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milkb0nny · 11 days

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Hello. I saw the open request box and I didn’t know if you would be open to write something for Bjorn? Is he a character that you like? Do you have a favourite character from Series Vikings? I read a lot of your work and it’s so beautiful. Would you be able to write something about and obsessed Bjorn with reader and maybe some smuttyness ✨✨✨Mybe she joins him on the first trip to the Mediterranean 😍😍Andhe can see her from the ship across speaking to Floki and Helga ?

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Björn x neutral!reader

Björn: A man obsessing over you

Summary: Björn, who is known to be an adventurous and lustful lover, finally caught an endless desire: you. Though, how is he to portray his passion and admiration towards you?

Note: Thank you for your request! Björn is an... okay character. I rewatched the series so many times and with every rewatch I'm able to like him more. Still, he's far away from being a favorite. 😭 I love Ivar and Floki, as well as Helga and Torvi. Also - the smüt might be a little... Well, I usually don't write smüt. 🫠

Warnings: a little smüt, lustful behavior

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⚜️ When Björn fell for you, his attention became laser-focused on you. The first spark emerged just like with other women, though with you he felt he couldn't reach you. You were different - hard to get yet playful. He's known for his ambition and drive, but when he's in love, that intensity is redirected towards his beloved. His mind desired you, his body burned for your touch and his eyes were always glued on your very beautiful features. Every decision he made was influenced by thoughts of you.

⚜️ He kindly offered you drinks, a lovely chat or a sweet tease to make him seem interesting. Your personality was not only captivating but making him obsessive. Björn's love manifested as a fierce protectiveness - and an unhealthy obsession with you. He was almost obsessive about keeping you safe, especially on the way to the Mediterranean Sea. He secretly checked on you - your health, your daily activities and your bonds with others.

⚜️ Although his history with cheating is well known, he's also a jealous person. He despised to view you with other men or women who glared at you with lust. Björn felt entitled to you as if he had owned the right to you. No one should come too close, no one should touch your precious body without his permission. Though you weren't his, he still kept barging in whenever a person insisted perverted intentions.

⚜️ Björn is not one who opens up. He prefers to be viewed as the strong provider, a fearless man and a good soldier. However everyone is vulnerable. Björn found himself in a difficult position: he wanted to be vulnerable to show you his honest love though he didn't want to lose his identity as a powerful man. Throughout your time together you watched the thick wall break into pieces little by little. You learned about his flaws, his emotional struggles and especially about his insufferable self esteem. Deep inside he was more insecure than you ever had anticipated. Nevertheless you loved him for sharing that with you which was another reason to never let you go. You knew things no one else was supposed to know. In order to keep his secrets hidden, he needed to make you his. His only.

⚜️ As Björn's love deepens, so does his desperation to hold onto it. Emotions crept up his mind he had never encountered before with anyone else. A strange feeling, robbing his thoughts at night. He fears losing you, his passion, more than anything else and is willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness or ambitions. You did not only entertain him, you showed him how true love looked like. The feeling of your warmth was unique and too worthy to ever let go of. Your embrace motivated him to fight for his ambitions but you also scared him. You could not only pass away during battle, but sicknesses also haunt people's lives. A constant bitter taste - one that made him into a loyal husband.

⚜️ His care showed through intimate times as well. Whenever you begged him for nightly adventures, he was more than ready to fulfill your desires. However, in the back of his foggy mind, he would always make sure you're comfortable. Scaring you or hurting you during such vulnerable actions frightened him. Even if his thrusts were rough and heavy, his hands kept softly petting your shoulders.

⚜️ His obsession with you came so far, that he never engages in positions where he can't see your face. Oh, how he adores your flushed red face, your closed eyes and the messy hair of yours. Björn was convinced he would miss out on your heavenly being if the two of you would not see each other during the deed.

⚜️ Björn is a master of seduction, and he loves to show his affection through physical intimacy. Whatever he lays his eyes on isn't safe from his flirtatious attempts. Especially with you he loved to take his time. Playfulness was a form of embracing his love: he would tease you, give you soft pecks and would tickle you only to hear you laugh. From tender caresses to steamy embraces, every touch is filled with desire and longing. He'll tease and flirt shamelessly, always keeping you on your toes with his witty banter and mischievous grin. After all, you were the one for him.

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crossroadsandloudmusic · 2 years

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Another announcement! I have recently started the Vinland saga on Netflix and let me tell y’all something,

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH VINLAND WRITERS ON THIS APP, therefore I have taken it upon myself to start writing for said series. I offer everything from fluff, smut, to my absolute favorite that I can’t ever seem to get enough of…YANDERE!!!!!!!

So if there is anyone interested just send in a request❤️

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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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.

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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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witchthewriter · 2 years

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・ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ・

➜ female reader, requests are open!

SFW ✨

◌ You would have the respect, not only of the people of Kattegat but of his mother as well. So that means you’re basically royalty

◌ He shows his love by physical touch and gift-giving. Although he would leave on many adventures; he would always bring something back for you. (You have gone with him many, many times but Kattegat is your home and it is where you like to be.)

◌ You would probably train as a shield-maiden, if you weren’t already one.

◌ He would get very, very jealous if anyone else looked at you with lust-filled eyes. This jealousy would probably be squashed quickly because who would want to anger the Bjorn Ironside?

◌ You fit in with the family well, Ubbe is very close to you. You share similar ideas about the world.

◌ It wouldn’t matter if you were born in Kattegat, or you met Bjorn on his travels. He isn’t prejudiced that way.

◌ If you had a family, and you wouldn’t want to leave them, then he would offer to keep them safe in Kattegat. There they would live close by and you wouldn’t feel homesick. Who wouldn’t want to live a royal life?

◌ If you had siblings, he would bond with your brother(s) very easily, thinking of them as his own. If you had sisters then he would act the same, offering them a position as shield-maiden also.

◌ He loves it when you let your hair down and be your wild self.

◌ He is nearly always the big spoon, but does like to lay on your chest or stomach

◌ He would get a tattoo to signify your marriage, somewhere along his chest to match the other ones he has

◌ He loves when you gently touch his tattoos; it tickles and likes the feeling of goosebumps

◌ He was a bit of a show-off when he was initially trying to catch your eye. You scoffed ... a lot.

◌ Very protective, I mean very - but once he knows that you have trained well then he feels less worried.

NSFW (18+)

◌ Very rough sex, but the more you grow emotionally the more ... intense it becomes

◌ Hair pulling from both of you

◌ Would fuck on the throne, he wouldn’t care who walked in

◌ Most definitely, at all times, likes to be in charge.

◌ Has a breeding kink, and always wants to cum inside of you. Fill you up with his seed so you’re round with his child

◌ He’s more vocal than you thought he would be

◌ Likes doggy the best, your ass bent up in the air, waiting for him. He likes to thrust so deep that you nearly stop breathing

◌ He’s well over 6 foot so he loves picking you up, having your legs wrap around his waist and fuck you against the wall

◌ Lots of lip biting/pulling with his own mouth, with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.

◌ Does like it when either of you are restrained and blindfolded. Loves watching you squirm and whine

◌ Has made you scream for his cock before

#bjorn lothbrok #bjorn ironside #bjorn x you #bjorn headcanons #bjorn ironside headcanons #dating would include #vikings #vikings headcanon #bjorn imagine #bjorn ragnarsson

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queenquinzel715 · 2 years

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Bjorn Ironside 18+

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4. Bjorn 18+

When Queen Kwenthrith came to Wessex I just knew she would cause problems. The kingdom of Wessex already had to lookout for Vikings sailing back. I remember when they first came here I was a young girl, and they caused a lot of death without even raiding. Once the Vikings finally did show up they sat down with the King, and tried to negotiate for land. King Ecbert informs them they have to fight with Queen Kwenthrith before they could get land.

During their negotiations Ragnar's son Bjorn was watching me as I stood behind Queen Kwenthrith. I was ordered to be her servant while she stayed here. He had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, and they caused goosebumps as I looked in them. He seemed to always be watching me, while we were loading up, while we traveled to camp, he did help me with the heavy things, but he still didn't say anything, just went back to setting up.

The night before battle there was a tense feeling over the camp. People were getting their weapons ready, praying to their own God or Gods, and some were eating everything they could get their hands on. Since Queen Kwenthrith was having her own fun I was able to just sit and relax. Just as I was about to go into my tent I saw Bjorn sharpening his ax, and realized I haven't seen him with any food today. I got him a bowl of the stew that was made, and a couple pieces of bread.

"You won't be much of a fight if you starve to death." I joke as I place the bowl and bread plate in front of him.

I smiled to myself as I went back to my tent, and got my linens in order to patch up the warriors. I was just about done when the flap to my tent is pushed open, and Bjorn walks in. He looks down at me as I sit next to my trunk, and ties the flap shut. I stay on my knees as he walks over to me, and runs his hand over my head. I slowly rise to my knees following my hands as they rub up his muscular legs. I lock eyes with him as I untie his pants. He lets them fall to the floor.

"Untie your dress." He practically orders.

He throws his shirt to the side as I untie my dress, letting my chest fall out. My eyes fell on his hard member. I softly grip it in my hand, making him gasp. He starts to move his hips along with my hand. I couldn't stop myself from licking when I saw a drop coming out. He grabs me from under my arms, and lifts me to my feet. His hand grips the back of my neck as he kisses me hard. While his lips move to my neck his big arm goes around my waist. He slightly lifts me to sit on my trunk. My legs open for him almost immediately.

"Gods look at you. All open for a Viking." He taunts me as his hands run down to my hips. "You think it's proper?" He softly talks into my ear.

"Do you care?" I breathlessly respond.

He smirks as he starts kissing from my collarbone to below my ear. His hand moves to my chest, pinching my nipple with his rough fingers. I grip his long hair as he moves down to lick over my nipple he just pinched. I moan as I arch against him, causing his member to slide over my center.

"Bjorn please." I moan.

He reaches between us, rubbing himself against my opening, and slowly enters me. I grip onto his shoulders when he gets to the barrier, but he stops. He stops when I grip his shoulders. He takes my hand in his, breaking through as he kisses my wrist. I squeeze my knees into his sides as I gasp loudly. As he starts to move against me my mind wonders. I never thought sex would be like this. I also never thought I'd lose my virginity for a Viking. I didn't realize I was completely out of it until I heard my own moans. I bite my lips to try to quiet down. I just knew the whole camp could hear me. He kisses me using his tongue to unleash my lip. I could feel the bruising grip he has on my hip, and I need him to grab me everywhere.

"Mine." He groans in my ear.

"Yes." I moan back.

With one hand on the back of my neck, the other around my waist he just starts pounding away. I could only grip his sides, and hide my face on his shoulder. I even tried biting his shoulder to stop from screaming, but I just worry I bit him too hard. He groaned as he started to lose his pace, and my stomach was tightening hard. He moves my head to lean his forehead to mine, and with one last ram we finish together. I couldn't feel anything other than the little tingles that moved over my body.

Bjorn lifts me, holding me to his chest as he walks to the bed. I felt so content in his arms I gave him a light kiss on his chest. He lays me on the bed I was given, but moves toward his clothes.

"You're leaving?" I ask, I could hear how desperate my voice sounds.

"No, I'm getting this fur." He comes back with a smirk.

He felt so warm as he laid next to me. His arms felt like he would protect me against anything. I fell asleep instantly. I woke from the best sleep I ever had to an empty bed. He must be getting ready with his people. As I got dressed I noticed a dagger laying next to my trunk. I giggle a little as I pick it up, and use my wrap to cover it. I walked around trying to find Bjorn, but ran into Queen Kwenthrith first.

"Ah (y/n) I am going with Ragnar to battle, so just get ready for everyone's return." Queen Kwenthrith tells me with a smile.

"Just be careful my lady." I offer her a soft smile as she walks away.

When I finally find Bjorn he seemed to be looking for something. I quietly walk up behind him, and hold my arm up.

"Looking for something." I giggle as his body freezes.

He turns to see his dagger in my hand, and takes it from me. He goes to put it with the rest of his weapons. I thought he wasn't going to say anything, so I went to walk away. He pulls me back to him, with my back to his chest, and his face in my neck. I lean back for a moment before turning to face him.

"Be careful." I play with his hammer necklace.

He softly pulls my face up to his, and looks in my eyes. I smile at him as he kisses me softly.

"I will." His eyes hold the promise.

The warriors left just a little after breakfast, and the ones that were left got everything ready. I kept moving around the camp to keep myself busy. I can't believe I've gotten so attached to him after just a short time. When there was nothing left to do I went to Bjorn's tent, and waited for him. I could hear the commotion from them returning. I heard cheering more than anything, so I just waited. Bjorn finally came in with blood and dirt all over him. I was so happy to see him standing in one piece. I hugged him, not caring about him being dirty.

"Let's get you cleaned up. I have fresh clothes for you." I smiled at him.

We walked to the small river that was away from everyone. I helped him take his armor off, and while he was getting the blood off of himself I got it off his armor. I was too distracted to see him swimming closer to me, and when he pulled me in I squealed like a mouse. When I came up he was laughing, so I splashed him.

"I was being nice, and you soak me." I sass.

"I thought you'd want some help to get the blood off of you, and I wanted you against me." He gets closer as he speaks.

I smile as I kiss him with my hands on the back of his head. I feel him moving my dress out of the way as I wrap my legs around him. He kisses my neck as he slides into me making me moan, and grip onto him. He holds onto my hips to move me against him. All I could do was moan into his neck, and pull at his hair. He squeezes me tightly to his chest as he groans loud and finishes inside me.

As we get out he gets dressed in his clean clothes, and then wraps me in the fur he brought. I laugh as he picks me up, and carries me back to my tent. After I get changed we lay in my bed until the feast. During the feast I had to serve Queen Kwenthrith, and he sat with his father. At some point Queen Kwenthrith went to her tent with some Viking men, and I was finally able to sit down next to the fire. I wasn't alone for long until King Ragnar sat next to me.

"Hello King Ragnar. Is there something I could get for you?" I ask properly.

"My son has his mother's heart, and his father's mind." He says while he pokes at the fire. "That's how I know you'll be the only one who calms his mind when the storms start." He talks like a riddle.

"I'm not a free woman, King Ragnar. I couldn't be with him even if I wanted to." I tell him somberly.

"He will ask you to be with him, and you will be able to make your own decisions." He leaves after that.

I haven't seen Bjorn in a while, so I just went to my tent. As I relax I see a lovely necklace laying on my bed. It looks like a shield. I put it on with a big smile. As I laid in bed I played with the necklace thinking of how I could convince the king to let me leave. Even if I did want to go with Bjorn.

As the sun started to rise I heard footsteps near the opening of my tent. I grab the lid to my trunk, and raise it over my head as the person cuts the ties to the flap. I had to quickly drop the lid as I noticed it was Bjorn. He just chuckles at me as he sees my weapon of choice.

"Shut up. It would've done the job." I put my hands on my hips.

"I'll get you a real weapon, love." He laughs.

"Where were you last night?" I hug his waist.

"I couldn't see you be a slave to that crazy woman." His voice goes dark making me look up at him.

"She's actually much nicer than others I've served for." I say trying to make it better.

"That isn't the point. I can't see someone as beautiful and smart as you be a servant." He holds me close to his chest.

"There isn't anything I can do about it."

We just sat around until it was time to start packing up. We were leaving soon to get back to the castle by sunrise. I wasn't allowed to do anything, because according to Bjorn he did the packing for me. I would just giggle when he would take something from my hands. I was made to ride with Queen Kwenthrith when we were riding back, so I didn't get to see Bjorn.

Once in Wessex Queen Kwenthrith introduced her brother Burgred, a weak man in my opinion, to King Ecbert. As I put together their room I heard her tell her close guard to put a vile of something into the wine. I kept to myself like I was taught, but once I was given my leave I ran to the Viking quarters. I couldn't run fast enough. I finally got to the rooms I banged on the first door. King Ragnar opened the door.

"Queen Kwenthrith poisoned the wine at dinner. Don't drink it." I say out breath.

"What? Come in." He pulled me into his room where Bjorn, Lagertha were sitting.

"(Y/n)." Bjorn rushes to me. "What happened?" He holds the side of my face as he looks me over.

"Queen Kwenthrith ordered her guard to pour poison into the wine jugs at dinner. She told him to tell her other guards to not drink it." I told them, and as I talked Bjorn stood behind me with his arm around me.

Ragnar left as soon as I was finished. I finally relaxed as Bjorn squeezed me harder. Lagertha smiles as she walks to us.

"So you are (y/n). My son has talked a lot about you." She took my hand in hers.

"All good I hope." We laugh.

Until Ragnar returns the three of us sit and tell stories about our lives. When Ragnar did return he told us to not drink the wine, and to be on the lookout. While we walk to the dining hall Bjorn stops me.

"I want you to go back to Kattegat with me, and be with me." He pulls me to him by my waist.

"Bjorn I would if I could. I'm a servant to the King I can't leave." I kiss him softly.

I went to the dining hall to prepare with the other servants. I did give them a warning about the wine, because I couldn't see innocent people get hurt. Dinner was moving along until Queen Kwenthrith gave a speech about her family, and how her and her brother would rule together. It was really heart touching until he drank the poisoned wine, and Kwenthrith didn't look too shocked. Some her brother had died completely, everyone poured their wine to the floor surprising Queen Kwenthrith.

"How?" She looks around until she sees me looking at her. "You?" She tries to march toward me, but Bjorn blocks her.

King Ecbert tells her she is nothing, but a weak mental little girl who doesn't deserve her crown. He stabs her right there, and lets her fall on top of her brother. He orders guards to take them out.

"Well if that is all, new wine please." He orders his servants.

"I have something I want to discuss with you, King Ecbert." Bjorn requests as they sit down.

"What could that be, son?"

"I want to take (y/n) back to Kattegat with me as a free woman." I dropped the tray I was carrying when he said that.

King Ecbert looks to Ragnar then to me, and then nods to Bjorn.

"She is a free woman." King Ecbert gives the order.

Bjorn pulls me to his lap with a big grin on his face. I still had a shocked look on my face. I can't believe I'm actually free, and I'm able to be with Bjorn. We all go back to the celebration dinner, and enjoy the company.

When we get back to Kattegat I meet Bjorn's stepmother, and younger brothers. Bjorn helps me get settled, and asks me to marry him. I thought the people wouldn't like that idea, but word spread fast about me helping them in England. Lagertha helped me get the wedding in order, and a lovely woman named Helga helped with my dress. I felt like an angel that fell from heaven with my flower crown, and dress. I actually learned the next day I was with child, and Bjorn seemed to actually worship me. I would constantly get gifts, and body rubs. When I gave birth to our son, Ecbar, it was like I was his goddess.

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popcorn1989 · 2 years

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If you ask the Viking boys how their day was

Ivar the God

Glad you are interested in him

Embellishes everything pompously, after all, he is a god and does divine things.

You are not quite sure if he is telling the truth when he said he killed a deer with a single dagger throw.

He tells how he caught a fish with his hands, but threw it back into the water because the fish had spoken to him.

Odin would have sent him a special message today, but he doesn't tell you what it is (yes, you know, don't you?).

Doesn't ask you once how your day was, because he's far from finished with his

Speaks with hands and feet…. Huh, I mean, facial expressions

Then ask you, what you think about it. I don't know, play dumb, be happy for him and tell him how great he is, it's better for you.

Halfdan the Bored

He didn't know if you are serious about the question

After the third time of asking, he thinks about how to start.

He starts laughing and looks around as he comes closer to you

Starts from the beginning, how he was awake, what he has eaten and what he was thinking as he does it

When you look sideways, bored, he nudges you.

Tells everything exactly, no embellishment, because he found the day super interesting

In the end, you regret it because he only fished with Bjorn. But now you know that there will be pike for dinner. Super

He asks you how your day was. Yeah, you could have saved your sentences. Attention span like a mouse, but he's nice, and when you finish a sentence he gets it and says good. Thanks for that....

Hvitserk the Drunkenness

He smiles sheepishly at the question and first pours you a beer

Pours you beer when yours is empty and gets you snacks,

He asks you about your day without having told you about his.

Listens to you attentively and asks if he notices that you have experienced something special.

You are already a bit tipsy and you both laugh about trivial things. The glass fell out of your hand, he laughed and spat his Beer all over the table.

By now, you have forgotten what you were talking about and what you were actually asking him.

You both get the stupid idea of teasing Ubba and both get an enema from him that you shouldn't get too drunk.

The next morning, you wake up naked next to him with a fucking hangover. No idea what happened, ask yourself

Bjorn the Grumpy

It seems super suspicious to him what you want to achieve with the question

He gives you a nasty look when you explain that you were just trying to be nice.

He scares you when he comes up to you and just stands in front of you. Run?

If you are female, young and single, his gaze changes. Run?

Says his day was good and tries to touch you. If you are a man, he puts a hand on his sword. (The one made of iron! Please...)

Ask you how your day was, again it depends on the gender. With females, probably nice and seductive, with males, threatening.

You quickly decide to say that yours was good too, but no more, get out of here fast. Or ?

There are now several ways to do this. Males should take their legs in their hands and walk. Young women should run, but that is your decision.

Floki the Madman

He starts with the gods, because everything we do is directed by them.

Tells you about the trees he cut down and wants to show you, jumping up as he does so. Go or don't go with him, I would.

Having decided to go along (meaning me) you may stroke his wood. (huh? Wood!)

While stroking it, he explains to you why the grain of the wood is important.

Now that you are already at home with him, you may also touch the new sails. I've just got it with the stroking, don't ask me.

At the end, you sit with him and Helga in front of the fire and they both tell you Odin's story. In the end, you don't know how you got here, but you have a lot of fun.

Floki asks you if you want to help him tomorrow, but you're not sure if you feel like touching trees, because let's face it, we all have no idea how Floki finds the right trees. And for the next few days, you've stroked enough wood.

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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years

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How you met the Ragnarssons (Dane addition)

Bjorn Ironside

You both had grown up alongside each other. It was as if your parents wanted you two to marry when the time came. When Bjorn went to get his arm bracelet your father let you tag along to support the newly turned man. Gyda loved you and invited you over to anything and everything. Lagertha convinced your mother to allow you to train under the famous shield-maiden. You hoped to one day go on a raid alongside Bjorn. But (for now) he just thought of you as a loyal friend he could rant to about the Christian priest Athelstan and not being allowed on the raids with his father.

Ubbe

In times of need your family were always loyal allies to the Lothbroks. Your farm was isolated, no town anywhere near it. Sometimes it seemed not even the gods could touch you there. Though this seemed to be an advantage that was needed in times of unrest.Your parents had provided shelter to the young sons of Aslaug, Rollo, and Aslaug herself a single moon before you were born. And now it seems Ubbe was in need once more of shelter this time it was from his own brother.

You were tending to salting your excess meat from your recent hunt, when bone rattling banging came from your door. Just as your parents had taught you, you unseathed your dagger holding it firmly as you went to your door.

“Who are you and what is your business ?” You were proud your voice was unwavering.

“Is that young (y/n) ?” the voice did not identify until it realized you were not going to answer. “We are seeking shelter. I am Lagertha there's probably twenty or so men, women, and children who-” She did not have to finish as you flung open the door to reveal the all to famous shield-maiden and a tall man with a long strip of hair down the middle of his head.

“You need not explain any further. I will carry out the oath my parents pledged long ago. There's meat being prepared, water in the jug on the table, vegetables on the table ready, and a warm hearth for all your people. “ The women standing there embraced you.

“It is young (y/n). You look just like your mother.” She pulled back and looked into your eyes, placing a hand on your face then stepping inside.

“Ubbe, at your service.” The man dipped his head slightly in respect of sorts.

Hvitserk

You had been born in the same year as Siggy (Bjorns child) but your parents weren’t of the same rank as any of the Lothbroks. So you hadn’t truly met any of them in your youth. No, it was not until Margrethes marriage to Ubbe that you were “blessed” with the presence of the infamous sons of Ragnar. Your family was providing the bread for the feast after. You could thank your mother and father for being the town's bakers for that. Today was one of the rare days your clothes were clean of flour and your hair wasn’t up in a mess. You looked radiant if you did say so yourself and let's be honest here you did. It was a breath of relief that one of the princes was finally getting married, secretly it was the topic of much gossip for the people of Kattegat. Even you were getting proposed to by a few. And it seemed that you had caught the sight of a certain warrior during the feast.

Everything was going smoothly, you were sitting at a table with your friends laughing and eating. The volume you all were making filled the hall. On top of this there were also probably fifty other people present.

“So I hear that your family deserves thanks for some of this meal.” In an instant the conversations stop. The comment came from Hvitserk who had sat himself in front of you.

“Your presence here at our table is enough Hvitserk.” A few snickers from your friends were heard but then they got the idea that they should talk once more in order to ease tensions.

“Well now I feel at a disadvantage. You know my name but I am unaware of yours,” He was still confident in himself, not even phased by your comments.

“(Y/n), the child of the bakers.”

To be completely honest Hvitserk came over here as a way of recovering from no longer having Margrethe. He wanted a simple hump to distract his mind. And maybe deep down he still wanted that but he was shocked to find you could bounce jokes with him. Now he was going to see how long he can just simply be in your presence and enjoy your company.

Sigurd

You had lived in Kattegat for as long as you could remember. Most of which Ragnar wasn’t even there, he was lost to his people after the defeat in Paris. Now though his sons were grown men way past the age of marriage. The Kingdom also wasn’t right, despite Bjorns attempts to keep the peace, the Queen had little grip on her people. Thieves ran around and justice was being served to no one. But you had your small corner with the other musicians, where everything could slip away. This was where the gods were calm and Bragi touched midgard. And now ? Now you were singing a hearty song meant for two. The beat echoed through your body even a flute entered into the chorus.

“My dearest one, my darling dear your mighty words astound me but I’ve no need of mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me,” Children had come now as they always do and started to dance in their own way among each other. They were free.

“But I would bring you rings of gold. I’d even sing you poetry and I would keep you from all harm ! If you would stay beside me,” Came the light masculine voice a few paces away. Momentarily the music stopped and heads turned to the voice. It was one of the younger princes, Sigurd. He hitched a brow up in a pointed look, “Do not stop on my benefit.”

Just like that everything was back in motion.

“I have no need for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry. I only want your hand to hold.” You and him met each in a few strides and interlocked hands. Dancing to the song and the children around you. He continued without thinking.

“I only want you near me.”

He could’ve sworn you were a witch because he was completely enchanted by you in a way that could only be possible by a spell.

Ivar the Boneless

When King Halder Finehair first ventured to Kattegat your father brought you along as you were his first born. The King gave his blessing and practically took you under his wing to guide you when your father was busy with his duties. Even going as far as to personally introduce you to the queen and her sons. The one was nice enough you supposed but the one that caught your interest was Ivar. It seemed that he was also intrigued by you as he couldn’t stop staring at you. Admittedly you were a little intimidated by the family.

“And (Y/n) this is young Ivar.” Halder spoke with a smile on his face. It was warm as if he were looking at a child of his own. You looked up to the King for guidance and he just nodded.

“Hi, Ivar. The gods have blessed me with the opportunity to meet you and your family.” You smiled at all the members, even the mother.

“Well aren’t you just,” the mother paused looking back and forth between you and King Halder “the sweetest.” There was a level of malice in her voice that Halder picked up on but went right over your young head because all your attention was back on Ivar as he smiled the brightest smile at you.

Ivar knew then that he had found his first friend outside of his family.

*Special Edition

Uhtred Son of Uhtred

Your family and the lord of the land you lived on were visiting Ragnars village to show support against the Saxons pressing on their borders. You were but eight. Your father went to battle with Ragnar and came back with scratches and bruises but alive. It was your first time seeing the post battle celebration. Something deep within was scared of all the blood, death, and hostages. ‘If the gods are appeased I suppose it can’t be that bad.’ Then a young Saxon hostage, who was around your age, was being escorted down from the second floor. He made direct eye contact with you then ducked his head down. With a small smirk you looked to Ragnar for permission to approach the boy. He gave a sly nod and that was all you needed to sprint your way to the bottom of the stairs, “Hello, would you like to come play with me ?”

At first he looked confused and scared, eventually he nodded. “I’m Uhtred.” He stuck his hand out as a way of greeting. You stared at it for a beat only to grasp it and drag him away to play with the other children.

All the boy could think was how grateful he was for the small amount of calm in the rushing chaos that is Northman normality.

Ragnar the Younger

Everything seemed to be going well for now. Guthrum had taken Alfred's kingdom and taken residents in the Castle. You were running a mission from one of the king's trusted shield-maidens. Unfortunately that meant you had to walk in on a conversation between Aetholwold, Guthrum, Brida, and Ragnar the Younger. To get their attention you cleared your throat “My lord-”

“Who might you be ?” It was the only Saxon in the room who dared to interrupt you.

“Gods, let the woman speak.” You felt so smug that Ragnar stuck up for you. You heard about him and his father from the other warriors. He sent you a small smile to encourage you to continue.

“Thank you, I am (y/n) and I was sent by Estrid to deliver you a message.”

Ragnar in that moment no longer felt his heart hurt for the woman he could not have, Brida. Of course, he had been through Helheim and back with Brida but this new person seemed to be sent from the gods for him. Perhaps even Sif herself as a way of thanking him for his service to Thor. Nevertheless he had to earn her respect and favor. It was only right.

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How the hitman react when you throw it back

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The Sniper:

Ossian damn near almost died from the excessive amount of nosebleeds and was overflowing with joy pouring from every office of his body. When he had his beautiful crush throwing it back on him of all people. He didn’t know wether to frame the pants you grinded back on in his cherished trophy shrine of you. Or to just keep wearing the same jeans every single day for the rest of his life without washing it so he could still smell your scent.

The Medic:

Koji could only purr the most filthiest things into your ear taking the utmost pleasure into making you into flustered hot mess. As he confidently took the lead dancing the tango with you never failing to make you swoon with his sadistic charm. That quickly escalated to the both of you getting hot and bothered.

The Strategist:

Bjorn was gonna be fine! He calculated this it was going exactly according to plan. Well everything except the prominent boner he had from you merely brushing up against his crotch. Nevertheless he maintained his composure despite his cheeks burning with a fervent blush and made sure that you had the best night of your life with him by your side.

The Hacker:

Devious was Yujin’s middle name and since you decided to throw it back. He decided that he would return the favor since two can play at that game. He even hijacked the DJs booth to play the songs that would give him the upper hand against your skill. Although it was evident he lost the fight clearly he won the war. Since his antics made you compelled to dominate him with your irresistible ass throwing it back even more violently which only made him lean back enjoying the ride while he bared a cattish grin of pure satisfaction.

The Torturer:

Lord have mercy on this soft giants soul. Moros malfunctioned at the mere faintest touch from you and automatically covered his face like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Just having no choice but to let you do as you pleased as he was frozen stiff to the the spot. He couldn’t even move if he wanted too because he couldn’t bear to tear himself away from you to begin with. Especially after he peeked through his scared fingers and saw how much fun you were having at his expense. He’d gladly sacrifice his dignity in order to see his sunshine smile.

The Enforcer:

He beat you to it first he would never pass up the chance to make you laugh from how he threw it back on you with such finesse and sass. All in all he wanted the both of y’all to have a night full of fun and laughter. He was just happy to be there with you although he wouldn’t lie and say that his little friend also was happy with the way you reciprocated his gestures.

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 9 months

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How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?

summary: it's in the title :)

notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey, @ivarlover @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy @esme-viridian (hmu to be added/removed!)

masterlist | based on this request

Ragnar

Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)

Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…

He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’

If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug

Aslaug

Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears

Aslaug actually always knew

She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?

“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)

Lagertha

Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?

Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)

Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy

She’s in the fame biz

Bjorn

Bro throws a toddler tantrum

He will literally stomp the ground

“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)

So so bitter about it (he deserves that)

Ubbe

Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki

He does not care

“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”

Gets over it the fastest

Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues

Hvitserk

Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything

Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy

What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?

Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive

Sigurd

Don’t tell him

For your own safety

Will kill you and then himself

Ivar

Don’t tell him either

Never lets anyone hear the end of it

So so so annoying for a silly little guy

He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all

Floki

Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW

Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)

He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)

Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar

Ecbert

So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar

Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??

He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.

Gets sad drunk over it way too long

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woahhhgwendolyn · 2 months

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Being Married To Bjorn Would Include...

-Him knowing he loved you the first time he had ever seen you. He was so in love with you he knew that he would do anything and everything for you and wanted to marry you too.

-He loves to give you gifts and give you lots of love and affection. He thinks that you deserve it all. He also loves to see your happy self once he gives you all these things.

-He loves to travel with you always. He is always worried about you traveling though. He hates the idea of you getting hurt because of some type of violence while out. That is why he keeps you very close to him while you both are traveling.

-He loves to keep you close at all times possible. Like I said before he would hate for you to get any type of hurt. He would take it very personally and think that it was his fault for not keeping you close.

-He is always so protective over you it sometimes makes you a bit crazy. But in his defense, he cannot help it.

-He sometimes will follow you around the village and make sure you do not know about it because he knows you will get mad if he follows you a lot.

-Being married to him would have some perks. Some including that you have lots of respect from not just him but from the rest of the village as well.

-He is a very jealous man, so if he sees any man with you he has to automatically include himself in the situation because he does not trust any other man in the village.

-He would want to get a tattoo signifying your marriage. He would also like it if you got one too. Most likely matching to his tattoo.

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🙌🙌🙌🙌 Just read the one you did for me and holy shit, you are such a good writer 😭❤❤ now if it is okay I am going to do angst or on the verge of angst. One with the ragnarsson family ( both female and Male, maybe even ragnars brother if that is okay?). Their reaction if you got seriously injured maybe even dies when they left their house/town for like an raid??? ❤❤❤

Vikings preference: You get injured while they're gone

Ragnar On the outside, he appears relatively calm and collected, asking you what exactly happened. Once he makes sure you're alright in general terms, he goes out to search for whoever did this to you. Tells them that if they have a dispute with him, they could have simply talked to him but now that they have committed to a violent way, Ragnar challenges them to a duel. Fairly obviously, he wins but decides to spare the offender and instead of taking their life, he takes one of their limbs. Having children with him wouldn't really influence his actions, only the severity of his anger and the damage he does to the culprit.

Bjorn He's seething. Bjorn is very well aware that because of who he is, there are many people out there who don't need any more reason beyond that to spill blood. Apparently, if they can't spill his, yours is just fine. His method of solving the problem is finding whoever did this to you, dragging them out of their house, making a huge scene with an exalted speech, only to kill them in one strike in the end. Until you're alright, and he's very sceptical about your assurance, he visits you during the day but never lingers for too long. Bjorn think he should be out there to catch any scheme in the making. If you have a son of age, Bjorn will take his anger out on him partially: the boy was, after all, told to look after you when his father can't. But if you have smaller children, he's definitely not letting them out of his sight for the next month or so. Also prohibits them from spending time with strangers, just in case.

Ubbe Being a prince, part of him expected something like this to happen, so he's not exactly surprised but still, he thought people had more respect towards him and his family. No matter the severity of your injury, he's off to have a 'stern talk' with the offender, which means more or less that he's going to beat them within an inch of their life while making very believable threats of what happens should they try something like that again. Until you get better, only Ragnarok itself can force him to leave your side. But if you have children, the scale is tipped instantaneously and he's not afraid to decrease the population of Kattegat. He's very family-oriented, so a threat towards his offspring is a threat towards him personally.

Hvitserk Grabs Ubbe to get the problem 'sorted out' which comes down to Ubbe holding down the culprit and Hvitserk going absolutely berserk on them. If anyone asks, neither of them knows what happened. Suspiciously, the culprit themself doesn't speak up about how they got beaten nearly to death. Despite the suspicious obliviousness, everyone and anyone who once wished ill will on you are having second thoughts. If you have old enough children, he considers that 'incident' a sign to start teaching them to fight.

Sigurd More baffled than angry. Out of all the Ragnarsons, he's the least notorious, so why in Gods' names did someone specifically go after you? He figures that the offence wasn't really aimed at him but rather at his entire family and the culprit went for whoever was the easiest target. Which doesn't really make him feel any better: you got seriously hurt by random chance, only because you decided to settle down with him and you, apparently, were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Depending on how severe your injuries are, he's willing to ask Ubbe and Hvitserk to join him in going after the culprit. After that is dealt with, he begins seriously considering moving away from Kattegat. If you have children, he both decides it's time to teach them to fight but if you have a son, he's going to get the short end of the stick: Sigurd will constantly remind him that when he's gone, it's your son's responsibility to defend you.

Ivar He may be a deranged individual but he's not stupid, so he doesn't storm off to fight the offender in a duel - Ivar knows his chances are slim at best. So he thinks of a perfect ruse, something that would lure the culprit into their own demise. It, quite obviously, ends up working and all of Kattegat gets to marvel at his horrendous and yet impressive genius. Whoever dared to raise their hand against you is not publicly begging for death as some of the bravest men around grimace in disgust. The message to his enemies should be considered received. For most of his life, he was quite convinced he couldn't have children so when he finally has them, he's horribly protective of them. And that means his ruse becomes slightly more unhinged.

Aslaug She can't retaliate in an equally violent way but that doesn't really matter - she has her own way of making life Hell for the offender. Aslaug exiles them publically, making sure that all of Kattegat heard about their wrongdoings. As a queen, she can go even a step further and ensure that all of Norway knows what they had done and no family or jarl will ever give them shelter.

Lagertha Publicly promises to kill them but not before a fair trial. It's not really about justice but rubbing their punishment in - in other words, she follows the way of the Gods to make sure that the culprit goes through absolute torture in this life and the next one. Once the verdict is announced, she spares no time in driving her sword through their chest. Similarly to Ragnar, having children doesn't really influence her choice of actions but only how much anger she expresses and the unsavoury language she uses.

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Eternal bros 🩵 Harald and Leif, the dynamic duo that makes Vikings: Valhalla an epic saga of friendship and showcases the bonds that can be forged even amidst the chaos of war.

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Married Woman (Ivar & Bjorn)

You find yourself attracted to a man that is not your husband. Worst of all, he loves you too.

The first time you saw him, you were instantly drawn to him. It was not because he is a son of Ragnar, you didn’t even know at the beginning. It was all himself. His broad shoulders and his blue eyes were quick to hypnotize you. The next thing you knew, you were in his bed. You could easily say that night was one of the best you spent with him. From then on, your relationship moved quite fast. He wanted to marry you, and you didn’t oppose. You married at Hedeby, his mother’s domain. You met him there when he came back from avenging his father in England. Your family just moved to the town in hopes to marry you. They were not disappointed when Bjorn Ironside took you as his. Not that you were complaining. Marrying a prince was more than you were expecting, considering that your parents are farmers.

“It’s really hard to be here and look at you, as though I’m not completely in love with you.”

The thread you were knitting breaks when you hear Ivar behind you. You stand up and turn to face him. He is by the door that leads to the hall. You take a quick look around the resting room, you are lucky it’s empty right now.

“Ivar, you know you can not say those things.” You scold, looking directly at him.

His gaze is so intense you have to look back at your knitting. You are making a robe for Bjorn. Lately, he has been a little distant. You think it is perhaps because you have yet to get pregnant. Yet, considering that you have not slept together in two weeks, it is a little hard to do so.

“It is the truth, should I lie, uhm?” he raises a brow mockingly.

You met Ivar a few months ago when Bjorn decided to come back to Kattegat for a while. You had just been married for a few weeks then, still, you instantly knew that Bjorn was not a man that stayed in one place. When you arrived at Kattegat, you also learned that you were not your husband’s first wife. Apparently, Torvi had just separated from him before he went to Hedeby. And he had another wife before her that disappeared.

You leave your knitting behind and walk to the other side of the room. “It is something you should not say to your brother’s wife,” you respond without glancing his way.

Ivar has always harbored feelings for you. They were not evident at first. He was just kinder to you than he was to everyone else. Then he started to get bolder, to the point that even Ubbe had noticed. Luckily, neither Queen Aslaug nor Bjorn suspected anything. You thought that perhaps if they knew, they would surely kick you out. Not that it was your fault Ivar felt that way, or that you have done anything with him. You have not.

You hear Ivar’s crutch as he approaches you. Your heart starts pounding rapidly inside your chest. Even if you have never done anything, you cannot deny how your body reacts to him. It is not that you do not have feelings for Bjorn anymore, it is just that what Ivar brings out in you is stronger. Ivar’s hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers delicately trace inconsistent patterns on your hip bone. Your skin burns to the contact in spite of the clothing in its way. You try desperately to control your breathing. He cannot know that his desire is reciprocated because if he does, you are scared of what he will do. You are scared you might do not want to stop him.

“My brother does not deserve you,” he whispers in your ear. “You know how he is. I’m sure Torvi has warned you he is quick to fall out of love.” She did warn you, but you refuse to believe it.

You try to step away, but he does not let you. “It is fine, once I am with child it will be fine.” you attempt to justify.

Your skin feels hot to the touch. You want to escape the feelings that Ivar causes in you, so you think that if you turn around, he will put distance between you. However, once your eyes clash with his, his hold on you tightens. You have never been this close to Ivar. For a moment, all of your rational thoughts leave your brain instantly. The only thing you can think of is his eyes. They are so unlike his brother’s. The shade is the same, yet they transmit something entirely different. They make you feel something completely new.

At that moment of insanity, you take a step towards him. Your senses drown in his presence. You feel you, yet you feel more. Your hand finds its way to his neck. He is taller than you and you love it. His chest clashes with yours and both your breaths mix. You do not know what you are doing, but it feels so right. It is like welcoming your lover after how long raid far from home. It is everything you wish you felt with Bjorn but never did.

“Once you are with me,” he murmurs on your lips, “it will be fine.”

You do not have time to process what is happening, or even to think. One moment he is looking at you like you are his whole life, and the next, he is eating you like you are the greatest feast ever served. His lips mold perfectly with yours. Your hands cup his neck exquisitely. His hand moves from your hip to your back, leaving a trace of fire on its path. Your tongues dance like never before, and you forget your name. It feels like, before this moment, you didn't truly know what happiness and passion were like.

You feel the hold on his crutch slightly wavering. You know that he is strong, yet he must be feeling lightheaded like you. You part from him momentarily, and he tries to follow your lips with his. You pay no mind and quickly locate a chair nearby. You push him towards it. He sits with a puzzled look on his face. Still, he easily knows what you are up to once you climb on his lap.

Your mouths take no time to find each other again. Now, both of his hands caress your sides and your back lovingly. Meanwhile, yours play with his braided hair. You wish it were loose so you could run your fingers through it. You move your hips involuntarily. That causes a moan to escape his mouth. If you were not aroused before, you are now. You continue with your movements so you can listen to the delicious sounds his mouth makes. It is until he places his hand in your left breast that you realize you are moaning too. Right now, you are not thinking that you are in a room where anyone could walk in. You are not thinking about Bjorn. Or the fact that you are kissing his brother.

A loud crash breaks the atmosphere instantly. In the doorway, a male thrall is standing with a surprised look on his face. At his feet, there is a jug with spilled mead. You quickly climb out of Ivar. The thrall turns away, apologizes, and scurries off. You do not try to go after him to prevent him from saying anything. You are too embarrassed to even glance at Ivar. The silence stretches for a moment.

“I…” before Ivar can say something else, you run out the door.

...

A few days go by. You have been ignoring Ivar ever since the kiss. You only talked when he told you that he took care of the thrall. You did not ask what he did, but you suspect it. A dead slave would not be questioned. In that short conversation, you only managed to nod and flee. The desire you feel for him is too great to simply ignore. Now that he knows he is reciprocated, he has been more persistent in his advances. It has made it nearly impossible to avoid him. Still, what you fear the most is that if you are in a room alone with him, all of your resolutions will be broken again. You fear Bjorn noticing your heart no longer belongs to him. You do not think he will hold it against you, but you still care for him. You do not want to break his heart.

On the other hand, some part of you believes it will not be broken. He has kept on being distant towards you. The night you kissed Ivar, you tried to sleep with him out of guilt. Your advances were stronger than the nights before, and he finally complied. It is safe to say that was the worst sex of your life. At first, he could not get it up, and then it was just not… satisfying. You had to conjure the image of his brother in your mind in order to finish. So, even more so than the neglecting, that was what made you think there could be another woman. Torvi had warned you, so had Ivar and Ubbe. You did not believe it then. Now you do.

As you follow Bjorn through the streets of Kattegat, some part of you wishes to be wrong. You do not want him to cheat on you, which is a bit hypocritical considering you kissed Ivar.

A woman crashes with you, and she murmurs insults your way. Nevertheless, when she looks at your face, she stops. Recognition flashes in her eyes. She smirks, apologizes, and then says something like "one of Ironside wives". The comment bothers you, not because that would make you second to other women in Bjorn's life, but because that means that you are not even memorable to the people of Kattegat. They think you will be gone soon, forgotten in the list of many wives. That you are just one of the many he will have. Still, you must not let it show that it bothered you, so you look down on her way and walk off.

The little encounter makes you lose sight of Bjorn. It takes you a while to find again his blond hair in the crowd. When you do, you see him entering a cabin on the outskirts of town. It was hard to trail him without him noticing, but now that you have seen where he went, you do not want to ruin it. You wait a few minutes at a safe distance, but no one comes inside. Slowly, you approach the place. Your heart is pounding rapidly, wondering what you will find.

The first thing you notice is the loud moans of a woman. That makes you freeze on the spot. Your head screams ‘I knew it’ but you need to see, to make sure. There is a crack in the wood near the door, you go near it. The hole is big enough to show you what is inside. From your spot, you have a direct view of the bed. You are not surprised by what you see.

Your husband, Bjorn, is bent over a woman laying in fours on the bed. You cannot see her face, but you distinguish blonde hair. Bjorn is pounding rapidly into her. The cabin is filled with her moans and the obscene sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Bjorn groans above her. He grabs her by the hair, lifting her face, and that is when you recognize her. You have never talked with her, after all, she is merely a thrall. You think her name is Freydis. You remember her because she used to cling to Ivar until she realized he was not interested. Back then, you had been slightly jealous. Now, looking at your husband fuck her makes you feel… relief.

You had expected to drown in betrayal or heartbreak. None of that happens. Instead, it is then that you realize that you can be free about your feelings for Ivar. If Bjorn does not care about you any longer, then it does not matter that you are in love with another. You no longer have to remain loyal to him or feel guilty over a simple kiss. Especially with him fucking a slave for Odin knows how long. However, you crave closure. So while Bjorn is still pounding her cunt, you open the door noisily.

Your husband looks up from his task and stops abruptly. He says your name, shocked, and pushes Freydis away. The slave falls to the ground with a thud, but you do not spare a glance her way.

“I know now why you were distant,” you talk first.

He stands up and covers himself with the furs. “I…”

You do not let him talk. You have never seen Bjorn Ironside startled, yet it is your turn to express your feelings. “It is ok, Bjorn. I do not mind, nor do I feel betrayed. Everyone warned me this would happen. Tell me, do you still love me?”

He is even more surprised now. He looks down at Freydis and then at you. He seems embarrassed, though certain. It takes him a while to answer. “I am sorry. I still care about you, but not the way I used to.”

You nod in understanding. “It seems like the gods had put us together to derive our paths to someone else.”

For a moment, he appears confused. Then, a knowing smile overcomes his face. “Ivar, am I right?”

Now is your time to be startled. “How did you…”

He interrupts you. “He is not very subtle… The way he looks at you, I have never looked at anyone that way.” At least he is honest about not loving the thrall either. Then, he adds: “just be careful with him, yes? He is still Ivar The Boneless.” You both know what he means, but you are done listening to your now ex-husband. You nod at him and walk away.

Your body is buzzing with freedom inside your veins. The love and desire you feel for Ivar drives you to search for him. You know he must be in the forest right now, probably in the spot he showed you once; where he went to think. It is not very far from where you are now. You bypass half Kattegat and then scurry off into the woods. The hike seems endless, but it is the best one of your life. Your heart beats fast, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You have to control yourself before you meet him . You tell yourself that over and over again. And yet, when you see his back, you shout his name. He turns around and sees you.

He is confused, you can see it in his eyes, but when you sit in his lap and kiss him senselessly, he does not pull away. He places his hands on your face and pulls you closer. You know that you must explain everything to him. Tell him that you are no longer married, that your heart belongs to him, that you want with him what you could not with his brother. You want to tell him that and more, but for now, you express it in the kiss. And when he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you know he understands.

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Sweeter than honey.. Part 3

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.

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The next few days you were working or confined to your room. Saturday was the first night they had found you out on the couch, whatching Shameless with your usual vodka - apple juice drink. You didn't want to go out, the last week was still fresh on your mind. Ivar sat down next to you, putting an arm around you, as you snuggled close to him.

-What's up princess? Don't wanna go out? - he asked as he kissed your temple.

-Nuh-uh.

-He's been dealth with you know that right? - he asked, holding you tighter.

-I know. I just don't want to go out. Cause of him and cause of other things.

-What other things? Anything i can help with?

You snuggled closer and draped a hand around his middle.

-Nothing i guess. I just feel bad. Noone wants me except for one night... even if we were friends before. I guess i'm someone they could all easily forget.

-Bullshit sweetheart. If i'd find someone like you, i'd never let them go.

Before you could react Hvitserk got home. Popping down next to you, but you gave him no mind. Normally at least your legs would be up in his lap, but not this time. He doesn't even know what did he do, but he lets you ignore him. You'll tell him when you're ready.

The next few days you paid no mind to him, and by the next friday night he was fuming, and he missed you. Ivar and you were watching a movie in the livingroom when he got home drunk. You did not look away from the screen when he stood before you and Ivar, Ivar already scoffing.

-I will not go away until you tell me why are you ignoring me (Y/n). - Hvitserk said, Ivar looked at you questioningly and you just rolled your eyes.

-Nothing. - you said.

-Sure, that's why you don't touch me, don't even go near me for the past week.. What tf did i do? - he slurred, nearly yelling the lats part.

You stood up, tears threatening to escape your eyes.

-Well you sure as hell didn't give a shit when Harik nearly raped me, while you were busy trying to get into Ubbe's bitch's pants, all high not even 24 hours after coming inside me. Not as you'd truly care.. huh?!- you said, as the tears finally escaped, as you ran to your room and shut the door with a loud thud.

You started packing your duffel bag while sniffling.

-(Y/n), please, can we talk? - you heard Hvitserk from the other side of the door, while Ivar questioned him.

You didn't answer, just packed mindlessly. When you've finished you opened the door, not even looking at him or Ivar as you walked out the door, not caring for their pleading.

They called their brothers to ask them to look out for you, basically anywhere in the city. It's okay if you didn't go back to theirs, just be with someone who they can trust. They didn't tell them why did you leave, just that they need you to be safe.

Hours later you were sitting at the lake at the park. Bjorn found you.

-Want to talk? - he asked, and you just shook your head as you cried into his chest.

-Want to crash at mine untol you're ready to go back? - he asked again, and this time you jumped into his neck, nodding.

He interlaced your fingers, and threw your duffelbag on his back. His apartment was high up above the city, it was relatively big, but it had only one room. You knew him most of your life, you even gave yourself to him, so you were okay with sleeping in the same bed, and he was too. He wanted to fall asleep, and wake up next to you ever since that faithful night. You ordered pizza and watched some secret agent movie. You noticed he was constantly on his phone.

-If you have something to do, you can go, i don't need a babysitter. If it's a date or something i can even go to a hotel. I don't want to bother you. - you said as you made yourself as small as possible at the other end of the couch. Everyone throws you away, you might as well get on with it.

-Nothing of the sort doll. Hvitserk trying to get me to let him in. But that's not gonna happen.

-Ivar told you, didn't he? - you said looking at your feet.

-Yes.

-And you don't hate me?

-Why would i? It's no secret we all wanted you at some point of our lives, and if he's willing to throw this all away for that psycho and some drugs, then who am i do stop him. I'm just glad you didn't shut us all out. And if i get to spend a few nights with you in my arms without any of my brothers breathing down my neck, then i might as well thank him. - he said smirking as he put you in his lap, you were now giggling like a shy schoolgirl.

-Wait... you.. you all wanted me at some point? - you looked at him confused.

-Well i mean.. look at you. You have been our friend since forever, but we are not blind. Your personality is all we could ask for, and damn your body... You're the whole package. Anyone who wouldn't want you is either blind or stupid. - he said pecking your neck playfully.

The next day Ivar called him, asking if you'd be willing to see him at least. That's how you found yourself on Bjorn's lap, talking to Ivar. Bjorn gently drawing circles on your lower back.

-Getting cozy i see? - Ivar smirked which Bjorn reciprocated.

-What could i say brother, finally got her in my arms, not gonna waste the time. Don't know how you could live without jumping on her for months.. - he said as his other hand traced the hem of your shorts.

-Oh it was hard.. it still is. - he said looking into your eyes. Bjorn chuckled under you, leaning close to whisper into your ear, before kissig under it.

-What do you say princess, will you show Ivar the pretty sounds you make? I'll glady share with my brothers if thats something you'd want. Not with anyone else though.. - he whispered between kisses. He then lightly tapped your buttcheek, making you crawl over to Ivar, butt full on display for Bjorn, while he caressed your thighs. You got close to Ivar, gently kissing him. He first caressed your face, then down your neck, your chest, your breasts making you whimper into the kiss. Bjorn moved behind you fully, slowly peeling off your shorts and panties before he started to eat you out. You were palming Ivar, slowly reaching for his zipper to free him. When you did, he looked at you with lustblown eyes. With him in your hand and Bjorn eating you out at the same time, you found yourself wanting more. You slowly lowered yourself until he was in your mouth, muttering a small fuck before his hand took a hold of your hair, helping you blow him. Bjorn lapped your arousal, nursing a painful erection himself. He moved to finger you with two fingers, using his other hand to free himself.

He ran his member teasingly through your folds, before slamming inside you, making you moan around Ivar's cock.

-Can't believe i missed out for so many years on the best blowjob of my life. Her mouth is heaven... - Ivar grunted, making Bjorn chuckle and spank your butt.

-Wait till you get to taste her, she makes even prettier sounds then. - You heard this conversation, and it made you flutter around him in anticipation, making him grip your hips tighter. - Ohhooo... she likes the sound of that.. perhaps you should stay the night little brother.

Your moans around him made Ivar cum. You swallowed all of it, showing him with a smirk, as he caressed your chin with a loving smile. Bjorn wasn't finished yet, so he lifted you up, setting you in his lap, opening your legs for Ivar to see. Your thighs were glistening from your slick and he found himself fascinated, wanting to taste. He leaned in, and started to circle your clit with his tongue, making you practically scream his name, while Bjorn fucked into you relentless.

You came around his cock, goshing over him and Ivar as well, your walls fluttering around him, making him cum inside you as you limped on top of him. He gently held your throat as he kissed you, gently caressing your body.

-Tell me again brother, why did we live without this for so long? - asked Ivar with a cheeky smile, making you suddenly shy, and hide your face in the crook of Bjorn's neck, making both of them chuckle.

You rested a bit, snuggled to them, before they jumped on you again. The rest of the night was a blur. After the 4th orgasm you could only remember their names. You were positively fucked out.

Next morning you woke up between them. Bjorn's arm possessively around you and under your neck, as Ivar was watching you enchanted. When you opened your eyes, he gently swipe some hair out of your face and behind your ear.

-How are you feeling princess? - he asked lovingly.

-Mkay, just a bit sore. - you said smiling.

-I'll draw you a bath. - said Bjorn from behind you, planting a kiss to your shoulder before waking up. Ivar got a call and had to leave, but not before giving you a kiss. Bjorn carried you to the bathroom, and climbed in behind you as you both relaxed in the hot water.

-I wish everyday would be like this. - he said caressing your skin gently. You just hummed, nearly asleep as you laid on his chest.

The truth is you could get used to this too.

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Please write more Yandere Ragnar and his childrenhos... I'm loving it too much! 🥺♥️

(Sorry for any spelling mistakes... English is not my first language)

Hello. Do not worry. English is not my first language. And your request is well written for me to understand. I hope you will like it. Feel free to write more requests.

You became pregnant shortly after you married your Yandere husband, Ragnar. After your first child, Bjorn, was born, Ragnar wanted more children from you. After you became pregnant with your son, you stopped running and fighting. You were determined to be a good mother for your son. Maybe you thought that after a while you would forgive Ragnar. Honestly, he would never show you physical violence. When you were very angry, you would raise your voice from time to time. You and Ragnar had nine healthy children.

Your children's birth order and their names are in this order:

Bjorn

Gyda

Lova

Eirik

Ubbe

Hvitserk

Sigurd

Ivar

Aghda

You love each and every one of your children very much. You try to be a good mother to them as best you can. You love sewing clothes and preparing toys for your children. You comb your girls' hair and shape them with different braids. You want them to know how to defend themselves. You sing songs, stories and lullabies to your children. You try to be a good wife in Ragnar. He will never let you go raiding with him. When Ragnar and your children are injured and sick, you get very worried and don't leave them for a minute.

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

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