#whatyoudeserve

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[poweredbyprincess]

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[imaginesmai]

Ubbe-What you deserve (1)

I don’t know why I can’t stop writting about Ubbe, I just love him so much. There will be a part two, I hope you like it!

Plot: Ubbe knows that you’re pregnant with his son or daughter and that he needs to leave Kattegat if he wants to protect you. What he doesn’t know is if you’re going to make it.

You had this little habit that Ubbe hated. It was nothing important, really. Some people moved their legs up and down, or bit their nails until their hands hurt. When you were nervous, you moved like the floor above you was lava. You liked to take walks around Kattegat, and in the beginning of your relationship Ubbe had loved that, since it was an opportunity to talk to you and spend time together. However, you were then four months pregnant with Ubbe’s child, and you were also on the run from his little brother, who wanted them dead for helping Lagertha against him. So, it was kind of reasonable that Ubbe wanted you to be as close to him as you could.

That morning your little kid decided to be more active than ever, and he or she started kicking before the sun raised. Ubbe was sleeping peacefully at your side, on his stomach and with one arm around your belly. Since his father’s death and his brothers’ betrayal, your prince had been having problems sleeping; and you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up. When he was in bed with you, the world seemed better if it was just for a few hours. Raising slowly from the bed, you left Ubbe there while you walked outside the little cabin, finding Lagertha looking at nothing.

-          Lagertha. -you called her softly. -What are you doing up so early?

-          I wanted to enjoy our last day in Kattegat. -she replied. -I don’t know if I’m ready to leave.

You have known Lagertha since you were a child, as your mother was a good friend of hers. She owned a little flower shop in Kattegat, and even if she stayed when Lagertha left, she was one of her long-life friends. Your mother died a few years ago of a fever, and the brave shield woman felt the need to treat you as her own daughter.

-          We will come back. -you said, putting your hand in her shoulder. -This is our home, we are going to take it back.

-          What are you doing here anyway? -Lagertha put her hand in your belly. -Are you giving troubles to your mommy little one?

-          Totally. -you smiled. -It’s like he or she doesn’t want to leave either. Won’t stop kicking.

-          As strong as its father I see. -a deep voice said behind you.

Ubbe appeared at your right, with sleepy eyes and messy hair. It was obvious that he was still tired, but the big bags under his eyes were not going anywhere soon. You wrapped your arms around his middle, and breathed his scent deeply. Lagertha and your lover’s voices were on the background as you felt yourself falling asleep again, with his arm around you stroking your stomach softly. When you opened your eyes again, Lagertha was gone and Ubbe was looking down at you with a small smile.

-          Do you wish to come back to bed, my love?

-          The baby will start kicking again, is like he or she knows when I want to rest. -you scoffed. -I want to take a walk.

-          Y/N is too d-

-          Too dangerous, Ivar could be watching us, what if he finds me? Or a berserker finds me? I could trip and hurt the baby. -you rolled your eyes, knowing all the things he was going to say to you.

-          And you could get lost. -Ubbe added, kissing your forehead. -I just want you to be safe.

-          I feel trapped here, my love. -you pouted. -I want to move, I can’t wait here.

At your words, his heart clenched a little bit more. He knew that he was being unfair with you; but better unfair that sorry. He also knew that you deserved more, a cozy home with a good bed, a nice bath and a big fire. You deserved to live a life without fear, and he couldn’t give you that lately. If you were to leave him, he understood; he had put you and your unborn child in danger too many times, and he wasn’t treating you like the queen you were. It was a matter of time before you learned that.

-          Hey. -you put your hand on his cheek, seeing his troubled expression. -None of this is your fault Ubbe, you’re doing your best. We all know.

-          You should be in the great hall, in an expensive dress and resting in bed, not traveling four months pregnant. -he sighed. -I’m sorry, Y/N.

-          I’m not. I choose to be with you, and I would choose you again and again, because I love you so much. -you smiled.

Getting on your tip toes, you kissed his lips softly. With your baby bump in the way it was difficult to get close, but he managed to deepen the kiss by putting his hand behind your neck. Ubbe was taller and broader, and if it wasn’t by your travel companions, you would have taken him right there and then; because feeling him tower over you always made you weak in your knees. His tongue caressed your lower lip until you opened your mouth and gave him free room to do as he pleased. After a few minutes making out, you had to part for air, and his swollen lips made you smile.

-          I can’t wait to have a little room for ourselves. -he said sadly. -I’m sorry I-

-          Ubbe! -you slapped his arm. -You’re keeping all of us alive, and you make me happy everyday just by looking at me. Stop saying sorry for things that aren’t your fault.

-          Okay. -he laughed. -I love you, Y/N. And you too, little one.

He got on his knees and started talking to your belly, making you laugh at his high-pitched voice and about the things he said. It was peaceful for a while, your hands at his hair and his at your baby bump. However, your little moment was broken by Bjorn’s hard eyes; the boat to England was ready.

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Everyone knew that the journey to England was going to be hard, and that a pregnant woman should not do it. You had to eat more than the rest, sleep more and you had morning sickness most of the days. It didn’t help either that you were each day bigger and bigger, to the point that it seemed unnatural. Ubbe tried to make everything he could to help you, but that wasn’t enough; and on the fourth day of journey, you were sick.

It started as nothing important, just a regular throw up and a little cough here and there; by afternoon, however, you were hit with high fever and deep shivers. Weather wasn’t helping to you to overcome the illness, as it was always raining and cold. Two or three capes were always covering your body and, at nights, Ubbe’s body was wrapped tightly around you. He was worried, and his brother could see that, even if he was focusing on something else, every time to time he sneaked a glance towards you.

-          You have to stop worrying. -Lagertha said one day. -If she sees you scared, she will get more nervous.

-          She’s not getting any better. -he sighed, looking at your laying form between furs.

-          We will arrive soon. -she put a calming hand in his shoulder. -Everything will be alright there.

-          I guess so.

He walked towards you, ignoring Lagertha’s words when he saw that your eyes flickered open. You had been sleeping all day, and Ubbe wanted to check on you before you reached England.

-          Love. -he smiled, sitting in front of you and putting a hand on your huge belly. -How are you feeling?

-          Cold. -you whispered. -I hate you so much right now, Ubbe.

-          Baby keeps kicking? -he said, leaning towards your belly. -Hey kid, you better stop giving troubles to mommy. You’re supposed to take care of her, not to hurt her.

-          It gets calmer with your voice. -you smiled. -Sure going to be a daddy’s boy or girl.

-          I lowkey hope that it’s a little girl. -he whispered. -I would love you anyway, buddy. But if you are a girl, you would be the most spoiled princess in the world.

-          If she’s a girl, she will need a husband.

-          What for? She will have me all her life. -Ubbe laughed. -Don’t listen to mommy buddy, no boys if you want them alive.

-          I’m scared, Ubbe. -you said suddenly, and he looked at you. -What if something it’s not right with me? How I’m going to give birth?

-          Everything will be alright, Y/N. I promise.

Being careful with your stomach, he placed himself beside you and cradled your body. Ubbe didn’t say anything to you, but you were even hotter than before and he was scared that, if you closed your eyes, you would never open them again. After holding you for a while, he heard Bjorn shouting something to him, and it wasn’t necessary to stand up to see the huge beach of Wessex welcoming them.

The boat made some rough movements before landing on the sand, and one by one the Vikings left it. Bjorn, Torvi and Lagertha, along with others men, took all the things, while Ubbe helped you heavy body out oft the boat. He didn’t help you really, he was carrying you; because between your huge stomach and your high fever, you felt that moving a muscle would make you faint. It felt good to feel the sand between your feet, and before you could stop yourself, you took your boots out and felt the sea hitting your toes.

-          What are you doing? -Bjorn said behind you. -Stay close to us, Y/N. We don’t know if we are welcomed here yet and-

-          The baby likes the sea. -you smiled, looking at him. -It doesn’t kick that much now.

-          Maybe you’re having a little mermaid. -Bjorn smiled.

-          We don’t know if it’s a girl, Ubbe just wants it to be. -you laughed. -Maybe it’s a little boy, as beautiful as his father.

-          Another Ragnarson? I don’t think anyone is prepared for that.

You kept talking to Bjorn until the sound of horses made you turn your head. In a matter of second, Ubbe was helping you to put your boots back and held a protective arm around your waist. The strangers spoke in a foreign language to Bjorn, and after thinking about something, they made you step up and tied your wrists together. Two of them had to hold down your prince when a soldier tried to tie your hands, but after a little arguing between the group, they decided it was not right to tie up a pregnant woman. However, none of them helped you up in the cage where you were being transported or treated you with care. One of them even got a broken nose because he pushed you inside the cage and you nearly fell on your stomach; while Lagertha helped you to sit up, Ubbe had to be taken away from the bleeding soldier. It was obvious that he was the father of the child and your man, so they didn’t punish him for that; they took his bindings away so he could hug you properly.  

The ride was bumpy and lasted a few hours, and not even Ubbe’s strong arms wrapped around you and his reassuring words against your hair helped to you to feel better. Nauseas were back and the baby was kicking again like if he or she was in a battlefield. To make it even worse, you were sure that your high fever was back. It was a hell of a ride, and you blacked out before arriving to the castle.

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Another rock got caught in the way of the cage, and the Vikings inside it let out a painful moan, as the hard bars pressed against theirs back. Ubbe stopped hearing to your quiet whines a while ago, and when he looked at you, he nearly broke the cage himself. Your eyes were closed, and even if you were breathing, it came out as sharp and uneven breaths. He tightened his arms around your body, hiding his head in your neck so he could hide his teary eyes from his brother. It was not that he ashamed of crying; he was ashamed because he felt that he had failed you, his father and so many people that he had lost count. His hand found your belly again, and he started caressing it. Soon, the path was free of stones and Ubbe looked up to see a big castle with wide doors. As people passed by, they stared at them with hate and disgust; he only gripped you tighter.

-          Who are this? -a young man said, sitting in a high chair with expensive capes and a crown.

-          The pagans, king Alfred. We’ve found them in the beach, they say they want to talk to you, your highness. -one of the soldiers spoke.

-          I’m Bjorn Ironside. -his loud voice interrupted the guard. -Son of Ragnar Lothbrok, and I’m looking for king Aethelwulf.

There was an awkward silence until Judith placed her hand on Alfred’s shoulder and he nodded, letting his men know that they could let Bjorn out.

-          My father is dead. -Alfred said. -I’m the king now, so I hope I can help you as well as he could have.

-          We’re looking for a place to stay. -Bjorn started explaining to him the whole situation with Ivar, and waited for his answer.

-          Why should we help you, pagan? -Aethelred, the other brother, asked. -Your people have killed my grandfather and have destroyed my home. We should kill all of you.

-          If you have us, king Alfred. -Ubbe talked from inside the cage, and just then the king noticed your body. -We can fight against your enemies. And when we take back Kattegat, you’ll have an ally.

-          You can stay. -with Alfred’s words, whispers of discomfort started. -But you’ll be treated as prisoners until you prove yourself worthy of my trust.

Aethelred started shouting at his brother, asking for the Vikings’ death as other people screamed at their king. Only Judith stood calm and smiling, and when she got up and walked towards the cage everyone shut up. Her steps were slow but firm, and soon she arrived to the left corner of the cage, where Ubbe was ready to rip her throat if she looked at you one more time.

-          Who is she? -when she didn’t get an answer, she talked again. -I just want to help. Who are you?

-          Ubbe Ragnarson. -he said with pride in his chest. -And this is my pregnant wife.

-          What happens to her? -Judith asked.

-          She’s sick, my queen. -Lagertha said. – It has been a long travel and she is with child. Y/N needs help, please.

-          Take her to my room.

A soldier opened the cage and let all the Vikings out, but Judith didn’t ask for someone to take you away from Ubbe. She just nodded and let the prince carry you to her room himself.

[whatyoudeserveforever]

What You Deserve #9

March 09 2020

I’ve never been bored in my life.

Always had something to do, something to watch, something to learn… But since I met you, things are different. You had the ability to turn simple conversations into a palace of wonders and drag me into a never-ending marathon enlightened by a succession of wonderful discoveries and marvelous realizations. A deep dive into myself, guided by your curiosity. A critical look at society, handed over by my eagerness to please you.

Never before I had so many meaningful and powerful conversations in a row. Never before, I craved so much for something that trivial.

I know quite well that we didn’t invented anything. We didn’t revolutionize social studies or anthropology with our late chit-chat, we barely scratched the surface to be honest. But the way we did it: the pace of our exchanges, the rhythm of our sentences, the connection of our thoughts, that’s what made them unique and incredibly addictive. Our laughs and battles, our critics and approvals, everything was contributing to the birth of a new song that would resonate within us.

And after tasting such harmony, after experiencing meaningful quality-time, how to get back to normal activities? How to not find everything else boring and pointless? That’s what I’m feeling now every day. What I was finding interesting, entertaining or fun is now merely distracting. Like the time that passes differently depending on one’s mindset, activities feel differently when you open your eyes on what is really important and truly powerful.

The more I try to move away from the memories of you, the more the inanity of the things I do strike me hard. The further you go, the stronger you get into my heart.

Remember, you hold the power to extract my inner light. You are the reason I can shine.

Without you I’m just a mere candle lost in a dark labyrinth of hope.

[fernicc]

you well worth the wait 

[maxyeo]

"For Every Minute You Are Angry You Lose Sixty Seconds of Happiness." - Ralph Waldo Emerson Happiness is a Choice and You can't be Both Angry & Happy at the Same Time... Does Being Angry Help With Your Situation? Extra Motivation? Tired of Toxic People? Don't be Angry. Cut them Out of Your Life, if You Have to. P.S. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. #EveryMinute #SixtySeconds #60Seconds #Angry #Happiness #HappinessIsAChoice #ToxicPeople #ToxicFamily #ToxicFriends #ToxicRelationships #ToxicRelationship #YouAreBetterThanThat #YouAreBetterThanYouThink #WhatYouDeserve #YouDeserveBetter #ChooseToRise #Help #Anger #AngerManagement #Motivation #EmotionallyCharged #Emo #Emotional #EmotionalDamage #EmotionalIntelligence #Emotions #Emotion #EmotionalOutburst #Outburst #Burning https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb2sWgKpPKn/?utm_medium=tumblr

[marshanda]

THE VALUE OF “WHO YOU ARE” . The value of “who you are” is determined not by your achievements or the physical stuff you’re able to possess. . The value of “who you are” is determined by how much you are willing to be open to new learnings and improvements. . The value of “who you are” is determined by the faith you have for your self. . The value of “who you are” is determined by those eyes who look at you with love. With acceptance. With deep caring. How many eyes are looking you that way in your life? Be honest. Dont deny love even the ones that comes from people who are limited in their capability of making you happy but loving you from their deepest hearts. Count those eyes too. . The value of “who you are” is incomparable to no other person. No matter what someone out there or the society happens to label or ‘rank’ them. . The value of “who you are”, is unrankable. It is unshakable. . You are born to be loved. . And more than anyone, you should be the one who gives MOST OF IT to yourself. GIVE yourself LOVE like you’d give it to that person you dont want to lose. GIVE yourself that UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE you’re willing to give to that person you’ve been fighting for to keep in your life. . GIVE YOURSELF THE BEST BESTFRIEND YOU COULD EVER HAVE. THE STRONGEST MOST LOYAL LOVER YOU WILL EVER HAVE. . BE that person for yourself. More than anybody else, you deserve it. You deserve yourself. The most priceless valuable being, the most unconditional loyal lover, the best motivator, the source of all answers. You have it all within. And you know it. You’ve just been working so hard to make yourself forget, about all this. . Now, you remember. . Live it. . . To: You. Yes, you. . #marshedquote #marshedpoem #marshedletter #MarshedinLOVE #selflove #whatyoudeserve #highesttruth

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[ahatimsworld]

Sometimes it is far more beneficial to move on from your current situation than to hold on to it. Sometimes you just have to turn the page to realize there more to your book of life than the page you are stuck to. Don't spend your days trying to correct your past, instead create a better future for you. #follow @quotationtreasure for more amazing motivation and positive quotes daily #beneficial #currentsituation #hurtyourself #holdontoit #turnthepage #beingafraid #yourlife #betterforyou #betterfuture #yourfuture #whatmatters #whatyoudeserve #quotationtreasure #qtfamily #qtcommunity #qtpost #qtstories #analectofquotes (at H S Designs) https://www.instagram.com/p/COzSCPDHAX2/?igshid=adfs1bd94oyl

[poweredbyprincess]

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[whatyoudeserveforever]

What You Deserve #1

March 1st 2020

Ten days. Ten days, that’s all we had. But that’s more than I needed to fall in love with you. And now that you left me behind, now that I promised to let you follow your chosen path without meddling with your dreams, all I have left is the memory of our story and hopes for the future.

I promised I wouldn’t interfere. I said I would not contact you until I’m happy with myself, fulfilled, and ready to seek you out and make you mine for the rest of our lives. But I didn’t promise I wouldn’t wait for that moment to happen. And I certainly didn’t promise I would seize to love you. I know you didn’t want me to wait, you didn’t want to be the selfish person that puts her carrier first for a few years, who puts her heart on hold, and ask the other to be patient… But, it’s not your choice to make. You don’t have to ask me to wait. If my heart belongs to you, it won’t falter and wait for you until you’re ready to finally give yourself to me.

But love is weak against time. Like I said the other day in our last conversation, love is a fire that needs to be fueled continuously. Love requires commitment to survive. But not the commitment that shackles someone to his own words, but the kind of commitment that one’s soul unconsciously engraves in himself.

Naturally, unconditionally.

A consistent selfless act of love, that is what you deserve.

That is why, I decided on this day and until the day we meet again, to write to you every single night. Write my heart down so the fire of my love for you would never fade. Write my life down so you can guide me on the right path…

A day will come you’ll read this with tears in your eyes and the breath-taking smile I fell in love with on your face, and that day you’ll know that my love for you was not an illusion or a blurry remembrance of a long gone past, but true love.

A true love that still awaits for you right now.

[fernicc]

yo sigo aqui esperandote 

[classy-gentlemen-way]

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