#Hvitserk fluff

[ubbesbabymama]

Finally.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk Ragnarsson.

↳ Summary. Hvitserk is kind of in love with his brother’s slave.

↳ Word count. 3.3K.

↳ Warnings. Violence (a random man tries to force stuff but failed, it is not detailed), death (none of the main characters), smut.

↳ Note. Let’s flip things around as they’re in the show with Ivar being obsessed with a slave that is close with his brothers. Also, this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s bad (i know it is).

He thinks he’s doing amazing at hiding his feelings, for he doesn’t want to give too much information on it so nobody takes it from him, but if there’s one thing everyone in Kattegat knows is how in love Prince Hvitserk is with you, Ivar’s personal slave.

From what he knows, you haven’t even had sex with his little brother and Ivar actually treats you well, which is already confusing for Hvitserk, and everybody. The first thing that caught his attention from you was the way you treat his brother and the way Ivar never seems to get angry at you, it’s almost as if you were Floki, the person that Ivar adores.

“You need a warm bath,” You murmur to Ivar when all the brothers are sitting in the great hall. You were doing your respective chores but always keeping an eye on your prince, and Hvitserk would always silently wish that he was the center of your attention instead.

“I don’t,” Ivar snarls rolling his eyes and all the slaves around gasp when you softly smack his shoulder.

“Yes you do, I haven’t finished cleaning all the tables and you have made more faces than ever,” You tell him, your tone not disrespectful but not trembling like every other slave that talks to Ivar. “It’s getting cold, your legs are hurting. I can see it.”

“It always surprises me how you never seem to get angry at her,” Ubbe says, smiling at you. “Knowing that you’re always angry.”

“Because she never treated me differently ever since she was brought here,” Ivar says, taking his crutches from you. “She takes care of me and my legs without making me feel like a fucking hindrance.”

As soon as you put one of Ivar’s arms around you Hvitserk jumps from his seat.

“I’ll help you,” He says to Ivar and the man in question just chuckle.

For months Hvitserk has settled with being close to you like that. He would offer to help Ivar to do his things knowing that you would be following not so far behind.

“Also, she is my pride,” Ivar tells Ubbe when you are almost at the door and Hvitserk looks at his feet. “Knowing that all my brothers want what's mine.”

Hvitserk doesn’t say anything and just keeps helping his brother.

It’s not Ivar that stops Hvitserk from seducing you, it’s you. You don’t talk to the others like you do with your prince, you don’t serve them unless there are not slaves around and you have to, you don’t even look interested in them and as much as he wants you, Ubbe has taught him that first, you need to want him in order to make you his.

“Give me a moment, my prince, I need to heat the water,” You murmur to Ivar who takes his arm from around you.

When you’re out of their sight Ivar looks at his brother with a teasing smile.

“When are you going to stop following my slave around, mhm?” He asks with a teasing tone and Hvitserk sighs. “Are you not tired of pretending that you want to help me just to be close to her?”

“When did you find out?” Hvitserk whispers and Ivar laughs.

“The day mother made her my personal slave,” He answers and his brother sucks a breath. “Everybody knows, just so you know.”

“W-what?” Hvitserk tries to distract himself by moving the tub for his brother while Ivar is sitting on a chair.

“What? You thought nobody knew? She is my slave, of course, I’m going to be aware of how other men look at her, especially if their eyes are full of lust.” He shrugs.

“Have you…?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with her,” Ivar answers the question that has been eating his brother alive and decides to help him a little more. “I decided I would never force myself on her, for she’s the only one that treats me like a human being, but if you want my advice, you will never have her if you don’t talk to her.”

“I thought she was yours.” Hvitserk says and Ivar nods.

“Oh, she is, but what kind of prince would I be if I don’t let my slave enjoy herself?” He hums and points a finger at his brother. “As long as you don’t stop her from coming to me.”

“I would never,” Hvitserk says with a big smile and a hand on his heart, happy that he has his brother’s kind of approval.

Ivar suddenly looks behind his brother and smiles and that’s all he needs to know that you’re back, so he turns around and helps you with the water, getting not more than a quick bow from you, he looks at Ivar who just smiles and shrug as if he wants to say ‘I already told you.’

“Why aren’t you married?” Ivar suddenly asks you and Hvitserks mentally thanks his brother for helping him.

“Are you joking?” You ask him while taking his clothes off and he dramatically gasps.

“Why would I be joking, Y/N?” Ivar says with a teasing smirk and you chuckle.

Y/N. Hvitserk adores that name and the way it rolls out of his tongue, he wishes nothing more than to moan it right onto your mouth while you ride him.

“Tell me my prince, who wants to marry a slave? And not any slave, but the slave of the scariest prince, uhm? If I had a chance it vanished the moment you said that my love interest has to ask for your permission” You say but the smile in your face shows that you’re not bitter about it. To you, it’s actually a blessing not having to worry about bad people around you since they’re scared of your prince. It’s not like marriage has been on your mind since you got sold around so much before finding this kind of stability in Kattegat.

Ivar was smiling proudly.

“Of course, I can’t hand you to a nobody, you are in charge of me,” He says and you nod, he hums. “But then, what about an earl? Or another prince? Someone who’s my equal would not be so scared to approach you.”

“Oh, that’s true, now tell me, what earl, prince, or king would even look my way? I’m a slave,” You laugh.

“Me,” Hvitserk says and Ivar’s smirk turns into a full smile. “I certainly have looked your way too many times.”

You stay there, with your hands in the water that were massaging Ivar’s legs freeze on the spot, looking at Hvitserk speechless. You look at Ivar for confirmation and he smiles.

“That’s correct.”

You stay silent again, and after some torturing minutes, you look between the brothers.

“You need me to satisfy—?”

“No,” Ivar interrupts you with a harsh tone, but you don’t seem scared. “You will not be a toy for my brothers.”

“I don’t understand then,” You say and look at Hvitserk, who smiles at you.

“I want you to be my woman, that is,” He says and you gasp, making Ivar chuckle. “I have talked to Ivar so I wouldn’t get killed for even wishing that.”

“And you said yes?!” You ask Ivar, he nods and you scream from happiness and jump on him to hug him, not caring that your dress was getting wet or that you just interrupted the prince’s bath.

In all the months that you were in Kattegat not once had Hvitserk seen you laughing like that, or even being affectionate towards someone, and on top of that he has never seen Ivar so comfortable around a woman that wasn’t their mother, and more so with him currently being naked and his legs being on display.

“But, why?” You ask, and they both look at you, understanding that you were asking both of them.

“If you marry an earl from another land then they would take you away from me, it’s in my best interests that you marry one of my brothers so you remain here, in Kattegat,” Ivar explains and you laugh sitting back and caressing his head. You look at Hvitserk who just gives you a smirk.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explains and you giggle. “I like you, I want to make you my wife.”

“I don’t know you, my prince.” You say, your smile not flattering and he shrugs.

“Now you will.” He smiles, standing up and leaving you and your prince alone.

“You like him?” Ivar asks you when you two are alone, and you hum.

“He caught my attention a long time ago, I just didn’t entertain the thought,” You murmur and he looks at you with a small smile.

“Entertain it now.”

The next time you see Hvitserk is at the feast that queen Aslaug throws in honor of the great number of merchants and travelers that have come to Kattegat. This time, instead of just letting you ignore him, he stops you when you walk near him.

“Hello, Y/N.” He says. “Are you going to still ignore me?”

You smile at him apologetically and point at the room.

“I’m sorry, my prince, since there are so many people I have to help the others, not just prince Ivar, so I am busier than on others' feasts.” You explain to him and he hums.

“So that’s the reason why Ivar looks angry today after months,” He says and you laugh. “And by the way, you look amazing.”

You smile and give him a little show by turning around and showing him your dress, allowing him to look you up and down slowly, his stare lingering a little bit in your cleavage.

“Ivar gave me this dress as a gift and wished for me to wear it tonight so I did.” You say and he hums, his hand coming to your small back and leaning to talk right in your ear so no one could hear you.

“Don’t let no man but me take it off, yeah?” He whispers and you hum, moving till your lips are on his ear.

“Then make sure to not let me lose, my prince.”

And just like that, you move, going back to work as if you didn’t just give him the biggest boner he’s ever had.

And he did as you say, watching you like a hawk the whole night, not caring when you look in his direction and make movements with your hands to tell him to stop, he would just shrug and grab his cock over his pants for you to see and you would giggle and keep on your tasks.

“You shouldn’t drink more ale, otherwise the medicine I make for your legs is not going to have the effect,” You whisper in Ivar’s ear.

“If you bring me my medicine I’ll drink it now, but you have to promise me not to wake me up tomorrow so early to drink it.” He says with feigned anger, you nod.

“Deal.” You clap and turn around, walking to the kitchen.

You don’t have time to make it into the kitchen when you’re yanked and trapped between a stranger and the wall.

“W-who?!” You try to move.

Unknown to you, another man has been watching you too and was misunderstanding all your flirting with the prince, thinking you were just offering yourself to anybody instead.

“Come on, slave, satisfy me right now,” The man was trying to scrunch up your dress but you constantly elbowing him was making it difficult.

“Let me go! Let me go right now!” You scream, doing everything you can to not let his hand get under your dress.

Tired of your fidgeting the man throws you to the ground and that’s the moment Hvitserk grabs the man by the hair and pulls him back.

“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?” He grunts.

Ivar comes crawling as fast as he can and you crawl to him till you are close enough to let him wrap you in his arms, you’re trembling and Ivar has murder on his mind. Hvitserk looks worse than Ivar.

“W-what? No! It’s a slave, I was messing with a slave—,” The man tries to explain himself but is interrupted.

“MY slave.” “–MY woman,” The brothers say in unison and the color drains from the man’s face.

“No, no, no, my lords, i-i didn’t know, please forgive—,”

Even Ivar is impressed when he sees the tip of Hvitserk sword’s coming out of the man’s stomach, meaning his brother has just stabbed the man with no more questions to ask.

“Next time you better choose right.” Hvitserk grunts, pushing the man and watching the pool of blood coming from under him. He cleans his sword with the dead man’s clothes and only then looks at you.

He curses when he sees you with tears in your eyes and gripping Ivar’s clothes as if you’re afraid that he’s going to disappear. Hvitserk gets close and takes you in his arms, nodding to Ivar to let him know that he has you, and walks out of the great hall.

“I can walk,” You whisper.

“I know.” He murmurs.

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take you wherever he wants. He takes you to your home which is not so far from the great hall since Ivar wants you as close as he can get you. That’s the reason why you have your own house too, so he could come whenever he wants and not be seen as a monster by the other slaves.

“We are here,” He puts you down but you don’t move around, instead putting your hands on his chest and looking at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Thank you for protecting me, for killing for me,” You whisper, he put his hands on top of yours noticing that your trembling it’s almost gone.

“I would do that and more for you, are you hurt?” You shake your head without looking away and he sighs, leaning a little. “I said, don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You ask and his hands slowly slide from your hands to your shoulders and then all the way down until they stop at the small of your back.

“Because I will have a hard time controlling myself,” He whispers, leaning a little more. “I told you to not let another man but me take that dress off, you thought I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“I was hoping for you to follow—,”

He crashes his lips with yours and you have to hold onto his arms to not fall from the force, but you kiss him back right away. He was devouring your mouth, working all that pent-up lust out of his body.

He bends a little to put his hand on the back of your knees and pull you up, forcing you to surround his waist with your legs, trapping him. He walks to the table there and place you on top, his lips going from your mouth to your neck.

He leans back and gives you a quick kiss before starting with your dress, undoing the front while you look at his face attentively.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper and he giggles but sucks a breath when he softly pulls down your dress, watching your upper half naked and ready for him.

“You’re the gorgeous one, my lady,” He whispers, and finishes taking the whole dress down your legs and then positions himself between them, looking down at your naked body with desire. “All this is mine?”

You shrug and he raises his eyebrows at your bratty attitude, loving it.

He returns to your neck and lick, bite, and mark every corner, letting a trail of kisses until he’s in front of your breast, he takes one in one hand and the other in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting softly your nipple, making you let out a loud moan, he does the same to the other and you have to nail down his forearms to control your noises.

“Don’t have to hold back,” He mumbles, his voice sounding muffled. “Scream as much as you want.”

You tug at his clothes.

“I don’t want you in these.” You whine, and he stands up and starts taking everything off like it was on fire, just to then take you in his arms again and throw you on your bed.

He freezes when you hold yourself on your elbows and open your legs to him, giving him a clear view of all your glory. He falls on his knees and locks yours with his arms before diving right into your center, giving you a long lick without a warning.

“O-Ohh” You whine, your hand flying to his hair and gripping it.

He devours you like you’re what he needs to be kept alive, he doesn’t budge when you try to move his head when it’s getting too much, instead pinching your nipples as a punishment when you try to take your cunt away from him.

“I-I can’t,” You cry out, your legs shaking. “Hvitserk, p-please.”

He just hums with satisfaction and keeps going and it is when you look down that you find him already looking at you with adoration that you explode, coming right onto his mouth and crying his name so loud that you’re certain you were heard at least three houses away from where you are.

When he stands on his knees you’re trying to catch your breath, with a hand on your chest and another on your mouth.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” He whispers and you do it, he smiles. “You okay?”

“Nobody has ever done it so… vigorously,” You sob.

“You taste amazing,” He whispers as an explanation while getting on top of you and between your leg, he shrugs smugly. “Perhaps you haven’t been with a man that wants you as much as I do.”

You moan at his words and he takes his cock in his hand, coating it in your juices and his saliva, sighing at the feeling. When his tip is at your entrance he stops, just touching your clit with his tip.

“Please, I want you inside,” You beg and he ignores your pleas, you nail down his arm. “Hvitserk, please.”

“I’m going to ask you again, sweet Y/N,” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly. “All this is mine?”

“Y-Yes, it’s all yours, I am y-yours…. Oh, fuck,” You moan loudly when he thrust softly, going so slow that tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Good gods, he feels amazing inside of you. “S-so full.”

“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” He moans in your ear making you tremble, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah?” You say in a rushed voice, and he looks at you. “Please do, lose your mind and fuck me good, Hvitserk.”

Oh, what have you done?

He pulls out and flips you around on all four just to thrust again, hard, you scream and in response, he smacks your ass, you bring your hand back to try to slow him down but he just bends it at the elbow and traps it between your small back and his hand, showing you no mercy.

“Still mine?” He asks with a smug smile, oh how he adores the sounds you were making and how out of it you look.

“Yours, yours, just yours” You were chanting, bringing your other hand back to slow him down and getting it trapped too. You cry and sob and he moans.

“Give it to me, come on, give me what I want,” He grunts, he smacks your ass. “Give it to me.”

And in tune with his order, you scream, your vision going blank and your body shaking so much that he has to pin you down. He thrust three more times before shooting his seed inside you with a loud moan.

Instead of just pushing you around, as you are used, he pulls out and leans to let a path of wet kisses from your small back to your shoulder, he gives you one last kiss on the side of your head.

“Finally mine,” He whispers.

You smile and close your eyes.

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[miss-madness67]

The Broken Christian

Hvitserk x Reader

Vikings

In court, there was a Christian man named Athelstan that always looked sad. In his face lingered the expression of someone that has seen a lot during his lifetime, and he was not that old. Mostly, he tended to keep to himself in social gatherings, but he seemed rather close to King Alfred. Even though back then I was fairly new to the King’s villa, I heard he had not been there long either. Perhaps it was the desire to meet someone like myself, someone who was also lost in the vastness of court and the emptiness of etiquette. Or maybe there was just something in his dark eyes that attracted me to him. I am not sure what it was, nor do I care, but it was that sentiment there that lured me to speak to him.

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AO3 / PA

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[waiting4inspiration]

A Secret World IV: With the Dawn

Summary: As a way to start off your training with Hvitserk, you take him out early in the morning to show him the sunrise and to tell him one important rule.

Warnings: strong language, fluff, mentions of raiding, mentions of murder, mentions of stealing, dragons, dragon rider au

Word Count: 2,029

A Secret World Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

You wake Hvitserk up early in the morning, before sunrise, with another cup of the sweet smelling, ale-like liquid. Then, you made him follow you through the quiet city where he had seen a few hatching Dragons still sleeping on top of barrels or on top of perches on the roofing of the houses you two passed. 

The sky is still dark so he is not able to see if are were any bigger Dragons flying around. But he doesn’t think they are. It’s all too quiet and there’s not even a sound of wings flapping above his head. There aren’t even roars in the distance. It’s just like an early morning in Kattegat. 

At that thought - as you continue to lead Hvitserk out of the city just as you did when you took him to see Gudrun - he thinks about what could be happening to his home. He wonders who is running it now, if any of his brothers had, by some miracle, survived and taken back what belongs to his family. He wonders if the city is still burning…

After a while, he notices that you’re once again leading him into the wilderness, away from the city built into the stone of a mountain. But it’s not in the direction of the Dragon’s Mountain, that which Gudrun lives on. In fact, when he looks over his shoulder, in the distance illuminated by the light of the slowly rising sun, he sees that exact mountain. You’re leading him in the opposite direction. 

He understands why you had woken him up so early. Because the journey takes a while and he realises that there’s an ache in his legs when you finally come to a stop in front of a towering pillar of rocks. 

“Can you climb?” you ask, looking at him after staring up at the pillar for a moment. You hand him a waterskin and he doesn’t have to ask what’s in it because it seems that all you’ve been giving him to drink is that water from the stream in the room that’s become his for his stay. 

Looking up at the pillar, he takes in a deep breath to calm his heart that skips a beat when he sees how high up it goes. “I can try,” he finally says, turning his gaze to look at you again.

You chuckle to yourself and reach for the coil of rope tied to your belt. “Wait here. I’ll drop this down for you when I get up there. We don’t need you falling to your death so soon,” you lightly say with a teasing smile on your face that quells the anxious feeling in his chest. 

Hvitserk watches you starting to climb the pillar as if it’s like walking. Your feet find ledges to stand on without even slipping slightly. They don’t even knock off small pebbles or dust. He tries to remember all of your steps, trying to remember where he needs to step when he eventually climbs up this strong pillar. But he can’t help but be mesmerised by your skill. 

He wonders how many times you’ve done this.

Thinking about why you might have brought him here, he wonders if this is his first lesson. He doesn’t have much time to learn everything. The month your mother had given him can go by in the blink of an eye.

What would happen if he fails? What would they do to him? What would your father, the king, do? 

Realising that your father is a king, that would make you a princess. And that thought makes him smile as he turns his gaze back up to you to see how far you’ve gotten. 

Of all the princesses and ladies of stature he has met, you are definitely different. You act more like a shieldmaiden. But then again, he doesn’t think you focus on training to fight. He’s not sure what you act like, but he knows that he enjoys this nature. 

It’s exciting to him. When he watches you, he thinks of doing these things beside you. Maybe even fighting to see who would beat the other to the top of this pillar. He thinks of sneaking out of the city in the early mornings as you did now, ready to explore more of this land. He would let you lead him anywhere, show you new sights and teach him things no one in his world would ever know. 

And if things go the way he thinks it will go, perhaps you will teach him how to ride a Dragon. Then he can soar through the skies with you…

The rope drops down in front of him, breaking him out of his thoughts and he steps back in surprise, peering up to see you’ve finally reached the top. “Come on. Before you miss what I want to show you.”

He smiles, running his tongue over his lips as he almost jumps to wrap the rope around his torso to start climbing. 

You made this look easy when you went, but for Hvitserk, he has to look down every time he moves his feet to make sure his footing is sure before finding another gripping place for his hands. He has some comfort to know that you’re constantly keeping an eye on him, making sure he doesn’t fall by giving him advice as to what stones to avoid and where to place his foot next. 

And when his hand finally reaches the flat top surface, you help pull him up until he sits firmly beside you, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “I know. It’s quite a challenge the first time,” you chuckle, relaxing beside him and placing your feet flat in front of you so your knees are bent and you can wrap your arms around them.

Hvitserk stares at you for a moment as you look out in front of you, happy to just be up here in one piece. Then, he turns his gaze out to see the sight you’ve made him climb up here to see. It’s enough to kickstart his heart again. 

The Dragon Mountain hides the sun, making it seem like it’s glowing with fire. There are no silhouettes of Dragons flying around it like they would during the day and the mountain casts a shadow over the fortress you and Hvitserk had come from. It’s only a matter of time before the sun peeks over the mountain top to start the new day. 

“I think everyone needs to see this sunrise at least once. I come here almost every morning for it,” you whisper, blinking at the sight as you breathe out a long, satisfied sigh. 

It’s quiet for a moment, not even a breath on the wind as you and Hvitserk stare out at the Dragon’s Mountain in the distance, watching as the light creeps around the sides of the summit. He doesn’t want to take his eyes off the mountain, fearing that he’ll miss what you’ve brought him here to see. But he wants to see the look on your face when the sun rises. He wants to see what your features look like in the light of a new day. 

It happened slowly, then quickly all of a sudden. When the sun finally peaked, a roar sounded in the heart of the mountain sending hundreds of black dragon silhouettes flying into the sky. It’s like a flock of birds have been scared and now scatter in different directions. Hvitserk takes note of how just like in the city, there are different sized Dragons on the mountain. Some are so small, he can barely even see them. Others are big, and he can make out their figure clearly. 

He can tell as he watches them fly around each other, the way they don’t seem to fly like the ones in the city, soaring without a care, that these Dragons are the wild ones you’ve mentioned to him before. He wonders if your people have ever had issues with these wild creatures attacking the city. They must be dangerous even tamed. But he’s never seen any sign of past destruction burned on the walls of the stone-built city. 

This sight is unlike any Hvitserk has ever seen. He had fallen in love with one sunrise in a distant land while on a raid with Bjorn. But this one has stolen his heart and he can understand why you would make this dreadful climb up here every morning for it. 

He would do the same.

“If there’s one thing you must know about going forward and learning our ways, Hvitserk-” His head snaps to you at the sound of his name on your lips. As if his heart wasn’t already pounding in his chest. “It’s that these Dragons are to be shown the utmost respect at all times, no matter their size,” you mention, turning your own gaze away from the light rising over the mountains to him. “Even the smallest Dragon can kill you if they want to. They’ve been here long before we were here and they will most likely be here when we have all died. And just like us, they have their own possessions that some outsiders have tried to steal. It is why my father doesn’t trust anyone that comes beyond the Great River,” you explain, chuckling to yourself as you drop your eyes to your hands. 

Hvitserk notices how when you run your hand over your thigh, you tremble slightly as if shuddering at a terrible memory. Then, you clear your throat and reach for the waterskin you had handed him a while ago to take a long sip from liquid inside. 

“Promise me that you will not try and take what is not yours from them,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on the waterskin for a moment before slowly lifting your gaze up to him. 

It’s as if your eyes peer deeply into his soul, seeing everything he has done before in his past and how much he has taken that had not belonged to him. Gold, jewels, cities, women, and lives. 

He turns his gaze back to the mountain and lets out a deep sigh. “I want things to be different for me. Maybe it will bring me some kind of happiness if I forget the kind of things I’ve been taught,” he whispers back to you, feeling like he doesn’t want to break the peacefulness the sunrise has brought over this land without a war raging on inside of it. 

You shift up closer to him, place a gentle hand on his forearm and hand him the waterskin, smiling that gentle smile when he looks back up at you. “Can you tell me?” you ask. 

Hvitserk’s heart skips a beat when his fingers brush against yours as he takes the waterskin from you again. 

“I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like beyond the River, but I’ve never reached the Far City, your home.”

He smiles, wondering if things would be like this if you had made it there and he had met you in the marketplace. Would he even have seen you? Would he have bothered to introduce himself to you? Would he even care the way he cares now?

“Kattegat,” he says, thinking it’s best to teach you the real name of his home instead of what you called it; the Far City. 

You do want to learn from him, just as he wants to learn from you. 

You repeat the name making goosebumps travel up Hvitserk’s arms as he smiles back at you. That smile doesn’t last long as he remembers the last he saw of it. His head drops between his shoulders. “You don’t want to know how things work in my world,” he starts, staring at the waterskin in his hands, remembering the last time he had a cup of ale with his brothers. “It’s nothing like how things work here.”

“Nothing out there works the way like how things work here,” you mention, crossing your legs under you, making the loose pebbles shift and grind under your feet. “It’s what makes everyone different.”

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[angelltheninth]

Viking Men Being Possessive

Pairing: Ivar, Ragnar, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Harekr x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, protectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness, neck kisses, markings, threats, fights, injuries

A/N: There isn't enough Viking content out here. Why is that? Do I need to feed you?

Because a lot of people tended to underestimate him due to his legs he's developed a very aggressive and protective attitude towards you. He never ever lets go of your hand when you're sitting together and taps his hand on the hilt of his knife whenever any man asks you to drink with them. He always keeps an eye out for anyone who might be dangerous to you and when he does see someone like that he leans over and whispers in your ear to not look, its about to get ugly if they approach you.

Ragnar always lets you wear his cloak regardless of the temperature. As his future wife you should get used to wearing his clothes don't you think? He is pretty strict with his men when it comes to them interacting with you, he trusts you and most of them but there are a few that he knows would just love to get their hands on you, the most beautiful woman there is.

Rollo takes a swing at everyone who is a threat to you with no hesitation. He will beat them up first and if they survive ask them who they think they are, approaching his woman. He's the only man who can touch you, the only man who can kiss you, the only man worthy of being with you and protecting you. Some of his fights have a tiny bit of a flare to them, for your amusement and his... later.

Before you became a couple Ubbe's gotten into quite a few fights over you and the men calling you names. You were the woman he's had his eyes on for the longest time, he will not tolerate any slander towards you. His face might be bruised and his lip split when he pulled you into a kiss but he wanted to send a message to the other warriors there. If anyone would like to come forward and challenge him now that he's made his feelings for you known they are welcome to, but he can't say he won't fight with all his might and leave them standing or capable of it.

Hvitserk loves to ride with you, with you being in front so he can wrap his arms around you and have easy access to your neck. A neck that he can mark, that he wants to mark every night. Likes to joke around with everyone else about how gifted you are in certain areas but if they even think that he's sharing you they've got another thing coming for them. He's the only one who can talk like this about you, and he's the only one you'd allow it for because you know its his way of bragging that he has the best and most beautiful lover.

Harekr has you in his lap almost all the time, sitting on his thigh or if he feels like he needs so display that you're his then he will have you sitting on the furs next to him and pressing your cheek against his thigh. He kisses the back of your hand either way, very softly too. Despite his harsh nature he does have moments of calm and love towards you, mostly in private, in public he sprinkles in a few neck kisses to make your pretty skin, and make you moan if he feels like people are looking at you too much.

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Hello !

How are you doing?

Could you make a one shot where your the ragnarsons little sister ( your 5 yrs old and ragnar and a witches daughter ) and they don't know you exist but you come with bjorn from a raid and you meet them andyou just capture everyones heart .

And you give hope to the people of kattegat because you are a powefull witch and they think you are a god

Maybe they find out your powers when you save someone from death with your powers?

Thank you!

Oh my god, I love that idea!! Sorry that it took me sooo long to write this, but here it is now!! ^^ I kinda changed it a bit, hopefully you don't mind too much!! :)

The lost daughter

Brother!Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sigurd being a dick, Angst?

Words: 2.414 (think this one's my longest story!!)

Emotions were all she ever knew. Bad ones, painful ones. She didn't understand why she felt them so intense, whenever something happened. People usually got hurt very badly if she got upset. A little girl that could kill people in the most torturous way possible, without even having to move a single finger or having the thought in mind.

The town she lived in always said that her "witch" of a mother was the reason behind this cursed child. They tried hurting her but she ran, she ran straight into a group of men. No not just men, women were there too. Women she couldn't help but stare at. None of the people in her town looked like them.

Her town was called Wessex, rumors were that in the earlier years, vikings have already been there, even had a deal with the great king Ecgberht. But that was years ago, way before the little girl was even born.

The man in front of the group smirked slightly before he leaned down to her height. "Now who might you be? You wouldn't know where a witch named Meredith lives, would you?" The man studied her features, each one identical to her mothers, except the ocean blue eyes. A feature left from her father.

Taking a step back she tripped over her own leg only to be caught by the man in front of her. He wore his hair in a braid and his beard was longer than she ever saw anyone wear. His eyes didn't hold any danger in them, maybe curiosity, but nothing she had to be scared of. Calming her nerves slightly she stood up straight again.

"witch?" She tilted her head confused, not understanding what that word really meant, only hearing it when someone insulted her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "My momma was no witch! She was a healer and helped lots of people!" Pushing away from him, she heard something snap behind the man.

A man holding his arm, which was twisted in a weird angle. The man was screaming in pain as his legs twisted as well, painfully bringing him to his death. It took the little girl some time to snap out of her emotions and look over to the man, only to gasp at the state of the man.

Covering her eyes quickly with her hands she turned away, a quiet sob escaping her. The other men gasped in fear, she had to be blessed by the gods they thought. "By the gods it is true!" The man with the braid laughed and pulled her into his chest. "You are coming home with us, little one. Bet you want to meet your family!" Peeking through her fingers she nervously chewed her lip. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but her momma once told her a story about a man she could always trust if he ever came to her. A man named Ragnar Lothbrok.

The man, who was carrying her, didn't look exactly how her mother explained, but his icy blue eyes reminded her of him. "Are you Ragnar Lothbrok?" Her voice came out in a whisper as she held onto him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he put her down on the boat. "I am his son, Björn Ironside. My father and I were often here in Wessex, he met a woman, a healer he used to tease by calling her a witch, they shared a bed and later on rumors spread, that she was with his child. You. I am your brother, we're going to Kattegat, our fathers home. Our home."

Confusion settled in the little girls chest, she didn't fully believe him, but somehow she thought she could trust him. The hope of having a family battling the fear of getting killed or worse.

They traveled for months on no end, the little witch started to enjoy the sea. She learned many things thanks to her brother. The gods became her favorite topic, next to her having four more brothers back at home. Giggling she ran over to Björn. "Brother! When will we arrive?" Excitement settled in her bones as she held onto his hand, looking up to him with wide eyes. Björn couldn't help but smile slightly at how excited she was. "We will arrive soon, look."

When she looked into the distant she saw land becoming bigger, they were close, just about to reach it. She was nervous, he had warned her about how different each brother is, but she was excited. Excited to see a family she longed for. Excited for a land that would also belong to her in some way.

As they arrived she was nervous, people looked at her weirdly, making her scared that she might hurt someone. Björn was walking in the front with her, three men waiting for them in a big hall. The girl had already heard a lot about them and could easily tell who each one of them was. But one wasn't here, she was disappointed.

The men looked at Björn confused. "Welcome home, brother. I see you did not return alone, who is that child?" Ubbe smiled slightly walking up to them. "She's our sister. Father laid with a woman from Wessex, she was a healer I got to know her a bit." The little girl started fidgeting with her hands, trying to release some of her stress. Ubbes eyes found hers, she could only see kindness in them.

A chuckle came from where the other two stood, the blonde man laughing at how ridicules this sounded. "Be serious, brother. You couldn't possibly believe something that stupid." Sigurd was being gruesome, looking at the child in disgust at how her clothes looked. She was no child of Ragnar for him. she didn't look like one either. Sneering he gave her one last glare as he walked away.

Biting her lip she looked to the ground, counting the seconds and minutes so she could calm down. A sigh came from the other three men. Hvitserk slowly made his way towards her kneeling down so he was her height. A smile forming on his face as he studied her eyes, the blue reminding him of his little brother. Even the white in her eyes was a little blue.

„Looks like Ironsides is telling the truth.“. A grin spread on Hvitserk face as he stood up straight. Soon there was a clicking sound to be heard. Ivar came into the great hall, wondering what all the noise is about, having only heard parts of it. „Gods would you just keep it down, Hvitserk.“

Fear settled in her stomach, she was terrified of meeting Ivar ever since Björn told her all the stories about him. When her eyes finally met his she couldn't help but flinch. His eyes matched hers the most. They were almost identical and a giddy smile formed on her face, before she could stop herself. With him it was the clearest that he was her brother. "I heard Sigurd whine about our brother having found some bastard child from father, that couldn't seriously be his..."

Ivar leaned down towards the little girl, tilting his head slightly, inspecting her, before grinning like a lunatic. "But as I see she looks more like a child of Ragnar than he does." Hvitserk laughed and Ubbe couldn't help but grin a little at Ivars statement. All of them were nervous for his reaction, since he was the hardest to please, but somehow her eyes made him realize it the quickest.

The little girl couldn't believe how easy they all accepted her and included her in everything. Everyone except Sigurd. He spread the rumors of her having some powers, but instead of making the people be disgusted of her they started admiring her, bringing her brothers gifts for her. Every person in Kattegat thought she was a god. How couldn't she be? A child of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, it was about time one of them had to become a god.

Even her brothers sometimes believed it, but they also soon learned that her power held a lot of danger. Ivar was the first to notice that her eyes, like his, told in what situation her powers would be. If they were blue in the whites, then it was dangerous for her to interact with a lot of people meaning, keeping her with Ubbe and Hvits would be the wisest decision. Of course they trusted Ivar with her, but most of the times Ivar himself was somewhat worried about upsetting her too much.

On her good days she would walk with her crippled brother through the market, helping him get things and later on hearing about all the adventures he went on. She wouldn't tell but she did like him the best, since he understood her the most. Ubbe was a close second. Björn left for another raid soon after he brought her to the others, which sandend her the most was that he didn't even say goodbye.

She loved her brothers very much, even Sigurd. Ivar was very protective of her when it came to him. He was never allowed too close to her or to be alone with her. It was rare that Ivar cared that much, but he knew how cruel Sigurd could be if he wanted to, and he didn't want her to go through the same things he himself went through.

During a feast late at night she sat with her brothers, giggling and laughing as Hvitserk told her the funniest stories and Torvi braiding her hair, she felt whole. Ivar was sitting in the throne looking over the people, seeing how they looked at his sister in fear, he liked that they feared her even if they thought she was a god, but he also knew how it upset her that they avoided her at all costs when she was close.

Sigurd hated everything about her actually being treated like all of his brothers, like an actual child of Ragnar even though Ragnar himself never even knew her. On this particular night he drank one too many cups of ale and his company wouldn't stop talking about how great her powers are and how she was the hope for the people in Kattegat. The hate he felt for Ivar was nothing compared to the hate he felt for her. It made him see red, he got up and walked straight up to her as she was wandering around the hall, looking at different things.

Ivar was watching her carefully, making sure nothing could happen. Sigurd grabbed her arm forcefully making her stop and turn towards him, a gasps escaped her. Looking up to him she gave him an excited smile. "Brother! Are you enjoying the feast? Ubbe said I may not try the ale yet because-" But he interrupted her by grabbing her face hard and squishing her cheeks together. "I am not your brother! Neither are they!" He pointed to were Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing together. "Just because Ragnar laid with some bitch in Wessex doesn't make you anything to us! Oh and Ivar? He's playing his own games, he only keeps you around so that you can help him archive the power he wants!" A smirk was on Sigurds face as he watched how tears streamed down her cheeks and how her lip quivered.

Sadly for him he did not notice the blue of her eyes and how she was further away from the others, to calm her powers. One might think that the ax hitting him in the back was her, but people tend to forget how hotheaded Ivar the boneless was, now that he seemed calm compared to his sister. Ivar couldn't help it and threw the ax, hearing his brothers harsh and hurtful words, making him not realize what he was doing as his hand found the weapon.

Ivar didn't mean to kill his brother, panic spread in his chest as he quickly limped over to the two of them. The little girls eyes were wide and still filled with unshed tears as she did her best to keep Sigurd upright. Of course she was upset with him, but he was still her beloved brother, even if he didn't see himself that way.

The hall quieted down quickly. Hvitserk and Ubbe were quick to join their siblings helping the girl to carefully lay down their brother. Both shot daggers with their eyes at Ivar, who was slightly trembling, scared to have actually killed him. Ubbe tried to pull her away from Sigurd, not wanting her to see so much blood at such a young age, not caring about viking tradition at this point. This was her brother dying, she shouldn't see him like that.

But she had other plans. As if it was instinct, she pulled away from Ubbes hold and pulled the ax out of Sigurds abdomen. Her hands covering in blood as she pressed them onto the open wound applying as much pressure as she can before closing her eyes, saying a quiet prayer to the gods. Repeating the prayer over and over again in barely a whisper her eyes shot open, the blue now seeming like it glowed, making the men around her flinch slightly.

They all saw the wound healing. It healed quickly, way quicker than anything else and her eyes soon stopped glowing as the wound was completely gone and Sigurs eyes snapped open. The little girls eyes closed slowly as she released him from her grip and dropped exhausted to the ground, making Hvitserk quickly catched her head, before it hit the floor, picking her fully up. All of them were silent for a moment as they listened to Sigurds heavy breathing.

None of them could believe how blessed they were, having a sister as strong as her. It didn't matter to them if she was a god or a simple witch blessed by them. All that mattered to them was that she was safe and taken care of. She was so young with such great power. A power she needed help with, a power that they all had to tame with her. But it was alright, if that's what it takes for her to feel loved and needed.

The Ragnarssons could not hide the fact that their sister was the reason they all connected fully again. She truly was a blessing from the all father.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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Unexpected: Part 4

Summary: Ragnar returns, angst ensues (yes, he has that effect).

Notes: How do we feel about the reader finding out she’s preggers while Ivar is gone? (no, he won’t die on the raid)

Tagged: @bragisrunes @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @draculasbride-blog

Masterlist | Part 3 | requests are OPEN!

Ivar had been undressing her in the stables when Hvitserk had burst in, looking up at the ceiling because this was his little brother and not Ubbe, to tell him the impossible: Ragnar Lothbrok had returned to Kattegat.

She blushed furiously as she pulled one of her new dresses over her shoulders and helped Ivar with his crutches, but Hvitserk smirked at him knowingly.

“Should I accompany you?” she asked. Ivar shook his head.

“Go tell my mother.”

She nodded, leaving for the Great Hall, while he and Hvitserk went in a different direction.

“So when are you marrying her?” Hvitserk asked.

“I won’t.” Ivar replied simply.  Despite their father waiting for them at the other end of the town, Hvitserk stopped dead in his tracks.

“Why?”

“Mother made me promise I wouldn’t.” Ivar admitted, walking on. “And anyway, why do you care, hm?”

Hvitserk shrugged. “I want her as my sister-in-law.”

“I am not Ubbe.” Ivar hissed.

“I like her. She is kind, and I want to eat the bread she makes for the rest of my life. You should commit to her, tell mother that you truly love her.” Hvitserk insisted.

“For bread?”

“There’s been worse reasons.” Hvitserk laughed. His smile died down when they saw the crowd that had gathered around their raging father. Ivar caught the disappointment in Hvitserk’s eyes. But not him. This was what he had expected.

The people of Kattegat let his brothers through easily, but Ivar had to push his way through. His eyes met Ragnar’s the first time when he shouted, “Who wants to be king?”

For a moment, Ivar felt a rush, wanted to reach forward and take the sword that was offered to him, before he froze. He wasn’t stupid. So he let Ragnar throw his tantrum and embarrass himself, while he stayed still and let his mannerisms wash over him.

In eight years, nothing had changed about his father.

Aslaug’s POV:

Ivar’s girl came running into the Great Hall suddenly. She looked out of breath, for more than one reason. It seemed that once her youngest son had discovered he was a man, Ivar was insatiable.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Ragnar Lothbrok has returned to Kattegat.” She managed. Aslaug froze.

She was queen. Had been for the last eight years – Ragnar couldn’t just take that from her now.

“Prepare for a feast. Then come help me dress.” She commanded. Then, Aslaug left the room to go to her own chamber. With steady hands, she removed her current jewelry, searching for something more imposing. She wanted Ragnar to know that it was her who had built Kattegat into a trading center in the last eight years.

Ragnar made it to the room before she could. Aslaug slipped on the jade bangle that Ivar had gifted her, coming from a kingdom whose name she couldn’t begin to say. He slipped into the room like a shadow, quiet.

“My wife,” Ragnar greeted her. “And mother of my sons. We both know that love was not what brought us together. But you’ve endured me. You’ve suffered my words, and my neglect. Yet you never turned our sons against me. I am sure that there are times when you’ve hated me. But you never poisoned their minds, or stopped them from loving me. And for all of that, with all of my heart, I am grateful to you.”

She could feel his hands on her, fumbling with her hair and Aslaug wanted to turn around and scratch his eyes out. He continued, unbothered, even kissing her hair. He fucking petted her, like she was a dog, and Aslaug hoped that the Gods would strike him down where he stood. Yet, she didn’t move.

“Why are you saying this now?” Aslaug asked instead. Before he can reply, the slave returns, carrying her finest coat. She froze at the sight of Ragnar, standing behind her.

“Apologies, my queen.” She mumbled. Aslaug felt relief wash over her, and pride fill her. This slave saw her as queen of Kattegat, and not Ragnar as King. She didn’t even know a time where Ragnar had ruled here.

She laid down her coat before making to leave, but Aslaug stopped her.

“Stay.” She commanded.

The slave nodded, moving towards Aslaug, who stood from her seat abruptly. She could feel the chair hit Ragnar’s thigh. He took a step back, and Aslaug allowed herself to smile.

“This is Ivar’s slave.” She told Ragnar, who nodded. Before the slave could turn away, Ragnar caught her jaw in his hand. For the first time, Aslaug wanted to side with her.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Y/N.” she replied. There was a pause at the end, and it was clear she wasn’t sure how to address him.

“What are you to my son?” Ragnar asked her.

“It would be better to ask him, I am but a slave.” She replied, avoiding his question. Ragnar rolled his eyes, suddenly bored and let her go. Aslaug stepped toward her, challenging Ragnar. He scoffed, and left the room.

“Thank you.” The slave said, her voice almost a whisper.

“We are still both women.” Aslaug shrugged.

Ivar’s POV:

She looked shaken when she came back to him, and he immediately knew that Ragnar had something to do with it. The entire way to the lake, she hadn’t said a word.

“Did he do something to you?” Ivar asked.

“He just- he’s very intimidating.” She replied. “But that’s to be expected of someone like him, I suppose.”

“And I am not intimidating?” Ivar poked.

“To others maybe.” She replied. “But?” Ivar challenged.

“I could see right through you.” She laughed. “He’s like a wall.”

They sat at the lake in silence for a while. Her head was on his lap for once, and Ivar combed through her hair gently while he tried to bring up the courage to tell her. He had agreed on it with his father in the morning, right after his return. It was late afternoon now, and Ivar still couldn’t bear to tell her.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to do this.

“I’m going to England.” He told her quietly.

“Is Ubbe going to lead the raid? Or you?” she asked. She had no idea.

“My father. Ubbe isn’t coming.” He said. Abruptly, she sat up.

“No.” she replied.

“No?” Ivar asked. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean that the others talk. No one takes him seriously, after what happened in the town square. He’ll have to pay people to come with him.”

She looked at him intently, until her expression shifted, and she realized.

“You knew that.” She said. “You knew.”

“It’s my only chance to die with honor.” Ivar sighed. He saw horror take hold of her.

“That’s not true!” she argued.

“It is.” Ivar replied, feeling his fist dig into the soft ground beneath them.

“So you mean to leave me here? Alone? What will I do?” she asked. Ivar’s stomach sunk. He hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t say anything and for a while, he let her seethe with an anger that normally radiated off of him.

“I won’t let you go.” She decided. Ivar barked a cold laugh at her.

“You can’t stop me. You’ll return to your duties, and I’ll have Hvitserk and mother look after you.” Ivar told her. That would be the end of it, and she’d let him go without having his stomach turn into knots.

“No. I’m not letting you leave Kattegat.”

“You forget yourself.” Ivar roared. “You are a slave.”

She didn’t say anything, instead getting up. Then, despite what it could mean to her life, she spat at his feet.

“Fuck you, Ivar Lothbrok. I really thought you cared.”

He sat at the lake alone, until it got cold, stewing in his anger. He didn’t want to hurt anyone when he got home. And when he wanted to get back, his anger only grew again.

Normally, she helped him walk over the soft ground around the lake. He hadn’t dragged himself through the mud in months. He gritted his teeth together and began, ignoring the pain in his knees and shins, knowing that he would have to command her to take care of him later. She wouldn’t do it from her own volition, like normally.

He was halfway through the part of the way that had mud when he heard voices. Embarrassed, he turned around, seeing Ubbe and Hvitserk come towards him. Not this, not now.

Their laughter died down when they saw Ivar, his face marred with anger and completely alone. They looked at each other and then, wordlessly, they came towards him and lifted him up, helping him. Hvitserk didn’t mention ‘his girl’ and Ubbe gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

They carried him until he could walk again, and then, Ubbe handed him his crutch.

She passed him outside of the Great Hall, barely sparing him a glance. Ivar could see that she was still just as angry as at the lake, as well as hurt.

“My princes.” She greeted them. Her voice was cold, emotionless. Hvitserk hissed through his teeth when she was gone.

“Ouch.” He commented.

“Don’t push it.” Ivar snapped.

“Talk to her.” Ubbe suggested. “Make her see sense.”

“I can’t.” Ivar replied.

“Yeah, because you picked out someone just as thickheaded as you.” Hvitserk snorted. “Maybe try apologizing for your death wish.”

Ivar pushed him, hard, but Hvitserk only laughed, hands up in mock-surrender.

“He’s trying to help.” Ubbe reminded. Ivar didn’t reply, and Ubbe sighed. “I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.” He promised. Ivar nodded, before he limped off.

A few days later: Hvitserk and Bjorn leave for the Mediterranean

She hadn’t slept in his bed, not once. Ivar hadn’t made any attempts to apologize. His brothers could say what they wanted; he wouldn’t lower himself to her. She was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t even love her.

That is a lie. A voice in his head whispered. Strangely enough, while there was a rift between them, she had grown closer with his mother. They kept together whenever he saw them together, never talking, but keeping their distance from Ragnar.

She was there at the docks now, while Aslaug said goodbye to Hvitserk. She offered him a polite small as he passed her, and Ivar felt his fist clench with anger. He didn’t want anyone to look at her. When he glanced over at her, their eyes met for a second.

He looked away first, but he had seen the amber necklace around her neck. When the ships were gone, she followed behind Aslaug silently, while Ivar remained at the docks. He stayed there for hours, until it began to get darker.

Ivar sat down at the beach. He had seen Ragnar come here yesterday. When Ragnar had come back, he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Bjorn had given him a sad smile. Ivar didn’t know what it meant, and he couldn’t figure it out.

He tried to be frustrated about that, instead of her, but he failed miserably. When he heard steps in the sand behind him, he whirled around. She was on the beach too, but she hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Y/N.” he blurted out.

“My prince.”

Ivar patted the spot beside him, hoping that she would come. She hesitated, but eventually, she sunk down beside him, smoothing out her dress. It was the green one.

“Queen Aslaug-“ she said after a while, searching for the right words. “She tried to explain. I think neither of us want you to go, and I don’t want to understand. If you have to go, I cannot stop you. I just-“

She broke off, and they sat in silence for a while. “I am-“ Ivar began. He wanted to say he was sorry, he really did. “I didn’t want to cause you pain.” He said instead. “But it’s my only chance. Do you understand?”

“No.” she said simply. Ivar sighed.

“Promise you’ll come back to me. Valhalla can wait.” She whispered.

“I’ll try.” Ivar replied.

“It’s not enough.” She said, demanding. She was always demanding, but Ivar didn’t stop her. He wanted to give her whatever she demanded of him. He kissed her instead, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

When they broke apart, he saw tears glittering in her eyes, angrily wiping at his when he felt the familiar sting. She mirrored his actions, before her hands began to clench into fists. Neither of them wanted to cry, and Ivar felt himself regretting his promise to Ragnar more and more.

He felt desperate, and lost and confused, but most of all, he felt angry. Angry at Ragnar for returning now, angry at her for ignoring him and angry at himself for hurting her.

“I love you.” He blurted out. Despite what I promised mother.

Her eyes grew wide at his confession, before she gave him a smile. A real one, one of those only he got to see. “I love you too.” She replied. “I love you so much.”

“Thank the Gods.” He stammered out. It wasn’t supposed to be something he wanted to say out loud.

“I missed you.” She admitted. “In two days, you won’t even be here at all.”

“Ubbe will take care of you.” Ivar promised.

“Prince Ubbe will take care of all my needs?” she joked, and Ivar rolled his eyes.

“Think of me.” He replied, imitating Bjorn’s cocky tone. She snorted, before she pushed him down gently, straddling his lap.

“As if that even comes close.”

Ivar felt pride swell in his chest, pulling her down toward him. His hand closed around her neck, squeezing gently, and she gave him a soft moan. Only now he realized how much he had missed this.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered. Spurred on, she began tugging at his vest.

“Outside?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like that.”

“No one’s around. We’ll just have to be quiet.” She replied.

“You? Quiet?” Ivar asked. She rolled her eyes, getting up quickly, holding his crutch towards him. Ivar swore he had never walked so fast in his life as they made their way to the Great Hall.

They passed Aslaug, who only rolled her eyes at them, and then Sigurd and Ubbe.

“Well someone’s made up.” Ubbe called after them. Ivar shot a look in his direction, but by that time, he was busy with Margrethe again.

They barely made it into his room and onto the bed, and Ivar had to restrain himself not to rip the dress off of her. He had wanted to take his time with her, to make her squirm under him, but right now, Ivar did not have the patience for that. Instead, he let her guide him into her.

Ivar grabbed her by the hips, flipping them around so that he was on top, before he thrusted into her. He wasn’t careful, or gentle, but her moans spurred him on.

She scratched his back raw, and in return, Ivar grabbed whatever he could greedily. He felt wild, and free, and for a moment, he could forget that he was leaving her behind.

That he was abandoning her.

“You need to slow down.” She gasped under him. “Please.”

Immediately, Ivar came to a halt.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Keep going, just a bit slower please.” She replied.

He began thrusting more lazily, and she held him close. Ivar’s forehead rested on hers, and he closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered.

“I know. I’m sorry too.” She replied.

“It showed me you truly cared.”

The day that Ivar left, she handed him his new sword at the dock. His mother asked him not to go one last time, but Ivar’s mind was set. He hugged her goodbye, before he moved on to his girl.

“May the Gods keep and protect you.” She told him. Everything else, she left unsaid.

“And you.” Ivar mumbled. If he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to leave. So he turned around and got into the boat. Ragnar patted him on the back, giving him a look Ivar couldn’t read. He only knew that Ragnar thought this girl didn’t mean anything to Ivar.

As the boat sailed away, Ivar looked back at Kattegat. Neither of the women moved, both unwavering until they were out of sight.

#ivar #aslaug #ubbe #hvitserk #ragnar #vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #history vikings #ivar lothbrok #ivar x y/n #ivar x you #ivar smut #ivar angst #ivar fluff #ivar fanfiction

[barnes-lothbrok]

Jealousy

Ivar x reader

Summary - Ivar and you have always had a bond, a closeness but over time and as you mature things change, Ivar gains feeling he can't explain

Warnings - angst, fluff, death of a parent, swears

Word count - 2k

This all started because of a gif set by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and I sort of ran away with it

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You grow up alongside the sons of Ragnar.  Being the daughter of Aslaug's closest confidant, you were always in close proximity to the brothers during childhood. You were closest in age to Ivar having been born only a few months before and as you grew together, you formed a bond that no one could truly explain. 

You were the only one who wasn't terrified of him after the incident with the boy. As all the children in Kattegat would run away from him, making a game out of it, you were seen happily pulling his cart around, chatting away to him as you venture around the town taking him anywhere he wished to go.

On days where he was unable to play, you would sit with him and make up stories to keep him entertained, often acting out some of the scenes, bouncing around his room as you fought a dragon or giant sea monster. 

As time passed a few things changed, while he was being mentored by Floki, your mother had you learn the loom and the meaning of different herbs.

But you were never apart for long as on days when he was still busy you would run to Floki's cabin and wait for him. On days when you didn't meet Ivar, he would wait for you by the tree you'd claim as your own when you were younger, having craved IL + YN into the trunk.

You spent hours laying under the tree, side by side, watching as the sunset and the stars appeared twinkling between its branches. It was the place you shared your hopes and dreams with one another.

You wished to become a shield maiden, just like the legendary Lagertha, while Ivar dreamed of becoming a warrior, to be able to raid and fight along side his brothers. 

The afternoons and evenings spent under that tree was the first memory Ivar had of the flutter that appeared in his chest whenever he looked at you. You never laughed or mocked his desires, you simply listened and smiled at him. 

The first big change to your friendship was when Ivar spent the night with Margrethe. Everyone was aware of how she spent her time between the princes, of how she'd captured all of their gaze. She was extremely beautiful and you never missed the way, they all looked at her, especially Ivar. 

So one evening after having been invited to dinner and Aslaug had left the table, it was no surprise when his brothers tried to convince Ivar that Margrethe was the perfect option for him to lose his virginity. They spoke as if you were one of them. 

"I'm sure Y/N agrees" Hvitserk said, finishing a mouthful of pork "Right?" 

You looked between each of them from Hvitserk with his dopey expectant smile to Sigurd who peered from under his hair, gripping his cup a little too tight, he had always hated the idea of sharing with Ivar, and then to Ubbe who's smile dropped slightly as if he knew you didn't want to answer. 

"I mean, sure" You shrugged, looking down at your cup of ale, unable to even look at Ivar. If you had, you would have seen the light in his eyes fade a little. "The way you all speak of her, he would be a fool, not too" 

After that night and the rumours of Ivar being impotent spread, Ivar drew himself away from you, spending more time training with his brothers or at the blacksmiths. 

Your dream of becoming a shield maiden was put on hold when your mother became sick. A plague hit the town, taking your mother with it. Aslaug brought you in as a kindness for all the years your mother was by her side and treated you like a daughter she never had. She taught you many things a woman could be, beside being a shield maiden. 

On the day, Ivar took his first steps, you had been in the market when you noticed Ubbe and Hvitserk hanging around the blacksmiths. You made Hvitserk jump as you suddenly appeared between them.

"What are you doing?" You spoke loudly and close to his ear, causing him to almost choke on his apple. You were about to laugh until he pointed at two legs caged in metal on the floor. 

While grunting and groaning, Ivar heaved himself up. You wanted to rush forward and help him but Ubbe gently placed a hand on your shoulder. Taking small and wobbly steps, Ivar stood before your trio, a wide grin on his face.

"Ivar" you whispered, looking him up and down before grinning back "Ivar, you're walking!" You joyfully cried before barreling him into a hug and having to apologise profusely as you almost knocked him backwards. 

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It was after the return from their first raid, that Ivar noticed his brothers spending more time with you, getting closer than they did before. It seemed to grip his chest with an urge to hurt them or pull them away from you every time he saw it.

The summer away from you seemed to make the Lothbrok brothers notice how you had turned into a beautiful woman. No longer the messy haired bundle of energy that would play-fight with them or get drunk with them but a woman who held herself with elegance and grace. While they had been away, Aslaug had turned you into someone much like herself. 

Ivar first noticed Hvitserk being closer to you. The pair of you had been sparring, although their mother didn't approve, you would often join them in training when you were free to do so.

As you moved backwards, you stumbled over a small rock and while trying to catch you, Hvitserk's feet became tangled in your own. Crashing to the ground, Hvitserk arms were beside your head as he caught himself from squishing you. Your faces were inches apart as the hair falling out of his braid covered your faces like a curtain. 

Ivar didn't miss the way, you stared at each other, breaths caught before you burst out laughing when Hvitserk dropped his head and blew a wet raspberry on your cheek, causing you to squeal with laughter and push him away. 

The second was Sigurd. He nearly fell over when he walked into the hall and found you sitting on the floor in front of Sigurd. His arms were wrapped around you, from the chair above as he tried to teach you the strings to play a tune on the lyre. He'd been practicing for Ubbe and Torvi's wedding.

When he played it always sounded so beautiful but when you tried it sounded broken. 

"Sigurd, you make it looks so easy" you whined and tried again before you both cringed at the noise it made "nope, I'm leaving the music to you" 

"Probably best too, don't want to anger the gods at the wedding" He teased before surprisingly kissing your cheek. Sigurd had noticed Ivar watching and could help a smirk as he watched him leave before you looked to where Ivar had just been having missed him.

The third and final straw was Ubbe. Everyone was celebrating his marriage to Torvi. The hall was filled with music, laughter and drunken singing. It was late into the celebrations when he saw you speaking to Ubbe and Torvi. 

He'd been watching you most of the day as you walked around, looking like a goddess in your flower crown, with your hair loose. You'd laughed and spoken with many people but not him. He supposed that was his own doing as he pushed you further and further away but how he wished it was himself that you were laughing with. 

He watched over the rim of his cup as you took Ubbe's hand and began to dance. Sigurd and his band changed the music to a slower pace and Ubbe happily twirled you around, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Ivar could see you talking and smiling with each other. Ubbe said something to make you laugh, the melody echoed in Ivar's ears. 

He clenched his jaw, eyes trained on the pair of you before looking away as your eyes met his. When he looked back again, he felt his heart being squished as you kissed Ubbe's cheek. He slammed his cup down and angrily gathered his crutch. 

He couldn't watch anymore. Ubbe was married and he still had your affection, all of them did but him. Sure, he'd never seen anything more than kisses on the cheek but it was more than you had been giving him.

Ever since they returned, you didn't follow him around like you used to. In the past he would throw a tantrum and yet you would still be there the next day but now you seemed to be allowing him to keep the distance that he created and he didn't like it. 

He thought about going back in there and demanding you talk to him again, that's all he wanted, was for you to talk to him. 

That was a lie, he wanted so much more. He wanted to wake up beside you, kiss you, feel your touch. He wanted have celebrations like this for the pair of you. To have the life you promised each other under that stupid tree when you were too young and naive to understand the promises you were making.

You were meant to be his, you were always his and now you were slipping away with every passing day. 

He paused for a moment conflicted as to keep going or to turn around. If he kept going, he would have time to think but turning around meant he would get answers to satisfy the demons telling him, you hated him, that you couldn't love him, that you pitied him. 

As he turned around, he was taken aback by you coming out of the hall making your way towards him. "There you are" You smiled at him "where are you going? I was looking for you" 

"Well I'm right here, I have been all night. Not that you even care" Ivar's brow was creased, his eyes struggling to hide a burning anger. 

"Not care? Ivar, of course I care" you smiled didn't fade as you looked at him "I wouldn't have come to find you if I didn't, you donkey" 

"You have a funny way of showing it" he spat "Parading around all day. Laughing at any man's attention, even throwing yourself at the groom. It's embarrassing, like a dog in heat" 

"Throwing myself at the groom?" Your smile dropped and turned into a frown "I was congratulating Ubbe on the marriage to the woman he's loved for years. Every woman can offer the groom to dance, mine was tame compared to Greta's, which you would have seen if you hadn't stormed out" 

"I wasn't going to stay and watch you embarrass yourself any longer" he held his head high, looking down on you. 

"Embarrass myself? I was having fun. Which is more than I can say for you. Sitting in the corner of your brother's wedding, watching me with a face like someone pissed in your cup" you spat back. 

He was shocked by the fact you noticed him watching you. You always noticed those intense blue eyes on you. 

"Honestly, Ivar, I don't understand what I have done," you sighed "Ever since you got back, you have been this brooding, and sometimes cruel bastard. I have seen you like that to others but never to me" 

The way you said his name like it was laced with venom, hurt  "So tell me Ivar, what have I done?" 

His jaw clenched as he gripped his crutch harder. His demons were yelling at him to call you a whore, nothing more than someone to warm his brother's beds, that you only stuck around for the lifestyle his mother gifted you and that you'd do anything to keep it. 

But he stopped himself, as he looked at you, the expectant look on your face, the hurt in your eyes and the heavy raise and fall of your chest as if you were scared of what was going to come out of his mouth. He knew his anger could be vicious but never had it been directed at you before. 

"You make me feel…." He started before looking away from you "You make me feel," he quietly said, looking you in the eyes again "and I don't like it. I want it to stop. I don't know how to make it stop" 

#ivar x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #vikings #ubbe ragnarsson #sigurd ragnarsson #sigurd lothbrok #ubbe lothbrok #vikings fanfiction #ivar x y/n #ivar x you #ivar angst #ivar fluff

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Sweeter than honey.. Part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.

Masterlist

3 months later....

You spent the last 3 months picking up the pieces. Ivar and Hvitserk were with you all the way, Ubbe and Bjorn too when they were in town. The only brother you didn't see the past 6 months was Sigurd. You two weren't particulary close especially since Ivar was closer to you and they hated eachother. Sigurd had a way to always get under Ivar's skin. That day you got home to an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to the door. You went to the livingroom to find Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd on the couch playing on the ps5.

-I love all the pillows in my room, thanks (Y/n). - said Sigurd with a cocky smile on his face.

-Yea no, i'm renting that room, you can take the couch or i dont care, but not my room.

Ivar sighed at his brother as he got up from the couch, walking up to oyu and putting a hand around your waist.

-Or maybe we could share your bed? - he leaned in close, and you didn't see but Ivar and Hvitserk sat there with clenched jaws, barely holding back.

-In your dreams asshat. - you said before twirling out of his arms sitting between Hvitserk and Ivar on the couch.

-So where am i gonna go then? - he asked suddenly pissed.

-Well you can take mine, i have a date anyways. - said Ivar standing up to leave.

-Good luck tiger. - you smiled at him snuggling up to Hvitserk.

-Wait, you don't have a date tonight doll? - Hvitserk held you closer as you heard the front door closing, Sigurd leaving after Ivar.

-No, not after the last time. - you say with a sigh.

-Why? Was he an asshole? Do i need to go and find him? - he asked wriggling his eyebrows.

-Nah, he was fine. Except for... -you say motioning downwards.

-Was it too small? - he mocked you, as he curled a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

-Nah, it was average, but.. he.. um.. - you felt suddenly shy, you shared everything with them, but right now, in his arms, looking up at him, only you realized how close he was. - you know when they are like.. go in without foreplay, finish in 10 seconds and ask you if you finished?

He laughed as he nuzzled your nose.

-Pretty girl left high and dry? tsk tsk, but no i don't know that. Actually i can't imagine that.. i mean how sexy when a woman is begging for me to let her go and don't make her come the 4th time? - he said cheekily as your breathing hitched. -Ah, what's with the blush? Was it long ago?

-Oh um.. i .. not really, i mean... i .. i usually just help myself.. - you said shrugging your shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.

-Oh yea? And i never heard you?

-You're never home when i get home from these "awesome" dates. - you said smirking before you go to the kitchen to get yourself a vodka with applejuice. That was your go-to. You don't notice how he watched your butt in your oh-so-short shorts you usually wear at home.

When you get back to the couch you decided on a Shameless marathon. A few hours and a few drinks later you and Hvitserk are out on the balcony smoking quietly. He stands behind you, his front to your back as he snakes an arm around you.

-I could help you though. - he murmurs before gently nuzzling into your neck.

-With what?

-Well i could show you a good time. - he said kissing your neck.

-Don't fool around Hvitty.

-Not fooling. - he whispered as he started to nip at your ear. Making you sigh as you try to clench your thighs together without him noticing.

-Hvitserk.. - you whimper. - we shouldn't do this.. we're friends since forever..

-All the more reason to do it. We know eachother, we are comfortable, it's safe.. cmon (Y/n), let's have some fun.. Those bastards won't be back until tomorrow.. - he said as his hands started to roam around you while he was kissing your neck again.

-With one condition. - you said as you turned in his arms, one hand immediately settling on your butt as the other held you flush to him as he nodded waiting for your conditions. - you won't tell your stupid brothers, and we don't let it fuck up our friendship. it's just a one time thing.

-Whatever you want princess. - he says before gently kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen it. You didn't even noticed that he started to walk you back into the apartment and to his room, until he pushed you back to his now closed door, hands going under your thighs as he held you up.

He then slowly walked to his bed with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. He gently put you in the bed before breaking the kiss as he hovered over you with a small smile. Eyes searching for yours.

-Can i? - he said as his hand played with the hem of your shirt, and you nod shyly. He took it off his hand smoothing over your skin gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gently hooking into the waistband of your short, leaving you in your under wear. He kisses anywhere he can before settling between your legs, teasing with featherlight touches over your clothed nub, and the very sides of your folds. You never felt this turned on in your life, it made you more talkative that you usually were.

-Hvitserk.. please... - you moaned quietly, as he nuzzled his nose into your panties. He licked a slow strip upwards, and you could feel yourself soaking your panties. He gently hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them to the side before he started to lick you. The gentleness didn't lasted too long before hestarted to eat you out like a starving man. Noone ever ate you out like this, almost as if they were all bored, but not Hvitserk, he seemed to actually get off of your pleasure which made you even hornier. But when you were at the brink of coming, and your hands found his hair he suddenly stopped. And with a smirk he climbed over you kissing you playfully, making you taste yourself. You sighed.

-That's mean... - you said pouting.

-I know baby, but no touching for you. Tonight's about you. So keep your hands to yourself or i'll tie you to my bed. - he winked at you before his hand wandered to your already soaked mound. His small touches made you shiver as you looked at him pleading. Your eyes shut the moment he slipped two fingers inside of you so you didn't see the loving look on his face as you slowly came undone on his fingers, in his bed, your hands clutching the bedframe. You were a good girl, his good girl, at least in this moment. He helped you ride out your high before settling himself between your legs. Somewhere along the way he got naked, and you couldn't help but admire his body under your lashes. He searched for a rubber in his drawer when you interrupted him.

-Forget that shit, im on the pill and im clean. - he never in his life dove in faster before, lining himself up and paaainfully slowly sinking himself into you. When he was seated fully, he leaned in t o kiss you as he felt you fluttering around him. He was nibbling on your lips, member still unmoving when you started to grind your hips making him moan into your mouth.

-You'll be the death of me. - he said before he picked up his pace. You were moaning under him, hands still holding the bedframe. - Taking me so well... If i knew you'd feel like heaven i'd try something sooner.. - he cooed.

He pushed down your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

-Hvitserk.. - you moaned his name and he felt you fluttering around himself.

-C'mon baby.. give me one more.. - he said as he kissed your sternum, his pace still unforgiving as you came undone under him a second time. At this point you barely knew anything else than his name. He moved slowly inside of you now. Smiling at your blissful state, peppering kisses wherever he could. He put one hand over your wrists as he pickud up his speed again his other hand holding your waist, surely leaving marks.

-You have one more sweetheart.. i can feel it.. want you to cum with me. - he growled. You felt so good around him. snug and velvety. He was hooked.

-Hvitty.. Hvitty... - you moaned as you neared your third orgasm. He took his hand from your waist and started rubbind circles around your oversensitive clit, making you come undone again, and the fluttering of your walls pushed him over the edge too. He caressed your body harsly as he painted your walls white, collapsing on top of you, gathering you in his arms. He placed your hands around his neck then swiped a few locks of your hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.

He cleaned you up, and took you in his arms. The drinks in your system made you forget that he won't leave the next morning, but you fell asleep regardless. He couldn't though. He watched you sleep in his arms in your naked glory. You were peaceful and perfect. You fit in his arms just as perfectly as you fit around Him.

He will try to think of something. He promised after all..

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The next day you woke up in Hvitserks arms. A slight panic on your face as you realize that you are very much naked, and not in your room, and you can hear Ivar and Ubbe in the kitchen.

You slap Hvitserk awake.

-You gotta help me. If they figure i slept in here i'm never gonna hear the end of it. - you said to him pissed.

-Mkay baby, just. sleep a bit more. - he said trying to snuggle closer to you. That's when you hear a knock on the door.

-Hvitty, you decent? i'm coming in! - said Ubbe as you basically jump and hide in the closet. You forget your shorts and shirt, muttering a small shit as the door opens and Ubbe finds Hvitserk laying in his bed, the duvet over his nether parts.

-WHat's up Ubbe? - he asks in his morning voice.

-You seen (Y/n) yet? She's usually up by now, i wanted to ask if she'd be up to a double date. There's this girl, Margrethe and she says she'll only go on a date with me if i bring someone for his brother.

-I've been sleeping until now, maybe she went for a run or some shit. - he said indifferent but you could see his jaw clenching when Ubbe mentioned the brother of this girl.

When Ubbe left the room, thankfully not noticing your clothing or so you thought.. Hvitserk invited them out for a smoke so you can sneak out and into your room.

When you emerged again it was as if you had just slept in. You started to make coffee. Ivar popped up next to you, Ubbe and Hvitserk on the other side of the counter.

-Hey princess,had a long night? - teased Ivar.

-Yea, we had a shameless marathon adn drank a bit. WHo knew that a drinking game where you drink everytime there's nipples, boobs, butts and dicks will get you drunk in no time.. - you said laughing a bit.

-I wouldn't drink unless they are yours. - winked Ivar and you felt a blush creep up your neck. - wait wait.. what do we have here? - he said as he gently brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing a hickey.

-Oh shut it, date 3 nights ago. - you said, trying to save face. You knew damn well that it was from Hvitserk, and also that date finished in 10 second, not paying attention to oyu... no way he would've leave a hickey. You brushed your hair back, briefly looking over at Hvitserk who had a cocky smile on his face.

-You finally got laid? Way to go babe! Now that calls for a celebration, all of us, in the club, tonight. No excuses. - said Ivar. - Ubbe you can bring your girl and her brother too.

That made Hvitserk clench his jaw again. He's not gonna let that bastard get close to you.

-Be pretty. - said Ivar kissing your cheek before leaving with Ubbe who was already on the phone with Margrethe. Leaving you and Hvitserk staring at eachother.

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At the club...

You were out on the dancefloor, the boys were up in the VIP when Ubbe and Margethe and her brother Harik arrived. When Ubbe asked them where you were, Ivar smirked and pointed at you. A single light on you as you danced, a swarm of men and women dancing around you, kind of fighting for your attention.

-You didn't say she was a goddess... - said Harik already licking his lips as he stalked to you as if you were his prey. Margrethe sat down between Ubbe and Hvitserk and started flirting with them both. Ubbe didn't mind, they usually share women but this time Hvitserk seemed reluctant. Nothing a bit of magic powder wouldn't solve though. The boys started to party, as Harik started to hit on you. You didn't give a shit about him occasionally smiling at him as you danced as if you had heard what he said. The truth is you didn't give a shit. You had enough alcohol in your system to think that maybe you could go for Hvitserk tonight too. You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came out again, you were yanked back into a hard chest. Harik whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body. You would've been happy if this was Hvitserk, but no, not Harik. You elbowed him in the crotch when nothing else worked and ran. You felt so vunerable, so humiliated your tears started to fall as you ran through the dance floor, back up to the vip for your bag so you can leave.

-Shit, (Y/n), whats wrong? - asked Bjorn with concern, You just shook your head and saw Hvitserk and Ubbe all over Margrethe.. it was ok for Ubbe, but it wasn't a full 24 hours since Hvitserk came in you... You grabbed your bag, running out of the club. Only Bjorn noticed and then a fuming Harik came and grabbed Margrethe from between his brothers.

-Deals off. The bitch elbowed me in the crotch when i tried to get her to blow me near the toilets... - he said fuming.

Bjorn stood up, so did Ivar, shoving the girl he tongue fighted a minute ago.

-She's not a bitch, and maybe she didn't elbow you if you'd be the gentleman you said you were. She can smell a douche from a mile. - said Bjorn before taking his jacket and going after you.

He found you near the back alley, crying. He walked up to you and hugged you close.

-Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're safe. Ivar will take care of the bastard i promise. - you sniffled into his chest as he held you even thighter.

-I-i just- i... i was so terrified. I though hes gonna... he's gonna..... he had an arm around my neck and his other hand already started to... i ...

-Shhh. it's okay.. i just told it to Ivar, - he said pocketing his phone - now, let's get you home allright? - he asked with concern.

When you got home, he followed you to your room.

-Do you need anything sweetheart?

-I.. i don't wanna be alone... could you stay? At least until someone comes home? - you asked sniffling.

-Course i can stay. Scoot over. - he said as he got into your bed, making you lay your head on his chest, his hand gently drawing circles on your back. Your dress had a lowcut back, so he was caressing your skin. You slowly snaked a hand on his stomach snuggling closer. You put your leg over his. His touch caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin, and you heard a low chuckle.

-You cold sweetheart?

-Nah, these kind of caresses just make me horny. - you said noticing that he did not stop. You felt brave enough so you snaked your hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gently scratching it, you earned a sigh and a kiss to the top of your head.

-Playing a dangerous game there... - he growled and you giggled gently scratching further down, stopping just above his belt.

-Love games. - you whispered as you started to undo his belt buckle and his pants, grabbing his already hard member through his briefs. He grabbed you and made you staddle him. Looking you in the eye. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly as if asking for permisson, but when his hands grabbed your thighs and he licked your lower lip asking for an opportonutiy to deepen the kiss, you were gone. You didn't want the slow foreplay, you wanted to touch him all over. You gently scooted down, freeing his member. He tried to protest but you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of sucking him, so thats just what you did. You licked from the base to the tip, making him groan as you took him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, hand stroking what you couldn't take in your mouth.

-Jesus (Y/n).. - he said his hand taking a handful of your hair. He moaned and you felt him twitch in your hold. You released him with a loud pop. And climbed on him for a kiss.

He spanked your butt, making you moan before he shoved his hand between you two.

-Sucking me off made you this wet? - he asked fingers gently teasing your etrance. You just nod with a smirk. - such a good girl. - he said as he lined himself up with your needy hole, and you sank down on him. Hips gently moving back and forth as you rode him. You were a sight to behold. He held your hips, kissed your neck and collarbones. He could see your nipples poking through your dress. He took it off, and kissed your chest all over. Mumbling sweet nothings on your skin, pulling orgasms from you, before spilling his seed inside of you. He then pulled you close, dick still inside you. You fell asleep like that. In his hold, feeling safe and content.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but a note on the bedside table.

I wish i could've stayed and held you, but i couldn't risk my brothers finding me there. We would never hear the end of it. Someday though ;)...

You smiled at the sweetness of it, before heading to the shower.

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[aissa-snapped]

The Heathen and The Christian final part

Summary: Ivar finally finds out what happened to his servant, and more exactly WHO did it. But when he finds out it`s his own brother, how will he react?

A/N I apologise deeply for the wait. I simply wasn``t in the mood for writing and I finally got some inspo to do so. I hope all are still interested in this. Anyway thx for the comments, those really made me wanna write more. I love you all.

@kens0world0of0imagine0nation there you go :))

Days have passed. Frigyth was still fearful of stepping out of her and Ivars chamber, but did it carefully whenever she had to. The king was struggling to squeeze any information out of her in order for him to punish the doer of his slaves traumatic experience.

The redhead however was still afraid of the consequences that might follow in case her master was to find out she had been meeting with his brother behind his back after specifically telling her not to do it, which by extension led to the unfortunate consequence.

Ivar, sitting angrily in his throne, overlooked the great hall, giving him the opportunity to scan over anyone who was sitting in there. He could only guess who did it, since he had no clue whatsoever. Glaring at the mass of people in the hall, he tried observing their behavior. Any clues as to who might have been brave enough to come after his beloved slave right under his nose. Any abnormal behavior, that could hint towards the rapist.

As much as he tried, he simply failed. He could`ve easily held a trial and hang all accused men, but he wished for a grander finale. He wanted to torture them to insanity, not just kill them off.

Ivar allowed Frigyth to stay within their chambers, for her safety, hopefully waiting for her to open up to him and tell her.

Days passed, and then weeks, and Frigyth seemed to be overcoming the past trauma, or so she wanted to lead on. Ivar was still pestering her about the subject, giving up each time after the girl simply changed the subject.

Hvitserk was scared the first few days, assuming the stupid girl surely must have run straight to Ivar to tell him, but to his amazement, she never did. That gave him some hope, knowing he was safe from Ivar`s wrath, or, at least for a lingering moment.

Frigyth, though she tried masking her fears related to men whenever Ivar was being close to her, could only do so much. Ivar, of course noticed how she flinched each time he was inches away from her, or when someone would raise their voice. This observation led him to an idea: maybe he could notice her behavior around certain men, and surely, if the rapist was around her, her body would give her away and expose the monster.

'' HVITSERK. Come. I am in need of your help.'' He called upon his brother one morning, urging him to approach the throne.

Curiosity linked with a hint of hidden fear engulfed Hvitserk, but nevertheless, he joined his brother`s side, wondering what sort of crazy idea he has come up with now, and knowing him, there could be many.

''How may I help you?'' He crossed his arms, rubbing on his grown beard.

Ivar shook his head annoyed, and motioned with his fingers for him to get close to his face, indicating this was not a matter he wished to be overheard by the other townies.

When Hvitserk was barely a few inches away from Ivar, the youngest brother whispered in his ear: '' I want to find out who raped my girl, and then punish him with everything that Ive got.'' And with that, he pulled away from his ear and rested back again on the throne, smirking at his brothers almost terrified expression.

His heart was pumping blood all throughout his body as if preparing for a race, causing Hvitserk`s cheeks and ears to catch a violent red color.

A few moments passed, silence filling the air between the brothers, and then after a long debate that took place in Hvitserk`s mind, trying to conjure a non-suspicious response, he gulped lightly and furrowed his brows, maintaining eye contact with the intense pair of deep blue eyes of his leader.

'' And how are you going to do that?'' He questioned curiously.

Ivar chuckled, shaking his head at his silly question.

'' Well you see… That…Hvitty… Is for me to know only.''

Hvitserk nodded his head, accidentally letting a look of fear cover his eyes, which didn`t go unnoticed by the hypervigilent and smart Ivar.

'' Ástin mín. Come on It`s alright. I just want you to come in contact with other people. You have been hiding in here as if some disease was spreading around town.'' Ivar gently dragged Frigyth out of their shared room, intending to find out the evil person once and for all. (My love)

His plan was coming into action, seeing as he had gathered most of the towns men inside the longhouse under the pretext that they were to feast that night.

Reluctantly, the spooked girl took a seat next to Ivar`s throne, where someone had previously placed a wooden chair for her to sit on under the order of Ivar.

With prey like eyes, the Anglo-Saxon girl scanned the full room, sensing an overwhelming feeling resting in her gut, at the sight of all those people. Crowded places were never her favorite thing. Ivar himself sat on the throne, with his right hand resting on the shaky knee of his servant.

The Ragnarsson was working on the plan, however now that he had gathered all these people here, with the girl as well, he only just realized he had never thought of the next step of the plan, and now he had to improvise.

Knowing that everyone was awaiting his orders to allow the feast to fully take place, he stood up, proud and tall above all men, with a horned cup in his left hand, giving an encouraging speech to the villagers, telling his future plans for raiding England, hyping up every viking and shield-maiden.

The feast was at its peak, the sight of drunken falling and stumbling men being everywhere. Ivar himself was feeling a bit tipsy, but he refrained himself from getting wasted remembering his intentions. '' Maybe now is the right time.'' thought Ivar, wondering if their intoxicated state would make men more vulnerable and honest.

Eyeing the room, he saw some familiar faces, including Hvitserk, gulping down cup after cup full of mead. Frigyth was constantly shifting in her seat, not only because of the hungry stares she would get from men, but also because she hadn`t moved from her seat in almost two hours, feeling her butt getting numb from all that sitting.

'' Are you alright my love?'' Asked a concerned Ivar, noticing the uncomfortable state she was in.

'' Ye- yes. I am. Just tired.'' She smiled tiredly at him, hoping he would let her go to sleep.

Cupping her chin with his right hand, he moved closer to her face, his breathing tickling her face. '' Just a bit longer and then we`ll go to sleep. I need you here with me.'' He explained softly. Nodding in understatement, she huffed slightly, and put on a fake smile.

Ivar didn`t know where to start, or how to approach the situation. There were so many people here, and there was also the chance that the culprit might not even be present.

But it seemed as if the God's were working in Ivar`s favor, since Hvitserk seemed to be more wasted than ever, and when he approached the two, he unknowingly was about to experience his downfall.

With his mind intoxicated, his vision blurry, he lost all his senses, unaware of his actions, which he would later on regret. He climbed the platform clumsily, on which the throne was placed, and drunkenly got closer to Frigyth. Ivar furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion and disapproval at his gesture, his hand on his dagger ready to take it out if needed, but what happened next shocked him beyond repair.

Hvitserk almost launched at the girl, who seemed to be going in for a kiss. Frigyth squirmed in her seat, and for the first time during the night she got up from it, rushing over to the other side of Ivar`s throne, instinctively seeking his protection.

The cripples heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling honored she was feeling safe around him, but quickly regained his thoughts, focusing on his brother instead. It was the more terrying face Frigyth had ever seen. Ivars eyebrows were creased to its limits, mouth tightly shut, and the eyes seemed to be the biggest give away for what he was feeling. Rage, pure rage was seeping from his normally deep blue eyes.

Ivar exhaled sharply, sort of like a bull ready to attack, and grabbed the frightened girl`s hand in reassurance. He kissed the top of her rather soft hand and ushered her to go back to their shared chamber.

By the time she left, the great hall was silent, everybody fearing Ivar`s next moves. Hvitserk seemed to be sobering up quicker than ever, slowly backing away from his dangerous brother, stepping backwards down the steps and into the crowd.

Ivar`s face showed a thousand different levels of anger, growing stronger and stronger by the second. It was obvious this much that nothing good would come of this.

Using his incredible force from his arms, he used the crutch to lift his body up, now fully towering over Hvitserk, and took slow, steady steps towards him, who was moving backwards as far away from the youngest brother as possible. '' You-you think I wouldn`t find out huh?'' He gave a dark chuckle, continuing his way towards him. '' That you can have MY servant as your whore? Hm? YOU REALLY THINK THAT?! '' Ivar was raising his voice with each word.

'' I am going to TORTUER YOU! FOR WHAT YOU`VE DONE TO HER!''

Hvitserk was at the end of the hall, right up against the doors, no escaping. There was no point in running. He had been caught. ''Ivar--''

'' DO NOT SPEAK. YOU BROTHER, HAVE CHOSEN YOUR FATE. THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO LAY A HAND ON HER. AND IN THE NAME OF THE GODS, I MUST PUNISH YOU.''

Ivar was making sure everyone understood the situation, him not wanting to personally explain the whole thing to the people. But by the looks of all, it seemed they all understood what had happened.

Hvitserk looked mortified, his life flashing before his eyes, knowing there was no escaping Ivar`s wrath.

Frigyth had been sent to their chamber, but that didn`t stop her from hearing everything that was said, or more like yelled, by Ivar. When he returned to their room, she was scared he would yell at her, but to her amazement, she was engulfed in a hug, and during the whole night, he had an arm wrapped around her torso, which made her feel physically and emotionally warm.

Hvitserk had been captured and thrown into a temporary prison, for Ivar wanted to make sure he would not escape the following morning`s events.

Ivar felt rape should be punished with the worst and most painful of all: The blood eagle. And so the next morning, Ivar showed up in the center of Kattegat, accompanied by his Escort guards and the other curious folk, and brought out Hvitserk for his torture.

Frigyth had tried talking Ivar out of doing it, suggesting he`d exile him, but he said nothing would bring him more pain than this. At the failed persuasion, the Saxon asked Ivar to let her stay inside, for she could not bare watch such barbaric acts.

Around noon, Ivar was one brother short, but half of his heart mended, knowing he did the right thing. Hvitserk`s body had been left hanging in the middle of the village, with blood still dripping on the muddy ground. It was a morbid scene to say the least, but as more than half of the townsfolk were used to going on raids, nothing unusual.

Frigyth was in her room, quietly crying. Why, she didn`t know. She felt bad. Because she met up with him. Because it happened and Ivar was forced to kill his brother. It was weird. Though she was the victim here, she felt guilty for his death. Maybe it was some sort of twisted game the God's were playing with her. Maybe that God that loved to play games, what was his name… Loki? Maybe he drilled his way into her head, making her think she should feel bad.

Ivar entered the chamber, with the purpose of checking up on her. When he saw her crouched down in a corner, he immediately went behind her, placing his hands over her shoulders, rubbing up and down. Kissing her temple, he put his head on her right shoulder, trying to be as close to her as possible.

'' Why are you crying love?'' He asked quietly. Sniffing, she slightly turned her head in his direction, taking a shaky breath in, preparing to talk. '' B-because… I dont know. You killed your brother...because of a servant. It was my fault. I shouldve never met up with him.''

'' You were the victim. He should`VE known better. He deserved it. You think he would have stopped?! He could have done it again, had he not been caught.''

''Yeah but… I don`t know… I am not used to people killing each other like this… and especially not because of me…'' She sighed sadly, another tear falling down her cheeks.

Ivar used his thumb to wipe it away, and then grabbed her chin softly, turning her face towards him fully now.

'' You… Are not at fault. You didnt know what could happen. I locked you in here. You maybe wanted to..have someone who would properly care for you. And then he betrayed your trust. I shouldve looked out for you more…'' He trailed off, looking into the distance, trying to blink away the tears that were making his eyes glossy.

Without hesitation, Frigyth turned her body, now both of them being almost chest to chest, and she climbed into his lap, hugging him.

It was such a new form of affection, Ivar had not experienced before. Startled for a few seconds, he just stood with his arms out, processing what was happening, but then he quickly wrapped them around her whole body, feeling her delicate figure, and enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of her.

A few minutes had passed, and she was the one to pull away. She kept her hands on his shoulders, whilst his were resting on her waist. Both staring deeply into eachother`s eyes, Frigyth realised this man was capable of loving, he just needed guidance.

'' Ivar, you deserve to be loved. You deserve to have someone be by your side, not out of fear but rather because of support. ''

Ivar was truly touched by these words. He had never heard them before, and there was this fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach, not the kind he`d get when he would murder someone, but rather something that made him melt, become soft and drop his angry facade.

The Viking got closer to her, their lips berely inches apart. '' Will you show me, love?' He whispered, glancing at her lips ever so often. Frigyth nodded slowly, right before Ivar gave her the most passionate kiss that made her feel like she was in heaven. The simple kiss turned into one with tongues interlocking, wrestling one another, and eventually they both pulled away, breathing heavily.

Frigyth blushed, feeling overwhelmed by the love she was feeling. Ivar however, allowed her a few deep breaths, before pulling her into him again and kissing her a second time.

It felt like hours before they pulled away again, and without hesitation, Ivar bravely asked the girl.

'' Will you be my woman, my equal partner, the one whom I share my success and failures with? Say yes and you will be more than a free woman. You will be the Queen of the most feared Viking.'' He asked, interlocking their fingers, squeezing her hands.

Frigyth laughed melodically, nodding her head vigorously, and engulfing her future husband into a strong gripped hug.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

I'm changing things up please could I request Hvitserk Ragnarsson with C for Cuddles? ♡

Vikings Masterlist

Request info

Hvitserk Ragnarsson SFW Alphabet Masterlist

Cuddles

Contains: Fluff

234 Words

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Would they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?

"Hello my love." It was late or early morning, all you knew was that it dark and cold, "why are you home." Hvitserk nuzzled into your neck, "I couldn't stay away any longer, the bed at the cabin is too lonely without you." You chuckled softly, "can't you cuddle with Ubbe?" He huffed, "no, Ubbe doesn't smell nice like you." He settled into bed and wrapped his arms around your body, "yep, totally worth the trip in the cold."

"You need help." Hvitserk laughed, "no, I need to you to stay exactly where you are so I can get some sleep." You huffed, "what about me? You're crushing me." He kissed the back of your neck, "tough shit pretty girl."

****

You could hear people talking outside your room but it didn't matter, Hvitserk's arms were so warm and firm it was like nothing else existed. "Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?" He grumbled, "no my love, we don't. We can spend all day inside doing nothing." You giggled, "you mean we can spend all day inside eating?" He squeezed you tighter, "maybe, as long as I can hold you while I do it."

You shook your head, "I'm not sure how that's possible, maybe you can sit behind me." Hvitserk smiled, "great, I like to sound of that." You pressed a kiss to his forearm, "I am the luckiest woman in the world."

Fin

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[profoundtyrantharmony]

Hey everyone !!

I again need your help. Does any of you know of good multi-chapter fic about vikings x reader, preferably ivar x reader or poly ragnarssons x reader.

Thanks in avance, self mention is appreciated as always.

I'll be waiting for your fics rec and I'm eager to read them.

Thanks 🥰🤗

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[dragonsoftheeast]

will i ever reach the floor

Siggy tries to occupy herself while her family goes on a hunt.

Written for @vikingsevents Autumn Equinox Challenge Day 6: Mushroom

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Siggy tries to occupy herself while her family is on a hunt.

Written for Vikings Autumn Equinox Challenge Day 6: Mushroom

One autumn morning, Siggy's father announces that he will be taking his brothers on a hunt.

It will be the first for Ivar. Now that Aslaug has allowed him to train, she seems to be letting more and more slide. He of course has seized on the opening, training daily and still finding time to attend court in the afternoon. But a hunt? Several days away from home, out in the wilderness? She is sure to say no.

When Aslaug continues to eat dinner calmly, the brothers look at each other with barely hidden excitement. But they cannot show it to their mother, for fear of her changing her mind.

"You will remember to take him on the stretcher," She only says, and holds out her cup for more wine.

"I will bring back a stag for you, Mother," Ivar promises.

"No!" The other boys chorus. 

True, he is the best shot out of them, but none of them are willing to say so to him. Then, as competitive as ever, they begin to promise Aslaug greater and greater prizes.

Only when Sigurd promises a bear's heart does Siggy pipe up.

"Can I go along?"

Five heads swivel towards her.

"I can shoot." She points out to their silence. "And I can skin."

"I think you're a little too small for this," Ubbe says, very kindly.

"Besides, shooting isn't everything," Sigurd says, elbowing Ivar. "Hunting is about instincts. Being in the wild."

"This is for sons of Ragnar," Ivar cuts in, a little too enthusiastically. He is already excited to be included. He cannot abide another joining in.

Despite the boys being technically her uncles, they are close enough in age that they are functionally her brothers. Ubbe is seven years her elder, and Ivar only two. They have grown up together. She even trains alongside them. Well, except for Ivar and his secret lessons. But she is the littlest, and a girl to boot, and is therefore forced to be  the tagalong kid.

Unlike most tagalong kids, Siggy can tell when she's not wanted. But she plays her last card.

"Father, surely you would not mind me?"

All five heads turn back to him, five pairs of blue eyes boring into him, waiting for an answer.

He hesitates, his eyes flitting around them before looking to her.

"We would worry about you," he says finally. She slumps in defeat and finishes her meal in silence.

When they leave, her father pats her heavily on the head.

"Prepare for a lot of rabbit," he whispers in her ear, and winks. She stifles a giggle, and each of her uncles sets a heavy hand on her head as they pass, even Ivar.

"Take your glove off first," She mumbles, and he makes sure to muss up her hair for saying that.

She's quiet that night while she weaves. She wants to sulk. This is supposed to become a cloak for Sigurd, but she thinks she'll keep it for herself. 

"Why don't you prepare a meal for when they return?" Aslaug suggests instead.

She brightens at that.

Ha! They will probably come back starving, and when they see her big meal, they will have to beg for it! She grins at the thought and her strokes with the comb go just a little bit faster.

The next morning she straps her little sword to her side- one cannot be too careful- and takes a basket into the woods to find mushrooms.

She should gather them herself, she reasons. After all, what better way to show her independence? She can provide!

She spends all day finding some. It is a long walk to the forest- the city seems to be getting bigger every day. The trees have turned golden, and she squints against the sunlight in the forest, searching among the rich dark soil for her quarry. There is a bit of triumph in finding every bit of them, and she imagines her grateful uncles every time she cuts them free.

Terrified of accidentally poisoning her family, she sticks only to the ones she knows- they have large leathery gray caps, or tiny thin stalks and white nubs at their tips. 

And even then, she takes them to the cooks in the kitchen to check them for her, just in case.

She can see some of them trying to hide their amusement at her caution, but she disregards them. She has to remain focused on her task.

On the day they are supposed to return from their hunt, Siggy gets up, determined to 

She slices through the mushrooms clumsily- for all her finesse with a sword, the rubbery texture of the fungus makes things too slippery for her to make even cuts.

The slaves are amused to see her in the kitchen again, but they leave her to her corner to try to make a stew by herself.

Her stew is finished when the hunters return. As her father had predicted, his back is laden with nearly a dozen rabbits, but slung across Ubbe's back is a fairly sizable deer.

"I made soup for you all," She calls out to them, waving wildly.

As her father goes to unbidden himself of the various animals, her uncles gather around the table.

Ubbe smiles and eats and tells her that it is very tasty,  but he is always too courteous, too afraid to offend.

Hvitserk eats without discretion, so his shrug and reaching for a second helping does not provide anything helpful either.

Sigurd finishes and tells her "Not bad." She decides maybe she'll finish up that cloak for him then. Maybe use that rabbit fur for some lining.

Ivar takes one bite and spits it back out. 

"This is disgusting."

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[crowwritesaway]

Ivar the Boneless Loyal Friend, Raven Masterlist

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[angelltheninth]

Viking Men Coming Home from a Battle

Pairing: Ivar, Ragnar, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Harekr x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, reunion, kissing, cuddles, injuries, bragging, size difference, bruises, Reader being lifted up

A/N: Did I watch the whole show and its sequel just because Bradley James appears in it for 5 episodes? No, of course not! That's be crazy, that'd be... ok yes I did.

Ivar is already home before you arrive, sitting on the bed and smiling at you. He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap as soon as you're within his reach. Sweaty as he may be he's not letting you go without giving you a kiss. There needs to be some time that you spend cuddling in his lap before he's ready to let you go, he's missed you, he's missed how you feel, how your soft lips feel on his rough ones. He needs a reminder.

Ragnar announces his return at the door. He leans against the doorframe and waits for you to run into his loving arms, lifting you up and spinning you around and into a kiss. He takes his time kissing you and running his hands over your body, slowly, paying attention to the way your breath stops and the way you gasp. The house smells nice so he can only assume you've been making food, such a shame because it's about to go cold, he needs to bed his wife first.

Rollo brags heavily about his victories and battles long into the night while holding you against his chest. He's loud, laughing and very animated as he talks to you but as soon as he's done he goes quiet as he melts into your embrace, needing your touch as much as he needed that rush of a new conquest. As his lover you find the two sides of him complementary, giggling at his soft smile when you brush his hair off his forehead and give him a soft kiss as welcome.

Ubbe brings you gifts when he comes home, the biggest being his kiss and smile of course but also new rings and necklaces that he's made for you on his way back. He would love to make love to you tonight but he's too tired from battle, so you'll have to settle for him nuzzling his head against your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair, unraveling his braid while he drifts off to sleep, only managing to give you a few sleepy kisses.

Hvitserk sneaks into the house and embraces you from behind, laughing as you struggle which lets you know that its him. Good thing you realized it because you were just about to kick him between his legs. That'd be painful, plus bad for what he has planned for later. But for now he wants to cup your face and gently press kisses to your cheeks. He's back, and he's not letting you leave his side until he has another battle to go to, he's just missed you so much.

Harekr can't wait to get you into his bed. He's kissing you the second he walks through the door, his hands running over your body, trying to get your clothes off, trying to eliminate any barriers between your bodies before he carries you to bed and makes your body familiar with his again. After the fun is done he can devote some time to his bruises and injuries, you take priority to those any day. If he is bruised up them you need some too, less severe and panful but visible non the less.

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[axelsagewrites]

Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

Masterlist here

As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

 You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

-

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

-

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

-

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

-

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?”  Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

-

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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Hi, would like to make a Vikings request, :)

Hvitserk x Female Reader / or Ivar x Female Reader.

I was thinking of something like she is trained by him (sword fighting/archery) but he has made it a point to give her tips on many other things, he watches closely what she eats, what she does, and he even tries to give her tips on women problems.

(Would love to have a really funny story). Thanks in advance :)

Greetings Pop.

I hope this fits your request! Tell me what you thought of it!

-Monique ^^

kind advice.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: none, swearing?

977 Words

Being friends with Hvitserk was hard, harder than one might think. People believed that Ivar was the most moody and annoying son of Ragnar, but he was in fact not. Hvitserk was even worse when he helped her train to become a shield-maiden. Command after command, it was hideous, but she needed his help.

Ubbe was busy with his newly married bride, Sigurd wasn't very fond of her because she was friends with the brother he despised the most. So training with Hvitserk while Ivar watched and occasionally laughed at his older brother getting his ass handed back to him by a girl, was her only option left.

"Brother!" A chuckle made them both stop in their track, looking towards the boy distracting them. "You seem to be getting worse and worse every seconds." Another laughed followed, making the man underneath the girl grunt in annoyance. "Shut up, Ivar!" Getting off of him she smiled, helping him up, earning a smile in return.

Wiping his face he couldn't help but smirk, knowing how he went easy on her until now. "What are you smirking for?" A teasing grin on her face as she got back into her start position. "You're just gonna taste the dirt and mud again." Another laugh sounding from where Ivar sat, making Hvitserk roll his eyes, but not losing his smirk.

After another fight, she was the one on the ground breathing heavily under the smirking man. "You got a little dirt on your face." The teasing tone in his voice, making her angry and frustrated as she pushed him off. Laughing he got up, raising his hands in defense. Seeing her wipe her bloody nose, made him put his arms down, smirking slightly. "You always move the same way, each movement is predictable for your opposite. Try changing that."

After many tries and even more tries she finally was able to get better, a pout on her face because of how hard it actually was to beat Hvitserk and a frown on Ivars face because of how his brother did in fact not get his ass kicked by a girl. 

Walking back to Kattegad Ivar wouldn't stop complaining while Hvitserk continued watching her closely. "You walk weird." He broke his silence after a while, making the girl opening her mouth just to close it again, making him grin in return. "Maybe that's why you're fighting is so sloppy. Of course it could be-" He was about to continue his torment as Ubbe walked up to them, a kind smile on his features. 

"Mother wanted me to come get you to feast with her. You too." He nodded at the girl, giving her a playful grin. She admired Ubbe, he was almost exactly like she remembered Ragnar to be, back when she was little. Smiling back she walked quietly with the other boys to the great hall. A smile spread on Aslaugs face as she saw her sons and their friend enter. 

Seeing the food on the table everyone quickly set down, taking what they could, putting it on their plates. Hvitserk was smirking, studying the girls plate. "Maybe you shouldn't eat so much, it will slow you down if you get-" Sending him a sharp glare the girl swallowed the piece of fish she had in her mouth. "Hvits, I swear to the gods, if  you finish this sentence I will shove my sword so far up your-" A cough from Aslaug interrupter her, making her blush and look down, mumbling a quiet apology towards the woman. 

The grin on Hvitserk face only grew, seeing how he got under her skin as he himself finished his drink and food. As they all sat in different spots, busying themselves with anything they could. Watching her he realized another thing that would make her furious. With an even brighter grin he got up and sat down on a tree stump behind her. "Are you having your woman problem?" 

With confusion she turned towards him raising an eyebrow. "My mother told me about the problem a woman has once a month, you know bleeding out of your..." His face scrunched up in disgust. "Maybe that's ruining your fighting. I mean that must be bad, maybe you can stop that by cutting something out of you? Maybe you could go to the Seer and he could help you with that making it stop." 

"I'm asking this with all my love I have for you Hvits, really." A snort escaped her as she tried to suppress her chuckle. "Did Ragnar drop you as a baby?" His face turned into a slight frown. "Even if he did, I was still giving you good advice."  Rolling her eyes she got up with a chuckle. "Of course cutting out my uterus and not being able to have children anymore, sounds like good advice." A small smile now on his face too as he watched her get up.

Giving him a quick kiss she grinned down at him. "You're more attractive if you keep your mouth shut, Hvits. Same time tomorrow in the woods?" A small giggle escaping her as she turned away, saying her goodbyes to the others. Leaving an extremely confused Hvitserk back on his spot. Ivar couldn't hold himself back anymore, laughing after seeing his brothers red cheeks and wide eyes. "Gods! You should see yourself." A laugh now coming out of Ubbes direction, making Hvitserk blush even more and get up. 

"Oh shut up." He said, throwing a cup into each of their directions, only making them laugh harder at the lovestruck look on his as he walked out of the room. "She got him wrapped around her finger." Ubbe said after calming down a bit. Ivar frowned slightly, trying his best to hide it. "Who isn't..." He whispered quietly crawling back outside, leaving his brother by himself. 

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