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raxistaicho · 1 year

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Are we not Engaged? Part 4

Spoilers under the cut!

-Why won’t these people let me sleep T_T

-Alear’s room is quite pretty but ye gods that draft

-How does poor Framme keep ending up as the opponent in the arena, lol.

-Still on chapter 6

-Okay I need to try to continue the main story lol

-Alear Louis C: More of his spying on people. That said his odd philosophy surrounding his weird habit is interesting at least.

-Framme Chloe B: Oh this is literally just a continuation of the previous support scene. Chloe’s excitement over the bizarre eel sandwich was pretty cute.

-Alear Celine C: T E A. Also a weird legend about a spirit that drives off interlopers from Firene Castle with tricks. That said, Celine’s dedication and love for the peaceful nature of her kingdom is pretty endearing.

-Alear Chloe C: Chloe’s watching Alear sleep @,@ She apparently does this a lot. She wants to sleep in Alear’s room lol.

-Sommie is apparently “tall as a loaf of bread,” and weighs “2 peaches”. Okay.

-Finally continuing the story!

-Sparkle hair thief. She’s very bad at hiding. Oh, fake tears lol. Alfred falls for it, Alear seems unsure.

-Oh no it’s another boobie character.

-”Hiya Papiya” Yunaka is very annoying.

-Yunaka had the Emblem Ring it seems.

-”Holy Brocc-oly” jesus christ she’s just annoying.

-Oh okay she’s less bad when she’s not faking being cheerful.

-Micaiah has arrived :D Two of the best Lords were among the earliest Emblems.

-Micaiah can grant the ability to use staves. Those things she was famous for using in Radiant Dawn :p

-Hmm, it seems the attack has to do damage to poison. Louis stonks continue to climb.

-Etie’s grown str on 4 consecutive levels roflmao.

-Okay Yunaka’s actually quite good gameplay-wise.

-Chloe got MVP again. She had Sigurd this time so she spent a lot of time flying around and sniping people.

-Pretty good fog of war map, and those are often bad. The map was better-built around it than Chapter 3 of Three Houses was.

-Micaiah got Yunaka to turn her whole life around. She always was pretty incredible :p

-Alfred actually improving a bit seeing through Yunaka.

-Oh, Yunaka’s voice actress is Laura Post, knew she sounded familiar.

-Oh hey it’s Veyle again. She’s looking for her sibling. 100% it’s Alear.

-She’s carrying a red stone bearing Sombron’s sign roflmao.

-Alear bandaged Veyle’s leg, that’ll 100% identify her later. Also I notice Veyle has red and blue markings on her dress.

-Nosferatu, famously wielded by Micaiah XD

-I don’t know if I just got lucky, but it seems like cooking is BUSTED in this game. There’s way more to it than in Houses, too.

-Oh, so farm animals give you extra resource drops per map, very nice.

-Alfred Alear C: Alfred trained hard. Shame it doesn’t reflect in his use as a unit. He’s a bit eerily chummy.

-Celine Chloe C: Celine wants to go to a tea farm. They’re both sad about the war.

-Celine Jean C: She thanks him for the tea his town producers.

-Louis Chloe B: More bonding over spying on people, lol. Louis says he likes watching her because she makes a scene better.

-Alfred Yunaka C: Yunaka’s bugged that everyone’s accepted her so easily. She actually just seems bothered at the poor information control in Alear’s outfit.

-Anna paralogue time!

-She hid in a treasure chest wtf lol

-Oh jeez Anna looks terrible. Sad capitalist just can’t catch a break.

-Anna’s paralogue was super easy

-Vander Clanne C: Vander’s devoted and stuffy, Clanne’s bitter about running errands. Another SUPER short support.

-Alear Boucheron C: Alear’s stressed, Boucheron suggests stress-relief techniques.

-Etie Alfred C: These two are talking very awkwardly to each other but they’re not in-frame together, there’s a kinda split-screen dividing them lol. Where are they in relation to each other, I wonder. Oh, they were holding cups? The fuck, weighted tea cups??? That’s bizarre DBZ level shit.

-Skirmish time!

-That Sommie dislike T_T

-Alear Etie C: She’s super confident. That’s it.

-Chapter 7 time!

-Alear almost got sniped.

-Wait, how are Alear and co. “sneaking over the border” if Eve sent word ahead of them. Does Brodia not have soldiers watching over their border?

-Alcryst is a sensitive boi. I expect the people who disliked Bernie won’t treat him the same.

-Wait wait wait what the fuck they KNEW we were coming and just took a shot at people approaching without identifying them first?

-Lapis: This is the kingdom of warriors. If you can’t dodge one arrow, you’re not worthy to enter.

-Uhh, hey? Dumb bitch? YOU ALMOST KILLED THE DIVINE DRAGON. THIS GOES WELL BEYOND “HURDUR WE STRONK KINGDOM,” YOU COULD’VE IGNORANTLY GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO A WAR WITH SOLM AND FIRENE WHEN YOU’RE ALREADY MIXING IT UP WITH ELUSIA!

-Christ this fucking game went and got really stupid again.

-Oh my god, Lapis is still trying to pick a fight, this bitch is an idiot.

-Also “the weak feed the strong,” watch Edelgard detractors go “Hahah, Adrestia in shambles!”

-I take it back, Alcryst is the only sane man of this group and his retainers both suck.

-Alcryst needs a hug :(

-Ah, guess Roy’s up.

-Elusia took the bridge :U

-Oh hey it’s Hortensia.

-Oh my god, stop talking, Hortensia. Stop talking right now.

-Alcryst found his spine again \o/

-Hmm, Brodia’s been pushing around Elusia. Did Brodia push them into their current aggression?

-Jesus christ Rosado and Goldmary are both strong

-Hortsenia corrupted Lucina :(

-I do like the way defeated by retreating enemies go through the start of their death animation but recover into a normal low hp animation. That’s nifty.

-A gross old man keeps Lyn’s ring in his room? X_X

-One big problem I have is that the characters’ bond fragment post-battle quotes take precedent over normal ones, so characters I use in every battle are just always giving me canned dialogue.

#Fire Emblem engage #spoilers

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popcorn1989 · 2 years

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12: No, you can not

Characters: Ivar and Ragnar

Warning: Nothing

Words: 1770

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He was sitting in the cabin, far in a corner, he was supposed to be out enjoying the sun, but he didn't feel like sitting outside. So he had decided to hole up as much as he could so no one would bug him. He had taken some meat that Floki had brought for dinner today. Helga had cooked some of it and made the other half into dried meat. His plate was on his knees and he plucked the meat apart, it was overcooked, that was common for Viking times. Ivar was glad it wasn't raw, or offal, he didn't like that at all.

He was eating some strings of meat when the door opened and Ragnar walked in. He looked around and Ivar followed his gaze, when his gaze fell on him, he looked up and grinned, then looked back at Ragnar "Well look who got lost here" - "Where is Floki?" - "Thanks, I'm fine, enjoying life and sitting around contemplating my new raid" Ragnar's bright eyes, looked at his plate before looking around again. Again, Ivar followed his gaze. "Yes I'm just about to fortify myself, and I'm about to continue building my longship" - "mhm" came from Ragnar, and he looked out the door "I'll cut off my legs first" - "Good" said Ragnar "Yes, then I'll take Sigurd on a rope, and he'll pull the ship across the sea" - "Good idea" Ragnar closed the door as he frowned "What?" he asked incredulously.

"Ah, see, you don't really listen to me when I talk to you," Ivar said, tossing the meat he had between his fingers onto the plate and setting it aside. He saw Ragnar wiping his face with both hands and trying to crack the back of his neck as if to sort out his thoughts. "How are you, son?" he asked, smiling lovingly at him. Ivar sat open-mouthed in front of him, amazed at how quickly Ragnar changed his state of mind. He approached him, stroked his hair and took his plate of meat, then sat down in front of him and began to eat. "Ehm, good, thanks for asking" Ragnar looked at the plate and nodded briefly.

"Well, what are you doing today?" - "Ehm, I don't know, maybe I'll walk across the water today" - "Can be done" Ivar shook his head and laughed softly to himself "Yes maybe, I'll go to the other island and build myself a castle, made of stone. Take me ten wives and call me King Ivar, the Water Runner" - "Do anything you like" said Ragnar and while he ate he looked into the fire and looked thoughtful. Again Ivar laughed and licked his lips, he wondered if he should ask if Ragnar gave him something, but he couldn't think of what he wanted.

"What do you want from Floki?" Ragnar came out of his thoughts when he heard Floki's name and looked at Ivar. "I want to ask him something, where is he?" Ivar shrugged, feeling a little sad that Ragnar hadn't come here for him. "He went to get something, I don't know when he'll be back, is he supposed to be building boats again?" Ragnar shook his head, "He is supposed to accompany me" - "You don't have to ask him for that, can I come with you?" - "Where to?" - "I don't know, wherever you want to go" - "No, you can't" - "But I'm old enough, I can do it" - "No, you can't" Ivar and Ragnar's eyes met for a long time. "Not yet, not on this trip, Ivar. But I promise you that you can come along soon" Ivar smiled when he heard this and was pleased.

"Do you want me to bring you something?" Ivar looked up from his hands and considered, "Bring? How about you take me with you?" he asked, grinning widely when he saw Ragnar looking at him. "It's okay, just wanted to tease you. I have no idea where you want to go, so I can't tell you what I want" he hoped to draw Ragnar out, so he would tell him more. But Ragnar just looked at him, showed a short smile and then looked into the fire again, annoyed. "When are you going to learn to sit on a horse again?" asked Ragnar, Ivar bristled briefly, he didn't know how much Ragnar had heard, it made him a little uncomfortable, and he hoped Ragnar wouldn't ask why he had hurt his brother. "Ehm, never" Ragnar looked up and shook his head.

"Why? Don't you want to be independent? You're not someone who gives up easily. Your anger and ambition, drive you after all" he spoke and for the first time it felt to Ivar that he was really with him since he entered the hut. "I am proud of you, Ivar," Ragnar said, stuffing meat into his mouth again. - Proud? You hadn't said anything like that since I was born - Ivar thought, looking from Ragnar now to the fire. This time it was Ragnar who followed his gaze, "Are you afraid of the fire?" Ivar slowly shook his head, "No, why? You?" He looked at his father and he started to grin. "No, neither am I, but your brother is" Ivar frowned and thought about which brother he meant. "Who?" he just asked freely, but he got no answer. "Do you want your meat back?" he asked, passing the plate to him, but Ivar shook his head and Ragnar shrugged his shoulders and continued eating.

- Why don't you just tell me, you stubborn old man? - Ivar thought to himself as he thought of Hvitserk, no, he was not afraid of fire, he sat in front of the fire pit every night and burned everything he could get his hands on. Sometimes he let it burn so far that he burned his fingers, then he's shaking his hand and laughing.

"Are you going to seize the day? I don't mean sitting here in the corner feeling sorry for yourself" - "I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm just avoiding annoying situations today" - "Like what?" - "Helping Helga with the chores, helping Floki find myself, avoiding Hvitserk, so he doesn't disturb my flow of thoughts with his stupid ideas, avoiding Ubba, so he doesn't tell me about his plans to put me on a horse, but still someone found me eating my food. Tell me, how am I to grow tall and strong when my own father eats his son's food?" Ragnar grinned and continued eating, "You didn't want to, so don't pretend!"

"Still, I'm none the wiser, what are you doing today?" Ivar pondered, he looked out the window, the sun had not yet reached its highest point, so it was still very early. "Hm...... Maybe I'll learn to read" - "Oh don't be silly" Ragnar and Ivar laughed "I can learn to do that" - "Can't you" - "Sure I can, just because my dad can't, doesn't mean I can't!" - "I'm not interested in being able to do that" - "See, and that's what makes us different from each other" - "You want me to tell you what makes us different?" - "Shoot old man" Ragnar looked at the leg braces and grinned "I can stand up" - "I can do that too" - "Then I can walk" - "I can do that too by now" - "And I can run, so fast I'm faster than a horse" Ivar couldn't help laughing "Okay, I know what you're going to say, but that was an own goal, no one can run as fast as a horse and certainly not with your crooked legs"

They both laughed again, and Ivar thought, briefly, of his brothers again. Hvitserk is not afraid of fire, but what about Ubba? He thought about it until he remembered that Ubba always used the torch to light the fire bowls in the whole hall. He always stood so close that his whole face lit up, and his blue eyes reflected the fire. He never retreated. Sometimes Ivar thought he would burn off his eyebrows. So only two remained Björn and Sigurd, he did not have much to do with Björn and therefore hardly knew anything about him. But Ragnar said your brother, with Björn he usually used the words, my son. So it was Sigurd?

He didn't know why, but he simply asked Ragnar "Is Sigurd afraid of the fire?" and looked into the flames, of the fire pit. Ragnar looked from his empty plate to him and grinned proudly, "That's exactly what I mean Ivar, you're smart, you didn't quiz me and still figured out who I meant. Yes he did, I had lit a torch last night and a small spark flew onto his robe. He screamed like a woman and knocked it out, it didn't even catch fire" Ragnar laughed and put the plate beside him, Ivar laughed too, but it was an evil one. Briefly, he thought back to the day when he saw Sigurd in the fire, and he thought about how quickly a sleeping place would burn. His laughter died, and a grin appeared on his face.

"Don't tease him about it, Ivar, don't be like him" - "I would never do such a thing" he said indignantly and put a hand on his chest. Ragnar looked at him and Ivar realized how he didn't believe him, but he didn't care. The door opened and Floki came in, Ragnar and Ivar looked at him. "Ragnar," Flokí said, and Ivar watched as Ragnar stood up and approached him. He looked once more at Ivar and raised his hand "Take care Ivar and don't waste your time sitting in a corner moping" Floki raised his eyebrows and grinned, he nodded to Ivar because they were the same words he had said to Ivar this morning.

Ivar rolled his eyes, but then nodded. "Let's talk outside," Ragnar said to Floki, and the two of them left the hut. - Don't worry Ragnar, I won't mope, I have to think - he thought and thought how he could annoy Sigurd. Now he was a little sad that he told Hvitserk that he didn't need to come back today because he didn't feel like talking to him. He looked at his leg, it was about time it finally healed, he didn't want to be here in Floki's care anymore, he finally wanted to move freely again, but without Floki's herbal decoction, he wouldn't get far. But as they say, revenge can wait and there is no statute of limitations. It's important to find the right time. Ivar watched the fire and grinned to himself as he considered what they could do with this information.

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#ivar ragnarsson #ivar fanfic #ivar the boneless #ivar x ragnar #ragnar lothbrok #ragnar lodbrok #vikings fandom #vikings fanfic #vikings #ivar fandom #vikings fanfiction #vikings storys #fanfiction #fanfic #Fanfic writer

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xionshadow · 1 year

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Ship bingo

*The wheel spins again*

Uhhhhhhh

Riddle/Hayato

Sigurd/Riddle/Hayato

Hiren/Dante

You have brought an mini essay onto your doorstep. Most of this will be under the cut for length and spoilers reasons. If you haven't read Undertaker Riddle, I suggest you do cuz nothing in this will make sense if you don't.

First! Starting with the main pair who drive this wonderful manga, Riddle/Hayato.

There is something so DELIGHTFULLY interesting about them. Could be the fact that the funky contracts Undertakes have are basically mini engagement rings. Could be the fact that both parties share part of their souls with the other.

WHATEVER IT IS. They are gay by default in my eyes. Despite Riddle never doing more than kissing Hayato's ring finger to make the contract ring appear (which is so funny when you read the pilot. Like The tamer version is in the pilot. How is it TAMER in the pilot for the manga?), the two are like basically a married couple? But like the old bickering phase is first and then the honeymoon phase at the end? AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT ENDING?! Just,,, LOOK these two are an item. Do not separate thing if you will. Which is sorta funny how often Riddle fucks off to god knows where in the manga.

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Next!! Dante/Hiren!! The second gayest thing in Undertaker Riddle.

I Almost marked down "They're Exes" thanks to the Dante is kidnapped arc, but decided against it. Cuz Dante doesn't even know what a Hiren is. While Hiren is just,,, he's going to be okay but he will break down and cry if Dante looked at him sideways.

These two are literally do not separate. While Hayato gets sorta antsy when Riddle runs off, that's because Hayato is functionally useless without Riddle by his side. Dante got fucking KIDNAPPED, and Hiren's response was to cry and wail like a toddler who dropped their ice cream on the floor before impulsively and (accidentally) kidnapping Hayato on a quest to find Dante.

Hiren is like THE POOR MEOW MEOW. You feel bad for him like seeing a kitten in a downpour. But the second he finds Dante (and almost dies before recovering thanks to Hayato) he goes from poor kitten in the rain to just sopping wet kitten. And then he almost single handily murders like 3 people. Stopping short ONLY because Dante never explicitly told him to kill them and was merely protecting his beloved.

Once they are properly back together as contracted undertaker partners, (which HIREN BABY, THE WAY YOU DID THAT WAS SO FUCKING DANGEROUS. YOU WERE LITERALLY GONNA DIE TO.) they work SEAMLESSLY together. Hiren is like brutal on the battle field, while Dante is verbally the most abrasive man out there.

Of course, I should mention how Roen basically says that Dante is gay to his face. Pointing out that he's "changed" and he's acting like a guy who has a wife and kids basically. Before questioning if it is Hiren, and Dante getting sorta defensive before being drugged. Poor Dante.

They are so gay, the both of them. And the official art makes me feral out here okay?

Sigurd/Riddle/Hayato. I saved the best and MOST SPOILERY ship for last.

OKAY. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE MANGA, GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM. THIS WILL BE SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL ARC. THE WHOLE MANGA IS ONLY 46 CHAPTERS LONG. GO READ IT.

With that being SAID. They are exes, there is attempted murder on Hayato and successful murder on Sigurd. Hayato and Sigurd literally share a soul, so they are basically the same guy. Hayato and Riddle are literally fated to be enemies due to how the plot works and yet same foes for Sigurd and Riddle w/ Hayato. Riddle is SO codependent on Sigurd. Man refused to let anyone in after the king's death so he couldn't become distracted from his goals. Riddle's devotion to both Sigurd and Hayato is just---- MMM. It's so painful. They are sweet as much as they are toxic. And Thematically? It's just perfect.

We good? Cool.

Now this is literally JUST canon for the manga! Straight up, this is how Riddle sees his and Hayato's... situationship. Riddle is doing EVERYTHING with Hayato to get his former Boyfriend/Husband/King back on the throne and destroying the catacombs together.

Riddle and Hayato end up having a proper funeral for Sigurd, and all ends well ya know? But that WHOLE final battle is just, so gay. Especially since Sigurd looks like Hayato in his late 20s. Like idk man, seems sorta fruity to me, but maybe I'm tripping.

(I would have a picture, but there isn't a picture of them together in color. Shame really.)

#undertaker riddle #Ask game #Undertaker riddle Hayato #Undertaker riddle sigurd #Undertaker riddle Dante #sougiya riddle #undertaker riddle hiren #dante farnese #dante x hiren #riddle x hayato #riddle x sigurd #sigurd/riddle/hayato #dante/hiren #riddle/hayato #riddle/sigurd #Look this is a tiny fandom so I don't expect people to care all that much.#but it's a good manga #so please go read it

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crapmagak · 2 years

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Engage Drip Marketing: Weapon Triangle and Breaking

Well, looks like we’re getting a quick this monday

The weapon triangle has triumphantly returned, but with a twist. We have our classic rock paper scissors trio, but now daggers and gauntlets have returned with their own rule set. Tomes, bows, and daggers are all neutral now, and gauntlets beat neutral. Not only that, but light has finally been shed on the break mechanic.

Basically, when you break a foe, they can’t counter attack until the end of their next turn. Seems like a neat mechanic, adding to the importance of the triangle without being too punishing. Should also make feeding kills to weaker units easier as well. Most notably, though, it gives fist units more a purpose, being anti ranged units. In three houses, I mostly used them to kill giant monster units since they almost always quadruple attacked them. This does seem interesting, though. Hopefully this means we’ll have a dedicated offensive fist class like Brawler, instead of just mixed healers who’ll have to divide their attention.

But wait, there's more! We get this little screenshot of Alear performing a break. But what’s this? His target is an ax knight without a helmet on. In fact, he seems to have distinct blue hair tied back into a ponytail, along with some kind of headband. Meaning he’s likely a recruitable unit, the games resident ax knight. Of course, it's not the best look at him, but it's still exciting to meet a new unit.

As for where these screenshots take place… I have yet another theory. The map seems to take place in a courtyard of sorts, with dragon statues all around our heroes. This actually seems to be the same map in the leaks where we first got a good look at Alear. But most importantly, we can see some of the map in the background of the weapon chart. So, this seems to be a tutorial map of sorts to teach the player about weapon match ups. Alear could’t break his opponent in the first chapter, but Vander could in the night bridge chapter. As such, I think this is the actual second chapter, during a training course to teach the player about the triangle. This blue haired fellow may be another member of the dragon guardians here to help teach Alear. This would also explain how a bunch of presumably level 1 units could make the jump to level 4 in just three chapters.

As for this blue haired chap, I am curious. We haven’t seen him at all before, which points to him not being available in the early game. Perhaps he dies in the attack on Lythos, or we simply don��t get a chance to recruit him until later. Makes me wonder if he’ll be the only named enemy in the tutorial chapter.

(Warning, the following paragraph contained dangerous amounts of cope)

Finally, I am kind of curious about the pace of the drip marketing. We’ve gone from one character a week to news about gameplay. From what we’ve seen of the first trailer, there’s still plenty to introduce that we’ve already seen a bit of; Sigurd, Micaiah, Roy, Etie, the fighter, Chloe, Citrinne, the blue haired archer, the red haired swordsman, and the blonde cavalier. Kind of makes me wonder if they’re slowing down on purpose. I’ve always figured we’ll get another trailer in mid to late November (2 months away from the reveal trailer, two months away from release). Perhaps there's more details being saved for that trailer they don’t want to reveal too soon. I’m curious about when famitsu articles will be rolling in. I also assume around November, December at the latest. Either way, man I hope we get another character this friday.

#fire emblem engage #fire emblem #Please let us get a character this Friday!

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There is SO MUCH that ALW changed that bugs me, but first and foremost the fact that the framing device is NOT about a Sadman Deadwife, but about a journalist that's trying to learn about the Phantom of the Opera. And even more got changed in the damn movie, which more or less is propaganda to make Raoul look like a giant wimp and Erik as a misunderstood honeybun! It grinds my gears with how much he changed to the point where all adaptations are just retellings of HIS musical!

Oh you are so right. I haven't seen it so again, I can't comment on all the changes, but it is notable that when I said I was reading it on discord someone replied with "I like the show and the book is way better, and Raoul isn't a wet napkin anymore!" I have to wonder if it was like with Tuxedo Mask in the Sailor Moon anime. I read that the people making it hated him for some reason and that explains why he doesn't do much and also why they tried giving Usagi other love interests every chance they got-- including Prince Demande, who totally didn't try to brainwash and rape her! Nope! (I prefer the anime over the manga for many reasons, but her giving no thought before blowing Demande into smithereens might be the one thing I prefer from it.)

The main reason I read it (aside from just wanting to) was for inspiration for both an original project with a similar villain and also a potential AU for FE4. Yes, I know what you're thinking, I haven't even finished the Sleeping Beauty one! And you're right! Might try to get the fourth chapter up before the Nintendo direct in an attempt to manifest that remake, actually...

For the FE4 AU, I figured I'd do the musical prologue scene but instead of sad wifeguy it would be Seliph wanting to learn more about his parents. Kinda a combo of both! I think the most obvious candidates for a FE Phantom AU are Ferdinand, Dorothea, and Hubert, but Sigurd, Deirdre, and Arvis arguably fit better due to their respective pasts and because Dorothea loathes Ferdinand at first. Arvis may not be ugly, but he does have to hide his cursed bloodline from everyone, which is a pretty good reason to live in the sewers.

Hubert would love that torture chamber though.

As for the original project, I worry that despite building up a very healthy relationship with the actual love interest that people will ship the main character and the villain, who has a very phantom-esque crush on her. I suppose it can't be helped, as people ship what they want-- but it would make me worry I failed at showing it wasn't a healthy relationship. Except if killing someone's parents isn't enough to show that I don't know what is.

#let hubert throw thales in that torture chamber for the most ironic punishment ever #tw sa #for the demande part #i don't get why people don't like Raoul or Mamo #They're good guys!

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 3 years

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Oldest

Summary: It seems that few things change about being the oldest sibling, no matter which place – or time

Pairing: Ubbe x reader

Notes: this is based on the whole time traveler imagine; shoutout to all my fellow oldest siblings

due to meeting an extremely nice stranger who agreed on Ubbe being the absolute sweetest man to grace Vikings, I decided to post this fic now

It had been eight months since you’d been washed up on the shores of Kattegat, found by the Lothbrok brothers and taken in by Queen Aslaug.

And it was a struggle.

The rumors about you being a witch had been the least of your worries – Aslaug had seen to that. But the language barrier made daily life almost impossible, and you missed your old life. Your family, your friends.

By now, you were almost fluent in Norse. Being thrown into a new place and forced to learn the language was very effective to become good at it, but that meant you had more time to think now that the language wasn’t a problem anymore.

Time to think about everything that you’d left behind. Oftentimes, you worried about your younger siblings, wondering how they were holding up without you. They were probably fine, but you couldn’t help it.

The strict routine you had given yourself helped though. There was one main point that was important for you: keep yourself occupied – don’t let your thoughts take over. Don’t worry about hygiene, food, medicine, your past.

You’d managed to keep to your routine for the last few days, but today was one of those times where you couldn’t stop. Luckily, tonight, there would be a small feast for an earl that had just arrived. As Aslaug’s ward, you were invited.

A thrall called Tove handed you a dress which you quickly put on. Then, she gestured for you to sit and braided your hair, something you still couldn’t do properly. The jewelry was too fine for your taste, but Aslaug insisted.

It was a gift from Ivar, who adored you for treating him just like any other. He was a possessive friend – but a good one. And he spoiled you too. Hvitserk always teased that you spent too much time with him, but you were just glad to have someone reminding you of your own younger siblings.

Just as you thought of him, Ivar limped through the door, standing upright thanks to your idea to have him use braces and Floki’s genius.

“I look ridiculously rich.” You complained, noticing the way Tove quickly slipped away as Ivar came closer.

“And that is a bad thing, hmm?” Ivar asked. Carefully, he arranged your braid to lie over your shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m just not used to that many presents.”

“Come. That earl is terribly insistent on beginning to eat.” He replied.

“I’d say he’s called stout for a reason.” You fired back, but you followed him to the Great Hall and sat down at the far end of the table. Ivar sat down next to you, effectively ruining your plans of not holding any conversations and sandwiching you between him and Hvitserk.

You only have to get to the point they’re all drunk. You told yourself, trying to ignore the stares you were getting from the fat earl.

Well, you were down on your luck and a fat, drunk Earl Frode was much worse than a sober one.

Eventually, you escaped him by returning to Ivar, who’d wandered off. As you gave him a quick summary, Ivar casually began sharpening his knife, staring daggers (pun intended) at the Earl.

He seemed to back off a little. With a sigh, you leaned against a pillar, taking a careful sip from your drink. You almost didn’t notice Ubbe next to you. He was keeping a close eye on his brothers, especially Sigurd and Ivar.

You remembered that he was the oldest too. Well, technically it was Björn, but he was never around and only their half-brother. When Sigurd began teasing Ivar, you both sighed. You got up to pull Ivar away while Ubbe took Sigurd, shooting you a suspicious look.

After a while, you found yourself back at the pillar, next to Ubbe.

“You’re the oldest too, aren’t you?” he asked suddenly. You nodded.

“How’d you know?” you hadn’t told him.

“Sometimes, you can just tell.” He said with a smile. You gave an exasperated laugh.

…

It was the middle of the night when people began leaving the Great Hall. A thrall was hanging on Hvitserk’s arm, as always, while sullen Ivar left alone. From his expression, you decided to leave him be.

You regretted your decision to stay again, as the Earl edged closer. You looked around with searching eyes, trying to find Aslaug.

She was still sitting at the high table, but she’d drank a little too much too. Sigurd was currently serenading a girl and you didn’t want to interrupt.

You threw Ubbe a desperate look, nodding towards the advancing Earl. Quickly, he strode towards you, arriving just before the Earl did.

He put an arm around your waist protectively, and you found yourself leaning into his shoulder.

“Jus’ wanted to take a look at the pretty lady.” The earl slurred as he noticed Ubbe.

“You’ve taken a look.” Ubbe said, “now you can go. She’s mine.” He almost growled. You looked up at him, surprised, as his other hand found yours.

This was nice, I just didn’t expect it. You thought. Suddenly, you became embarrassingly aware of just how much you enjoyed this.

“Prove it.” The earl said. You knew what was probably coming, but the kiss caught you off-guard.

Ubbe pulled you even closer, but as his lips met yours, he was surprisingly tender. His hand was now splayed on your jaw, and you let yours snake up to his neck, trying to find some support.

Eventually, you heard the earl grumble and leave. When you broke apart, you were breathless from the kiss and smiled up at Ubbe. To your surprise, he was blushing.

“Well that was… nice.” You managed.

“Yeah.” Ubbe said. “I mean, the oldest siblings got to stick together, right.” He quickly added. You raised a brow.

Carefully, you reached up, placing another kiss on his lips. “If it’s only that then- “you began.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Ubbe replied. His suave act from the last few months had failed.

“Huh.” You said. “I’d like that.”

You were about to lean into Ubbe again as Ivar came up behind you. Hadn’t he left?

“You two are already insufferable.” He huffed. Ubbe turned to glare at Ivar while you had to snigger.

“Let me have a good time too.” You replied. Ivar looked Ubbe up and down.

“It’s a good thing you’re my brother.” Ivar grumbled. “You don’t even deserve her. If you break her heart- “

“You’ll bloodeagle your older brother?” you sighed.

“Maybe.” Ivar said, with a nod of his head.

Then, he wandered off to sulk in another corner. “My head is pounding.” You sighed, putting down your cup.

You took Ubbe’s arm, grinning at him. “Walk me home?”

“With pleasure.” He replied. You could almost see Ivar roll his eyes.

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teeninpanic · 3 years

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Five Brothers (5)

requested from @profoundtyrantharmony

tagged: @chessmattandvodka @heavenly1927

@angel-todd-dimitrescu I loved your idea but I didn’t want to add even more characters, but I did my best to still mention them and have a thing or two of them. ❤️

summary: Ragnar, Aslaug, Floki, Lagertha and the Ragnarsons got teleported into the 21th century

excuse me if you find grammar or spelling errors. hope you enjoy. <3

As before, when you finally woke up the others were already up. You walked out from your bedroom, and around the stairs your eyes met with Björn’s. You wore shorts,because it was very warm out,and even inside. His eyes were constantly at your tights. “good morning” you mumbled with your still sleepy voice. “good morning to you as well” you heard him say. “You look beautiful!” that was new. But your turned around and thanked the compliment anyways. Then you met with Sigurd. He seemed sleepy as well or if he wasn’t sleepy, he was lost in the mind, wondering somewhere. “good morning” you mumbled again but Sigurd didn’t answer.

“Y/n!” Hvitserk raised his voice almost screaming your name and covering his eyes. “oh” he took his hands down from his eyes. “I thought you were naked” You both laughed it out. “ I mean I wouldn’t…” he didn’t finish his sentence.

“good morning to you too” you smiled back to him.

Hvitserk is a precious sweat heart. You always look at him like he is an innocent puppy because well… that’s how he,looks like to you ,although in this world, nobody is really innocent. But still, you keep having these thoughts around Hvitserk, to go up to him, and cup his cheeks, and then give him a nice hug. He would 100% deserve it and you think that he would appreciate it as well.

Since the vikings teleported to your backyard, your house no longer knows the meaning of silence. There is always somebody yelling or moving around now. This is must be the same feeling couples get after starting their family.

You passed next to your kitchen but you take a few steps back to rewatch what you just saw one second ago. Aslaug and Ubbe. They are at the kitchen, making breakfast. You smile at the view. A warmness spreads out in your heart. It’s nice to see them like that. Then you go see the rest of the vikings and there they at, at the living room, in front of the tv.

“What a nice boat” Floki sights and you can tell that he misses building his boats.

Then you look at the tv and you laugh out. It is so chaotic that the vikings in your living room, are all watching Pirates Of The Carabbean.

“what is so funny?” Ragnar asks

“ah nothing” you toke deep breaths.

You used to be obsessed with that movie. That’s where your crushing on Johnny Depp started because who doesn’t love Jack Sparrow? You decided to watch it with them, while you don’t have to get ready for work. You sat down next to Ivar and admired what you achieved. They were all in new clothes, they were clean and they didn’t look like, few days ago they just teleported into your backyard. As you all watched the movie you have noticed that Ivar next to you is giving nice looks to your legs as well. You felt a new kind of warmness open up in your heart but you didn’t know why did all of that just happen.

As an add came up the living room grew lonely and silent. Lagertha went to the bathroom, Ragnar and Floki just disappeared.

“You are very revealed today.” you heard Ivar talk. “ go and put some clothes on” you understood that in their time walking in shorts weren’t a thing but you also did told them that it is absolute normal in nowadays. You didn’t answer anything. You were shocked he said something like this. He looked at you then with a smirk. “My brothers won’t be able to control themselves and well…” he signed “they get whatever they want” he scoffed.

“What does you don’t get?” you asked but after saying the question out, you regret it. Asking something like this from a cripple is foolish. You almost said “sorry” but you thought that would make the conversation even more stiff.

“Ability to walk” he shrugged then looked at you again. “I could do so much more things if I could just walk! they would notice me and actually accept me as a Ragnarson.” by his words you almost felt the sword that has been in his heart since he came to the world. You could never imagine what did he went through “If I could walk, It wouldn’t be a question, I would be the best son!” he is looking forward, imagining his life like that. “I would go and sail away, discover just for fun like the other vikings! I would have all the woman because for sure they would be all over me” you laugh and he scoffs then he turns to you slowly. “maybe then I would be treated like a human being”.

“The people who have hurted you must be out of their minds. You are a smart,great and kind person.” you answer, trying to pour life in him. That little smirk haven’t leave from his face.

“to you.”

“to everyone.” he was surprised you would ‘protect’ him like that. “They are must be just jealous.” You turned your face to the tv again because you couldn’t look into his eyes anymore. They were too beautiful. You almost felt like as a simple human, you are not worthy to look into those blue eyes.

“Like Ubbe, now because I’m chatting with you” You turned around to look at Ubbe and he was staring at the two of you from the kitchen. As you met his eyes, he just looked down pretending that he didn’t just stare down you and Ivar.

“Do you think he’s jealous?” your specialty were from now on is asking stupid questions.

“ He is all over you. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I thought you were smarter.” He kept looking at you

“I have noticed that he has an interest in me”

“Do you ? have?” he asked it quickly. Like it was the most important thing in the world. His eyes were wondering all over you.

“No. I don’t. He’s sweet and it’s nice to talk to him but, just like it’s nice talking to everybody else.” now you shrugged.

“What about Bjorn? Or Hvitserk? Or Sigurd? Oh Sigurd is your type isn’t he?” he joked around and you punched a little into his shoulder which made him laugh.

“No. I don’t have interest in them.” Relief stretched out in your body when he didn’t ask if you have interest in him.

He keeps making you feel things. You keep caring about him and getting lost in his eyes. He has such a precious smile and laugh you wish he would be happy all the time. The good thing is, he seems to be, next to you. And well you haven’t forgot the time when he started dressing up in front of you. He took his shirt off so many times giving your eyes the hint of heaven;or should you say Valhalla?

Time flew by, and you had to get ready to work again. and by seconds you were already gone leaving them alone in your house again. This time you didn’t worry as much as yesterday about them being alone… in your house…

After talking with Ivar about how he wishes that he would just born as his brother’s and would not suffer with his disability, you got to thinking and then remembered an old friend of yours could help with the situation.

You had a great surprise present plan. Now, you only had to make it come true.

to be continued…

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 3

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 3497 (oops 🙈)

Additional note: what you’re going to read is not realistic.

Enjoy 🙂

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With his stomach in knots and a frown on his face, Ivar watches closely his godfather, who enters the living-room, wheeling a large trolley case behind him.

"Hello, Ivar." Floki looks around, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "Lagertha isn't here?", before flopping down on the corner sofa.

"No," Ivar shakes his head, wheeling up next to him, "She's out on a date with this English guy... Hammond, Halmund or whatever his name is."

Scratching his ear, Floki tilts his head, "but she knows you're going, right?" He pulls the trolley case closer and then snorts, mumbling under his breath, "don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes!"

"What do you think? Of course, she knows. She said, and I quote," Ivar raises his hands to make air quotes, his voice tinged with obvious annoyance, "'Of course you can go, sweetie, you know I don't want to be the one holding you back. Call me if anything goes wrong. And don't forget to take your meds.'"

"She cares, Ivar." Floki's tone is soft as he places a hand on his godson's shoulder.

Ivar lowers his gaze. "You should have taken me in." His words are barely audible and suddenly he feels like he's eleven again and he has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat.

"You do know that back then I wasn't in a good place." Floki's sad sigh almost gets Ivar in tears as memories of his parents and Helga flood his mind. The pain in his heart becomes nearly unbearable but he fights it off with all his might. He never wants to feel broken and lost again.

Ivar lifts his head up and Floki can see the stubbornness in his eyes. "I could live with you now."

"No, you could not, and you know it!" Floki smiles and taps Ivar on the cheek. "Ivar, I live between two flights, today in Norway, yesterday in Iceland and after-tomorrow in Canada. What kind of life would this be for you, huh? And besides, living with Lagertha is not that bad."

But living with Sigurd is! Ivar wants to shout. He keeps quiet, though, shrugging before eventually mumbling. "Guess not..."

"So," Floki starts, eager to change the subject, "where are your brothers, by the way?"

"Where do you think they are, huh, you knock-kneed fool? They're already there." Ivar glances at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Harald's party started twenty minutes ago."

"We better hurry up, then!" Crouching down, Floki slowly opens the suitcase under Ivar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Quick!" Ivar commands, barely able to contain his impatience, his nervous fingers tapping his push rims. "What do you have for me, old man, huh?" He even contemplates climbing out of his chair to open it himself, but the fear of breaking a bone at the worst possible time is stronger than his eagerness.

"You're going to calm down, young Padawan." Floki quips, slowly moving his hand in front of Ivar with eyes full of mischief. Ivar immediately slaps his godfather's hand away, mumbling under his breath, "I'd rather be a Sith Lord." That earns him a loud, hysterical laugh from his godfather.

Ivar grunts, ready to protest, but all thoughts leave his mind as soon as he's able to see what is in the trolley case. The scowl on his face obvious, he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he utters, "you made me braces?"

He hates braces with a passion. Along with underarm crutches, he had some, as a child. They were bulky, stiff, painful and walking with them was tedious, agonizingly slow, and exhausting. Ragnar had been adamant that he wanted his youngest to walk, no matter the struggles, no matter the nearly unbearable pain. Ivar had settled his ass in a wheelchair the day of his father's funeral, getting rid of his braces shortly after, a decision he had never regretted. So no, such torture devices were not at all what he was hoping for.

"Have a little faith in me," Floki rolls his eyes. "These," he looks lovingly at the strange contraptions in his hands, "are not braces, Ivar. Have you and your crippled ass ever heard of exoskeleton?"

Ivar's eyes widen. "It's that thing used in rehab that allows paraplegics to walk, right?" As Floki nods, Ivar gives him a puzzled glance. "But, erm, you do know I don't have a spinal cord injury, don't you? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Maybe it's your age?"

Dismissing the remark with an exasperated wave of his hand, Floki hisses, "I'm well aware that you don't, godson dearest," before narrowing his eyes, his voice now serious, "you may have full sensation in both legs, yet they can't exactly support your weight and your lack of motor function can't be denied. Not really different from some paraplegic dudes, what do you think?"

Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, Ivar frowns, not pleased with the idea of him being like a paraplegic. Almost without thinking, he contracts his quads as best he can, as if he wants to make sure he's still able to do it.

Floki doesn't miss the barely-there movements in his thighs, though, and his voice softens. "Look Ivar, you're not a paraplegic, okay? But I used the exoskeleton technology. And since you're not paralyzed, I was able to make a smaller device that you can wear underneath your clothes, and you're going to walk. I mean, really walk, not just like those guys in rehab, between parallels bars and with a PT right behind them."

Ivar, his eyes bright, stares at his godfather, slack-jawed with amazement. "I'm..." He begins to sputter, voice filled with emotion, "I'm really going to walk?" Feeling like his heart is pounding out of his chest, he fails to contain his excitement, drumming the fingers of his right hand on his lap. He'd tap his feet if only he could.

"You are." Floki nods before taking out of the trolley case a pair of dress shoes. "I put dozens of sensors in the insole of these shoes, which will enable the exoskeleton to correct your stance practically every second. Therefore, you won't need crutches, although I would say it's safer for you to use this." Reaching down, he grabs a black derby-style cane, simple and sleek in design. "You know," he shrugs, "just for extra support. Better safe than sorry, hmh?"

Ivar, who doesn't even flinch when he sees the walking stick, just reaches out, his hand grazing the carbon fiber exoskeleton. "Is it really for me?" His eyes filled with wonder, his voice trembling, his lips stretch across his face as his godfather nods. "And you made this in what?... four, five days?"

Letting out his signature giggle, Floki waggles his fingers in front of his face. "Even I couldn't make this in such a short time. No, the truth is, I've been working on it for a while. Let's say your phone call just sped things up. Though I must say, this marvel of technology is not flawless... It has a really low battery life, like four hours of autonomy at best. If I had more time, I certainly could have done better, but for now, it is what it is and you'll have to make do with what you've got." Pursing his lips, he glances at his watch, "So, just so you know, if you put this on now, you'll have to come back around midnight if you don't want to have to crawl around. And if you hear a beep, you'd better hurry, okay?"

As Ivar just nods, his beaming smile never fading, Floki adds, tilting his head, "and now, go get ready, young Padawan, you have a party to attend!"

***

Sitting on a bench at the seaside, Ivar watches the party from afar, a feeling of uneasiness tightening his chest. It was a mistake. Attending to this party was a mistake. Despite the exoskeleton, despite the fact that he walks almost normally, it was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't be here. Anxiety surges like the swell of a wave, and he struggles to breathe. Sigurd was right: he doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to this life.

A part of him wants to leave. It would be better to run away, to go hide in his room. But he won't. He can't. Because just a moment ago he saw you. Because he's not ready to give up on you now that he is here, eventually close to you.

He recognized you the moment his eyes fell on you. Looking radiant in a polka dot dress, you're as pretty as he remembers. Pretty? Who's he kidding? The girl you were six years ago was pretty. You're a woman now, and one of the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Glowing, smiling at everyone, you didn't even see him. In his head, of course, he makes plans to approach you, even if deep down, he knows all too well he'll never muster enough courage to talk to you. You probably wouldn't want him to anyway. After all, he may be standing tall today, yet he's still a freak, a fucking cripple. He's still cursed with his bony, twisted, useless legs. He's still a burden.

Yet, there's this little voice inside of him, barely audible, whispering that you're not like this, that you never were in the first place; and that's partly why the ten-year-old boy he was when he first met you felt drawn to you almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing and decides to take a little trip down memory lane, bringing him back to that sunny, summer day of his first – and only – encounter with you. His memory so vivid it's like it happened only yesterday.

He can't hear the chirping of birds as his brothers are loudly playing and bickering in the pool. His beloved mother is nowhere to be seen and he's willing to bet she's taking a nap, but not without first making sure he has everything he could possibly need. Lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, a glass of lemonade within reach and a thick book on his lap, he hardly notices his father coming into the backyard, Harald Hårfager following close behind.

Since Ivar knows Harald is here to talk business with his father, he pays no attention to the two men, who take their seats at the patio dining table.

He nearly falls off the sunbed when a tiny voice startles him. "Hello!"

Stunned, he turns his head towards the voice and comes face to face with a smiling girl he doesn't know. You. He'd say you're about his age.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, waving your hand shyly. "I'm at my uncle's for the weekend," you keep going, pointing your finger at Harald, "and I was wondering... May I join you?" You finally ask, dragging a second sunbed closer to his.

His first instinct is to look around, because you can't possibly be talking to him. Why would you? Surely you can't have failed to spot his leg braces, nor his hideous orthopedic shoes. You can't have missed that he's a cripple.

Frowning as he sees that no one is around, he snorts, his nostrils flaring. He can tell you're wearing a swimsuit under your pink dress. What do you want, then? Are you here to mock and ridicule him or what?

"You better get in the pool with my brothers." He knows he sounds rude, not answering nor greeting you, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be made fun of and doesn't intend to give you the chance to do it.

Seemingly undeterred, you speak with a soft voice. "No, I'd rather not." Your smile is so genuine he can't help but think you mean no harm. "Actually," you shrug, sitting next to him, "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind. What are you reading?"

Gobsmacked, he just looks at you – and gods, how pretty you are! – for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Are you truly interested in what he's reading? Interested in him? He swallows hard, his heart racing. A small smile dancing on your lips, your kind eyes never leave his as you wait, full of hope, for him to finally talk to you.

And that's what he ends up doing, almost in spite of himself. For the next two hours, he shows you his astronomy book, a gift from his godfather for his tenth birthday, and tells you about the stars, the constellations and the nights he spends watching the sky, when his mother allows him to. And for two hours you listen to him, asking a question here or there and always smiling. He's pretty sure you're not faking being interested in what he's saying.

All too soon, your uncle tells you it's time to go and you stand up with a scowl, letting out a sigh of regret. The next moment, you flash Ivar a grin. "I had a really great time with you, thanks! I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow but I hope we can spend time together again sometime, maybe next summer. I'd love to stargaze with you, you know?" With that, you lean forward and as your lips touch his cheek, Ivar's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Ivar inhales deeply. That kiss... That's when he fell madly and hopelessly in love with you. If he concentrates enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips against his skin, still smell your sweet, flowery scent.

That day, he had watched you leave with a smile on your face, already dreaming of the day he would see you again. You had said "next summer" and even though it was a long time away, he was willing to wait. In the meantime, he would have plenty of memories to recall - your joyful voice, your sparkling eyes, your lovely smile... Sure, he could wait.

And he had waited, hopeful and happier than he had been in a long time.

Not long after, however, his life had been turned upside down, his father being murdered and his mother dying in a car crash. Lost, angry, broken, and infinitely sad, he had gone through the following months as if anesthetized - barely living, hardly functioning, sometimes feeling as if the memory of you was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Yet, and he doesn't know why – or perhaps simply because Ragnar being dead, Harald had no reason to visit anymore – he had never seen you again.

"Hello!"

His whole body freezes and he stops breathing. This voice... Your voice... He'd know it anywhere. Yet, it can't be, right? Did he fall asleep? Is he dreaming? Is one of his brothers tricking him? Why would you talk to the cripple?

"My name is Y/N." He can hear the smile in your voice. "I was wondering... May I join you?"

Summoning the courage he's not sure he has, Ivar looks tentatively toward you.

Gods! You're even more beautiful up close. Fuck. Now that you're here, right next to him, he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Panic seizes his hammering heart as a lump rises in his throat. He attempts to swallow around it to speak, to say something, anything, but the words won't come out and he finally just nods, his hand gesturing to the bench for you to sit on.

"Thanks," you give him a broad smile before taking your seat.

Ivar cannot believe his eyes. What are you doing? Did you recognize him? Why are you here, with him?

"Woul–", he sputters, struggling to find his voice, "Wouldn't you rather be there?" Pointing his index finger at the crowd gathered in front of the makeshift stage just a few meters away. He frowns, tilting his head, "the party is in full swing."

"No, I'd rather not." You shrug and as you turn your head toward him, he breathes in your sweet scent, suddenly feeling dizzy. "The guys are already drunk and really have one thing on their minds. And those who are not are boring." You lower your gaze, as if embarrassed, and it's so adorable Ivar feels like his heart is melting. "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind."

Oh, he doesn't. He doesn't mind at all. The truth is, there's a fucking firework inside of him, and he barely contains the screams of happiness that threaten to escape his lips. "That's okay, you can stay," he says instead, his fidgeting fingers dancing on his lap.

Over the next hour or so, the conversation flows easily as you speak about Karasjok, the small town where you live, telling him about your mother's people, the Sami, their culture and customs.

Ivar shares with you bits and pieces of his life too, speaking about his passion for the Viking culture and about his belief in the ancient gods. The night, his night, is full of your laughs, full of your smiles, full of you. He wants it to never end.

He's still trying to figure out if you know who he is, if you remember meeting him once when you rise to your feet, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "Walk with me, will you?"

He's about to break the truth about his inability to walk when he remembers that actually, thanks to Floki, he can. His eyes never leave yours as he grabs his cane with a little bit of self-consciousness, wincing as he stands up, but he can't see disgust, contempt, or disappointment on your face and your smile doesn't falter as you delicately slip your hand under his free arm, curling your fingers back over it. Shaken by your sudden proximity, Ivar feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

"It's such a lovely night and I'm so happy spending it with you."

Your words leave him speechless as you lead him close to the water. A bunch of guys can be seen in the distance and Ivar is pretty sure his brothers are among them. He can feel their heavy stares on him and doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying. "Who's this dude? Do we know him?" Standing tall, with his braided hair and a blue suit, he knows he doesn't look like himself. Yet, as he locks eyes with Hvitserk for a second, he'd sworn he sees a hint of recognition crossing his brother's face. And as the latter gives him a thumbs up, he knows his mind is not playing tricks with him.

"Oh, I love this song!" You clap your hands twice before shrugging shyly. "Let's dance, please!"

Ivar's heart breaks. Scared out of his wits, he swallows hard, his breathing uneven. "I... I can't." It's a painful admission, and he wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

He realizes you pay no mind to his defeated tone, though, as you grab his cane, leaning it against a nearby tree. "We'll go slow, I promise."

Almost in spite of himself, he places his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently – cautiously – swaying to the music, Ivar leans in close and, inhaling deeply your delightful scent, he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust. Your head resting on his chest, he's sure you can hear his frantic, pounding heartbeat. But he can't bring himself to care, not when you're finally exactly where he wants you to be. In his arms.

That's why he doesn't hear the first beep, or if he does, he doesn't pay any attention, entranced by your beauty, your kindness and the mesmerizing color of your eyes.

But when you stop dancing, your eyebrows raised, "What's that beeping noise? It doesn't stop," he hears it too, cold sweats washing over him as panic courses through his body.

"I... I must... I must go," he stammers, and honestly he's about to throw up. He can't think, can't speak. All he knows is that he doesn't want you seeing him crawling around. He won't allow it. He can't.

Fuck.

That's why he leaves. He just strolls off. He doesn't see the appalled look you're giving him, doesn’t' realize he's leaving his black cane behind, doesn't hear the despair in your tone as you shout, "wait, please! I don't even know your name!"

He has only taken a few steps when crocodile tears run down his cheeks, blurring his sight. It hurts so much he could scream, and he can barely breathe as the realization starts to sink in. Who was he trying to fool? Sigurd had been right all along. No matter the exoskeleton, no matter the genius of his godfather, he's still a freak. A monster. An abnormality.

He doesn't belong. He's not worthy.

Fuck.

His heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Fuck.

Y/N.

Fuck.

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lisinfleur · 3 years

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Blómstur

The request:

Author’s Notes | This was definitely one of the cutest things I ever wrote. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @blonddnamedhandz for 5CW Ivar II. Posted for HTGI Event. Title translation: Flower. Words | 1306 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions to labor pains, Ivar’s ableism about his children.

It was what? The fifth one? The sixth if he would count the twins as two. There was Sigtryggr, Ingvar and Ímar - the twins. There was Udir and the little ones Erik and Einar - this last one his major concern since he didn't have left your boobs when Ivar accidentally got you full of his seed once again.

Would he be able to avoid his children from hating each other as Sigurd and he had done for so long?

Another sip of his mead, and, one more time, the cup almost fell from his hand with a growl of pain in your voice coming from the bedroom.

Why did it have to be so loud every single time?

Sigtryggr was taking care of his little brothers for him, outside of the house, to grant none of them would listen to your screams. As the older one, he had already age enough to understand those moments, and he knew how afraid his little brothers could be. He was thinking about getting a wife himself, on top of his fifteen years, and maybe carrying for his little brothers was a good way to learn how to behave when it was the time to see his wife screaming to put his children into Midgard like you were doing for his father's one more time.

Another scream cutting his thoughts.

"Gods..." Ivar mumbled, drinking from his cup one more time. "Why does it have to be so painful?"

Couldn't the gods be merciful about the birth part of that process?

To make the children was something so pleasurable! Why should putting them into this world be that horrible, bloody, and painful way?

You cried once again, louder. And Ivar swore he heard the midwife asking you to be strong and do it one more time.

Fuck that shit! You were the strongest human being he'd ever seen in his life!

Sword wounds? He could handle them.

Burning bleeding wounds with red-hot blades? Easy!

Now passing something as big as his children through a hole where his dick was used to feel tightly compressed? This was something his manly mind wasn't able to figure out how it was possible.

You'd always had long deliveries. His children were painfully big, healthy boys he could call everything but little. Sigtryggr was fifteen, and he was already taller than him! Ivar could bet he would be as tall as Ubbe or maybe Björn! And the twins weren't going through a different way: tall children, all of them! Big babies, all of them!

A new scream cut his ears. Were you giving birth to twins once again?

He got his crutch, forcing himself to stand.

It was taking too long!

Thinking closely, Siggtryggr had taken one day and half of a night. The twins took two days to be born. Erik was the shorter with one whole night. And Einar had taken almost as long as his twin brothers - the lazy thing. This one was approaching the end of its first day, but fuck! It was supposed to be quicker now, wasn't it?

Ivar thought about sitting down once again. What would he do inside that room but bother the women's work? What did he know about labor, to start with?

But what if something was wrong with this baby?

What if it was something wrong like...

Ivar felt startled by his own thoughts. Was it possible that the gods would allow Hel to touch one of his children like she had caressed his legs? After all the others, this one?

His eyes looked at the door, his heart speeding, his breath becoming shorter until everything stopped in his mind.

And around him.

A freezing cold shiver slid down his spine.

Why was everything so deep silent?

As fast as he could, Ivar rushed into the room, not minding the scared expression on his face when he opened the door, catching all the pairs of eyes into that place at once.

You were laid in bed, tired and sweaty like the last times you've done that. Ivar's eyes ran over the midwives, none of them seeming to be scared or anything but surprised with his sudden entrance.

One of them approached you, delivering a moving package in your hands.

It was smaller. Why was it smaller than the others?

Ivar's heart sunk into his chest as he approached the bed, but your smile confused him for a moment before you could show him the little package in your hands.

"Isn't she lovely, husband?" you asked.

And everything broke into shards of stars and light around him.

She was smaller than the others.

She.

His little gift from Freya was looking at him, with icy little blues exactly like his, filling his eyes with tears and making his lips break in a giggle that remembered that knock-kneed fool's voice for a moment.

Oh, Floki would be surely laughing at his anxiousness if he was there to see that moment. Or else, he would be making any stupid joke about how visibly melted Ivar's heart was with the sight of that little preciosity in your arms.

"A girl..." he mumbled, giggling again. "You gave me a beautiful little girl."

"Yes, my love. And I want to name her Aslog Ivarsðóttir. To remember your beautiful mother she'll probably grow to follow in beauty.”

He giggled again.

Oh, damn that fool! He would grow into an old wreck just like him.

But how wouldn't he be happy in front of such a thing? You passed the little package into his hands, and he cut the cord like he'd done so many times for his children before, marking her little forehead with the blood as a blessing.

"Oh, gods, look at you..." he mumbled, speechless in front of the small blue eyes looking at him so full of curiosity.

How, in the name of Odin, could something be that beautiful?

"I grow, I get older, but the gods don't get tired to bless me, do they?" he asked the little one as if she could answer him. "I've seen many things in this life, my child, but none... None was as beautiful as you are, looking at me like this."

His words were making you feel your heart full.

"My father once told me his daughter was the light of his heart. I never understood what he was talking about... With the many sons he had, how could she be different?" Ivar said, looking at you.

And then, turning himself to caress his little girl's face, as gently as if his fingers could break her delicate skin like the flowers you've once seen him braiding into a crown for you.

Maybe now, he would have more flower crowns braided by his hands in the course of his life.

"I get him now," he said. "It is different." Ivar completed.

He loved his children. Every single one of them.

But that moment was unique, and her way to look at him was unspeakable.

His heart was sure he would never see the world the same way once again.

She would be the light to enlighten his way. And what once was black and white had just been painted in the most beautiful colors Ivar ever had seen in his life.

"Are you happy, husband?" you asked.

Just to see him lifting his teary eyes to smile at you.

"No... Happy is too little of a word to define how enormous is what I'm feeling now."

Happiness is nothing, his father once said.

In that little girl's eyes, he could understand it too. It's nothing.

Happiness is nothing compared to the wonders he could experience with you by his side.

Happiness was nothing compared to what it was to hold that little package knowing his world would never be dark ever again.

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gamergirl-niffler · 3 years

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Wife’s Touch Part 2 - Male!Eivor x Reader

PART I

I actually really liked the first part... and I guess some people liked it too... I mean it actually got some notes

So! I sat and even when no one asked wrote part two

BIG AND AMAZING THANKS TO MY ONE AND ONLY @arthurbristow FOR CHECKING THIS MESS :3 LOVE YA!

It again pokes the main story SO BE WARNED! Just in case if someone didn’t finish the story yet.

Since Sigurd returned home, things changed. He changed. The good Jarl that loved his people dearly changed into a harsh leader.

It was hard to spot him outside his room like before, most of the time he spent away from everyone.

No one could blame him for this. Everyone heard that happen to him. They heard Eivor's story and the missing arm was a harsh reminder of the hard time Sigurd had been through.

Despite all this, people did their best to live their daily lives.

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You sat right outside the long house, enjoying the warm sun on your skin. This was what you needed, your body started to change and it needed rest.

Suddenly, there was a kiss placed on your forehead. Opening your eyes you saw a familiar person. Person you were bonded with in front of the Gods, many winters back.

"Enjoying the weather, I see. How do you feel my love?," Eivor asked, kneeling in front of you to place a kiss on your now bigger belly.

This was why you loved Eivor. Eivor was a ferocious warrior, strong and dangerous. He could split a man in half with one swing of his axe, he killed the whole army barehanded yet his soul was gentle and poet-like. Your husband was easily changing from warrior into loving man.

Your hand moved into his nicely done hair, of course they were nice. You made those braids yourself this morning. "I do enjoy the weather, love. I cannot spend whole days in our room. As much as I love our bed, staying there for too long can get boring."

"You never were the one to sit in place for too long. I remember when we were young, you were running around like a snow hare. It's even harder to forget what was happening once you started to wield the sword and shield," Eivor chuckled and placed one more kiss on your tummy before getting up to sit next to you.

You giggled as your thoughts returned to the times of childhood and the time when King Styrbjorn brought young Eivor to the settlement, announcing that the boy is now his son.

Your mother explained to you what happened and it became your goal to befriend that boy and make him smile again. You two became friends and then warriors, fighting, hand in hand. Later stuff went in an even better direction.

Your state was the proof of it.

"I know and I don't regret the past nor the present. I am more than happy to be by your side and carry your child."

Your husband gave you a smile and leaned in to place a kiss on your lips, which you gladly accepted.

The sweet moment was interrupted by someone clearing his throat.

It was Sigurd, of course he wanted something from his brother. "As much as I don't want to deprive a wife of her husband, I need to talk with Eivor."

You didn't want to let him go, not yet but there was no other choice.

Sigurd knew you for years, you were friends for years but in his current state you didn't want to unnecessarily get under his skin.

"Very well, I think the little one demands a nap. I'll see you soon,” you kissed Eivor's cheek before going back to the longhouse

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You used to be a warrior or just a useful person that liked to help around but since the pregnancy started you slept a lot. Thankfully now Eivor was in settlement on daily bases which made your sleep much calmer.

Your nap again took a few hours out of your life. You woke up to the pair of yellow eyes, watching you.

Of course the wolf was here. Giggling, you sat up and scratched Chewy behind his ears. "Aren't you a great companion?"

After some cuddles with the wolf you got up from bed and walked out of the room. You noticed Eivor standing over the map and talking to Randvi.

Walking closer you could hear their talk.

"It may be time to return to Norway. Sigurd is eager to see his father and... and beyond that, I do not know," Eivor said as he looked at the map.

"I have heard ill news about Styrbjorn in the past year. If you go, go with care," Randvi said.

You watched him nod and pierce the map with the dagger.

"We will leave now. And return as soon as we're able."

Those words made you freeze.

He wanted to go NOW? Back to Norway?! It was to travel for many days and gods know how long they will be there then they need to come back. You didn't want him to leave, you didn't want to be away from him.

Sigurd was mad and he followed him, what if they won't come back this time?

"Eivor...," Your voice already cracked.

He looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes and sighed.

Eivor didn't expect you to hear the talk, he wanted to go to you and explain it himself but here you were.

Your fragile figure shaking a little from the sudden wave or fear, eyes getting more and more shiny.

"My love...," He said quietly, moving closer to wrap his arms around you.

"I am sorry for leaving in such a rush. I wanted to tell you as soon as I was done talking to Randvi."

You nodded and nuzzled him, whimpering quietly.

"Why do you need to leave? I don't want you to go... Please stay with us,"

Honestly you had no idea where those feelings came from.

"Y/N. Listen to me," Eivor said quietly and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Whatever Sigurd is planning, I need to make sure my brother is safe. We will come back as soon as possible. I promise you that."

You looked at him, biting your lips. Of course he would follow Sigurd just... Why now? He was going mad and Eivor still went after him. You always thought that the bond between them was wonderful but this was too much.

"Eivor... I..."

"I know what you are thinking but you know you can trust me. Whatever he wants to do, I will make sure we are both safe," Eivor whispered, gently touching your cheek with his rough fingers.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, simply enjoying the touch and closeness.

After your nerves calmed down you opened your eyes and nodded with a soft smile.

"I trust you, Eivor."

"I swear on my honor. I will return to both of you, alive and well," He promised, touching your belly.

"Try not to... And I will pull you out from Valhalla myself," You muttered and Evior chuckled before pulling you into a slow kiss.

You returned the kiss, grabbing the hem of his cloak.

Soon he pulled away to place another kiss on your forehead. "Randvi will keep an eye on you."

"Of course I will. Everyone will. She will be safe Eivor," Randvi nodded, walking closer to the two of you.

"Travel safe and keep each other safe, Eivor. We will be waiting," She said, wrapping arms around your shoulders.

You smiled at Eivor and nodded.

"I will pray to Gods for a safe return. For both, you and Sigurd."

Eivor and you shared the last good bye and he left.

It still felt wrong, you wanted to have him close but you also couldn't keep him in one place for too long.

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Days had passed. Every day was almost the same.

You woke up with white beast in your bed, you prayed, you helped Randvi or anyone who needed help, you prayed, you waited in the docks and then ate and went to sleep.

Every day was full of unshown fear.

All you wanted was to get your husband back with you.

Your every moment was filled with quiet prayer. No matter what you were doing, the prayer was stuck in your head. "Please bring my husband and his brother back safely."

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One evening you decided to visit dear Valka and help her a little. Whatever could keep you busy was just perfect.

Valka smiled as soon as she saw you walking into her hut. "Y/N, how are you? And the little one?"

You returned the smile and nodded, touching your belly. "Everything is fine so far."

"I can feel you are worried. Scared even," She hummed.

You chuckled. Of course she would know, despite your smiles. It was Valka after all. Suddenly you were hugged.

"You don't need to worry. Eivor will come back to you. The night will be filled with happiness. Now come, I could use another pair of hands."

It was a mystery what she meant. She often liked to speak in riddles and you already got used to it.

The work Valka gave you was really easy. Nothing more than just organizing and preparing some of the herbs she collected during the day.

It was relaxing and the nice smell of plants smoothed your nerves.

"Y/N! Y/N! They are back!" Tove said happily as she walked inside the hut all excited.

You gasped and quickly went to the longhouse when Tove went to inform others.

The building was empty and quiet, illuminated by many torches but he was there.

Eivor stood there with Sigurd, he looked just as proud as always.

You thanked all the gods that both returned home happily.

"Eivor!,” You said happily and your feet immediately carried you to your husband.

"My love,” Eivor smiled and wrapped you in a hug as tight as possible of course without hurting you or the little one.

You nuzzled him and just then heard him hiss and groan. Pulling away you noticed some of the blood coating his tunic.

"It's alright my dear. It's nothing serious, we can take care of this later," he said as if he was hearing your thoughts.

Looking around he frowned. "We missed a great feast, it seems."

Then you realized your husband was right.

All the tables looked as if they were right after the feast or prepared for it to start. This was odd, since you did not recall any feast planned for tonight.

"Eivor..." Sigurd said getting your and Eivor's attention.

The older brother gestured to the throne. "Sit a moment... and rest."

"Sigurd." Eivor was unsure of it all. This wasn't his place, he wasn't much of a ruler.

"Go on, love," you said quietly and gently touched his shoulder, trying to encourage him.

Hesitantly Eivor walked to the throne and slowly took a seat on it, getting comfortable in the seat. He looked at his older brother who gave him an approving nod.

You couldn't stop looking at him.

Eivor looked so proud, perfect in this place. Even if he was always saying that he isn't a leader, you simply knew he was made for this. He will be a great jarl.

Randvi joined the three of you and after a brief talk about men's travel Tove brought everyone in.

"Eivor returned! Inside, at the hearth! Come!"

Sigurd decided to walk away and sit down at one of the tables

Few of the people carried torches, adding more light in the long house.

Giving Eivor a sweet smile you stepped aside to let Randvi speak.

"Eivor? Randvi? What is this? Is everything all right?,” Gudmund asked.

Randvi shook her and looked at Wolf Kissed over her shoulder.

"Our Jarl has returned... to lead us forward into an uncertain future. Will you speak to your people?"

Eivor looked at you for any kind of help. He looked nervous, not sure of it all.

You just gave him a sweet smile, assuring him that he can do it. After all, your husband did harder things than that.

"For love and joy, words can jade. Our souls must sound in a heartful song. And when... no, no," shaking his head he got up from the throne and walked closer to all the people he called friends.

"You are less mine than I am yours. And I ask of you only this, keep me honest in the times to come."

The Long House was quiet.

People looked at Eivor and each other.

The sudden change of Jarl was for sure a big surprise for everyone but it for sure wasn't unwelcomed.

Bragi broke the silien with a song and soon everyone joined, so did you.

In just a few minutes this special moment changed into a big feast.

Feast filled with family, friends, joy and singing.

It was hard to remember the last time that the whole settlement was so full of happiness.

Such moments were rare but they were honest, this was the most important.

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You and Eivor returned to your shared bedroom really late at night. Other people stayed up to have more fun but you needed your sleep and Eivor was happy to follow you.

"You didn't tell me about the wound," You frowned, noticing the wound on his belly.

Eivor looked down on the said wound; the souvenir of the fight with Basim.

He nodded and gave you a little smile.

"I did not because there was no need to worry you. This wound is shallow."

Letting out annoyed sighs, you nodded as he sat down on the bed. You immediately moved to sit right behind him.

Your hands moved into his hair, loosening the braids and combing through Eivor's beautiful blond hair with your fingers.

Your husband hummed and quickly relaxed thanks to your touch. It was nice to feel a familiar touch after weeks of fighting.

You worked until his hair were completely loose and than you placed a gently kiss on the scare on the right side of his nape

"My beloved husband."

Eivor smiled and then turned around to lie down with you right by his side.

Watching you he smiled.

"My beautiful wife who is carrying our child. I can't wait for the little one to be here. I hope your days were calm when I wasn't here."

"Yes, the little one was really calm," You chuckled, touching your belly. "I was the worried one."

He nodded and took the big fur to cover both of you. Once this was done Eivor pressed his forehead to your and closed his eyes, you did the same.

"Rest now. No need to worry any longer. I am here and I will protect both of you."

You smiled a little and nuzzled him. He was back home, this was what you both needed. Soon both of you fell asleep.

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Morning was something you loved the most most. Getting ready for the day was always fun.

"You know. Since you are our Jarl now. I think I will braid your hair differently. Something that speaks; Leader," You hummed, looking at Eivor's hair.

He laughed warmly and nodded. "Very well, I put myself and my hair at your mercy, wife."

"Oh don't worry, you will look beautiful as always. I will make sure of it."

Braiding Eivor's hair took you longer than you expected but you were really proud with your hand work.

He looked more handsome than ever, honestly you were surprised that it's even possible.

The two of you walked out of the room, holding hands.

You noticed Eivor frowning a little more than you noticed what he saw.

His brother stood next to the entrance to a map room, his arms crossed over his chest. Sugurd didn't look happy, he looked concerned.

"Sigurd...," Eivor asked, moving closer to his brother gently pulling you behind himself.

"Eivor. Before you say more, I must tell you something. Randvi and I have... Have ended our marriage," He said slowly.

You gasped quietly a bit shocked but on the other hand you understand it.

Everyone knew their marriage was the complete opposite of yours and Eivor's.

Yours came out of love when there was an arrangement.

"I am sorry to hear that," Eivor said softly.

You wanted to add something but Sigurd was quicker than you.

"Ah, do not be. Both of you. We adore one another dearly, but our marriage was not built on love. We were brought together as an act of peace. I was pledged to her well before I knew her. And though we have tried to settle our differences and find love in our faults..." He shook his head. "It has not worked out. And so we have dissolved our bond. Yet as a clan, we will grew together."

"Then I'm glad for you both. And for the rest of us. This place would not be the same without you two," Eivor agreed, nodding.

You also nodded eagerly. "That is the truth, Sigurd. Our settlement would feel empty without both of you."

Sigurd smiled at you. "Y/N. My dear sister in law, I owe you an apology. I haven't been too kind to you lately, it was all because of my clouded mind," he placed hand on your belly.

"Please, forgive me for this behaviour. I can't tell you how happy and thankful I am for everything you do for my brother. I hope your child will be as strong as he is and as beautiful as you are."

You giggled and nodded. "Thank you Sigurd and really. It was nothing, I understood everything."

Man nodded his head and pointed at Eivor.

"And you, little brother. Keep her safe and close, if you ever let her go or hurt her... I will kick your ass." Eivor laughed loudly and nodded. "I promise on my honor and life and all the gods."

You smiled and squeezed his hand. "Oh I know it all, I don't need to promise anything my love."

After this little talk, Sigurd walked away.

You and Eivor decided to go for a walk, just to enjoy each other. You could already tell that better times were here and you couldn't wait for more.

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ilalos · 3 years

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True love (Hvitserk Ragnarsson x reader/Ivar Ragnarsson x reader)

Summary: In order to make you happy Ivar has to give away what he loves most, you.

Warnings: there’s like one curse word, a little bit of angst and I think that’s it :)

Word count: 1.4k

Ivar loved you, he knew he did but he also knew that because of his love for you he had to do this. After all his years on this earth he finally understood what true love is: sacrifice, so he was gonna sacrifice himself for your happiness and pretend he had no feelings towards you, pretending to hate you so you could be happy and have what you always wished for.

And his sacrifice brought him to where he is now, yours and Hvitserk’s wedding.

You were the love of Ivar's life and he had known that since the moment he first saw you in the woods, you had an exceptional talent at setting traps and he always saw you walking home with a good hunt. The first time he gathered enough courage to talk to you was when he watched you carrying a small deer, the animal although small in size seemed to be giving you a fight with its weight; he had taken a deep breath and crawled your way, and when he was near enough he called out scaring the spirits out of you, after accepting his help you tied the hind legs of the deer to his waist and walked at his pace as you both dragged the animal in complete silence.

After that day Ivar started spending more and more time with you, helping you set up the ground traps or unloading them. In between the hunting and the work you guys talked about anything, from his annoying brothers (specially Sigurd) to his dreams of raiding far across the seas. On the other hand you told him about your life as a farm girl and that you dreamed about having a family someday with a loving husband and many children, Ivar felt terrible when he heard you talk about such dreams mainly due to the fact that he was incapable of giving you that.

As the moons passed and he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for you he decided he needed to do something to show all his love, even if you never knew about it. He concluded that in order to make you happy he needed to get you the best husband available, so that you could have the loving family you always talked about. He then thought than no one could be better for you than one of the ragnarssons and since it couldn't be him it had to be either Ubbe or Hvitserk, because the gods know he would never give such a beautiful and precious woman to Sigurd.

A few more days passed by and he finally made up his mind as he walked towards the great hall to meet his family for dinner. He looked at Hvitserk during the whole meal and determined he would be perfect for you, he could make you laugh, please you, love you and give you all the children your heart desired; he also knew (Hvitserk told him) that his brother would remain faithful to the woman he married leaving all his player days in the past.

After dinner ended Ivar asked Hvitserk to speak with him privately in his room and, although confused, he followed his crawling brother in silence.

"I need you to do something for me, something important" began Ivar.

"Tell me brother" urged Hvitserk, now moving from confused to worried.

"I need you to marry the woman I love"

"What? Who? Why?" asked Hvitserk raising his voice with each question "NO!" he protested with a final raise in his voice.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't really need it"

"Why on earth do you need me to marry the woman YOU love?!" screamed Hvitserk being quickly hushed by his younger brother who pulled him by his legs making him fall on his ass.

"I just can't give her what she needs, okay?! I c-can't perform like a man should but you can! You can love her, and please her! A-and give her fucking babies!" stuttered Ivar in a harsh whisper looking down at his lap instead of his brother's face "I j-just want her to be happy, Hvitserk" his eyes filled with tears that he tried to blink away "and I can't make her happy" a small sob shook his body when he finished speaking.

"I could never do this to you Ivar, how could I marry her knowing that you are watching and suffering the loss of your lover? What kind of brother would I be?" Hvitserk tried to reason with his youngest brother but as he saw him angrily wiping his tears away he knew that there was no way to change his mind "why me?" he asked finally, resigned to marry this girl.

"Ubbe is to gentle and sometimes too serious, she needs someone to make her laugh" Ivar smile sadly thinking of the beauty that was your laugh "And I would never give Sigurd the pleasure to keep my love, he would do it only to rub it in my face" he chuckled bitterly.

"So you chose me because I'm goofy?"

"I chose you because you are the most loyal man I've ever seen, I know you will care for her and harm will not get to her life if she is with you. You will be the man that she wakes up next to, and you will also be the man who falls asleep next to her making her giggle with some terrible joke. She will be a very loving wife and she will give you wonderful kids, and will be an amazing mother..."

Hvitserk's eyes got a little more teary than he would ever admit, but hearing his brother talk about the future he wanted with the woman he loved honestly broke his heart. The more Ivar spoke the more Hvitserk understood why he needed him to marry this girl so badly, he loved her so much that he could only let her go because he could not give her everything she wished for.

"I promise you brother, I will lover her and take care of her with all my heart and strength and she will never have a day where she feels unloved or unsafe" promised Hvitserk holding Ivar's face in his hands and looking into his eyes.

The very next day you met in the woods when Hvitserk took Ivar's place in helping you with your duties and flirting endlessly with you. You fell rather quickly for the ragnarsson and when he asked you to marry him a couple of moons after you had met, you had no reason to say no. You were aware of your deep feelings for Ivar, but when you approached him to talk about your recent engagement you received a slap, a laugh and a shove from the cripple when you tried to apologize to him for falling for his brother because you felt like you were betraying him in some way.

"How could you think I would ever love you? A simple farmer like you is no match for a prince like me, my brother is the only man blind enough to want to marry a girl like you" Ivar had spoken with all the venom he could muster and looked at you as if he was looking at the filthiest creature in Midgard "I only ever helped you so I could mock you with my brothers at supper, poor dreamy (y/n), thinking me, Prince Ivar the Boneless could ever love a low creature like you? HA!" he had laughed and when you tried to touch his face to talk some sense into his thick head he had slapped your arms away and shoved you backwards pushing your stomach harshly.

Hvitserk saw and heard everything and he knew his brother felt like being stabbed with every word that left his mouth, with every tear that felt down your pretty face. He didn't intervene until he saw you hitting the ground and then he quickly approached you, picking you up and glaring at his brother, not missing the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes as he turned and crawled away.

The wedding day finally came and all of Kattegat was there to witness the marriage of prince Hvitserk. Some slaves cried knowing the prince would never look their way again, and other stared angrily at the gorgeous bride as she walked by them, slowly approaching her future husband. The ceremony was quick and everyone enjoyed the feast while you were completely oblivious to the eyes that never left your form, belonging to the man who loved you even more than the man who actually got the chance to marry you.

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Hi! This was also written a long time ago and was posted on my Wattpad, I edited it and changed a couple things so again, if you feel like you read this years ago you probably did haha. Thanks for reading :) I hope you like it

#my writing #ivar x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar ragnarsson imagine #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk ragnarsson

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thepaperpanda · 3 years

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Brothers || Ragnarsons x sister!reader

Summary: Your brothers can be a little overprotective towards their little sister

Warnings: None

Words: 3249

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Ragnar's return caused quite a stir among people of Kattegat.

When the news came to your ears, you had been hunting outside but you quickly went back to the settlement.

Mob was chanting Ragnar's name on and on, gathering in the main square.

As you spotted your older brothers lined in one place, you pushed yourself to get to them.

Bjørn wasn't happy with Ragnar's return yet he knew one day this had to happen.

He had so many questions to ask, so much bitterness and spite grew within his soul for the years when his father was gone.

Ubbe grabbed you tightly by the waist as soon as you pushed through them so you won't just run to Ragnar like nothing ever happened. "Slow down, little one," he said, stopping you in the place.

Ragnar smiled at his sons and daughter. "So, this is how it's gonna be? You will just pretend you see someone less important than all?" He frowned looking at you all for a moment longer before pulling out his sword and walking closer to Hvitserk. "So, maybe one of you should kill me to claim the title?!,” Raganr roared and Hvitserk flinched, looking at his siblings.

Bjørn was standing in the crowd, not manifesting his presence yet, it was too early, and on the other hand he was willing to see what would happen.

Ivar, who finally managed to crawl to the place his siblings gathered at, raised his chin up, fixing his blue eyes on his father.

You were tugging onto your loose blouse, a part of your hunting attire. Too many thoughts were spinning around your head at the moment, but you couldn't deny you did miss the father.

Ragnar smiled as he plunged his sword into the ground. "Come on! Who wants to be a king?!," He challenged one more time, waiting for any reaction.

Ivar looked at Hvitserk and Sigurd as he was between them. Then his glance moved back to Ragnar; the young man didn't blink.

You also were paralyzed with fear and anxiety as your father raised his tone.

"Just keep her in place," Ubbe muttered to Hvitserk as he let go of you to walk out to the front, ready to fight his father.

Hvitserk gave you a reassuring smile as he moved a little closer to you.

Ragnar looked at him and smiled, it was brave to stand against your own father. Soon, Ubbe was pulled into a tight hug by his father.

Both of them laughed softly and Ragnar gestured for the rest of you to come closer as well.

You were the first one to jolt towards your father. You simply pushed Ubbe aside and wrapped your arms around Ragnar's neck, climbing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek. "Dad! I was longing for you!"

Ivar crawled towards his father as well, being left behind Sigurd and Hvitserk. He waited patiently for Ragnar to notice him.

Ragnar chuckled as he hugged you tightly than looked at you and Ivar proudly. "Look at you two, my youngest children. My twins. I missed you all. You look like a princess and you grew up a lot," Ragnar said, placing a hand on Ivar's hair.

"Well he for sure didn't get any taller," Hvitserk muttered to Ubbe and both laughed quietly.

You simply aimed a blow at Hvitserk should. "Quit it, both of you!"

Ivar closed eyes, enjoying the touch of his father's hand. "Been a lot of time, dad," he said finally. "I always knew sooner or later you'll come back to us."

This was the moment Bjørn decided to join. He pushed between two huge men and crossed arms over his chest as his glance met Ragnar's. "Why did you come back?"

"Hey! Don't hit me," Hvitserk muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

"What? Our princess hit you too hard?," Ubbe teased his brother but they both went quiet when they saw Bjørn approaching.

Ragnar patted Ivar's shoulder and got up to look at the oldest son. "I wanted to see my children, I missed you all and I missed our home."

"You went away years ago. You didn't care to let us know whether you were alive and now you suddenly pop up here, expecting everyone to fill into your arms? Everything had changed, father," Bjørn said. "What's your real purpose?"

Ragnar sighed, opening his arms slightly with a little shrug. "No real purpose. I just wanted to see my kids all grown up, strong, beautiful."

"Bjørn, leave him. Maybe he really changed," Ubbe said shortly.

"The truth is we all kinda missed him. No matter what he is still our father," Hvitserk quickly added.

Bjørn scoffed, turned around and left, vanishing in the crowd.

You grabbed your father's hand and squeezed it. "I bet you're tired and hungry. Come with us, you need a meal."

Ragnar cringed a little, he didn't want to go but against himself he nodded, following you. "A good warm meal would be wonderful, my dear," he said.

Ubbe and Hvitserk picked up Ivar.

"Come on, little brother. We don't want you to get lost on the way to the Great hall," Ubbe joked.

Ivar grinned wryly but let his older brothers help him back to their home.

Once you got inside, you immediately shifted a chair for Ragnar. "Ubbe, pass me the chalice with wine," you asked Ragnar's eldest. "Shall I bring mother?"

Ubbe set Ivar in his seat and patted his brother's hair before looking at you. "Since when are you the one giving orders?," He asked with a frown.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and passed you the chalice. "Here, sister," he said and sat down.

Ragnar licked his lips and shook his head. "No, No... No need to bother your dearest mother. I will find her myself later," he assured.

You simply patted father's head and kissed top of it. "Your wish is my command, dad." You pretended you didn't hear Ubbe's comment aimed at you and thanked Hvitserk politely for complying.

Sigurd brought a spoon and a clean bowl for Ragnar. "Here."

Ragnar nodded his head and took the plate. Soon he started to eat.

Everyone was quiet just looking between each other and their father. No one knew what to say.

"So, dad, where have you been for all this time?," You asked simply, offering chalices with wine to your brothers.

"I traveled and I lived in the mountains. I also had a lot of stuff to rethink, everything that happened in my life so far," Ragnar explained. "I saw many beautiful places."

"What places had you seen, father?," Ivar asked, curiosity in his low tone as he propped head on hands rested on the table counter.

Ragnar was quiet for a moment, chewing on his food. He took a sip of his wine. "I visited a place so high that I could touch the northern lights by my own and lakes so deep that monsters lived in them.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at each other and laughed quietly.

Ivar completely sunk into his father's stories. When his brothers laughed, he grabbed the nearest knife and threw it into Ubbe's direction. "Shut up! I'm listening to dad! If you're not interested then just leave and go fuck your Margareth!"

You blinked, being totally taken aback by your twin's behavior. "I suggest everyone cool down."

Ubbe took the knife that got stuck right next to his head and angrily plunged it into the table.. "I at least can go to her and fuck her, cripple," he snarled and retuened to his seat. "Those wonderful places sound just like a child stories mother told us to make us go to sleep sooner."

"Ubbe!," You raised your tone and got up from your place, narrowing your brows. "It doesn't mean that father is lying to us. We all heard stories told by Harbard as well. They were more impossible yet everyone believed in them."

Ubbe chuckled. "Harbard was just like our father. Coming and leaving as he pleased, filling our heads with stories," eldest Ragnar’s son rolled his eyes. ”But what do we know? All those men cared about was the cripple and women cunts, Sigurd knew it by himself, Y/N."

Ragnar watched the fighting between his children. "I really don't think it's a right time to fight, children. We should be happy we are back together again."

You looked at your older brother with a sad glance. "Oh, how skilled you are in killing the atmosphere. You got the worst of mother," you grunted and got up. "Stop looking at simple things and at least try to look beyond, Ubbe," you snapped before you left the chamber.

Ivar put his forehead on his hands. "Congratulations, brother, you made her little inner monster going."

"Whatever you say, brother,” Ubbe rolled his eyes. "Do you know where I can find Ole? The boy that is sniffing around Y/N?," Ubbe asked simply, smoothly changing the topic.

"Docks or stable," Ivar replied.

"Why do you want to meet him?," Sigurd asked.

"Well, he is sniffing around our sister. I am going to make sure he doesn't get under her skirt too quickly, I heard he likes to treat girls like toys," Ubbe pointed at Sigurd and Hvitserk. "You two are going to help me. First we will go to docks and to stables later. Move your asses," Ubbe ordered.

"I better go to make sure he won’t kill the poor boy," Hvitserk commented and quickly got up from his seat to follow his brother.

"Wait! Ubbe, wait! What with me?!," Ivar screamed after his brothers.

Ubbe stopped and nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Right, she is your twin after all." Ubbe himself with Sigurd returned for Ivar. "Come on, we are going to scare him a little," he said, picking his brother up.

Ragnar just sat there, enjoying the food and drink. "At least they somehow look for each other," he muttered.

Ivar growled when Ubbe and Sigurd helped him up. I can easily make him cry."

Hvitserk laughed and nodded. "Sure, sure. We will see that soon."

Boys checked the docks first but Ole wasn't there so they went to stables. The boy was there flirting with some stable girl who definitely wasn't you.

".... Your hair, sweetie," Ole said to the girl while playing with the loose strand of her hair. "So pretty. I can have a use for you!"

Boys watched him from far away.

"I told you," Ubbe said pointing at Ole.

After a few more minutes of sweet talk they decided to step in. They sat Ivar on the nearest barrel and walked closer to Ole. Ubbe casually wrapped arm around the boy and smiled at him. "Oh, will you, friend? I wonder what use? The same as for our sister?," He hummed with amusement. "Frida, you can go now. I'll see you later,"

Frida gave all men a sweet smile and quickly ran away.

"So what will we do with him, brother?,” Hvitserk asked, looking at his siblings.

Ole raised his hands up in the air, shaking his head strongly. "It's not like you think. We were speaking of a raid! I wanted to train her for a shield maiden, she's pretty good at stuff!"

Ivar, who still was sitting at the barrel, chuckled darkly and looked around. "You're digging yourself a grave, friend."

"Yes. Frida is not a shield maiden material. Trust me, I deeply checked it many times," Ubbe patted Ole's shoulder. "But she is good at stuff, riding is her best."

Others chuckled.

"Do you think our sister is a toy? That you can play and throw away?," Hvitserk asked with a frown.

"You can do nothing against me. Y/N is madly in love with me. She's silly enough to think she's the number one for me. And oh, she moans my name lovely when I kiss her neck!"

Ivar had enough. He rolled off the barrel and crawled quickly to the other man. He pulled a dagger out of his boot and cut the man's ankle a few times.

Ole fell down on the hey.

Other brothers didn't react much, they just looked at Ole.

"Maybe after ankles we should cut him manhood?," Hvitserk asked with a smile. "Maybe he will learn that playing with few women at the time may be dangerous?"

Ubbe crouched next to the boy and looked at Ivar. "What do you think brother? How does this idea sound?," He asked and then his gaze moved to Ole. "We could easily do that."

"Take his pants off," Ivar said in a low tone. "I'll cut this little thing off."

"What do you say to that idea, Ole?," Hvitserk asked with a nasty smile, crossing arms over his chest.

Ole was already crying. His body trembled with every loud sob.

Suddenly Ragnarssons could hear a loud grunt. As they turned to see the source, they spotted Bjørn, who stood next to them with arms crossed over his chest. "What the fuck, guys?"

"Taking care of the trash,” Ivar shrugged, playing with his dagger.

"We are teaching him a lesson," Hvitserk said proudly.

"He thinks he can tell our little sister that she is his only one. When he is involved with most girls in Kattegat," Ubbe explained quickly. "We decided to show him to not fuck with Ragnar's daughter.”

Bjørn listened to their explanation. "I see. But violence is not a solution to any problem."

Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. "Do you think that asking him nicely to stop cheating on our sister would help, brother?"

Ubbe and Ivar rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, you're the most intelligent one among all of our people," Bjørn scoffed and observed the situation.

"Then what do you suggest, Bjørn Ironside,” Ubbe asked in a mocking tone. "You will just let him play with our little sister? Break her heart, over and over again?”

"No," he replied. "Exile. That's what awaits him now," Bjørn looked down at the man on the hay.

Brothers looked between each other and nodded slowly.

"I like the idea, we will free our little sister and other girls from him. Guess it's your lucky day, Ole! You will keep your sad, little cock."

Bjørn gestured at Hvitserk so his stepbrother picked Ole up. "Lead him outside settlement. Confiscate all of his weapons and let him go."

"With a pleasure brother!," He said and followed the order.

The evening came quickly.

Ragnar was long gone, which didn't surprise boys at all. It only made Ivar kinda disappointed.

Boy sat around the big table just eating supper, drinking while joking and sharing some stories about women and other topics.

All conversations died when you stormed inside crying and yelling at them.

Because of your shaken state no one really understood what you were on about.

"Y/N! What is wrong? Why are you screaming at us suddenly?," Ubbe asked with a frown.

You sat in the corner of the room, grabbing a blanket from the armchair before. You pulled it over your figure and sobbed loudly. "I hate you. All of you! Why did you do this to me?! My Ole! My Ole is gone! It's all your fault! People told me!"

All the boys groaned annoyed with your reaction.

They didn't do it to hurt you in any way, they did it to protect you.

"Y/N. There is a lot you didn't know about Ole. He fucked half of Kattegat behind your back, just to tell you later you are the only one," Ubbe said, looking at you.

"Yes. When we found him in stables he was flirting with other girl and he openly told us that he fuck others behind your back," Hvitserk added quickly to back up his brother.

Ivar was the only one who decided to approach you. With a lot of difficulties he got off his chair and rolled to his stomach so he could crawl towards you.

Once he did, he poked your knee to catch your attention. "He was bad and Gods my witnesses that I'd cut him all open but they stopped me."

You looked down at Ivar and let huge tears still roll down your red cheeks.

Ivar laid on his stomach and reached his hand out, and as gently as possible he wiped the tears off your cheek with the top of his palm. "Don't cry, sister, you're too beautiful to be all sad. He's gone but you deserved far more than that."

Others followed Ivar, they all sat close to you.

"Ivar is right, sister. You are beautiful and you deserved a man that would love only you. No other woman on the side," Hvitserk said softly, giving you a friendly smile. "And Ole wasn't this kind of the man."

"You may think we did this because we are assholes but this is not true, Y/N,” Ubbe said, wrapping arm around you. "You are our little sister and we won't let some idiot to break your heart."

Sigurd crouched next to Ubbe. "Even if I hate to break it to you, sister, that man was not worth anything but exile."

Bjørn, who came to speak with Ubbe, stopped at the threshold of the Great Hall, observing the scene. Even if you weren't his biological sister, he always cared for you just like he cared for his step brothers.

You reached hand to Ivar and placed it to his cheek, gently grazing his skin. "Thank you," you gasped loudly.

They all smiled and hugged you tightly, happy that their little sister wasn't that angry about it all.

"You can be sure we'll scare away anyone who tries to hurt you in any way possible. That's what brothers are for. Even your cripple twin,” Ubbe teased, ruffling Ivar's hair.

Ivar offered his elder brother a smug smirk. "You would not survive without me for a single day."

You couldn't help but chuckled and knelt, trying to hug all of them.

Ivar moved closer and wrapped arm around your leg.

Bjørn who caught your glance nodded at you. "Family reunion."

"Yes, but we are missing one brother. Come here, throwing that trash out was your idea after all. Without you he would be dead now," Ubbe said.

Bjørn smiled and came closer. He shared a hug with everyone except you. When other men shifted aside, including Ivar who also grunted unhappily, Bjørn helped you up and picked you up. "Even if you're only a step sister to me, I want you to be safe and happy."

"How about we eat something now? Eat and drink! The anger and crying had to drain you," Hvitserk offered happily.

"And later we can find her a good man among warriors," Ubbe joked.

You cringed. "No, thank you. I already have a very important man by my side," you claimed and when Bjørn put you down, you knelt and shared a long and string hug with Ivar. "My lovely, handsome twin-brother."

Sigurd chuckled darkly. "What about us, little one?! We're also handsome!"

"And lovely!,” Hvitserk whined.

"And we take care of you," Ubbe added.

Bjørn poked Ubbe's shoulder. "They're twins. They have a stronger relation, it's normal. And, well, Y/N is right, Ivar’s the most handsome of you all."

Ubbe gasped and pushed Bjørn's shoulder. "Shit up, Ironside."

Bjørn only ruffled Ubbe's hair, making it fully messy at the top of man's head. "We're family. Children of legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. This is what counts."

#hvitserk x reader #ubbe x reader #ivar x reader #sigurd x reader #bjorn x reader #ragnar x reader #fluff #dangerous siblings #ragnarssons #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #ivar the boneless #ragnarsdaughter!reader #ivar is twin #vikings x reader

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jackson--t · 3 years

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Short Fun One.

"Hello, Officer!"

Hvitserk and Ivar are carrying something forbidden with them, when they happen to meet an acquaintance of Ivar's in the parking lot.

Words: ~ 980.

Have fun, it's just a small piece I wrote while I was hungry.🙃

"Where did you get this?" Ivar's hands ran almost reverently over the small, transparent baggie that contained the white substance: Cocaine. He had never had any in his hands before and had always joked with Hvitserk that one night they would get some, just for fun. That it would be so early, and completely unprepared in a parking lot at McDonalds, was not something he had expected.

Hvitserk sucked on his milkshake in amusement and took the sachet from Ivar again with a broad grin; he had his knees braced against the steering wheel and was looking at the small sachet in the warm evening light.

"I know somebody who knows somebody, you know. I got it cheaper. It's enough for both of us," he said, and Ivar snorted in amusement. He sipped his Coke briefly, his brother still in view.

"Is that really enough? You've got a giant nose, you'll probably take it all away from me."

"It's enough Ivar, besides we don't want to overdo it the first time."

Ivar laughed roughly. "That's right. Oh man, if Ubbe knew, he'd storm out into the parking lot in his white nightgown and beat us with a rolling pin."

"Original Italian style since he's been banging that girl."

"Hmm, I don't like her," Ivar grumbled; his eyes swept over the parking lot, which was only half-full at this hour. Nothing was noticeable. How many evenings had he and his brother spent here, endlessly eating burgers and ice cream, bitching about their other brothers?

"You don't like women in general. You're into guys, so that's no surprise. But she's nice." Hvitserk replied with his mouth full; he was still holding the little bag, almost like a little trophy; Ivar knew he was proud that he had gotten it himself. Ivar had wanted to do it too - but somehow, he had always secretly lacked the courage to do so. He'd already screwed up enough in the last few years.

"If nice is the adverb to crappy, then yes. She's stupid."

"Just because she spelled your name wrong?"

"Huh, yeah?"

"Oh sorry, king grammar rodeo. You got -"

"Fuck, Hvitty - put that cocaine away!" Ivar hissed all of a sudden; he suddenly sat sensibly in his seat and nearly spilled his Coke, while Hvitserk just let out an annoyed snort.

"What, why?" he murmured, as Ivar gave him a soft smack on the back of the head.

"Over there - cop."

"Where?"

"He's in civilian clothes, you have to... Ah, fuck, he's coming over here," Ivar muttered; he could see Hvitserk eyeing the milkshake and the sachet in his hands, apparently overwhelmed with which was now the forbidden thing.

"You shall....! --" with a panicked groan, Ivar smacked Hvitserk in the lap as he lowered the window with his right hand and gave a wide, charming grin. "Hiiiii, Heahmund."

Hvitserk wiped the remains of his milkshake off his jeans and grunted softly; his Chucks lightly pushed down the small bag of cocaine that had fallen into the footwell, and he put on a bemused smile because he had never seen his brother so fucking friendly before. In fact, Hvitserk raised an eyebrow when he saw Ivar put on his best smile, playing lightly in the ends of his own hair with his left hand.

Only then did his eyes fall on the tall man in front of Ivar's window side, smiling kindly and nodding to the two of them. "Hello, good evening! I knew it was you. Your hair is recognizable from afar." the man said, and Ivar emitted such a friendly laugh that Hvitserk wondered for a moment if he hadn't already sniffed a little of the cocaine.

"Yeah, they're a little... wild today, haha. What are you doing here, are you off work?" he said emphatically softly; Hvitserk opened his lips slightly and exhaled, but Ivar hit him between the ribs so fast that he just coughed. The man didn't seem to notice, however, or he was just being extremely discreet.

"I'm off work, and I'm going to treat myself to some burgers. I'm so tired, I'll probably fall asleep on the sofa again. If you want, you can come around tomorrow." the man said, whose name was Heahmund; Ivar and he smiled at each other, and Ivar nodded softly.

"I'd love to. Me and my brother are just here for dinner too, then we're going home. We'll write, okay?" Ivar hummed charmingly, and Heahmund nodded goodbye to both of them.

"Have a good evening, you two!"

"Thank you!" Hvitserk and Ivar said as if from the same mouth, and watched together as the man disappeared into his car and drove away.

Only then did Hvitserk's eyes turn to Ivar, who was biting hard on his lower lip and wearing faint traces of red on his cheek. When the brothers looked at each other, Ivar rolled his eyes. "What?" he nagged, and Hvitserk grinned broadly.

"You're serious? What was that all about? Did you suddenly turn into a fairy? The fact that you didn't throw fucking glitter around is everything!" he joked, and Ivar gave him a firm shove in the ribs.

"No, idiot... that was just because..." He turned red as a tomato, and Hvitserk started laughing.

"Please don't tell me you're fucking a cop. Oh my God, Sigurd would kill you!"

Ivar frowned; he slid deeper into his seat and didn't dignify Hvitserk with a glance. "Shut up."

"You're really fucking him?"

"It's always good to know someone like that, okay? Now drive before I tell on you to Ubbe," Ivar grunted, so offended that Hvitserk couldn't stop laughing for the next two kilometers.

"Are you going to get a card like in Monopoly? You get out of jail?"

At these words, Ivar had to grin slightly, despite the red color still on his cheeks, and he gave Hvitserk an amused look. "If I suck well enough, then yes."

#vikings #ivar the boneless #heavar #modern hvitserk #modern ivar #funnyshit #short one today #one shot #brotherly love

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mighty-ragnarssons · 3 years

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Knocked Up | Modern Vikings AU | Chapter I

Relationships | Modern Ivar x OC Summary | Ivar always thought he'd be one of those people that never find the love of their lives. But then he found her - or, as the story goes, she bumped into him. He never saw it coming. Then he had to deal with it, and all the consequences that came along. Warnings | some smut, a little angst, harassement, teenage pregnancy

You can read in AO3 as well (click here).

Chapter 1

There was no one in town that didn’t know about the Ragnarssons, the children of the famous Ragnar Lothbrok. They were fearless, they were reckless, and they were dangerous, just like their father. That’s what everybody said.

Bjorn was the eldest, the first-born of Ragnar’s first marriage with Lagertha. There had been a daughter too, Gyda, but she had passed away terribly young. After that, Ragnar had only sons born from his second marriage, this time with Aslaug. First came Ubbe, then Hvitserk and Sigurd. All of them perfectly healthy and strong boys that, much like Bjorn and to Ragnar’s amusement, took after their father in several ways. Unexpectedly and accidentally, however, there was a fifth child, the last son of Ragnar, Ivar.

Ivar was very different from his brothers.

Born with a bone condition, he was crippled from the start. It was not just his legs that wouldn’t allow him to ever walk on his own, but a whole lot more pain coming from his frail bones that were never to be trusted. No wonder he grew up as a vulnerable, angry, and sad kid, despite being his mother’s favorite and most protected son. And now, as he was becoming a man, people called him mad and a drunk, a wild card with whom everyone rather stay away from. Ivar didn’t mind, he preferred to be tamed than to be pitied after a lifetime of being looked down on. In fact, he would do everything in his power to remain like this. It was the only way to prove himself and stay out of his brothers’ shadow and, most importantly, his father’s to who Ivar was the least favored son, something which hurt the boy more deeply than his constant physical pain.

“Hurry up, Ivar. Crawl faster, or else when we get to the club Ubbe and Hvitserk will have gotten all the best girls” Sigurd’s voice echoed loudly through the house.

Ivar was there a second later clearly annoyed at his brother’s mocking tone. “Last time I checked, dear brother, you need me to drive you. So shut up. Let’s go.”

Sigurd couldn’t argue back. He did need Ivar to drive them to the club. He kept failing at taking his driver’s license. It was humiliating to have to need his crippled brother to drive him, but Ubbe and Hvistserk, the bastards, hadn’t been home. Minutes afterward Ivar was behind the wheel of his accessible SUV and off they were.

Thirty minutes later they were skipping the line to get into the club. The Ragnarssons had their ways. If there was one circuit in which their name was known by everyone, it was the nightlife one. No party would ever start without one of them being there. Ivar and Sigurd joined Ubbe and Hvisterk in the VIP area. As usual, Ivar took a corner where he knew he’d spend the next few hours drinking, smoking, and glaring at the dancing crowd. Perhaps if someone caught his eye he’d make a move, but usually, it was more like his brothers to do that.

“There you go” Hvitzerk handed him a joint “Don’t look so serious, Ivar. The night is young. Enjoy!” By the looks of it, it was clear that he was already a bit high. But again it was Hvitserk and unusual would be to find him sober. “A lot of pretty ladies out there. Want me to pick one for you?”

Ivar knew Hivtserk was only joking, but he still didn’t like it. His brother, ignoring Ivar’s cold glare and much to his annoyance, started pointing out to random girls who were dancing. “Oh, look at that one. C’mon Ivar, ain’t she a treat to stare at?”

Thankfully, Hivtserk stopped his stupid game once their oldest brother Bjorn joined them, bringing shots to everyone with the help of his wife, Torvi.

“Brother, to what do we owe the honor?” Ivar said, throwing one of his ironic smirks.

“I bring good news. Father is going to be released from jail sooner than expected. In three months to be exact! I had to pull some strings but it’s settled”

The news was received with different reactions. Sigurd didn’t seem that happy, while Ivar was the opposite. Ubbe was the first one to hold one of the shot glasses and started the toast “To Father! To Ragnar!”

Ragnar had been in prison for almost three years due to white-collar crimes, having been convicted of corporate fraud and money laundering. His sentence would’ve been of more than ten years, but Ragnar had his ways and was able to cut a deal for five years. And now, apparently, he would only serve almost four. Throughout this time it had been Bjorn taking over the leadership of the family’s successful business, Northmen Ventures, of which all of Ragnar’s sons had become the sole shareholders just before he was imprisoned. This explained why they were one of the richest families in their Norwegian city of Bergen.

Bjorn, now age 30, had been the natural successor of Ragnar. Not only because he was the oldest and perhaps the favorite son of Ragnar, but also because at the time he was the only one with a university degree, having just graduated from Law School. Yet, all of Ragnar’s sons were meant to get involved with the business. At least that was their father’s wish. Ubbe, now 24, had just graduated from Architecture School but had recently joined Bjorn on the company’s executive board. Ivar wasn’t given the opportunity to help out, something which he grudged his older brothers - for dismissing him for his age, despite the fact that he’d watch and learned as much from his father as possible since an early age. Now 19 he was a freshman in college taking Business Administration. Then there were Hvitserk, 23, and Sigurd, 21, the ones more adamant about following in their father’s footsteps. Hvitserk was using the money they were all getting to sustain his pricy bachelor lifestyle, and so was Sigurd who dedicated most of his time to art and music. Neither tried to pursue a higher education degree.

“Don’t get too excited. Father will be back and then what? It’s not like he cares about us.” Sigurd, the mood killer, chugged his beer aggressively “He didn’t let us visit him in prison not even once. Not even Mother was allowed to. He didn’t even care for sending a postcard for Christmas!”

“He must have had his reasons.”

“And he left us the company”

“And so what? He just wanted to prevent it from ending up in the hands of the government. Fuck him! You might all want to play the role of doting sons, but I’m not gonna tag along” After this Sigurd stormed off.

The remaining brothers looked at one another. A little bit of what Sigurd had just said resounsed with them, but at the same time they were excited to welcome back their father. Things would be very different with him around.

“I say we celebrate.” Ivar said, not minding Sigurd. He couldn’t wait for his father to be back so that he could prove himself once and for all. He was no longer the defenseless crippled child he was when Ragnar went away.

Despite the good mood he was in about Bjorn’s good news, Ivar wasn’t vibing with the club’s atmosphere that night. Hvitserk and Ubbe were making out with some random girls, Sigurd was nowhere to be seen and Torvi and Bjorn had left already. Instead, he was craving for some adrenaline and he knew just the way to get it. Texting his dealer, he left the club with the help of his crutches.

Nothing was to stop him except that on the way out someone bumped into him almost causing him to lose his fragile balance. Fury grew on Ivar who was about to yell at whoever made the mistake of infuriating him that night, but that’s when her face lost the blurriness of a few seconds ago and Ivar lost his balance again but for a completely different reason.

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to...shit”

“Bitch, get back! For the hundredth time, you’re not getting in!”

The girl’s expression quickly turned one of desperation. “I told you I have to. My cousin needs help! Don’t stop me, please” Her words were towards the bouncer that was now pulling her back, but her pleading eyes were on Ivar as if asking for help.

“Hey, let her go!” Ivar didn’t know why, but his rage got up to new levels when he saw the bouncer getting his filthy hands on her. “I said back off. Take your fucking hands off of her.”

At Ivar’s command the bouncer let her go. It didn’t matter that he was a big muscle guy, Ivar took a step towards him and faced him with a cold death stare.

“She’s coming in with me, do you understand?”

“Ragnarsson, she is a minor. I can’t let her in.”

“I’m not asking.”

His tone set it. He nodded so that the girl got in the club ahead of him. She didn’t even say a word, going immediately in. Ivar had to hurry himself inside to catch up.

“Fuck, there’s so many people” she noticed looking absolutely lost.

“Let me help you.” he offered.

“The bathrooms. My cousin... she called me, she didn’t sound fine… I’m worried something’s happened... She said she couldn’t move” she was trembling as she spoke. Ivar reached her hand with his.

“If she is here we are going to find her.” he assured her “Follow me”

It was not typical of Ivar to help a lady in distress but as he was guiding this girl through the crowd of drunk dancing people he couldn’t understand the need he was abruptly feeling for shielding her and, worst of all, to comfort her. These feelings left him uneased, but he was not going to dwell into that right now. If his suspicions were right and her cousin was somewhere in the club, then she was probably drugged to the point of unconsciousness and in a position to be taken advantage of.

They swiped all the bathrooms at the club until at last they burst into one where a girl was noticeably knocked down in a corner.

“Cathrine!” the girl immediately crouched down on her cousin. “Cathrine, can you hear me?”

“All of you, get out” Ivar demanded the girls who were inside. Some tried to complain, after all he was the guy in a female bathroom. These same girls that had paid no attention, or they just didn’t care, to the other girl on the floor. He then went outside as fast as he could and got a water bottle.

“She’s awake, but barely. Says she 's dizzy. She’s not talking right”

“She was likely drugged” It wouldn’t be a first in that club “Make her sip some water” he threw the water bottle at them. He really wanted to level down to them, but with his crutches and all it just wouldn’t go well. “I’m gonna find help.”

He ‘raced’ to the VIP area. Only Hivtserk was there with a girl on top of him. What was wrong with his brothers for acting as if their corner was a place of public foreplay display?

“Hvitserk, I need your help!”

“Go away Ivar” he grumbled and continued to suggestively run his hands on the brunette over his lap.

Ivar had to take the matter into his hands. The first thing he found was a leftover cocktail on the table which he threw at the girl. Her immediate squeak was so high and audible despite the deafening music. She practically jumped from on top of his brother.

“You crazy motherfucker!”

“What the fuck Ivar?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Come with me. I need your help.”

Usually he didn't have much faith in his brothers - after all they were a pain in his ass most of the time - but this time he was really hoping to call on Hvitserk’s good senses. Fortunately his prayers were answered and his older brother followed him back to the bathroom

“What’s going on?”

“There’s a passed out girl. We need to get her out of here.”

“Would you go so far as in to get laid, little brother? Oh, you sicko”

“This is not the time for jokes, asshole. You’re the sicko for even suggesting that”

Ivar was almost regretting getting Hvitserk to help, but the truth was that he alone wouldn’t be able to carry the girl out from the bathroom. The moment they got in there Hvitserk got a bit more serious and kneeled next to the two girls.

“Let’s get her out of here”

Together with Hvitserk, the girl helped raise her semi-unconscious cousin. People inside the club were so fucked up that they didn’t drop one second to look at them leaving.

“Take her to my car” Ivar indicated and so they did. He unlocked his metallic grey SUV from afar and went on to open the backdoors where they laid the girl. “Let her get some fresh hair. It will do her good.”

“Should we take her to the hospital?” Hvitserk suggested.

A loud “No!” came from the inside of the car.

“She can’t. It will be too complicated” said the other girl but not without hinting her dissatisfaction.

Ivar finally took a moment to fully look at her. Dressed in just a pair of jeans and a warm sweatshirt, she was lean and tall, but at least a good ten centimeters shorter than himself. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy bun with some strands falling down on her face. He had to hold the instinct to gently brush those aside. And her eyes… They were a very greyish blue color like he had never seen before. They were mirroring worry and nervousness.

“I’m calling a cab. Thank you for your help. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it weren’t for you” she said facing Ivar and Ivar only.

“I can drive you.” he offered without thinking.

“We already bothered you enough -”

Ivar cut her off “Nonsense. I’m going to drive you” he declares in a way that offered no other option.

Relief poured from her gaze “Thank you”

It was quite the drive, further out of Bergen’s city center. By the time they got there the passed out girl - Cathrine - had regained consciousness, albeit feeling nauseous and dizzy. Hvitserk carried her alone in his arms to the inside of the house and further into her bed. It was time enough for her to fall asleep like a rock.

“She seems just to need some rest. Keep her hydrated when she wakes up.”

“If she was drugged then it should wear off her system soon”

“Noted. I don’t know how to thank you both”

“You could go on a date with one of us, how does that sound?”

“Hvitserk!” Ivar admonished in reaction to the girl’s shocked expression “Please, ignore my brother. He, too, has drugs that need to wear off his system”

“You’re no fun, Ivar” Hvitserk couldn’t argue back on the drugs part. “A pleasure to help, milady. Until next time” He did a silly bow and left the apartment back to the car.

“Is he always like that?”

“Most of the time, yeah.” Ivar shrugged his shoulders “Hand me your phone” Because she did without complaining, he got it and put his number in there “I’m Ivar Lothbrook. Whenever you need help.”

What he really wanted to say was ‘text me’. He didn’t have the nerve for that, tho.

For the first time that night she finally showed a glimpse of a smile “Honestly, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help, Ivar Lothbrok”

Her hand was touching his and for a moment everything seemed to stop. The way his name sounded on her lips… A shiver went down his spine. He wanted to hear it again, but most importantly he wanted to know her name.

But in that exact moment a horn yelled. Goddamned Hvitserk. He was going to wake up the whole street, which was the opposite of what the girls had asked. “I better go drive him home now or else he’ll wake up the whole neighborhood”

Yet Ivar was finding it difficult to leave. To leave her. Another honk made him take the necessary steps.

“I mean it when I say for you to use my number whenever. Stay safe”

He finally closed the door behind him and walked back to the car, but not before looking over his shoulder. There she was, by the window, waving goodbye with a shy smile on her face.

He needed to see her again.

The next morning Ivar woke up rather hopeful of seeing a text message. Seeing there was none, his day didn’t kick off exactly on the right terms. Throughout the day he checked his phone more times than he cared to admit and each time he grew impatient and irritated. What was it about that girl to make him like this? It’s not like he usually gave a crap about whoever he met.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve got a right cob-on” his older brother Ubbe asked later that day when they were all chilling by the firepit in the backyard of the Lothbrook’s home.

Although in Norway it was uncommon for people their age to still be living at home, in their case that’s how things were and worked out great most days. Usually it was just the four brothers and the house was big enough for them not to be in each other’s ways.. Their mother, Aslaug Lothbrok, ran one the country’s finest art galleries. After her husband’s arrest she had moved her gallery to the capital city, Oslo, instead of their home city. Lately she spent most of her time there rather than at home.

“It’s nothing. Leave me alone”

“He’s hung up” teased Hvitserk “Still thinking about the pretty blondie from last night, brother?”

Right that moment Ivar wished he could smack the mocking smiles out of his brother’s faces.

“Well, well, well Ivar. Didn’t know you had company last night.”

“He didn’t. Not exactly. None of us did” Hvitserk proceed to put Ubbe on the loop in regards to their little episode last night. “Instead of asking her for her number, our little brother gave her his. Wrong move, dude.” Ivar immediately regretted telling this to Hvitserk. “Don’t be so bummed out, Ivar. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Speaking of…”

A blonde Ivar doesn’t care much about exits their home in Sigurd’s company, both appearing content which can only mean one thing. Margrethe is a constant guest at the Lothbrok’s and probably the only female with the fame of being acquainted with all of the brothers’ rooms. Although a favorite among the Ragnarssons, to Ivar she’s nothing but an unpleasant company he is forced to tolerate after they fall out months ago.

“If that’s the fish you’re hinting at, I’d rather go vegan” Ivar mumbled under his breath.

I hope you liked it! It’s my first Vikings fic :) Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language. At least five more chapters will be on the way.

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