, no artillery recoil shaking the earth - but her hands knew what they were doing, her arm remembered what it was like to raise the shield and let it absorb a blow, shouting and screaming encouragement with the rest. She could smell the mud, the same as she had that day at Carentan, the cool, deep smell of churned earth and rain and broken leaves, the tang of sweat, the coppery scent of blood and broken bones.

The mass of people broke, and her legs remembered how to run.

She was in all of this, somehow, in it but not of it, flickering in and out of this...this person who was here, fighting, shoving and hitting back, giving chase to the men who'd thrown themselves against the army she was standing with.

Someone ran up to grapple with her, the man’s face hidden by his helmet. She raised her arm to parry his blows, axe meeting shield meeting sword meeting axe. Her mouth opened to scream, as if the shouting would give her extra strength, and finally the edge of her weapon sank into the soft flesh of his thigh, and he dropped to his knees.

This woman didn’t give a second thought to slitting his throat.

Blood spurted up, splashed her face, but she didn’t care. Her heart was pounding and the enemy had fled, and they were victorious. Somewhere to her left someone let out a primal yell, as if to chase the remaining soldiers away, and suddenly from all around her others took it up, screaming with pride in a thing well done. We are alive. We are alive, and you are dead.

What place is this? Billie wondered to herself, torn between joy and fear, knowing and unknowing. Where am I now?

Someone spoke - a word? A name? Her name? She turned towards the speaker, and the Billie who wasn't Billie clasped his shoulder before he pulled her close, their foreheads touching, blood mingling with blood, smiling together, breathing together. She felt her heart grow warm, felt her body responding to his touch. This is my love. My lover? Her lover?

And then he looked up, and his eyes caught hers, dark and wild, and she found she recognized his face, different now with long hair, braids, a bloodied face. Wait, I think...I think I know you. But from where?

He only grinned - a grin that somehow she knew so well, that haunted her, vexed her, pleased her, even. And then, just like that, she woke up. The rest of the camp was still mostly asleep, Randleman and Martin next to the fire, poking at embers.

What on earth?

Her heart was still pounding, and it was hard, in the moment, to try and burrow back into her blanket and her elbow and go back to sleep, wondering where else she’d go while she was sleeping.

The morning brought no answers - but Billie couldn’t help but look around the field where they’d been sleeping, trying to pull out landmarks from the dream. Had that been…here? There were the trees - taller and ancient now. And there was that - that hill. But that had not been in the dream.

"Hey, Molly," she asked, shrugging her pack onto her shoulders and pointing. "What did you say that was?"

Molly looked at the small green hill. "A barrow - a Viking burial mound. It's probably someone of importance, to have moved all that dirt to cover it. To show that they were a person of rank, and substance."

"There were Vikings here?"

Molly nodded. "Came to attack Paris in the...eight hundreds or so. A lot of them. Brought their boats straight up the river. I'm sure there's all kinds of sites like this around here, if we looked for them. If we opened it up, we'd probably find… things that were important to them - their weapons, their favorite tools, their festival clothes. The Vikings used to put them up all over. They were doing a dig in England before the war started - a place called Sutton Hoo. There’s a whole series of these things there - barrows, I mean."

"But why? Build it, I mean."

Molly smiled. "Same reason we've got Graves Registration. To show the dead how well they thought of them - in case they came back to this world."

"Like, as a ghost?"

"Sure. Or a dream, maybe.” Billie felt cold. “They believed strongly in dreams – it was how the gods and their ancestors could come and give advice."

Billie paused and ran her hand over the side of the grass, stroking it as one might a dog, wondering, somehow, if it would wake up, reach out to consume her. A dream. And what were you trying to tell me, friend?

[mommytauriel]

Sihtric x reader where reader is a ward of Uhtred. Reader is the first person to show Sihtric kindness when he’s captured after the attack in episode 2 season 2 and from then on he’s been smitten. The problem is that King Alfred and Uhtred came to an agreement that reader would be married off to a lord so that way she’s taken care off if something were to happen to Uhtred. I just started watching the show so you can decide the rest.

+ · 。~ promised to another p1

pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: forbidden romance?, angst, fluff | warnings: slight cursing, I think that’s all | wc: 6.4K |

synopsis: You and sihtric just met and yet the feelings you felt for each other were so strong.

request: yes

note: Okay first, thank you for sending in a request! And I’m sorry for how long it’s taken me to get it out! I absolutely love this idea and I still have so many ideas for it, this will be a multiple part series, I am thinking 4 parts? I hope you guys enjoy!

Thank you @underragingwaves for letting me use the lovely gif!

Part one Part two

The weather is hot, the sun beating down on you makes your eyes squint and the sleeves of your dress stick to your skin. You hated it. At least there was the breeze of wind that helped with the heat. Weather like this reminds you of the days you spent with your father, playing in the gardens and fields of your home, your father's estate. 

Your father was an Ealdorman of Wessex, a fierce warrior and a dear friend of the king. He loved nothing more than his family, his home and his King. So, it wasn't the biggest surprise when he died protecting what he loves, his family, his home and his king. You remember the day he left to fight, he came into your room and kissed your forehead. You were still in bed when he promised to return. He never did return, he died in the battle of Edington and a part of you died that day too.  

You didn't stay in your home for long after your father's death, you were outside when it happened. You were sitting under a tree reading one of your father's favorite books when the king came, he crouched in front of you and told you the news. That you would be coming to live with him, and your younger brother would stay and learn to become an Ealdorman. You didn't have much of a choice, so you said your goodbyes and left. 

Your stay at the castle was for several years, after a threat on your life that almost had you killed, King Alfred was filled with guilt and doubt. He couldn't have the only daughter of his late friend killed, killed in his home. So, despite a part of him disagreeing and the anger and shouts of his wife he did what he thought was best, put you in the protection of Uhtred. 

And that brings you to where you are now, standing in a field watching Uhtred train King Guthreds men. You have lost count of the months you have been with Uhtred. Uhtred has been very kind to you, very understanding. He doesn't complain when you take a little longer to get ready or when you have them stop more often so you can bathe. He understands your position, you were raised and lived as a lady…and now you ride with him. It was a very different life. 

You were standing in between Hild and Father Beocca, your fingers playing with your bracelet. You watched with squinted eyes as Uhtred bests Clapa once again. You enjoyed watching Uhtred fight, it reminded you of when you would watch your father train. 

The content look on your face quickly disappears when you see a group of men on horseback approaching. You could tell by their attire that they were Danes. You absentmindedly move closer to Hild. Your eyes scan over the men as they dismount from their horse’s and step closer to Uhtred and King Guthred, one of them; the tall one closer than the others. 

You don't bother paying attention to the conversation they seem to be having, instead your eyes wander to the Danes, scanning over them. Your eyes linger on one of them in particular, he was standing behind the tall one in front, his posture made him seem…nervous as if he didn't want to be there. 

You tilt your head slightly as you look him over, curiosity in your eyes. He looked different from the others, and not in a bad way. His hair was pulled back and to be honest…he was quite pretty. He didn't look like the men you would see growing up is all you could say.

You blink a few times when you realize you have zoned out, you look towards Uhtred to see him leaning back, an unimpressed look on his face. You look back to the pretty Dane, only to see that he was already looking at you. Your eyes widen and you quickly avert your eyes away from him and to Uhtred. 

After a few moments you look back at him and watch as he tilts his head slightly and his eyes rake over your body. His eyes met yours again and this time you weren't the first to look away. You feel a rush or satisfaction when you see his cheeks flush at the fact that you caught him. You look away from him when you feel someone touch your arm.  

“You should join Lady Gisela in her tent and get out of the sun” Hild smiles slightly, patting your arm reassuringly, nodding her head towards Lady Gisela. Who seemed to be waiting for you, a smile on her face as she stood with a few other women. You smile at Hild and whisper your goodbyes to the warrior nun, who has shown you nothing but kindness and love. 

Your hands went to your sides to hold up your dress a little, so you could walk without tripping. You send one more smile to Hild before making your way towards Lady Gisela. You kept your chin up and your shoulders back as you ignored the hungry looks from the Danes you walked past. You stop yourself from looking at the Dane that had caught your attention earlier, but when you feel a hard stare on your back, you can't help but look back, hoping to see the pretty Dane looking at you. 

But instead, you see one of the other Danes staring at you as you walk away, specifically your arse. The look of disgust on your face quickly changes to a look of surprise when the Dane who was staring at you inappropriately, is bumped into causing him to stop looking at you. You felt your heart flutter in appreciation when you saw that it was the pretty Dane who purposely bumped into him. He noticed your stare and gave you a small nod before looking forward and catching an apple from the tall Dane. 

“Lady Y/n are you ready to go?” Lady Gisela asked. You quickly looked away from the Danes and to Lady Gisela, who had taken a few steps to be closer to you. 

“Oh yes I am, my apologies” you apologize with a bashful smile, your hands nervously playing with the fabric of your dress. Lady Gisela was a very kind woman, but she had such a strong presence that you couldn't help but feel a little nervous under her charming eyes. 

“No need to apologize” Lady Gisela says with a knowing smirk. You start to worry that she noticed you staring at the pretty Dane. She doesn't say anything on the matter, she just links her arm in yours and starts to lead you to where her tent was, starting a conversation with one of the women that was joining you. 

You glance behind you one more time to see he was already looking at you. When the two of you lock eyes you give him a small smile, before quickly looking forward before your small exchange would be seen by others. You tried to focus on Lady Gisela’s and the others' conversation, but your mind kept on bringing you back to thoughts of the pretty Dane. I really need to figure out his name, so i can stop calling him pretty Dane you think with a faint smile. 

Cooling down in Lady Gisela’s tent was nice, you had missed spending time with other women. You of course had Hild, but the two of you were always surrounded by Uhtred and Halig. So, spending time with strictly just women was nice, and very much needed. You spent a few hours with them, eating, talking…well more like gossiping before you went to your own tent. King Guthred had asked for his sister, and you felt more comfortable being in your tent since it was starting to get dark.

You were alone in your tent for a few minutes, just resting on your bed that was covered with many different furs. King Guthred had been very kind and had made sure that your tent was satisfactory for you, and it definitely was. You were reading one of your father's books when Uhtred walked into your tent, sword in hand. You would have been worried that something was wrong if Uhtred didn't smile at you and lift up the sword sharpening stone. 

The worry on your face disappears and you greet him with a smile, you can tell that Uhtred wasn't ready to talk so you go back to reading your book. While Uhtred sits on the wooden stool in your tent and starts sharpening his sword, focusing on his thoughts. This had happened a few times before, Uhtred coming to you to relax and quietly focus on his thoughts. The silence between the two of you was never awkward. You both felt very comfortable in each other's presence. 

It was silent for a few more minutes, the only thing you could hear was the sound of Uhtred sharpening his sword and the faint sound of talking from outside your tent. You were nearing the end of the chapter; the main character was voicing her worries to her mentor about their enemies, and it started to get you thinking. 

“I don't trust them” you say after a few more minutes of silence. Your eyes were trained down at your book, your eyebrows furrowed as you thought more about it. Uhtred stopped sharpening his sword and looked towards you, confused and intrigued. “Who?” 

“The Danes Uhtred, i don't trust them.” 

“You know you will be safe with me” he reassured you when he sensed the worry in your tone. He also had his suspicions about them, but he didn’t like that you worried about them. He wanted you to feel safe with him and not worry about such things. 

“I know that Uhtred, but what if they want to harm you?” 

“Are you worrying about me?” Uhtred wonders with a small smirk. Finding it adorable that you were worrying about him. 

You huff in annoyance and close your book and set it by your side, annoyed that it seemed that he wasn’t taking what you were saying seriously. “Uhtred, I’m serious I can’t exactly protect you.” 

Uhtred laughs warmly and stands up, setting his sword and sharpening stone on the wood table by his stool. Before he comes and crouches in front of you. He reaches for your hands that were in your lap and gives them a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t protect me, I protect you.” 

“Stop worrying little flower” Uhtred smiles at you, squeezing your hands one more time before kissing your forehead and standing up. You return the smile even though you were still worried, you trusted Uhtred with your life, so you trusted his words. 

Uhtred walks back to the table and grabs his sword before turning to look at you with a grin. “Now come join us and eat, Hild is worried you’re not eating enough.” 

“If Hild keeps on feeding me so much I’m going to need new dresses to fit in” you say with another huff and a roll of your eyes. You knew Hild only had good intentions, but there was only so much you could eat. 

“Well, that won’t do, I don’t have enough coin to buy you more of your fancy dresses” Uhtred jokes with a teasing smirk. He laughs loudly and moves to the side, dodging the fancy comb you threw at him. 

“One, please tell Hild I will be staying in my tent and that I’m not hungry. Two, me and my fancy dresses are choosing to ignore what you just said.” 

“Whatever you say princess” Uhtred says with one more last smile before leaving, nodding at your personal guard that stayed outside your tent at all times. Whenever Uhtred wasn’t with you, he made sure that your guard was with you. He never wanted you to be alone and defenseless again. 

You let out a tired sigh once Uhtred had left, the heat from earlier and the long day you had, finally getting to you. You let yourself fall back against your bed and close your eyes. The soft furs of your bed just telling you to go to sleep, you ended up listening to them, and you drifted off in a peaceful sleep. Completely clueless to what was happening in the stables, not too far from you. 

The next time you saw the pretty Dane was in the morning, and you were thoroughly confused at the sight in front of you. You were already dressed and ready for the day when you stepped out of your tent, you walked around the camp hoping to find Uhtred, Hild, anyone you knew really. 

You stopped dead in your tracks, a look of confusion on your face. The pretty Dane that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from yesterday…was tied to a cart. Why is he tied up? You thought. What have I missed?

“Lady y/n” a voice brings you out of your thoughts. You look away from the tied-up Dane to an approaching Halig. Haligs voice gets the attention of the Dane and he turns his head to see who Halig was talking to, he sits up straight when he sees who it is. It’s you he thought. 

“Hild is in her tent if you need her” Halig continues, he had assumed you were looking for her, like you usually do in the mornings. You give Halig a faint smile before glancing back at the Dane, who quickly avoided eye contact from you. “Oh, I’m alright Halig. Why is he tied up? Where are the other Danes?” 

“Those bastards are dead, we're keeping that one over there as a prisoner” Halig responds with a proud nod, your eyes widened and you step closer to Halig, you really did miss a lot. “What happened?” 

“Oh, right you were sleeping, well those bastards tried to kill Uhtred but- “Halig says as if it was nothing, but you are quick to cut him off, feeling very worried for Uhtred. 

“Is Uhtred okay? Where is he?” You asked Halig anxiously. You were right, those Danes couldn’t be trusted, oh you hope Uhtred is okay. The pretty Dane deflates and looks down at the ground at the way you worry about Uhtred. Of course, a pretty woman like you was taken, and of course it had to be with the man he was sent to help kill, he thought with an annoyed scoff.            

“He's in his tent” Halig tells her first and opens his mouth again to brag about how well he did last night, but you quickly walk past him. One thing on your mind, and that was to make sure Uhtred was okay. Halig just shrugs and walks back to the cart loading it. 

You make your way through the camp and back towards your tent, Uhtred’s tent was close to yours, he didn't want you far from him. You turn the corner of your tent the same time someone else does, you jump back in fright, putting your hand on your chest. Uhtred laughs and holds your arms gently, so you don't trip. “Did I scare you y/n.” 

You ignore his words and throw your arms over his shoulders, closing your eyes and pulling him in for a tight hug. You were so afraid that he was hurt from last night, so you were very happy to see him in front of you, seemingly to be alright. Uhtred’s eyes widen in surprise from your hug, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you to his chest. “Whoa I must've really scared you." 

“Halig said the Danes tried to kill you” You voice out, but it comes out muffled because your face was currently shoved in his chest. Uhtred smiles now understanding, you were still worried for him. Uhtred rubs your back and whispers gently. “I am okay y/n, come on let's get breakfast, I’ll tell you what you have missed.” 

You and Uhtred had gotten some fruit and bread and sat down at a table where Uhtred had explained all that you missed. And let's just say your worry for Uhtred did not lessen. If Kjartan sent men to get Uhtred once, what's stopping him from doing it a second time? You open your mouth to voice your worries but close it when you see Uhtred attention goes to Lady Gisela who’s walking past the two of you. Your eyes widen when Lady Gisela gives Uhtred a shy smile before continuing to walk away. 

Uhtred turns to look at you and you raise your eyebrow, silently questioning what that was. Uhtred rolls his eyes and stands up, making you look up at him. “I have some things to do, Hild should be around here somewhere.” 

“You mean you have someone to do?” You say with a mischievous smile. Uhtred laughs and shakes his head at your response, he truly has been a bad influence on you. He turns to walk away but turns back, forgetting that he has to tell you something. “Y/n, don't go near the prisoner, okay?”

“Okay” 

You of course didn't end up listening to him. It was an hour or so since your conversation with Uhtred and you feared you would die from boredom. Hild was praying, Halig was with Clapa, your guard was training and Uhtred… well you didn't want to know what he was currently doing. Since everyone was busy, that means the prisoner was being guarded by a random man, a random man that you could easily trick. 

If you were going to do this you had to make sure you were doing it the right way, you had no room for mistakes. A mistake in this situation would get you in a lot of trouble, and you really didn't want to be in trouble with Uhtred. Your fear of getting in trouble with Uhtred was calling you to stall and hide behind a tree, and out of sight from the guard and the pretty Dane. 

You weren't scared of Uhtred, you just didn't want to disappoint him by not listening to him. You really did plan on listening to him, but your curiosity had gotten to you, and you spent the last 30 minutes making a plan of action. A plan to talk to the pretty Dane. It definitely wasn't the best plan, to be clear. But with a little luck, you would have your chance to talk to him. 

You didn't understand why this Dane you knew nothing about had captured your attention. You knew he was dangerous and not on your side, was that what attracted you to him? Or was it the way he defended you in a way yesterday? You didn’t know, but you wanted to find out. 

“I’m gonna take a piss, don't move” A voice behind you said, you looked behind the tree to see the guard talking to the Dane. This was your chance; you didn't even have to distract him. The guard snickers and walks backwards “Not like you could move even if you wanted to.” 

You roll your eyes at the guard's remark, you watch as he walks through the trees and far out of sight. You wait a few more moments, just to make sure you would be safe and wouldn't be seen. You let out a nervous breath and step out from behind the tree. The Dane’s back was towards you, so he didn't notice you step out from behind the trees. You took a few steps towards the cart, only to step on a twig; alerting him of your presence. 

The Dane's head swiftly snaps to look at you, as soon as he hears the sound of the twig snapping under your foot. You smile shyly when the two of you lock eyes, taking a few more steps to now stand in front of him. The Dane just looks up at you, confusion in his eyes, he didn't understand why you out of all the people were here…right in front of him. 

“Here” You began as you crouched down in front of him, holding out a red apple for him; a gentle smile on your face, hoping that it would hide your nervousness. “I noticed you haven't eaten yet” You continued. 

The Dane hesitantly takes the apple from her hands. He wasn't going to at first, but the warmness he felt from your smile and eyes told him that it's okay. You looked into his eyes, and you couldn't help but be surprised at the sight, he had two different colored eyes, one blue and one brown. How peculiar, but beautiful you thought with a smile. You spoke with a soft tone “I’m Y/n, what's your name?” 

“I’m Sihtric” He tells you quickly, also looking into your eyes. You were so close to him, and he just wanted to memorize everything about you. His eyes widen when he realizes his mistake on the way he addressed you. “My Lady” he told you quickly and nervously. 

“You can just call me Y/n” You smile widely, you find his nervousness adorable. You didn't expect a ‘murderous and dangerous Dane’ to get so nervous and shy in front of you. Halig had told you earlier that he's a ‘murderous and dangerous Dane’ but he didn't seem like that in front of you.

 It was quiet for a few moments besides the sound of sihtric biting into the apple and the faint sound of birds in the distance, you didn't have much time you had to tell him. 

“Thank you Sihtric” 

“Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?” He says confused, motioning towards the almost finished apple that he scarfed down, maybe later he would feel a little embarrassed for eating in such a way in front of a lady, you really didn't care though. 

“I mean for yesterday” You clarified, your smile still on your face. 

“It's no problem my lady” He tells you, returning the smile with one of his own. You go to tell him that he didn't have to call you that but you close your mouth and look behind you when you hear footsteps. You sigh, you wanted more time with him. 

“I should go, Bye sihtric” You give him a faint smile before standing up, ignoring the small ache you felt in your legs from crouching for so long. You grab onto your dress and rush off before you could be seen and before sihtric could respond to you. 

“Bye Y/n” Sihtric whispered to himself as he turned his head to watch you rush off, a small smile forming on his face when you almost trip over the bottom of your dress. He watches until he can't see you anymore, he sighs and turns back around leaning back against the cart and hiding the finished apple behind the wheel. He missed you already, this isn't good he thought to himself. 

You weren't present when Sihtric held a sword to Halig’s throat and swore his sword and loyalty to Uhtred. You were at a table reading and eating some fruit, let's just say you were very surprised when you saw  sihtric walk past the table you were sitting at, following an annoyed Halig. Why am I always missing everything you thought with a huff. 

You were watching Halig and sihtric walk away when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You flinch and quickly turn around to see who it was, you let out a breath of relief when you see it's a smiling Uhtred and not some creep trying to cop a feel. Why did he always have to scare you! “Uhtred!” 

“I didn't mean to scare you, come on King Guthred wants us to join them to eat” Uhtred laughs we really need to work on her not being so jumpy Uhtred thinks. You really wanted to refuse but you knew you couldn't, it wouldn't be ladylike of you if you did. So, you sighed and stood up, holding your closed book to your chest. Uhtred smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you to where King Guthred was sitting, Lady Gisela sitting next to him. 

You had left the table a few moments after Uhtred did, claiming that you were going to your tent to cool down from the beating sun. Lady Gisela who had noticed your discomfort earlier on was quick to say her goodbyes with a knowing smile. You were grateful to have her in your life. You glance at Clapa fighting as you walk past the group of men cheering for him. 

You sigh and hold your hands in front of you as you walk towards your tent, trying to ignore your guards' eyes that were on your back. He followed you almost everywhere if you weren't with Uhtred, he made sure not to stay too close to you, he knew you liked your privacy. You could see your tent in the distance, and you wanted to smile in relief, knowing that you could have some quiet and alone time in your tent. You pull back the flap of your tent and go to step in but stop in your tracks at the sound of someone calling for you. 

“Lady Y/n” Sihtric Greets as he walks towards you, only to step back and raise his hands in surrender when your guard steps closer to him and pulls out his sword telling sihtric to stay back. Your eyes widen and you step closer to them. “It's alright Matthew, you can leave us.” 

“My lady?” Matthew looks back at you with a confused look, his sword still pointing at sihtric. 

“I will be fine Matthew” You reassure him with a small nod. Matthew looks back at you one more time, before setting his gaze on sihtric and giving him, a glare and he slowly lowers his sword. Matthew doesn't break eye contact with sihtric as he steps back and takes his usual position at the side of your tent. Sihtric gulps feeling slightly intimidated by your guard. You smile at the slight fear in sihtric’s eyes, little did he know how much of a softie Matthew truly is. 

“Sihtric, we can talk inside” You smile motioning towards your tent, it would be nice to talk to him privately. Sihtric spares a glance towards your guard, before stepping forward and following you into your tent. Neither of them noticed a man hiding behind another tent watching the exchange, he didn't stay long before he rushed to tell what he saw to a certain Abbot. 

Sihtric's eyes widen when he steps into your tent, and he takes in the sight. He had briefly seen the inside of Halig’s tent when he was showing him around earlier, and it was no way near as nice as yours was. Sihtric wipes his hands on his pants trying to show you that he was nervous, and to be fair, he wasn't the only one freaking out about him being in your tent. You were too.

It is highly inappropriate to be alone in your tent, if only your mother could see you now. She's definitely turning in her grave at your unladylike ness. You ignore your nervousness and walk over to the table that has a jug of water and a few cups, you fill two cups of water up and turn around, holding a cup out for him. “Here” 

“Thank you, y/n,” Sihtric smiles as he steps closer to you, when he takes the cup in his grasp his hand brushes against yours, he's alarmed at how much your soft touch affected him, that's never happened before. 

“I missed a lot in a short amount of time, you aren't Uhtred's prisoner anymore?” You question him even though you already know the answer. You move to sit on your bed, the soft furs comforting you. You take a sip of your water while your other hand plays with the soft fur. 

“No, I swore my loyalty to him,” Sihtric said as his eyes followed every move of yours. He slowly took a sip of his water, cooling his dry throat. Sihtric stands still in his spot near the front of your tent. 

“So, I shouldn't be worried about you killing me then? Or Uhtred?” You smile teasingly as you lean back on your palm. Your eyes not leaving his as you tilt your head slightly. Sihtric feels his heart start to beat faster at the sight in front of him, you looked so beautiful, the teasing smile and look in your eyes was making him feel things he shouldn't feel. 

“Lady, I would never! I won't harm you or your husband.” 

“My husband?” You laugh out with a confused smile. I don't have a husband? 

“Uhtred is your husband, isn't he?” Sihtric questions, you find the way he tilted his head slightly as he asked adorable. 

“No no no, Uhtred is like a brother to me” You stumble over your words as you try to get them out as quickly as you can. You and Uhtred? No way. Why would he think that? You stop leaning back and sit straight as you look up at him. 

Sihtric licks his lips and tries to ignore the burst of relief he felt at your words. There was still a chance you were married; I hope you're not sihtric thinks. “Do…Do you have a husband?” 

“No i don't” You smile thankfully, you definitely weren't ready for marriage. You look down at your cup of water, why was he asking? You look up from your cup and to his eyes he is very handsome and asking if I am married, why is this making me so flustered “Do you have a wife?” 

“No lady, i don't” When sihtric says those words it's like music to your ears. Sihtric noticed the way your eyes lit up at his answer and he had to hide his smile from seeing your reaction. The tension was thick as the two of you stared into each other's eyes, neither of you wanting to break eye contact and neither of you knowing what to say. 

“Why did you swear your loyalty to uhtred?” You wondered aloud, finally breaking the silence. Sihtrics eyes widen, and he falters a little, as if he didn't expect you to ask him that. You lean back on your palm and take a sip of your water that you had forgotten was in your hand, you were too distracted by his beautiful eyes, but then again who wouldn't be. God he's so pretty.

“A lot of reasons really” He cleared his throat and took another sip of his water. You could see a lot of emotions in his eyes as he thought about your question. You scooted over on your bed and patted the spot next to you. If he did feel comfortable telling you those reasons you wanted him to be comfortable physically, not standing on the other side of the tent looking at you as if you were going to pounce on him any second. 

He hesitates but when you give him a comforting smile, he walks across the tent and sits next to you. Not to close, but close enough that had both of you feeling flustered. You noticed he seemed a little apprehensive as you playfully bumped your shoulder into his and offered him a kind smile. “We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, i know we met not to long ag-” 

“My Father is Kjartan, and my mother was a slave” He cuts you off. You closed your mouth and made sure that you kept your face neutral at his confession. You definitely didn't expect that, and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable by your shock. Sihtric looked down at his knees as he added “Kjartan showed me no love or care, I know what type of man he is, he's a terrible man. A man that I don't want to serve.” 

“Lord Uhtred, He's a good man. I want to serve a man like Uhtred, not my father” Sihtric finally gets the courage to look at you, readying himself to see anger or disappointment in your eyes at the fact that he's Kjartans bastard son. But he just sees your kind eyes. 

“Uhtred is a good man and he's lucky to have you. '' you tell him with a smile, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. Sihtric looks down at your hand on your shoulder before quickly looking back at you, giving you a smile of his own. “I think I'm the lucky one.” 

“How so?” You voice out with a shy giggle, feeling very flustered under his gaze. His eyes were staring into yours, only breaking the flirty eye contact to glance down at your lips. Both of you absentmindedly leaning closer, you found yourself looking down at his lips before looking back up to his eyes. You were so close you could feel each other's breath on your face, but still not close enough, your fingers were just itching to pull him closer.  

“Lady y/n, Lady Gisela requests your presence” Matthew called from the outside of your tent, causing you and sihtric to jump apart. The annoyed curse you mutter under your breath causes sihtric to smirk. I did not expect that from a lady sihtric thought, but then again, he also didn't expect a lady to invite him in her tent. You were full of surprises. 

“I should go” you tell him with a nod, but your eyes tell him that you want to stay. Sihtric notices the look in your eyes and doesn’t stop the cocky smile to appear on his face. He stands up and holds his hand out for you so he could help you up. You take his hand and let him help you up, your hands still interlocked as he spoke “Of course My lady.” 

“Goodbye Sihtric” You smile up at him, you sadly let go of his hand. You liked the way his hand fit perfectly with yours, but you needed to go. Hopefully I can hold his hand another time you think happily. Sihtric leans down and takes you by surprise when his warm lips kiss your cheek. Just as soon as it happened it was over, sihtric steps back and gives you a cheeky smile, saying one last thing before leaving. “Goodbye y/n” 

Over the next few days, a lot happened, not to you…but a lot happened. Uhtred had made sure to keep you away and safe from everything that was happening. So, you spent most of your time with Lady Gisela and Hild and of course Matthew. You were surprised how much you had missed sihtric over the few days, there weren't a lot of chances the two of you could talk. Both Uhtred and Matthew were tense about everything that was going on so that had made them even more protective than usual. 

So that left you and sihtric to longing glances, small greetings through the day whenever you had the chance to, which was rare. Sihtric had started to miss you so much he even thought about sneaking into your tent at night to see you…he didn't think about it much. He knew Matthew wouldn't hesitate to stab his sharp impressive sword through his throat. 

The first time you had a chance to really talk to sihtric again was when you were walking towards your horse. Everyone was getting ready for the journey to Eoferwic, Matthew was with Hild helping her with getting her things, he was reluctant to leave you at first, but you had convinced him to go help Hild, saying something about how she wanted his help…it wasn't too hard to convince him after you said that. 

You were petting your horse when you heard the sound of footsteps, you quickly turned your head; the nervous look on your face turned to a smile when you saw who it was. Sihtric smiles and steps to your side, bringing his hand up to pet your horse's mane. You smiled back and looked back at your horse before saying “Would it be weird if I said I have missed you?” 

Sihtric grins and chuckles and looks at you, admiring your side profile. Your words made him happier than he thought they would you are really do something to me “I guess we're both weird because i have missed you to my lady.” 

“I have said several times that you don't have to call me that.” You scrunch your nose before trying your best to glare at him, but the laugh that slips past his lips causes you to smile and laugh as well. You were slightly out in the open, so in the back of your head you were a little worried that the two of you being seen laughing and close would cause some problems, but his next words made you forget your worries. 

“I know, but I like the way your nose scrunches up when I call you that. It's cute” Sihtric tells you after he stops laughing. Your eyes widen and you shyly look back at your horse. 

“What?” Sihtric asks when he notices the look on your face. Did he overstep? The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You saw the panic in his eyes, so you stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I've been called many things, but never cute.” 

“Now that's weird” Sihtric flirts and tries to not make it obvious that he was looking at you up and down, admiring you. You had caught his eyes and felt a boost of confidence but before you could do anything the sounds of footsteps alerted you. Halig steps closer to the two of you, giving you a smile and nod before giving sihtric a heated glare. “Lord Uhtred needs you.” 

“Goodbye Lady y/n” Sihtric said to you, making sure to emphasize the lady. You nod and mumble your goodbyes, watching as he takes a few steps backwards before turning around and walking off to where you assumed Uhtred was. You hoped you hid your disappointment well, and that Halig didn't notice. 

Halig looks at you and asks, “Was he bothering you?” 

“No Halig, he wasn't bothering me” you tell him with a reassuring nod. Halig nods and gives you one more look before walking off. When you make sure he can't see you, your lips spread into a smile as you think more about the pretty dane. 

He definitely wasn't bothering me… 

note: Hii! I’m back!! I feel like it’s been sooo long since I posted a fic! I have missed you all &lt;;3

So this is the first part in my ‘promised to another’ short series. When I got this request I fell in love and so many ideas for it so I decided to make it into a short series! (The rest that was suggested in the request will take place in part two and then the other parts will a surprise on what happens 😉)

So there was actually more to this first part, I was at around 10.5k words and I wasn’t even done yet. So I decided to cut the first part into 2! The next part should be up next week idk!

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[rapturok]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐑𝐏 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

(‌recently got back into rp, implore you to read till the end)

❯❯❯❯ If you do not know Vikings, treat Ivar as an OC.

❯❯❯❯ No longer accepting Aegond (Aemond x Aegon) rp at this time! Got hit with a massive muse block for Aegond. I shall continue to post Aegond content regardless.

❯❯❯❯ Highly seeking Hvitserk and Aegon II rpers for my Ivar. Could also accept Aemond (though I get a lot of Aemond rpers) and a bit less in the mood but Sigurd. Never tried but perhaps Ramsay as well.

❯❯❯❯ No long wait times. I am alright with a month but more than that, I may void the rp (if we hit it off well, open to extend). I have memory issues among other things, and I want to provide quality content.

❯❯❯❯ I have been told that my rp style is lit (+ adv lit) rather than semi lit so if you loath the thought of writing up a few paragraphs (3-4+), I will not be a good fit. People have different definitions, so you never know.

❯❯❯❯ I wish to provide a couple rp examples, so you have an idea. Depending on who my partner and their character is, the rp length, pairing vibe, my chara's demeanor, etc. might vary. Here is one example! Here is another!

❯❯❯❯ I currently hypermuse Ivar, somewhat muse Henry Creel (that fire sparks in and out so be warned!), and somewhat muse Aegon and Aemond (currently not open to taking Aegond - that is the situation I would muse either). I do play other characters such as Hvitserk, Floki, Ubbe, Harald, Oleg, etc. but this is primarily to advance my half of the plot (for my hypermuse as he is more fleshed no matter the universe).

❯❯❯❯ This is STRICTLY MXM. It is a waste of your time to contact me about MXF or double/multiple ups slipping in MXF.

❯❯❯❯ I'm on board with accepting your canon males (or oc inspired directly from canons) of other medias so try me. What's there to lose? Hell, it could be Stu Macher from Scream (I already dabbled with Scream!Ivar who goes by a different name there). Who knows?

❯❯❯❯ I ACCEPT crossover aus, original aus, period aus (unless I lack knowledge, I want my rp to be decent for you), canon-diverge, modern aus, aus of other genres/tropes (ex: gothic romance, vampire, sheltered pair, survivalist pair, futuristic, dystopian, utopian-dystopian, poverty, bayou / marshes, yandere-ish but not, codependency, psychological rp, cosmic horror rp, simulation rp, etc.), cest aus (if our canons look somewhat passable enough), migrating our two canon muses in aus inspired by other shows, anime, or movies (ex: Stranger Things, Scream, Blade Runner, Hannibal, AiW, Harry Potter, FitA, DMCB, Don't Worry Darling, Sinners, American Horror Story, Black Mirror, The Talented Mr. Ripley, etc. If I don't know it, just pitch it for me and we wing it), and even song inspired aus! I do excite at the idea of placing my main muse (Ivar) in different settings so I'm up for it!

❯❯❯❯ There are certain characters Ivar doesn't mix with due to the narrative / lore surrounding them and/or personality on top of the narrative. I will not be doing Ivar x Jace or Ivar x Luke from HOTD. The TB boys conflict a tad too much with Ivar. Used to accept but it is for our enjoyment that I decline. I will let you know once you divulge about your canon (or ocs via your canon inspired like mine) or I'm familiar with your canon. Rp is supposed to be fun.

❯❯❯❯ I am aware I have repeated a few tidbits. Remember, it is never too late to reach out to me by dm or liking my rp posts. If I don't feel like musing the one(s) you see now (either hiatus, retired, or just not feeling it right now), rest assured I will update. I intend to stick around for a long time on Tumblr for rp as rp is a little dead nowadays in other spaces.

𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭,𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐚!

[redskull199987]

Early Mornings

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings:a little bit steamy

Summary: You find yourself in a delightful situation after waking up, but are suddenly interrupted by an unexpected visitor...

Gif by @underragingwaves

Masterlist

Part II

I slowly tried to open my eyes. But it seemed so hard. I was too lazy and the bed too warm.

Finally, my eyes flutterd open and I tried to sit up, but a pair of strong arms encircled my waist. I looked up and smiled.

He seemed so calm. Ivar the Boneless, a man who was almost never calm.

I quietly turned around in his arms and admired his face. The eyes which were usually shining bright blue were now closed. His mouth slightly ajar and his chest rose and fell as he breathed.

Carefully, I let my fingers dance across his jawline. A soft stubble scratched my fingertips.

"I love you", I mumbled, "Ivar the Boneless"

"I love you too, my dear"

That caught me of guard. I tried to pull away, but Ivar was faster. He grabbed my hand, and put it back on top of his cheek.

A smile crept onto his face, as he grabbed my other arm and pulled me even closer to him.

"Ivar-", I protested, but before I could say anything more, his soft lips collided with mine and I let any protests slip past me.

I sighed against Ivar's lips and we parted slightly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and his blue eyes gazed into mine.

"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.

He lifted his hand and softly brushed away my hair:"My Y/N"

Ivar slowly put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking at me again.

"My Y/N", he whispered again.

I smiled at him and reconnected our lips. I felt Ivar's hands wander to my waist and he pulled me on top of him, while he sat up himself.

I felt Ivar's back hit the headboard, while he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Ivar", I signed against his lips, "Please"

"So needy, huh", he chuckled.

I only looked into his eyes and nodded. A grin graced his lips and in a matter of seconds, Ivar had switched our places and he was suddenly hovering above me.

His lips attacked my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.

"Shh", Ivar whisperd, "We don't want others to hear these beautiful sounds"

I nodded and tried to keep silent while he continued to kiss across my neck.

"Those noises are only for me to hear", Ivar mumbled. His voice was stern,"Only for me"

I only nodded at his words again, not able to form a coherent sentence.

A yelp escaped my lips, as Ivar's cold hands slipped under my robe. He only chuckled and continued to lift it over my head.

He just looked at me for a second, like I was the most precious thing that he has ever seen.

"Ivar",I mumbled and pulled him towards my lips again.

Another moan escaped my lips, I felt how his frigid fingers touched my skin. Ivar grasped one of my breasts, before starting to kiss down my sternum.

I felt his other hand slip behind my back and puling my Body closer to him. His lips covered my hips in kisses.

I desperately rubbed my thighs together, to conjure some friction, as Ivar was taking his time to cover my skin in hickeys.

"Oh dear", he mumbled and I felt his hands push my legs apart. I gasped, as I felt his lips on my inner thigh.

"Fuck", I mumbled and brushed my hand through his hair. A groan left Ivar's lips.

"Ivar!!"

I have never seen a man, who couldn't walk, get up so fast and covering himself and someone else. Because the Person screaming his name, was not me, but his brother.

Ubbe. He only looked at the two of us and grinned. Our relationship was no secret to them, nor to anybody else, but still they liked to make fun of us or tease Ivar for always being so protective of me.

"You're late", he said sharply, before turnung around to leave.

"Oh, and Y/N?", he asked again.

"Yes?", I sighed and shyly peeked out from behind Ivar's back.

"Our mother is searching you", Ubbe stated before leaving.

"Shit!", I got up as fast as possible, looking for my clothes.

"Where do you think, are you going?", Ivar asked perplexed and even though he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to pull me back into his lap again.

"Ivar", I giggled. His pouting face was too cute, "I promised your mother to help her with embroidering"

"Why can't you stay?", Ivar wined, running his hands up my back.

"Because your mother is the queen of Kattegat and she will personally kill me if I am late", I chuckled and pecked his nose, before getting up.

"I'd never let her do that", Ivar mumbled.

"I know, Ivar", I smiled and grasped his cheek, "I know"

"I love you", he mumbled while I put on my dress.

"Would you help me with the Corset, love?", I asked and turned my back on him, so that he could could tie the knots.

"All done", Ivar smiled after a minute. I turned around and kissed his forehead:"Thank you"

I quickly grabbed a comb and brushed through my hair. I was about to tie it together to, but Ivar stopped me.

"Leave it", he said. I turned towards him and smiled, before dropping my hair. It fell down my shoulder, before Ivar slowly reached out for it. He grabbed a lose Strand and quietly examined it.

"I have to go now", I murmured.

Ivar nodded, before grabbing his crutches. He struggled a bit to get up, but I only watched him. Even though, I wanted to help him, I knew how stubborn Ivar was. He would never admit, that he needed help.

After a minute, he was standing in front of me. Only in his pants and his hair still slightly messed.

I chuckled at his sight.

"What!?", Ivar smiled,"Don't you like, what you're seeing?

"Oh I do", I answered, "In fact, I even love what I'm seeing"

Ivar smirked before giving me one last kiss. It wasn't as passionate as the others, but still tender and full of love.

"I love you", he mouthed against my lips.

"I love you too, Ivar the Boneless"

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Before Sunrise - Ivar the Boneless/Reader One Shot Story.

This gif prompted the following filth. Because look at him. Wow. 

Gif by @underragingwaves

Words - 1,130

Warnings - 18+ for the smut content below the cut. Minors DNI!

Until you met Ivar, you did not believe a man could be beautiful. Handsome, strong, masculine, rugged, yes, but never beautiful. He is all of those things, of course, but it is when he sleeps that you see them mix together most.  

You watch him, face shuttered in sleep, those long, inky lashes casting feathery shadows over his lower eyelids, his wide, tattooed chest rising and falling steadily, thick arms bulged as he lies with one raised next to his head, one at his side. What a sight Ivar the Boneless is to behold.

He stirs both your heart and your lust, admiring him lovingly, but equally thirsting for him as you sit beside his bulk, reaching out to stroke his smooth chest. Removing your nightdress, you climb astride him, unable to resist any longer.  

“I was resting,” he grunts, opening one eye, glowering. Eventually, he smiles.  

“I need your cock.” Simple, to the point. Your statement prompts both eyes to open, his eyebrows rising.

“I gave it to you for half of last night, and still, you crave more? There is no satisfying you, my woman.”

Leaning forward, you lick a line up the centre of his broad chest, ending at his stubble flecked throat, the shade of a few days' growth dotting his cheeks and jaw, making a raspy sound when you run your nails across the short growth. “You are correct in your deductions.”

“So, it is you who wishes to top me then, I take it?”

You take a moment to consider your options. Ride him, or happily lie spread wide beneath him. He may not be able to walk, but gods, how the man can fuck. He is a champion in the bedroom, the king of your desires, but sometimes, it is you who demands to take charge. Although it must be noted, only if Ivar actually permits you to.  

“If you’ll allow it.”

He spends his own few moments in thought, grinning before slowly sliding down the bed, a look of lustful intent in his eyes. “For what I have planned, yes. For now.” He nudges your legs wider with his elbows, positioning himself below you, his breath hot at your sex, fingers stroking your thighs, his mouth opening to take a long, slow, flat lick at you.

His tongue snakes through your folds, keening over your clit before exploring your opening, his eyes glittering up at you like two icy blue shards, tasting you on the inside with a carnivorous grunt before returning licks back to your bundle. He pushes, circles, the sound of his mouth working your apex of womanhood filthily indulgent, eliciting the sweetest of moans from you as you shudder.  

He drags wet heat over your bud again and again, glimmers streaking up your spine as you cry in ecstasy, Ivar smiling against you. “How wet this beautiful little cunt always gets for me. A man could never thirst with you to drink from.” Closing his mouth over you, he sucks, groaning deeply, his hands slowly sliding up to grasp your breasts as your hips start to rock a little. “Yes, sweet one. Ride my mouth.”  

His encouragement has you moving with more determination against each fervent lick, your body ablaze from his talents, the embers he stokes within you beginning to roar to flames, his tongue cutting through your slick like a blade of pure pleasure.

“Oh, Ivar!” Your wail is the precursor to the symphony of your cresting, the coil in your groin tightening until you feel light and tingly all over, your bolt of lightning streaking through his sky, the driving of his tongue tipping you into fiery bliss. You’re soft and breathless in the comedown, panting as Ivar pushes himself up from beneath you.

“Now, do I let my lady ride me? Hmm, decisions, decisions,” he muses, while you reach back and throw the blankets and fur pelts off his legs, delighted to see his cock standing rigid, but then again it’s no surprise. Eating you always does rouse him to stiffness.  

“I think I’ll decide for you.” Taking his thick cock, you guide him to your centre and sink down, watching him close his eyes, his abs tightening as he inhales sharpy. “Try disagreeing now.”  

“Oh, you little vixen. You know that I cannot. For now, at least.” The suggestion of your time atop him being limited drives you into making the most of the experience while you can, adoring the sight of him much like you did while he slept, the wide, chiselled chest you graze your nails across while rocking on his hardness, his bulky erection filling and emptying you, glossed in your arousal, your walls hugging and soaking him.  

His groans are all guttural, beastly, just as he is in nature, grasping your waist and steering you upon him quicker, his own rising beneath you. While he might be dead from the legs down, he can buck his hips like an unruly colt being broken; except he has no desire to throw you off him, only arrow into your unctuous core deeper.  

The pleasure is biting, like the snap of a cold breeze, except what Ivar gives to you is nothing short of sizzling, knocking you sideways as your nails dig into his pecs, folding to kiss him hungrily, your Viking taking that moment to turn you onto your back, pushing his weight onto his forearms so not to flatten you, his head dropping to suck your nipples in turn.  

Beneath him, you are pinned, his large body blanketing yours, fucking you wildly, your thighs squeezing around his hips as his teeth lay bites across your neck, his hardness pressuring right into the very plush of you, invoking tingles to begin skittering throughout your core, your pleasure beginning to bloom.  

He’s all furious exertion, no build up, the need within him to give you himself with uncontained vigour leading to his staccato thrusts quickening. Your wailing response is sweet music to his ears, the lightning flickering again, pleasure snapping through you as he daggers into you relentlessly.  

That continual burying of his cock inside of you, the utter frenzy of your bodies grinding together has you both beaded with sweat, the moment slick and heated as he pants against your neck. He has you on the precipice of rapture, his moans escalating, his own release charging up to grip him tightly and then release, him fucking the waves out as he fills you with his hot spend, your own sparks fizzing through your entire body, leaving you drowned by it.  

“Now will you let me sleep?”

You snort, stroking his face, chuckling beneath where he has you pinned. “I suppose so.”

“I expect to be woken once more before the sun comes up.”  

He isn’t wrong either.  

[therealvikingstrash]

Aaah! I'm so excited to share my creations for The Juniper Tree with you guys! It certainly inspired me to play around a little. Go read this awesome contribution to the @vikingsbigbang by @underragingwaves and dive into this beautiful story she wrote! You can find my art for her story below. (click on the images for better quality)

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[vikingsbigbang]

Author: @underragingwaves | Artist: @vikingstrash, @vikingcest Title: The Juniper Tree | Category: M/M | Rating: Mature | Word count: 35k Warnings: implied/referenced Drug Use, Brother/Brother incest Summary: Ubbe Ragnarsson has gone to the temple of Uppsala to learn the will of the gods. Left adrift upon his return from England and bereft of purpose now that Björn seats Kattegat's throne, he is determined to regain control over his own life. Ubbe is granted a seiðkona’s guidance on his journey and accesses his mother's gift of foresight and vision for the first time.

As he spends more time alone in the woods around Uppsala, he slowly learns to make his peace and find his own strengths again. Then, in the depth of winter, the seiðkona comes to ask for Ubbe's aid with a visitor... but what sort of grace can Uppsala possibly grant his most beloved brother Hvitserk, who's still haunted by ghosts of their past?

You can read the story here on AO3!

Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang Winter '22 event on @vikingsbigbang

[serasvictoria]

I had the privilege to be able to create things for @underragingwaves’ utterly brilliant @vikingsbigbang2022 entry, The Ascendancy Seat, which you can read right here.

Screencaps in first and third moodboard provided by @underragingwaves. All other images from Pinterest.

The other artist was @quantumlocked310 who made gorgeous moodboards and banners as well. So check her page as well to see those.

[daybreak96]

Uncle/Step-dad Ubbe owns a piece of my heart!

Gifs by @underragingwaves and @ofmanderley

[therealvikingstrash]

The feeling is mutual 😭💕💕

Just. Oodles of gratitude to you, Merc, and to @pomprincesse and @junojelli for being the bestest writing-and-weaving circle a girl could ever dream of having. I don't know what I would do without you. (Nananana my life would suck without you nananana hahaha!) You guys are the first people I run to when I have anything in my own life that I want to share, the people whose responses will never fail to put a big smile on my face, the people who're always nothing more than a fic or headcanon session away from bringing me to all sorts of good tears, the big guns when it comes to inspiration, and thank you thank you thank you for keeping me sane this year most of all. Big love, always! 💕

And I am also superthankful for @vikingstrash, @bouncehousedemons, and @ritual-unions. You three are the real ones, the cool cats, the people who've gone through hell and back with me and are still some of the raddest and most creative people I've ever met. Life's better with you in it. 😊🌟Love y'all to the fucking moon and beyond.

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