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Under The Moonlight

Request: Yes or No

Don't kill me pls I love y'allllllllll if it helps i have three parts already writtennnnn! look at the pretty man

CW/TW: Violence, implied homophobia, Christianity, bashing Christianity (idk if that should be a warning), Vikings being Vikings, men being men

Apologies to any ppl from Greenland or people with a lot of knowledge on Norse culture and their gods, I will get some things wrong.

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The sail to Kattegat had proven to be a difficult feat, though most trips across open ocean typically were. The ocean had shown mercy at first; when the waves would only brush against the side of the boat gently, beckoning curious eyes to gaze into its depths.

But upon sailing closer to Kattegat, a storm began brewing above. The sky turned a dark shade of gray as the waves began to grow, slamming against the boat harder and harder, threatening to capsize it with each powerful hit. The other boats traveling alongside them began to disappear until the drenched man could no longer see more than a foot ahead of him through the pouring rain. With the roaring waves and claps of thunder hounding his senses, (Y/N) could hardly hear the instructions his siblings shouted in an attempt to keep the boat from sinking into the darkness below. But in the end, Leif's experience allowed everyone to escape the storm without losing a single person.

Rising from the wooden seat, (Y/N) stared at the harbor settled between the mountains, a horn blaring through the air to signal their arrival. The town appeared large and heavily occupied. Far more occupied than he had expected. Kattegat was a seemingly well-known town but the man hadn't expected to see so many Vikings gathered in just one harbor. His half-sister seemed to share similar thoughts. She stared at the town, gaze lingering for a moment before she looked back toward her brothers with uncertainty but after meeting (Y/N)'s eyes, her lips pulled into a warm smile and her shoulders relaxed.

Freydis Eriksdotter. Only younger than him by a few weeks. With her long blonde hair and tender blue eyes, Freydis had been a shining light in his darkest moments. While she physically resembled her mother, her stubborn and fierce personality could be attributed to their stubborn and infamous father, Erik Thorvaldsson. She had proven to be the perfect combination of her parents; her idle hands that could weave thread and mend injuries also knew how to handle a sword. And with a father like theirs, it was imperative they knew how to defend themselves, from animals and people alike. 

"Stay close and out of trouble," A voice rumbled from behind him as the boat neared the docks.

Then there was his older half-brother, Leif Eriksson. With his broad structure, long brown hair, and bright blue eyes, Leif resembled their father in more ways than one. And yet, he tried to be everything their father wasn't; gentle, forgiving, and merciful. He and Freydis easily adapted to (Y/N)'s presence after his mother brought him to their home. They gleefully took him in, calling him their brother within days and growing to love him within weeks. Leif proved to be the older brother anyone could ever wish for.

"I'm not the one you should be telling that to." (Y/N) muttered, folding his arms over his chest and feeling the boat slow to a stop. The Vikings on the docks were quick to help secure the boat and one took a moment to examine the condition of it and its passengers. 

"How in Odin's name did you avoid the storm?" He questioned curiously as he rested his hands on his hips

Brushing off his question, Leif addressed the man. "Did any ships from the west make it in last night?" 

"No, just two ships before the storm." He answered and nodded toward the shore, drawing (Y/N)'s attention to it. Littered across the sand were bodies, flags, and pieces of wood. Few searched through the wreckages for valuables or familiar faces while others treaded into the waters to pull the corpses onto land. A saddening sight for anyone. Lives lost to the rage of the ocean. Leif studied the shore and exhaled softly, shaking his head lightly before turning to his crew. 

"Toke, Ulf, you stay here with the boats and resupply," Leif instructed the two men and then turned his sights onto siblings. "Freydis, (Y/N), check with the captains at the harbor. The rest of you will come with me to search the town." 

Freydis frowned but before she could protest, (Y/N) gently grasped her arm. "The time will come." He assured her gently. Freydis pursed her lips and nodded, gazing after their brother as he and the others disappeared into the crowded town. She heaved a sigh and turned back to look at their messy boat.

"You know, I do not need you watching over me," Freydis muttered and retrieved some more rope from the floor, squinting up at their sail to check for anything else that had possibly gotten loose in the strong winds.

"It's my job as your big brother." (Y/N) reminded teasingly, a grin appearing on his face when she scoffed softly and rolled her eyes. Freydis expertly tied the rope in her hands around the mast, glancing at the men as (Y/N) took the things Toke and Ulf had quickly retrieved. (Y/N) looked over their supplies, ensuring they had everything they needed. 

"Where are you from?" Someone called out, pulling the Greenlanders' attention away from their tasks and onto the man watching them from the dock.

He was tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His brunette hair had been tied back into a bun, allowing them to gaze at his bearded face and dark eyes. He regarded the crew with mere curiosity and a boyish smile that screamed trouble, exuding an aura of friendliness. But even with his kind eyes and relaxed posture, (Y/N) couldn't find it in himself to trust him. They were newcomers on strange land. Easy targets for vultures. 

Slipping his fingers around his sheathed dagger, (Y/N) allowed his eyes to sweep over the man once more, taking note of the axe holstered to his hip. When he turned his attention back onto the stranger's face he found the man already watching him. The brunette tilted his head to the side expectantly, presumably awaiting an answer from him but he received silence in return as (Y/N) turned his back to him and focused on taking count of their food supply, or rather lack of.

Chuckling softly under her breath, Freydis peered over her shoulder and answered, "Greenland."

"What kind of journey was it?" The man inquired, gaze lingering on the quiet man.

"Long. Five weeks. No stops." Freydis answered once more and watched the man closely as he finally tore his eyes away from her brother and stepped closer to asses the boat. Upon finishing with the mast, she finally faced him.

"Five weeks across open ocean in this?" He peered down at Freydis with twinkling eyes and a wolfish grin. "I'm impressed."

"Then you are easily impressed." 

"Not true. My standards are quite high." The man objected playfully, watching his sister with an all too familiar look. (Y/N) had been no stranger to that dance, especially when it came to Freydis and the other women of the crew. And seeing as his sister appeared rather taken with the handsome stranger, (Y/N) doubted she'd only flirt with him. 

"So are mine." Freydis pulled herself up onto one of the seats, wrapping her hand around one of the ropes attached to the mast to maintain her balance. She smirked at him, blatantly looking him over to feed into their little flirtatious game. "Are you from Kattegat?"

"No, from Ringerike. I'm Harald Sigurdsson." Harald spoke his name proudly, almost as if he were important. It made (Y/N)'s eyes roll. "Who are you?"

"My name is Freydis." The blonde answered before motioning toward (Y/N) with a nod. "And this is my brother."

"Ah." Harald leaned back, hand resting on the hilt of his axe as he looked back at (Y/N). "Then, I believe after such a long voyage, I would think a hot bath would sound good to your sister." Bold words slipped from his mouth and (Y/N) found himself raising his brows at him, hearing Ulf and Toke snickering quietly from their spots. Freydis looked at her brother with widened eyes but the corners of her lips twitched upward in amusement. Meeting her gaze, (Y/N) knew Leif would be far from pleased if he allowed her to leave the boat with a stranger, but he'd be unable to blame (Y/N) for it. Freydis had a habit of doing whatever she wanted, with and without permission. So, with the knowledge Freydis could easily defend herself if it came to it, (Y/N) hesitantly nodded.

"Well then," Freydis turned back to Harald and stepped onto the dock, turning her chin up at him and quirking a pale brow. "Where could I get one of these hot baths?"

"Come." Harald chuckled, shooting the man one last glance before he placed his hand on Freydis's lower back and led her down the dock until they disappeared from view.

"With that attitude, he's asking for someone to dig an axe in his back," Ulf said as he stood up, casting a glance over the boat.

Shaking his head, (Y/N) looked at him and offered a smile. "We've come for other reasons." He reminded, watching Toke finish securing everything.

With the boat taken care of, the two men followed (Y/N) down the dock and looked around as he led them into town. Sellers shoved varying items in his direction, shouting off prices and rambling about their products. Amongst the perfumes, clothes, and weapons being sold, there were slaves. Shackled and shivering. (Y/N) felt his throat tighten at the sight of them.

"There's Liv!" Ulf pointed out and (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the slaves, turning his back to them as his friends slipped from the crowd one by one. 

"No luck." Yrsa sighed. Before (Y/N) could speak, another horn sounded off, signaling the arrival of more ships and it only took a moment for Lief to slip out of the crowd and join the group, looking over everyone with newfound determination.

"The cross belongs to an English Viking." He revealed, eyes searching for Freydis's familiar face and frowning when he didn't spot her. Turning to his brother questioningly, his frown only deepened when (Y/N) avoided his eyes and sheepishly rubbed the side of his neck.

"She left with someone. A so-called Harald Sigurdsson."

Sighing heavily, Leif nodded. "I'll find her. We'll meet up at the docks."

When Leif disappeared back into the crowd, (Y/N) faced the crew and motioned for them to start heading back. On the short walk to the docks, it began to rain lightly but the wind picked up considerably. They just couldn't seem to stay dry for long. It didn't take long for Leif and Freydis to join the crew, eyes trained on the ships sailing into the harbor. Upon getting closer, (Y/N) spotted two of the men on one of the ships, crosses dangling from their necks. Considering the loud cheering from the docks, the two were loved, perhaps even worshipped. 

"It's him," Freydis confirmed, looking back at her brothers when the men stepped off the ships. She looked back at the sound of a familiar voice and her eyes narrowed upon seeing Harald greeting them, appearing to know the men on a personal level. 

"Isn't that-"

"Yes." Freydis breathed, jaw clenching. Grasping the handle of her knife, Freydis took a step forward, ready to get her revenge on the man who had fled from justice. But she didn't get far before (Y/N) took her arm and pulled her back. Too many eyes, too many Christians. They'd see her coming from a mile away if she brazenly rushed at them and he doubted they'd only pray for her if she were caught.

"Not here," Leif told her, keeping an eye on the men as they strode deeper into town. Grunting softly, the blonde sheathed her knife and stepped back, eyes bright with rage. "Toke, Yrsa. Go get our things."

The men stopped briefly to eat, giving Toke and Yrsa enough time to gather everyones' belongings and bring them back, handing them off just as the men got on horses and began leaving town. The crew followed them out of town, keeping a safe distance away and being mindful of the other Vikings with the men. Leif led everyone into the dense forest, stepping over fallen logs and foliage as they climbed up the side of the mountain. A tiresome trek but a necessary one. Freydis needed to bring justice down on the man who had hurt her and her brothers had vowed on helping her. So, (Y/N) ignored the way his muscles ached for rest and marched on.

The winds lashed furiously on the mountain but it was the least of (Y/N)'s worries as he took in the sight below. A whole camp filled with more Vikings than he could count. Tents perched in just about every corner, horses roaming around, carts filled with supplies. It looked like an army preparing for something, but what exactly? (Y/N) swallowed and looked at Leif, taking in the concentrated look on his face.

"We'll set up camp in the forest." Leif decided, turning to his equally perplexed and surprised friends. "We'll keep an eye on him until the time is right." Leif nodded to his sister and Freydis returned it, eyeing the camp one last time before she turned and began heading back down the mountain, the others following close behind and exchanging glances. (Y/N) strayed for a moment, looking over all the Vikings present. A need for so many warriors could only mean something big, something important.  Part of him didn't want to find out what it was.

Turning his attention away from the camp, he caught up with the others and headed down the mountain where they could rest until a solid plan was created. Yrsa and Ulf worked together to prop their furs on long sticks, Liv and Leif collected some sticks to create a small fire and Njal left to watch the camp. (Y/N) explored the forest, gazing up at the tall trees towering over them. While he was no stranger to a lush forest, he'd been used to seeing vast snow-covered plains for most of his life. He missed the openness of his home... He missed his parents and brothers. Sighing softly, he turned his sights onto the bright green brush and grass, searching for fallen branches and sticks to help feed the fire Liv and Leif had started. He'd have to take in the sights of nature another time. They had more important matters at hand. 

Returning to camp with a handful of sticks and crouching down by the fire, he set the pile down beside Liv and brushed his hands free of dirt. Liv gave him a thankful smile, picking up a few and tossing them into the fire, the crackle growing louder. (Y/N) lifted his head to look at the others, noting Skarde seemed awfully quiet and upset. Yrsa had settled down on a blanket made of furs whilst Ulf and Toke conversed and his sister sat by herself, looking out in the direction of the camp. She perked up at the sight of Njal, watching him return with a conflicted expression.

"He must be important. He hasn't come out of the main tent." Njal informed them, gaze cast onto the ground as glances were exchanged.

Running a hand over his face, Skarde shook his head and spoke shakily, fingers toying with the thread wrapped around his hand. "This changes things."

"This changes nothing," Freydis spoke, snapping her head toward him and narrowing her eyes when he scoffed.

"Really? What is your plan then? Go down there and simply take your revenge?" He questioned, raising a brow at her as she stood and faced him.

"If I have to, yes." Noticing the growing animosity, Leif stood up from his spot beside Liv, glancing between his sister and friend as they went back and forth, both Greenlanders growing more annoyed with each passing second.

Skarde slowly nodded in disbelief, rolling up the thread in his hands and tossing it to his feet. "I won't be a part of such a plan." He spat, pushing himself off the tree he'd been sitting against. 

"Then you break your oath to my father?" Leif furrowed his brows as he walked forward, placing himself between the two and staring up at him. (Y/N) rose up from his hunches and stepped around the brunette to stand beside his brother, briefly pulling Skarde's attention off his siblings and onto him. 

Clenching his jaw, Skarde spoke, "I didn't promise your father to be a part of foolishness."

"What do we know of this place?" Njal's deep voice interjected, his tone full of uncertainty. "Trees, cities, and giant armies? These Norse are not our people."

"They are Viking... Just like you." Freydis raised her brows, pointedly looking between Njal and Skarde as she spoke.

"No." Skarde asserted with a light shake of his head. "We are Greenlanders. As are you." He said, inhaling deeply before he continued. "Until this morning, no one among us had ever seen more than 40 people together in one place. Now, I look at more men than in Iceland and Greenland together. We must be able to admit that what we came here for is now hopeless." 

Silence fell over the crew and when nobody countered his argument, Freydis scoffed in disbelief and turned away from them, stalking off in the direction of the camp. (Y/N) didn't hesitate on following his sister through the foliage until they came across the tree line. Freydis stared out at the camp with crossed arms and a frown on her face. The crunching of leaves signaled Leif's presence, having followed his younger siblings as well.

"You shouldn't have stopped me at the harbor," Freydis muttered bitterly. "It would be done."

"And you would be dead," Leif stated bluntly, gazing out at the camp. 

"Then I'd be in Valhalla with the other Einherjar, feasting with Odin and the Gods. And Father would be proud."

"We are not here for Father, Freydis." (Y/N) spoke up, hand reaching out to gently touch the back of her arm. She looked down at his hand, her tense figure slowly relaxing at her brother's touch. "We came here for you. Besides, Father didn't think of-"

"What are you trying to tell me?" She asked defensively, tilting her head up to look into his eyes. "Do you believe it's hopeless? Because I will not stop until I get my revenge." 

"No, Freydis. We're asking you to trust us." Leif said, softening his gaze as he looked at his sister. Freydis swallowed and looked back at him, lips pressing together. She released a shaky sigh and nodded, loose curls bouncing against her speckled skin.

"I trust you."

"Good. Because I have a plan."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" (Y/N) questioned, eyeing the Vikings walking around with their weapons close to their sides and crosses hanging proudly from their necks. When night had fallen, Leif had pulled him away from the rest to take him to the camp. Leif wished to infiltrate the camp and figure out what exactly so many of their people had been gathered.

"If you'd like, you can return to camp," Leif glanced back at him, shoulder roughly bumping against another Viking walking by. (Y/N) stepped closer to his brother, listening to the soft prayers oozing from tents and groups of Vikings. Unease bubbled in his stomach. Too many Christians for his liking. Leif lifted his hand to his face, brushing back some hair before an older man suddenly reached out, snatching his wrist and staring at the tattoo Leif had on his wrist.

"What you doing over here?" He hissed quietly, voice thick with an English accent. He spared a look around before releasing Leif's wrist and glancing at (Y/N). "Come with me before one of these damn Christians catches sight of the both of ya." He sucked his teeth, shoving the brothers forward and away from the other Vikings. (Y/N) stumbled out onto an open area and looked back at the man, watching him warily glance back.

"If that Jesus bunch caught you two prowling around over there, you'd be lucky to get back." He shook his head, leading them toward a cart and pulling their hands up. He began stacking folded blankets and coats made of fur on their hands until the sound of drums began echoing through the air and everyone began heading in the direction of the sound.

"Stay close," Leif whispered to his brother, following the older man through the crowd. Men on horses led the way with their torches held in the air, only stopping once the crowd stood in front of those beating the drums. (Y/N) handed the blankets off to the older man, nodding to him and keeping close to Leif as they slipped through the crowd until they reached the front. A few Vikings stood on top of a hill overlooking the crowd. Harald Sigurdsson among them. He appeared to be quite important.

"Welcome, friends!" The man standing beside Harald began, voice echoing through the valley. Murmurs erupted through the crowd and a name seemed to be passed around: King Canute of Denmark.

"Over a hundred years ago, a great Viking army set off for England to avenge the death of Ragnor Lothrok. It achieved its goal. And after many great victories, our people were invited to settle into communities there. With time, we sent our loved ones to live and work there. The Danelaw became their home." King Canute spoke, allowing a brief moment of silence to pass as the information settled in. 

"A year ago, all that changed. And a slaughter began. A massacre. Unknown in the long history of our people. An attack. Not warrior to warrior, but waged on innocent women and children." The more he spoke, the rowdier the crowd got, murmurs growing louder. "Waged for only one reason; to cleanse England of our people. You have been summoned here for a purpose, to avenge the death of our people and to show the English that they cannot murder Vikings and expect us to do nothing!" The crowd erupted in cheers, swords being slammed against shields in support. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably as shoulders bumped against his, adrenaline beginning to pump in the veins of those around him.

"Our ancestors would not. Ivar the Boneless and Bjorn Ironside would not. I will not. Will you?" The crowd roared their response. It was not in a Viking's blood to simply ignore an attack against themselves, against loved ones. But many of the Vikings present weren't there to avenge a loved one. A blind and unexpected attack was an easy way to bruise someone's ego. "You are here for your families! You are here for your honor! You are here because you are Vikings!" King Canute finished, hearing the overwhelming shouts and roars of agreement, metal swords slamming against shields. Leif and (Y/N) exchanged a look, arms brushing against each other and providing the brothers with some sense of comfort in a sea of furious men and women.

"We will fight the English." One man staggered forward, head turning to sneer at the others. "But not with Christians!" He bellowed, motioning toward them with his axe as others cheered in agreement. Despite the years, (Y/N) could feel his scar ache as he looked toward the gathered Christians, a certain disdain swirling in his chest. "Christians killed my family. They are my true enemy."

"And you are mine, Pagan." One of the Christian men responded, stepping forward from the rowdy crowd. "These men are nothing but idolaters. Worshippers of Satan!" 

With a war cry, the first man ran at the other, swinging his axe at him but his blow was blocked by the second man's shield. The two continued swinging at each other, urged on by both crowds alike. Swiftly going down the hill, Harald got in between them, blocking with his shield and swinging at the men in an attempt to push them away from each other. Releasing a cry when a sword cut him, Harald sneered at the men and spread out his arms to prevent them from attacking each other.

"Enough!" Harald snarled at them, heavy pants leaving him. He turned toward the first man, dropping his arms to his sides as he addressed him. "Jarl Gorm, you say you'll never fight with Christians but what am I? Did I not spend every summer of my youth with your family? Did you not love me like a son?" He questioned, whipping his head to look at the second man. "Jarl Nori, a pious Christian. I saw your sister the night of the massacre. What would she say about your refusal to fight with your brothers here? Would she not call you a coward?" Harald looked between the two before taking a step back and facing the crowd.

"That your God is Odin or Christ means nothing to me! Only your honor does! Only your courage does!" He shouted into the night. Heaving softly, he touched a hand to his sliced arm and lifted his blood-soaked fingers into the air. "This blood is not my blood. It is our blood, it is Viking blood! And it will always be!" His words garnered cries and shouts of agreement, flags swinging back and forth. The two men nodded to Harald and retreated to their previous spots in the crowd, content with keeping the peace for the time being.

"It is going to be a long night," Leif whispered as the cheers continued. (Y/N) could only sigh in return.

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"Did you sleep at all?"

"You know very well I can't sleep around strangers." (Y/N) answered with a yawn, trying to push away the exhaustion clinging to his body. Leif frowned, using his fingers to comb his hair back into a bun but before he could lecture his brother, (Y/N) turned his back to him and looked out at the bustling Vikings.

"What now?"

"We find him and we keep an eye on him," Leif answered and walked forward, the sound of singing filling the camp as Vikings went about their day. Men and women collected supplies, heaving them onto carts and helping one another. (Y/N) searched for the man, eyes flickering from face to face, never allowing his gaze to linger to avoid attracting attention to them. Feeling fingers lightly tap his arm, he followed Leifs' gaze and spotted the man walking through the ground. However, before the two could follow, Leif's shoulder was roughly grabbed and his body turned to face a stranger.

"It's them, all right." The man nodded to his friends and sneered at the brothers. "Your father is Erik Thorvaldson, yes? Erik the Red?"

"And what is that to you?" Leif asked, eyeing the men around them. (Y/N) brought his hand to his dagger's handle, looking over his shoulder at the men behind them, their shields up to block them from leaving. 

"Our name is Becken. Your father killed our brother Sven." The man revealed, motioning between himself and the other Viking standing beside him.

"Our father's history has nothing to do with us." Leif retorted, reaching out to grab (Y/N)'s arm and gently push him forward, hoping to avoid a fight but one of the men cut in front of them, blocking them from getting too far and cockily grinning at them.

"Your father is a killer. Run away to escape justice. It has everything to do with you." The first man asserted bitterly. (Y/N)'s grip on the dagger tightened and he looked back at Leif, searching his face for permission to swing at the man in front of him. Leif grimaced and turned toward the man who had begun it, raising his brows.

"You're making a mistake." He warned.

Scoffing, the man in front of (Y/N) shook his head. "No, Eriksson. The mistake was yours." He declared, charging forward but before he could bring the sword down on the younger brother, (Y/N) grabbed his attacker's forearm and turned his body, slipping his dagger out while simultaneously elbowing the man directly in the nose. The man cried out in pain and stumbled backward, hand raising to touch his now bleeding nose. The pain, however, only fueled his rage and he charged again with an enraged cry. (Y/N) quickly dodged the following swing and slammed his foot into the back of his knee, sending the man toppling downward. He rolled over onto his back and attempted to get up but (Y/N) kicked his face, causing more blood to spill from his nose as his head slammed back into the grass. Retrieving the man's discarded axe from the ground, (Y/N) threw it at one of the men charging at his brother, successfully hitting him and causing the man to fall. 

"Brother!" Turning, (Y/N) caught the shield Leif tossed at him and blocked a swing from a sword, using the shield to shove the man onto the ground. He spun around and leaned back, narrowly getting cut by an axe swinging in his direction. Lifting his leg, (Y/N) kicked the man in the stomach and made him stumble backward, using his momentary loss of balance to charge forward and dig the dagger into his arm. Pulling it out and panting softly, (Y/N) stepped back and briefly pressed his back against Leif's.

The man that had attacked him first blindly charged, face soaked in red. (Y/N) raised the shield to block his punch and lowered it just as quickly, swinging the dagger at his face and cutting his cheek. Moving his hands down to the bottom of the shield, he swung it sideways and hit the side of the man's face, knocking him down again. When another one charged, he did similarly, aiming at his wrist and knocking the sword from their grasp. Releasing the shield and charging, (Y/N) tackled the man onto the grass and pinned his arms down with his knees, lifting his dagger above his head and bringing it down.

"Enough!" Leif called, and (Y/N) froze, blade frighteningly close to his attacker's eye. Panting heavily, (Y/N) peered over his shoulder and spotted his brother holding a sword to the first man's throat.

"Just like your father." The man cursed, spitting out some blood and saliva.

"You're wrong." Leif lifted the sword, using the side of it to knock him out. "If I were like my father, you'd all be dead." He breathed and turned toward (Y/N), tossing the sword aside and motioning for him to stand. (Y/N) looked down at the man writhing beneath him and huffed softly, standing up and trailing after Leif. 

"Taking another's life would've complicated things, (Y/N)," Leif scolded, looking back at him with a disappointed frown.

"They attacked first." (Y/N) argued with a huff. "They would've had it coming."

Sighing, Leif shook his head and looked forward. "You sound like Father." He muttered, leading his brother to a stream near the camp and crouching down by the water. (Y/N) joined him, letting the cool water wash his hands before he dipped his dagger in and cleaned it. Once satisfied, (Y/N) rose and wiped the blade against his pant leg, sheathing it and drying his hands on his pants. He caught sight of figures in his peripheral and gently kicked his brother's leg to catch his attention.

"Eriksson from Greenland. Not the sons of Viking warrior, Erik Thorvaldson, banished from Norway and Iceland for murder?" Harald tilted his head, regarding them with an amused smile. Leif stood up, shaking his hands off, and sharing a cautious glance with his brother.

"The same." He confirmed, eyes flickering to the men beside Harald. Most wore crosses.

"I suppose when you have a father like Erik the Red, you learn to fight like that." Harald chuckled, not catching the distaste that passed over Leif's features at his words.

"My name is Leif." He walked closer, tilting his head up to look at Harald.

"I'm Harald Sigurdsson. We met yesterday, though I didn't quite catch your brother's name." Harald said, tilting his head to look at (Y/N). His cocky and playful smirk made whatever respect (Y/N) had gained for him the night before wash away in an instant. His lip pulled back and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, a soft scoff escaping him. Harald merely chuckled at his distaste, eyes slowly raking over the Greenlander.

"I believe that's none of your business." (Y/N) responded, eyes trailing down from his face to the cross he wore. Harald's hand raised to toy with it, fingers wrapping around it and blocking it from view. (Y/N) lifted his gaze and met Harald's, holding eye contact for a moment before he looked away. Leif's brows furrowed slightly, glancing between his brother and Harald.

"His name is (Y/N)," Leif piped up after a moment of silence, climbing up the short hill to be at eye level with Harald. "We heard you last night. You're a good speaker. You moved many." 

"Did I move you?" Harald asked, eyes remaining on the younger brother. His lips quirked into a small grin when (Y/N) refused to meet his gaze, only begrudgingly getting closer when his brother motioned for him. Crossing his arms over his chest, (Y/N) looked back at the men and briefly looked into Harald's dark eyes. When neither brother responded, Harald finally tore his eyes away and looked at the rather perplexed Leif, hand dropping from his cross. "Freydis said you captained your boat all the way from Greenland. Could use good ship captains who can fight. I can promise great glory if you join us in England."

"Glory?" Leif repeated, curiously glancing back at (Y/N). "I thought you were going to England for revenge?"

"We are. But true Vikings always reach for glory. It's what defines us."

"Like I said, you're a good speaker. I'll think about it." Leif answered grimly, although his tone made his answer rather clear and obvious. Harald's jaw clenched but he nodded, watching the brothers brush past him. (Y/N) paused, reaching out to touch Harald's cross, studying the metal and designs carved into it. Harald reached up to pull his cross out of (Y/N)'s grip, pausing when their fingers brushed against each other. His eyes lowered to look down at their hands.

"I wish you luck with our sister. You'll need it." (Y/N) murmured, releasing the cross and joining Leif in heading back to camp. 

The rest of the day had gone by uneventfully as the army began moving toward Kattegat where Jarl Haakon allowed them to set up camp outside the walls of her city. She graciously opened the main hall for them, hosting a feast for the warriors ready to fight. (Y/N) and Leif wandered around the hall, keeping to the sides and mostly out of view as they waited for Freydis to slip inside and enact her revenge. A risky plan but they were aware of the dangers. Death is not the end, his mother would say to him whenever he grew afraid.

"There's Skarde." (Y/N) whispered upon spotting the man slipping into the hall. Just in time for another speech from King Canute.

"Friends!" He called from the table settled at the end of the hall, rising to his feet as the Vikings fell silent and turned toward the king. Leif walked forward, heading toward the other side of the hall as quietly as possible. (Y/N) remained on the other side, glancing at Leif as he kept to the wall but made sure to remain within their view, or rather Harald's view. It proved easier than expected seeing as Harald's eyes found him almost instantaneously.

"This is a historic occasion. Our thanks to Jarl Haakon for opening her city to our righteous cause. It is an honor to be here in Kattegat, in the great hall of Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. To eat from the same table as Lagertha and all the heroes who came before. We are humbled and inspired by their legacy. But now is our time to make history. To show the cowards in England, that Vikings, despite our differences, are still one people. One heart. One soul." He concluded his speech and (Y/N) slipped out toward the middle of the room with Leif joining him midway as the Vikings dispersed. Finally meeting Harald's eyes, (Y/N) tilted his head at him and lifted a hand to his dagger, watching Harald's eyes narrow as they flickered to his hand. His eyes left the Greenlander for a moment.

"That's close enough, Greenlanders." One of the Christians who never seemed far from Harald spoke, stepping toward them and gripping Leif by the collar. Harald rose from his spot at the table and approached them as more men surrounded them. With his attention on the brothers, he didn't spot the cloaked figure descending upon the table with a knife in hand.

"Whatever you are planning, do not act on it. I'll kill you if I must." 

"We're not the ones you should be worried about." And then, a frightened scream broke the tension.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #vikings #vikings valhalla #vikings valhalla x male reader #vikings valhalla x you #vikings valhalla x y/n #vikings valhalla x reader #harald sigurdsson #harald sigurdsson x reader #harald sigurdsson x male reader #harald sigurdsson x you #harald sigurdsson x y/n #leif eriksson #freydis eriksdotter

[onesaltyhunter]

After Ragnarok

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Part 1: A Particularly (Shitty) Family Reunion

Harald Sigurdsson x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Y/N meets back with (what is left) of her family, and is met with a new face in the city of Kattegat. After a brief gathering, the Prince of Norway yet again, struggles with another brush with death.

Warnings: Swearing, more Christian hate because Hel likes to poke fun at people, near death experiences, people getting the shit beaten out of them lmao

Y/N had fallen asleep after returning to her home. The wind was violently causing the trees nearby to shed their branches, each of which crashed and hit the wooden roof of the cottage with a loud bang. Propping a pillow over her head didn't help to muffle the sounds at all, but she did it anyway. Y/N turned onto her side to face the fire she had lit to the right of her bed.

In an instant, the fire was extinguished. Y/N slowly opened her eyes, struggling to sit up, due to her lack of sleep from the current week. Then the smell of a familiar substance filled the house: seawater. A medium-toned voice resounded in her head.

We need to talk.

Y/N's eyes darted from each side of the house, looking for the supposed culprit. There was no trace of anyone ever being in her home that night, besides herself.

"You know, you could just let me sleep for once." She immediately sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

Eh, when have we ever been the people to take a break?

"You know the realms have gone to shit when Ymir decides to bless you with the power to speak in my fucking head." Y/N reached for a fur blanket that she could wrap herself with.

~●~●~●~●~

Leif, Freydis, and Harald sat a table in the main longhouse, sipping ale among a few other warriors that returned from England. It was dead silent before one of them attempted to speak.

"Harald, you look..." Leif started to say as the prince shot him a "don't you even dare say it" glance.

"Like shit?" Freydis chuckled, setting her cup down. "According to the healer, you shouldn't even be sitting up right now. They said that the back of your head bled a river."

Harald remained silent. After he was returned to his home, he had checked his heads for any wounds. He found nothing. He washed his hair to find no traces of blood, not even a single place upon his head where it hurt to the touch. He vividly remembered everything that happened up until his collapse. Y/N, the dead who walked--Harald couldn't comprehend a thing.

Grasping the cross around his neck, he wanted some confirmation that this was the work of the devil. At the same time, he didn't want to believe that one of the elites of Kattegat was capable of such things. But, overall, he didn't want to accept that the woman resembled the goddess of death. After all, the Christian God was the "one true God". He wanted to strongly believe that, but it was if his entire encounter threw that sentence out the door.

Harald opened his mouth to speak, but was interuppted by the yells from a group of warriors, entering the hall. Haakon, on her wooden throne, immediately stood up.

"May I present, Noah Odinsson!" One of the men shouted, introducing a tall, dark haired man, who easily towered over most people in the hall.

"Odinsson?" Harald stood up and spoke his first words of the night. "How far can you possibly shove your head up your arse?"

The man simply raised a brow and stared at the group at the table. Leif stood up to calm Harald down, since they believed he was obviously drunk. Freydis, gulped and gripped the knife in her left pocket tightly.

"Your words mean nothing, Christian." Noah smiled. "Especially with blood as tainted as yours."

"What is that supposed to mean? Huh?" Harald broke free from Leif's grip and unsheathed his sword, before swinging at the stranger.

Noah dodged every hit, left and right. Effortlessly, he grabbed the sword by the blade and held on to it. Harald tried to pull it from him, but it wouldn't budge. He looked up towards the slightly taller individual, and stared at what looked to be glowing blue eyes. In an attempt to get a better look at him, Harald let go of his sword. Noah let the blade slide farther down in his grip, handing it back to the prince.

"Jarl Haakon!" He immediately turned his attention away from Harald. "I requested a place to rest for me and my men."

"And you shall be given one, Odinsson." She replied, with an annoyed look plastered across her face.

"I've had enough of this." Harald slammed his cup on the table before exiting the longhouse.

Noah shook his head, smiling.

~●~●~

Harald was walking towards his home but was caught off guard by Y/N speaking to herself.

"What the fuck do you mean that there's something wrong?" She mumbled, as she continued pacing towards the shoreline.

"Hello." Harald didn't know of any other way to catch her attention, and his smile immediately faded once she shot an angry look at him.

"I'm busy right now..."

"You seem troubled."

"I'm always fucking troubled." Y/N attempted to turn a right after a fisherman's home, but Harald followed.

"You saved me." He exhaled, and she stopped in her path.

"I did."

"And those soldiers you brought back to life." Harald attempted to maintain a stoic glare.

"Did you just arrive here after drinking in the longhouse?" Y/N raised a brow, turning around towards the building and he replied with a small nod. "Fuck, I want whatever substance they're putting in their ale."

Y/N began to approach the longhouse even thought the voice in her head yelled louder. It was repetitive, and an annoyance. Perhaps it was better if her brother had been given some other power?

I'm trying to describe the problem to you, not guide you towards it. Damn this prince! Y/N, you need to turn around.

"No." She hid her reply in a cough.

"What was that?" Harald caught up to her speedwalking pace.

"Ugh, it's cold."

"Oh."

The instant Y/N reached the corner of the longhouse, her ears began to ring. Not in a destructive way, but more of a distinct, magical manner. She ignored it, and continued into the building. There on one of the middle tables, sat Noah, who glanced back at her. He clearly wasn't human, at all. The two stared at each other for around 3 minutes, with everyone in the longhouse confused, and perhaps even a bit uninterested. Noah approached Y/N, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"I missed you." He grinned, as she still stood there, absolutely lost.

Harald wanted to tear this man apart. He saw the confused, and irritated look on Y/N's face and for some unknown reason, he just wanted to tear this "Odinsson" to shreds. Had he said something that violated her? Had he been a man out to hunt her? He didn't hear a thing, but the now angry look on Y/N's face said it all. But after all, he couldn't do anything, because Haakon outlawed major fights in the hall.

"Excuse me for a moment," A man with sea-soaked clothes placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder and seemingly dragged her outside.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He snarled, looking around. "He's here."

Y/N placed both of her hands on her brother's shoulders.

"Who? Who the fuck is he--" She turned to face a blade that was pointed at Jormungandr.

"Leave her." Harald gripped his sword even tighter.

"We're busy!" The two yelled in unison.

"Are you..."

"Her brother? Yes, now kindly fuck off. We have family matters to attend to."

Absolutely angered by how poorly he had been treated, Harald retreated to his home--his original destination. It was as if any time he tried to speak with Y/N, had been forbidden by God himself. He simply wanted to punch a wall out of complete frustration, but he refrained from doing so. After he entered his home, he sat on his bed, and began to grip the cross on his necklace tight. Closing his eyes, he hoped to picture anything that would bring him any joy whatsoever. For a split second, he saw a dark-red flame, followed by a brief scream, which shook him out of his thoughts. Harald looked around his bedroom, for a sign of anyone, and there wasn't a single one. Perhaps this was a sign from God himself, that he must not approach Y/N at any cost. But again, if God was truly almighty and righteous, he wouldn't have let innocents die on Saint Brice's Day.

Harald wanted to drift off to sleep, but instead he laid in bed, staring blindly at the ceiling--for he feared what nightmarish sights awaited him the instant he shut his eyes.

~●~●~

Jormungandr guided Y/N to the edge of a coastline which was blocked off by a moss-lined cliff--a great distance away from Kattegat. He sat down with his feet lined up where the edge of the tide rolled in. Y/N followed and sat next to him, staring off into what would soon become the rising sun.

"Who is here?" Y/N stared at her brother, beginning to stack a few pebbles next to herself. "I mean, how detrimental must this be? You only come out of the water once every three decades."

"I cannot say. I know who they are, and--" He paused, picking up a stone and throwing it into the sea. "There is some power preventing me from saying."

"I'm sorry, some pesky creature has got you under it's spell?" She chuckled, raising a brow, only to receive a look of desperation in return. "By the blood of Ymir, it fucking does doesn't it?"

"I have a contingency plan."

"Which is?"

The shuffling of feet resounded against the bluff behind them. What was assumed to be a weaker Jotunn warrior by Y/N appeared to be another human. Or at least, what looked to be a human. The man had glowing yellow eyes, and medium length hair that resembled freshly mined coal. She recognized him instantly. Fenrir. The brother who was responsible for telling their father of her relationship with Baldur--the man who angered Odin into a battle that would end in near-complete annihilation.

"Harald Sigurdsson, hm?" Fenrir stared into the horizon before glancing at Y/N, who now refused to make eye contact with him. "Talk about polluting the bloodline."

"Jor-"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I'm going to strangle him."

"I'd love to see you tr-" Fenrir gasped when Y/N caught him in a chokehold, and slammed him violently against the face of the cliff.

Rocks tumbled from above, signaling the fall of a larger rock but Y/N was relentless. Her right hand began turning into its original corpse-like form, as she channeled the power of 8 realms through it. She wanted to watch her brother meet his bitter end but she stopped abruptly. Fenrir was still shaking, his teeth chattering ever so slightly, in complete shock after everything that had just happened.

"Hel, I should have known better." Fenrir shook his head. "And for that I'm truly sorry."

"You're only saying this because you don't have mother and father to protect you anymore." She shoved him, causing him to scrape his knees against the rocks. "Do you hear me? You are nothing without them!"

Jormungandr sat, unmoved by the whole situation. Both he and Y/N were given simple lifestyles before Ragnarok. He churned the seas, and she controlled one of the afterlife realms--constantly being tortured by Fenrir's petty nature. The wolf was like a child, always wanting attention and praise, and and he did not receive it, he broke down, similar to what he was doing currently.

"We will never get anything done if you two keep fighting." He picked up another rock to throw, but this time, he held it in his hand.

"Fighting? We are not fighting." Y/N stood up straight and shook her head, a little out of breath. "Saying we are fighting implies that both sides have a chance."

"Shut up, brother." Fenrir attempted to stand up, but Y/N kicked at his kneecaps to knock him down again. "You know he doesn't even have a plan?"

"You dragged, my ass, away from drinking heavily, so that I may get too see what's left of my family, and nothing more?" She began to clap slowly. "Congratulations Jor! You have accomplished abso-fucking-lutely nothing."

Y/N paused, as she felt what seemed to be a spark of energy shoot through her body--signaling that someone was on the brink of death nearby. Without warning, she began to run towards the city, bumping into merchants if she had to. The sound of a man coughing became louder, but what she did not know is that her brothers were following close behind her. The sounds of the sick and dying individual came from one of the largest establishments in the city: the prince's house.

"Harald?" Y/N yelled, and once she received no response, she kicked the far right side of the door open, seeing the prince shirtless, with blood trickling down from his mouth onto his chest. "Harald! Damn it!"

Fenrir walked in behind her, and Jormungandr soon after.

"Did you bring a horse here?" She said softly to her eldest brother. "Damn it, I'll ask it again, did you bring a fucking horse here you foul-witted dog!"

"Bring it to the door. And Jor, pick Harald up, place him on the horse, and take him to my home. Now! You cold-blooded son of a bitch!"

The two did as they were told, still a little petrified about how violent their sister had gotten over the centuries. A once solemn, kind soul had been replaced with a vengeful, violent maniac in what seemed to be mere hours after the great catastrophe. Perhaps they underestimated how the events that preceeded Ragnarok affected her--perhaps everyone did.

Y/N ran to her home, which was probably going to be faster than the traveling by horse in the wind. The instant she reached it, she began to clear off her workspace, both the table where the bodies laid, and the area where she set her tools. Reaching for a few cups, she set them all out in a line. Jormungandr arrived first, carrying Harald, before setting him upon the main table. Fenrir came soon after making sure that none of them were followed. Y/N examined Harald, who was continuing to cough up blood. His eyes were dilated, and a drop of blood fell out of his left eye. With a wave of her hand, the prince passed out, in an attempt to stabilize him.

"Asgardian magic." Fenrir loomed over the dying lord. "It's what they used in a surprise attack on our soldiers after we breached the bifrost."

"That has to be ingested for it to fully take effect." Y/N paused. "The longhouse."

"I know who did it." Jormungandr replied, and his siblings merely looked at him in disbelief, as a reminder that he had a temporary curse that prevented him from warning the of the exact individual who presented a danger in the city.

"Odinsson. Noah Odinsson. What if that man was truly a son of Odin?" Fenrir cocked his head to the side. "Sorry I didn't say anything to you two earlier. I was um... drinking."

"That wouldn't narrow it down at all. I mean I've known Harald for a day and yes I admire him--" Y/N looked at her brothers who were holding in a laugh, after Fenrir had an "I told you so" expression plastered across his face. "What if this isn't about him? What if this is about me?"

"As you said, this narrows nothing down. Every son of Odin hates us. Except Baldur, so we can exclude him."

"Thor maybe?"

Y/N reached for a red stone, which she began to ground into a powder, before mixing it into a small cup of water. With a quick flick of her wrist, she woke Harald up, easing him into a sitting position with her arm. She handed him the cup, which he immediately drank out of, without question. He placed his hand on her forearm which elicited a slight jump from Y/N. Tilting his head up a bit towards her, he mumbled a few words, each of which were unintelligible.

"What?"

"Hot. It's really hot." He managed to speak out.

"The cure to your ailments is going to hurt a lot, just bare with me." Y/N helped to prop him up in a stable manner.

"Have I not bared enough for you?" Harald mumbled once more. "I sit here next to you, slightly uncovered, and I try to speak my feelings but all you do is--"

He collapsed and Y/N caught him again, with both of her arms tucked under his shoulders.

"What a madman." She chuckled, placing a pillow underneath his head. "Ah, feelings. What an archaic commodity. Have you seen this idiot?"

"You just saved his life, now you care not for him?" Fenrir crossed his arms. "Never took you for a heartless bitch."

"Coming from you--" She paused, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. "That isn't saying much."

"Son of Odin." Jormungandr blurted out. "Sorry, I've been trying to speak for the past few minutes. That was all I could get out. I'm trying to see if I can break this forsaken spell or curse or, whatever it is, in pieces, rather than as a whole."

Y/N shook her head in disbelief to feel Harald's hand wrapped around her wrist. It wasn't in a violent way, but rather in a comforting manner. She took a step away from him and his grip became tighter, then she took a step towards him, then the girl became loosened. Completely unwavering, Y/N grabbed his hand to remove it from herself.

I will not allow my son to be alongside those weakened forest gods. He is of our pantheon, not theirs! He was born to seize control of the northern lands, not to sympathize with those who currently roam them! Perhaps I shall let some other faithful Christian do this for me. A low voice resounded.

Y/N woke up on the ground with Harald kneeling next to her, his hand still gripping her left wrist tightly. His eyes shimmered in the torch's light nearby, giving off an crimson glow. Perhaps she was just hallucinating. It didn't stop Harald from helping her up, and leaning her against the workbench to help her catch her breath.

"Lady, are you--" Harald paused, fearing a possible negative reaction from referring to her in a formal manner. "Y/N, how are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling? How are you feeling? You've been speaking like you hit your head a little harder than I thought the other day." Y/N reached past him to pour herself a cup of water from a metal pitcher. "'Feelings' and shit like that. You sounded like you drank enough ale to fill Odin's hall twice over!" A brief pause. "Sorry, you're a Christian. Enough to fill Jesus' cave I guess."

"It's a tomb." He corrected her, before looking down abruptly. "I apologize."

"Ooooh, the pagan doesn't know anything about Christianity." She smiled, "How surprising. W-Where have my brothers gone?"

"No idea." Harald placed both of his hands on his hips.

The two stared at each other for a brief minute as thoughts rushed through both of their heads.

Is he the son of Lucifer? Oh, who am I kidding? I must have hit my head extremely hard or something. Y/N began to glare into his spruce-tinged eyes.

She must be a goddess. Had it not for her magic, twice, I would have died. Christ, if this is God's way of tempting me, I am sure to give in soon enough. Harald smiled for a brief second.

"You must be hungry." She broke the silence to reach for some of the vegetables she left out on a table next to her workspace.

"Oh God no, please don't cook for me. Really, it just seems wrong for a warrior like you to do such a thing." He immediately paused. Warrior? What was he thinking?

"Well guess what? I'm hungry, and I just can't seem to make the correct amount of food to only fill my own stomach so please, if you want some, please tell me." She looked over at a vial of a substance she had retrieved on her travels.

Whatever it was, it was known to be extremely potent. The ability to get any human to tell the truth about anything. It could be a stepping stone to figuring out who this man's dangerous father character was. Perhaps it even may have had the ability to exploit Harald's knowledge of everything to see if she could discover this other dangerous figure Jormungandr spoke of. After reaching for it, the now sitting Harald took off his necklace, twirling it around between his fingers.

"Aren't you not supposed to take that off, Christian?" Y/N raised a brow, taking the lid off of the vial. "Will your God not punish you for that?"

"I-I don't know." He stuttered. "It just... Nothing feels right."

After seeing Harald set his necklace down on a table and him planting his face between his palms, Y/N screwed the lid back onto the vial.

I've done this countless times before. Since when did this not feel fucking right?

#harald x reader #jarl haakon #freydis eriksdotter #freydis #leif eriksson #leif #harald sigurdsson x reader #harald sigurdsson

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

When in Bali...

Summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it?

Beginning Notes: I was thinking about @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s fic challenge when I came up with this, but Bali sadly wasn’t on the prompt list. Still hoping that this'll do as good as Sandcastles.

Tagged: @bragisrunes @demon-of-the-ancient-world @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @batmandallyboy (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

This summer holiday has been nothing short of awful. First, you catch your partner cheating on you two weeks before you’re supposed to fly, then you find out you can’t get your money back, and then, a wheel broke off of your suitcase. It’s a wonder you even made it to your resort alive.

Now, you’re at the pool, nursing a Mojito in hopes of soothing your heartbreak. There aren’t many people around. Most of them are probably going out. An elderly couple is suntanning across from the pool, there’s two kids throwing a ball in the shallow area and a guy at the bar that looks weirdly familiar. He’s practically devouring his chicken wings and you swear you know him.

The second you start looking away, the two of you make eye contact, and he gives you a bright smile, before returning to his wings.

It happens a few more times in the following days. Each time you see him, there’s this feeling you know him. But from where?

On your fifth day there, you eat dinner at the hotel’s buffet. You haven’t gone out once, either moping at the pool or your room. What’s the point without any company?

You grab this and that off the buffet, only avoiding the shrimps that look a little gray and the chocolate you’re saving for later. At your table, you’re completely alone, and you feel like you’re back in high school.

The stranger walks in, which confuses you, because you’ve seen him leave this hotel with a blond man a bunch of times while you were still lying at the pool. He hasn’t eaten here while you were there, not once.

Every table around you is deserted, and he still makes a beeline for yours. You send a silent curse to any god there might be but put on a friendly smile.

“Hey.” He says. “Saw you sitting all alone, and I thought I’d join you.”

“Hi.” You reply.

“I’m Hvitserk, by the way.” He tells you, holding out his hand. You pause. Hvitserk isn’t a common name, and you’ve only heard it once in your entire life.

You’re sitting on the beach near your parents, trying to save this sad sandcastle when you hear a shriek. Turning around, you see a blond girl your age throwing a crab into the sand after picking it off her leg, before running after a tall boy who’s laughing with sibling-appropriate malice.

“Hvitserk!” she screams. Behind her, a boy with dark hair cackles loudly, before the boy next to him elbows him.

The boy that is being chased runs up to you.

“You have to hide me!” he says, sitting behind you. “My sister is crazy!”

The blond girl that was chasing him isn’t impressed, crossing her arms to show that she can still see him, before she stalks off. You spent the rest of the afternoon ‘hiding’ Hvitserk and building more sandcastles. At some point, the darkhaired boy that was his younger brother crawled over, critizing your castle.

Third-grade you was crushed and immediately entered a sandcastle building contest with him, with Hvitserk as judge. For the rest of your stay in Spain, you and Hvitserk were inseparable.

Quickly, you shake it. “Y/N.” you reply. “Are you from Norway?”

“Yeah, I am actually.” Hvitserk says.

“That’s pretty far.” You comment.

“What about you?” Hvitserk asks.

“I’m studying in Australia, so Bali isn’t too far.”

“You’re really familiar.” Hvitserk blurts out suddenly. You laugh dryly.

“Does that line usually work for you?”

“No, I’m serious.” He insists. “Were you in Spain for summer vacation? Like in elementary school?”

“No fucking way.” You say. “You’re Hvitserk Lothbrok?”

He nods, and your mouth falls open. “Oh my god. I thought I’d never see you again!”

“Fate works in mysterious ways.” He says, making his voice a little too deep to be serious.

“How are Ubbe and Ivar? And Brynhildr and Aslaug?”

“They’re all good.” Hvitserk says. “But Brynhildr is actually called Sigurd. He’s trans.”

“Oh so he’s the blond guy I thought was your boyfriend.” You reply. Hvitserk grimaces.

“Ew, no! He’s my brother.” Then, he smirks. “Wait, have you been stalking me?”

“No.” you protest. “Well, maybe a little bit.”

“Are you saying I’m goodlooking?” Hvitserk asks, casually taking a fry from your plate.

“I’m saying that I’m heartbroken and bored. And yes, you are semi-attractive.”

Hvitserk makes an insulted noise. “All these years of friendship and you call me semi-attractive.”

You laugh, sliding your plate to him, which he happily accepts.

“Fine. Hvitserk, you are so hot and sexy that you’re making me forget why I ever dated my ex in the first place.”

“Good.” Hvitserk says. “What are you doing in Bali anyway?”

“Non-refundable one year anniversary trip.” You grimace.

“Ouch.” Hvitserk nods sympathetically.

“What about you?” you ask. It’s nice catching up with Hvitserk. He’s exactly like you remember. Well, maybe a bit more flirtatious.

“Yearly Aslaugssons trip. Except that Ubbe has a kid on the way and doesn’t want to miss his daughter’s birth.”

“I haven’t seen Ivar around.” You comment.

“He’s kind of turned into an edgelord so he refuses to leave his room to tan. Sigurd’s out with his fiancé today, and I wanted to cheer you up.”

“Did I look that sad?” you ask. After a pause, Hvitserk nods, before you both burst into laughter.

“You should come with us tomorrow. I’ve convinced Ivar to come along for drinks and tacos, and he’s taking his girlfriend. Sigurd’s taking his partner. Why don’t you come as my date, so I’m not alone?”

“I don’t know.” You say. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Ivar and Freydís will be very preoccupied, but Sigurd’s partner is a treasure. They’ll love you; I promise.”

You think about it for a second. It could be fun, and your ex cheated. It’s okay to go as a platonic date for Hvitserk three weeks post-breakup.

“Please?” Hvitserk asks, making puppy eyes at you.

“Fine. But only because you let me win against Ivar when my sandcastle was falling over.”

***

Why are you feeling so nervous? It’s only a night out with an old friend of sorts. You’ve put on the dress that was meant for your anniversary dinner, a long bodycon dress that makes you feel pretty even now, when you’re feeling out of sorts.

You kept your makeup simple because Hvitserk casually forgot to tell you the dresscode, but it doesn’t matter because you managed to tan enough that it made you look just a little bit refreshed.

Hvitserk knocks at your door right on time – which surprises you. You’d think that Ivar would be perfectly punctual, and Hvitserk ten minutes late at the very least, but he’s there, and he’s smiling brightly, just like he did when he was still a kid.

“Hi.” You say, grabbing your purse off the desk and closing the door behind you. “How’s your day?”

“Getting better and better.” Hvitserk jokes, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious, you’re looking good.” He insists.

“I better. Spent at least an hour overthinking this dress when I bought it.”

“Yeah. Would be a pity if the dress went to waste.” Hvitserk murmurs, before he lets you out of the room and leads you to the entrance of the resort. There, Ivar and Freydís are already waiting.

“I thought Hvitserk was talking shit when he said that the Y/N was also in Bali.” Ivar greets you. He’s standing upright now, supported by legbraces and crutches.

“Still salty about my sandcastle being better than yours?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“Mine was clearly better. I’d say the judge was only a bit partial.”

“Freydís.” His girlfriend introduces herself.

“Y/N.” you answer. “Where’s Sigurd?”

“Him and Gale are already there. They said they wanted to enjoy the music a bit before Hvitserk begins ordering the entire menu.” Ivar replies. Hvitserk snorts, absentmindedly grabbing your hand as the four of you start walking. You blush furiously, but don’t let go. Not quite yet.

The restaurant is right at the beach, and a stranger comes bounding up as soon as you cross the threshold.

“You guys are just on time.” They announce. “Sigurd wanted to start ordering appetizers, even though that’s clearly Hvitserk’s assigned job.”

They go around hugging everybody and hug you too. “You must be Y/N.” they say.

“Yeah.” You reply.

“Sigurd told me you gave him your dessert once after Hvitserk ate his while he was in the restroom.”

“That was only because he braided her hair so nicely.” Ivar says sarcastically. So Sigurd and Ivar are still always fighting. You think.

Gale leads you to the table, where Sigurd is talking to a waiter. He hands Hvitserk the menu blindly, whose eyes immediately lights up. Ivar was right – Hvitserk orders six out of the eight appetizers on the menu.

“How are you going to eat all that?” you ask.

“My stomach knows no bounds.” Hvitserk replies. You all sit down, and Sigurd hands you a drink.

“It’s good to see you.” Sigurd greets. “I ordered a Mojito for you. Hvitserk mentioned you were obsessed.”

“Good to see you too.” You reply, before you turn to Hvitserk. “I am not THAT obsessed with Mojitos.”

“Yeah, you only had them each time you ordered from the poolbar.”

“Who’s the stalker now?” you fire back.

Appetizers come and go, as well as the main course, and Hvitserk keeps true to his promise, devouring everything that comes near his plate. At some point, Gale decide that they are full, and Hvitserk happily accepts their plate.

You catch up with Sigurd, since Ivar is making hearteyes at Freydís, who is talking to Gale and Hvitserk. He tells you all about the things you missed since Spain. From Ivar’s braces and his transition to Ubbe and Bjorn setting the BBQ on fire during a family reunion.

At the end of dinner, everyone except Hvitserk is stuffed, and getting ready to head back to the hotel.

“You and Y/N should stay, have dessert and catch up some more.” Freydís suggests, throwing Ivar one of those looks that only your longterm partners or siblings can understand. However, Ivar’s mouth not-so-subtly tugs into a smirk.

Before you can protest, all four of them are gone, Ivar handing Hvitserk some money for the check, who happily accepts while reading through his dessert options.

“Let’s share.” He suggests

“Share food? With you?” you say, only half-joking.

“We shared your fries.” He reminds.

“That wasn’t really decided by me.” You laugh. He hands you the menu, pointing out both options. In the end, you go for lava cake with vanilla ice cream, and Hvitserk scoots closer as the waiter brings a last round of drinks, courtesy of Ivar.

“I’m actually getting hungry for dessert.” You tell Hvitserk. What you don’t tell him is that all those drinks have made you slightly tipsy and Hvitserk is starting to look even better than before.

“And my stomach knows no bounds?” Hvitserk asks. You groan, leaning back against him.

“I think eating even more is a shit idea, but I really love lava cake.” You admit. Hvitserk puts an arm around you, and you don’t mind at all.

“Did you know I had a crush on you in Spain?” Hvitserk suddenly blurts out. You sit back up, staring at him.

“What?” you ask.

“It’s true!” he insists. “Honestly, I can understand younger me perfectly.”

You laugh, but you feel yourself growing nervous – in a good way. For a moment, you think back to your ex, but honestly, the feelings for them haven’t been very strong for a few months already.

“So you’re saying you have a crush on me now?” you ask. Before Hvitserk can answer, the waiter sets down the dessert. You both dig in, and holy fuck – it’s good.

“I take it back, eating this is a great idea.” You say between bites.

“I might have a crush on you now.” Hvitserk says after swallowing his first bite. Surprised, you cough, some of the cake getting stuck in your throat. Hvitserk smacks your back, until you can breathe again.

“Couldn’t that wait until I had swallowed?” you ask, your eyes teary.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. Want me to kiss it better?”

You had forgotten how forward Hvitserk was.

“Uhh...” you mumble. “Sure?”

He leans forward, softly kissing you. You almost protest when he pulls back. You finish the dessert in comfortable silence, and on the way home, Hvitserk holds your hand again.

Dutifully, he drops you off at your hotel room, but before he can go, you pull him down to kiss him. After a few seconds, Hvitserk deepens the kiss, and holy fuck, he was an amazing kisser. Out of breath, you break apart.

“I’ll see you at the pool tomorrow?” you ask.

“Yeah.” He says. “I guess I should go to Bali more often, if it turns out like this.”

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[stillinracooncity]

❝ this violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, wich, as they kiss, consume. ❞

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[bjornswoman]

Destruction XII

Author's note: Hello, happy New Year to you all! Sorry for being too late to post the last part of these series. However, here it is I hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, series, fluff, drama, angst.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of pregnancy.

Destruction | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI

A couple of months later.

You had forgotten the sound of your own giggle the past year. However, those two last months were enough to prove you wrong and remind you that you still contained the ability to feel happy and laugh — finally.

“You can’t be serious!” You exclaimed laughing at your friend Torvi. There had been a long time since you last met each other. Actually, the last time you saw her was before your wedding.

A wedding that never really happened because Ivar decided to take you away. He had confessed that he loved you that same day as well. You could recollect the memory as it was yesterday.

Flashback – Two months ago.

“It’s not what you believe, (Y/N). It wasn’t just revenge for me. You mean a lot to me. You know I am just not good at saying those things and you, also, know that I can be dickhead sometimes. Don’t cry for me. I - I care for you.”

Ivar had said and kissed you like his life was depending on this kiss – like both of your life were depending on this kiss.

“Don’t get married, you don’t deserve being treated like that. Dump that asshole.”

You needed to hear these words back then – you needed a motive to stop that madness. After all, you didn’t love Mason, but Ivar.

You didn’t treat Mason right, so leaving him before this mistake would be the only thing you would do to save him from being miserable next to you – because of you.

“I won’t, Ivar.”

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

End of flashback.

“Oh, I’m and that’s not even the end of it.” Torvi continued speaking and got you out of your thoughts about that particular day. “Your mother was about to kill Hvitserk when he announced that Ivar had stolen you – those were the exact words he used.” She laughed. "Besides you know the love your mother contains for Hvitserk." You both laughed at her remark.

It was well-known that your mother loathed the sons of Ragnar – especially Hvitserk. She would call him peccant or sinful. Generally, she would criticize his way of living. Not that Ivar was her favourite brother though, but Hvitserk worked as a red flag for her.

You could picture your mother's face after hearing Hvitserk announcing that the wedding was over because you run away with his brother. You were sure long before Torvi told you about the events of that evening that she was furious – that was the main reason you hadn't even tried to contact her since then.

"What about Mason?" You hesitated to say his name after the way you treated him, though he wasn't honest to you either – as he lied to you about the events of the past and blamed Ivar about his doing.

Anyways, you felt guilt of your own lies, because you acted the very same way you accused Ivar of when you walked away on him.

"Oh well, I heard that he is fine though he and the boys are distant after what happened. He blames them for helping Ivar. Anyways, Ubbe told me that Ivar mentioned that he is after Freydis again."

You could understand the way Mason felt, but you couldn't focus on this after some names were mentioned successively.

"Ivar?" You muttered before you could stop yourself.

"Yes, Freydis told him."

You felt jealous once again about the same thing – you were back to the beginning of this messed up story. You felt weird after everything that happened the last two months in contrast with what Torvi just told you. Maybe you were just overreact, but still you couldn't bear lose again.

Maybe your love wasn't the healthiest one , but it was strong enough to swallow you if he hurt you like he did previously.

"Don't tell me you are jealous." Torvi said smiling after receiving no response from you.

"I'm not jealous of her." You fought back and she chuckled. It was too obvious that you were lying.

"You didn't really tell me what happened with Ivar after you left." She mentioned and you smiled at the memory.

Flashback – Two months ago.

Your heart was full after a very long time it felt half without him. You felt happy again being close to the person who you loved the most. Probably this wasn't the best way to come back together – not even close to be honest – but what was worth it for you was the fact that you were sitting on the passenger's seat of his car and he was on the driver's seat taking you away somewhere that only he knew.

Nobody spoke a word though – an awkward silence was surrounding the car. You didn't know what to say – you didn't know whether you had to say something or not. You knew Ivar by heart and yet you couldn't predict what was inside his head. You knew when he was mad, happy or sad, but you couldn't say what was bothering him.

"Ivar." You breathed and turned your eyes at his figure. "Do-do you love me?" Your voice was barely coming out as a whisper. It was a silly question to ask – even after he crashed your wedding and told you that he cared for you – you wanted to hear him saying this particular word. You hadn't heard him saying it – at least not to you.

"What kind of question is that? Didn't I told that I care for you less than an hour ago?" You could say by hearing the tone of his raised voice that he was getting annoyed by your question. You were aware of the fact that he wasn't good with words – especially this kind of words, but you wanted to hear him saying just for once.

"Why is it so difficult for you to say it again? Tell me, do you love me, Ivar?" You raised your voice out of frustration. You couldn't understand the reason why it had to be that hard for him to tell you about his feelings.

The possibility that he didn't feel that way came in your mind. Maybe he was just possessive when it came to you or it could be obsession the feeling he contained for you. Those could be the actual reasons why he couldn't express his love fore and that would be because it was non-existent.

"Yes!" Ivar yelled with obvious anger at you and hit his hands on the wheel.

"Yes, what?" You pressured him more as you were angry and disappointed at the time because of his inability to express himself to you – the person he was supposed to love.

Ivar hit the brake pedal so forcefully that if you weren't wearing the seatbelt you would be out of the car when it stopped. You turned your face at him and he had already focused his furious blue eyes on you.

"No, Ivar, you don't." With those last words you stormed out of his car and started walking at the opposite way from the one he was driving on. Though, you didn't get to make it far away because his hand grabbed yours tightly and forced you to turn back and face his wrath.

"What do you think you are doing? And what the Hel are you saying?" He growled on your face as you were trying to break-free from his grip to no avail.

You breathed heavily and looked his angry face.

"All you feel about me is some kind of authority and possessiveness as I'm one of your belongings." You spoke and motioned on your hand he was holding firmly. "The worst part of it is that it isn't even new to me to get this treatment from you. You don't love me, because you don't know how to and that's due to the fact that you feel that you don't deserve the love the others are trying to give you. The only thing you know how to do is hurting these people with your childish behaviour." You continued telling him with tears falling from your eyes – tears that you wiped away with your free hand.

Ivar was looking you without speaking, he was just looking at you quite shocked. Behind his anger you could spot guilt and redeem. He knew himself that you were right and that was the most painful part for both of you.

"The next one who will come in your life and try to give you the love you deserve let her." After these words, more tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You grabbed your gown on the palms of both of your hands and took a couple of tiny steps believing that Ivar would let you walk away from him – from his life.

However, such a thing didn't happen because he used the hand of yours he was gripping and pulled back – this time he held you closer to him your bodies were touching. You tried to fight back again, but he was too strong for you in such way that when he pulled you the lacework of your dress was ripped.

This time he even stopped holding your hand and he went for your throat. His grip was as tight or strong as it was on your hand, but it was firm enough to pull your face closer to his.

"Too late for that." Ivar said in raspy voice. "There is someone who has already made my heart beat for her – who have made me feel all of the things you've said before. I didn't know how it felt to be truly loved by somebody because of the problem I faced. I thought everyone pitied me – the poor cripple – until you came. You saw me what love really means – what it is – and I sent you away. When our paths crossed again, I thought that all I felt for you was just lust or possessiveness for a woman who used to be my partner. However, I got hold of my feelings – of my true feelings – after our first kiss in the bowling alley, when I called you to come to that bar to tell you about my conflict with Mason and after we got drunk and went to my house and slept together, remember? In fact, all this was just an excuse because I wanted to see you."

When he finished, Ivar let go off you throat and one of his hands touched your arm as the other when on one of his pockets. His touch was really genuine on your hand.

"I remember." You mumbled and smiled as you remembered that particular night you spent together.

"You want me to tell you that I love you, but you know that I'm difficult with words. Though, for you, I'll say it, but before I have to do something else." Ivar stopped and afterwards his hand got out of his pocket holding a red-whine velvet box.

You looked first at the box shocked and then at Ivar.

"Ivar, you don't have to do that just to prove your words to me." You tried to say, but he stopped you by taking your hand in his, after he opened the small box. As you expected, it contained a ring, but it was not just a random ring he picked. It was the ring you had told him years ago that you wanted to be the one you would be proposed with. It was a unique design which you couldn't find easily, but he did for you.

"I love you." Ivar finally confessed and you could even spot a tear on his cheek. His forehead touched your own as he eyes found yours. "Will you marry me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He asked and you smiled widely.

At the sound of his words, you felt your heart hitting your chest with just force that it was going to rip out of your body.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you, Ivar Lothbrok!" You exclaimed and kissed him passionately. This kiss wasn't like anything you had experienced. It was different from any other you had shared. One that both of you were expressing within it your deepest feelings about the other person.

When you stopped, Ivar pulled you closer to him again and placed the ring on your finger.

End of flashback.

After that moment that you would never forget about, you spent two months away from everyone you knew. It was just the two of you in the middle of nowhere. However, you had to return back in Kattegat to face the real life and what came after the decisions you made.

Ivar's family welcomed you back and they were glad to hear about your engagement – though they could see it coming. They knew better that you two about the feelings you shared.

So, there you were, talking with Torvi about the days that came after your almost-wedding with Mason.

Torvi looked at you with narrowed eyes and a huge smile on her face.

"And after this you are still jealous? You are crazy girl!" Torvi exclaimed and both of you laughed again. "No, I am being serious now." She said and you both burst into laughter again. "No, seriously now you are getting married with the love of your life!" You smiled and looked back at your feet.

"And that's not even the end of it."

"What do you mean?" Your friend asked confused and your smile became even more wider than it was already. "(Y/N)?" She asked you again anxiously this time.

As an answer, your hand moved on your stomach and you caressed it meaningful. In Torvi's face formed a smile identical to yours.

"Don't tell me that you...." She exclaimed and you tried to prevent her from let everyone know about your little secret.

"Shhhh, I am, but Ivar doesn't know yet. I am going to tell him tonight and then we are sharing it with the others. Keep it for me, okay?" You spoke on a soft tone of voice and Torvi agreed happily before she congratulated you about your pregnancy.

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Later that night.

The night sky was very beautiful – enchanting you could even say. But that wasn't the best part of the night, that part would be the fact that you were sitting next to your fiancé, trying to find the best way of telling him that you were expecting his child as he was engrossed in with laptop with work matters. You were away for so long and matters had piled up.

"Ivar, when do you think that we should get married?" You asked him out of the blue as you stood up and walked through the balcony. Ivar glanced at you for a quick second and then turned his attention back on his laptop.

"I don't know, but we should not rush. In three to four months, what do you think?" He proposed without looking at you and you smiled, because this conversation was taking the way you wanted.

"That won't be convenient. I think that it should happen in one or two months." You continued.

"Why so?"

"I'll have gained weight. I won't feet in any dress."

Your words caught him off guard. He abandoned the computer on the coffee-table and fixed his eyes on you confused.

"What do you mean?" Ivar asked as the edges of his mouth lifted and left the sofa to come closer to you. He stopped on when his body was behind yours.

"What do you want me to mean?"

"Don't riddle me, (Y/N)." His voice was stern and you couldn't help your little smirk. "Are you pregnant?" He asked as his body collided with yours and his muscular hands hugged your torso and stayed on your stomach. Your back was touching on his chest, so you couldn't see his facial expressions. "Tell me." He demanded impatiently and you smiled.

You knew how much he wanted a child – a daughter or a son. You were also aware of the fact that he was delighted when Freydis had told him that she was pregnant in the past and thought it was his child when it wasn't.

"Yes, Ivar." You whispered and tilted your head at the side to catch a glimpse of his reaction to your news. What you saw was a tear slipping from his eye and you smiled again. "Are you happy?"

"No." Your blood froze in your veins and your smile died on your lips. You turned so you could face him. "No, I am not just happy. I'm thrilled!" He exclaimed and you felt your heart beating normally in your chest again.

His hands closed you inside them and one of them caressed your hair softly.

"I love you, wife."

You giggled when you heard him calling you wife.

"I love you, husband."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: After all this time has Ivar finally caught his wife's trail?

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Anyone working under the delusion that Ivar would accept the fact that his wife had escaped him eventually learned that would not be the case.

His men had stopped their violent search of Kattegat, just as he had promised Bjorn, but he was still searching for her.

Even as the months went on to become nearly a full year.

(Y/N) had been missing for ten months, one week and four days, Ivar was keeping count of his lonely nights. Despite how the people talked he had not let Freydis warm his bed in his wife’s absence.

Instead he spent most of his days and nights in his war room, looking over all the maps of other cities and villages that Kattegat traded with the most. He was furious at the fact that there had been no news from any of his informants, and his relationship with his brothers did little to comfort him.

Bjorn was, as he expected, furious at his sending off warriors to such vital trading cities. He had shouted himself nearly blue when he’d arrived at Ivar’s estate; of course he let the King do his whining and even allowed him to smash his war table in his tantrum, because to him none of it mattered.

His ships had sailed, his warriors deployed and there was nothing to be done about it; not by Bjorn or even himself. Hvitserk, like he always had, chose to remain neutral in the argument. Ubbe was clearly on Bjorn’s side, but unlike Bjorn, Ubbe seemed to understand why he had acted so hastily even if he disapproved of the actions.

Currently Ubbe was the only one of his brothers who had friendly conversations with him, and Ivar would never be able to express how much he appreciated the company in these hard months.

‘Still no news?’ Ubbe asked as they both sat on the beach and watched a merchant ship approach.

‘Nearly a hundred spies and no good news.’ Ivar sighed.

‘No good news?’ the eldest questioned.

‘My spies reported at last that they had a difficult time keeping track of (Y/N) in my time away, she would leave town alone around midday…and would not return home until nearly sunset.’ Ivar confessed, laying back in the sand and covering his eyes.

Ubbe felt his heart begin to beat faster, but he was not sure how much information Ivar truly had on the subject they were discussing.

‘You think she had an affair?’

‘I do not know, that is what tortures me brother. Not knowing things has always angered me, and now it seems I know less than ever. I don’t know if she was unfaithful, I don’t know where she is; all I know is she isn’t here.’

Ubbe had such conflicting feelings battling in his chest as he watched a few easy to miss tears roll down his brother's face. He was relieved to not have been discovered as (Y/N)’s lover, but still he was upset to see his brother in pain and know he was at least partially responsible for it.

‘If you think she was unfaithful why continue the search? Let go of your devotions and remarry, you have no obligations to her.’

'Why would I ever think such a thing?' Ivar asked, his anger visibly raising.

‘I will not let go, Ubbe.’ Ivar said as he sat back up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

‘Not of her, not my marriage and not my anger. I will find her and she will answer every question I have.’

‘But what if you don’t find her? So far it has been nearly a year and you have had no progression in your search. It pains me to see you destroying yourself and your reputation for one woman you can replace so easily.’

Ivar looked over at his brother incredulously.

‘She can’t be replaced, not by Freydis or any woman in this world. She feared me Ubbe, do you understand that? From the day we stepped into that insignificant Christian kingdom, she looked at an army and still she feared me the most out of them.’

‘Ivar, every woman you have spoken to fears you. It would be impossible to find a woman in Kattegat you did not terrify.’

‘I know that, but how many of them would be brave enough to marry someone as vicious as me? How many would make that sacrifice? She could have stayed quiet and let any of those women be dragged away, but she stepped forward. Those Christian men offered her up like a lamb for sacrifice and still she wanted them to live, and was even smart enough to know how to play my mind games.’ Ivar explained.

‘How could I replace a woman like that, a woman that brave, who fears a filthy cripple like me?’

Ubbe sighed and stood up, looking out at the sea and saw that the ship was nearly at the docks, but he decided he could offer his younger brother some advice.

‘You shouldn’t want her to fear you, Ivar. How can anyone love what they fear?’

Ivar looked taken aback, as if he’d never considered not terrifying his wife, but instead of responding he turned his focus over to the ship crew that was unloading the boat.

‘I don’t see how he thought he was secretive?’ one of the men said casually as he helped to dock the ship.

‘He’s young, he’s never smuggled a damn thing and it shows,’

Ivar’s ears perked up upon hearing this conversation and he quickly called the two merchants over; abandoning his own chat with Ubbe.

The two men looked over at the princes curiously; as they had not been aware of the chaotic search for the Christian nun that had occurred while they were at sea.

‘Prince Ivar, Prince Ubbe.’ one of them greeted and the other nodded in agreement.

‘I’m happy that the Gods brought you all back to us, I would like to treat your crew to a small feast on my estate in the next fortnight.’ Ivar said cheerily.

Ubbe quickly understood the game Ivar was playing and he decided he wanted no part in it at all.

He bid his brother a less than polite goodbye and left the two men to Ivar’s manipulation.

A feast for a simple unimportant ship crew was unheard of, especially a feast given by a prince. It would have been considered a great sign of disrespect to decline his hospitality.

The two men thanked Ivar for his unwarranted kindness and went to let the others know that they would all, along with their families, be expected at the youngest Prince’s estate.

Ivar watched the ship crew discuss their surprising treat and he pulled himself up onto his crutches and began to walk back to the markets.

As he limped along his way he subtly motioned for one of his spies, a thrall working outside of the butcher’s stand, to walk along side him.

Obediently the man followed the wordless order and matched Ivar’s pace.

‘Everyone under my purse is to watch the men on the merchant ship that just docked. Every man is to be followed for the next fortnight. I will expect daily reports if anyone fails to report even one hour of their actions I will have them hung.’ Ivar said strictly not looking at the man at all.

As he had wished, his warning went a long way in getting the results he wanted. He received reports in the crewmens’ every action, he’d even gotten reports describing their trips into the woods to relieve themselves.

Still no news of his wife or of what the two men suspected a crew mate of smuggling, but Ivar was sure that this was the right ship.

He had discovered the ship had sailed off the morning after (Y/N) had vanished.

Ivar tasked his thralls with preparing for the feast and he was impressed with how well they had performed.

By the night his feast was set to happen he had large tables sat outside under a cloudless starlit sky and there were heaps of fine dishes and mead as well as wine from England.

The crewmen were all in awe of the extravagant show of hospitality and everyone gave him their thanks in person.

Ivar mingled among them and was pleased that the news of his wife's disappearance had become common knowledge to all of the men.

‘May I speak with you Prince Ivar?’ one of the men asked as he approached the high table.

Ivar was quick to recognize the man as one of the men he’d spoken to on the beach.

‘Of course come with me.’

With a great amount of control Ivar calmly led the man into his home away from the festivities.

‘What would you like to discuss?’ the prince asked.

‘Forgive my intruding, but I have heard of your wife’s disappearance, and I- I think I have some information to give.’ I asked.

This was what Ivar had planned; to give the crew such a grand feast that at least one man would be grateful enough to betray one another.

‘Please, I would owe you an unimaginable debt if you could help me find my wife.’ Ivar said cunningly.

‘I can’t be sure if it was your wife, all I know is that Amund had someone in that crate. We more experienced in smuggling saw him speaking with it, sliding his rations into it even.’ the old man said.

‘A crate?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, big crate, it could easily fit one person, maybe even two.’

‘Two?’ Ivar said, feeling his grip on his crutch tighten in his anger.

She’d had an affair and ran off with some nobody; she’d decided weeks locked in a crate with another man was better than the rest of her life with him.

‘You said this man’s name was…?’ Ivar questioned, struggling to keep his anger hidden.

‘Amund, strong boy; he went ahead of the rest of us and the first thing off the boat was the crate.’

Ivar took in all this information, trying to piece together what all this implied and he determined he needed more to work with.

‘Tell me, what happened after the merchandise was unloaded. Did he hide the crate?’

‘No, the crate was in the assigned room when we all brought in the rest, still nailed shut too. The Earl granted us his hospitality to rest after our journey.’

Again Ivar was silent, trying very hard to picture in his mind what could have happened. If (Y/N) was in the crate and this Amund was the one responsible for getting her out why did he leave it sealed?

‘Big enough for two…’ he mused, thinking that if there was a man strong enough inside with her he could break out of the crate with her then she could have escaped with him.

‘Was this crate ever damaged, or moved?’ he asked the crewman.’

‘No, at least not to my knowledge, but the journey had been harder on my body than usual in my advanced age. When the Earl offered us rest I rested, but I did hear rumors.’ the man continued.

‘Rumors?’

‘The merchants spoke of one of our crewmen walking into the Great Hall carrying an unconscious woman. I never saw her, but she was the topic of much gossip while we restocked the ship.’

‘Did anyone on your ship see this woman, even a glimpse of her?’

‘I can not say with certainty, I can only say that Amund smuggled someone out of Kattegat.’

The anger for the old man’s lack of knowledge was red hot and only cooled by his relief of finally having a lead.

Thank you for telling what you could, please enjoy the feast with your family. It is a celebration in the honor of you and all traders like you, what would our world look like without brave men like you all.’ the prince complimented as he dismissed the man.

As soon as the man was out of earshot Freydis, silent as death, immerged from the shadows of the dim lit room.

‘Spread the word, I want this man, Amund identified, and followed. He shouldn’t be able to sneeze without me knowing when and where.’ Ivar ordered, his voice much harder than it had been mere seconds ago.

‘For how long?’

‘As long as it takes for him to let down his guard and let the information slip.’

While Ivar’s spies began to focus on Amund, all the way in Denmark, (Y/N) was adapted into her new life.

In the first week of her new life as a thrall she quickly realized two things.

The first was that the life of a nun and the life of a thrall was eerily similar in many regards. An older, more hardened and experienced woman would assign tasks to her and then would judge if the task was completed correctly and met her standards. If she did well she would be given another, often more challenging task, but if it did not meet Hilda’s standards there was punishment.

It was a rare occasion when (Y/N) was on the receiving end of Hilda’s wrath, which was why her punishments always seemed so harsh in comparison to the other girls.

The second thing was that, even despite the hatred the head thrall clearly had for her, she greatly preferred the life of a thrall over the life she had fled from.

Sure the shed the thralls all shared was cold and hardly much of a shelter at all but she slept fine knowing she wouldn’t wake up to Ivar’s rage.

And even better she found other Christians among the women she now shared status with.

It felt as if she had been welcomed into a new church, even if it had only been a small circle consisting of three women of various ages.

There was Kendra, the youngest being only around nineteen who had been captured and sold from York. Dawn was in her mid thirties and was a cook, she had never said where she was from originally, just that she had been only thirteen when she became the old cook’s apprentice. Finally there was Megan who was closer to (Y/N)’s age being twenty four, she was originally from Essex.

After two years of hiding her faith from her tyrannical husband, praying amongst others was euphoric. Holding hands in prayer was what she looked forward to most when she awoke at first light.

Every morning she would be awakened by Hilda whacking a wooden stick against the walls of the shed from outside before the doors of the shed were thrown open.

‘Get up! Work to be done!’ she boomed unnecessarily.

It was common knowledge that anyone still laying down by the time the doors opened would not only be promptly hit with the stick but they also would get no first meal.

The term meal was used loosely, it was only gr Rx bone broth and uncooked crops or, if they were so lucky, scraps from feasts.

Today’s meal was bone broth and carrots, after receiving her portion (Y/N) went to the corner with her small group and they shared a brief prayer over your meal before eating quickly.

‘What is your chore list today Kendra?’ she asked the youngest.

‘Caring for the Earl’s stock.’ was the answer she was given.

‘Be sure you give the chickens enough, the last few we’ve cooked were more feathers than meat.’ Dawn sighed.

‘I will be…preparing for a visitor.’ Megan said quietly, hardly touching her small meal.

At this all of them went silent.

Megan was often used as a cleaning girl around the great hall, but on the rare occasion that the Earl had important company she was a bed warmer.

It was a truly horrible fate for any woman but it seemed to be an especially cruel task for a Christian.

Every night before Hilda came in to order everyone to sleep they all joined hands in a silent prayer, but even still it was obvious Megan only prayed for God’s mercy and forgiveness.

(Y/N) reached out and took Megan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘God knows your heart and he knows your mind and spirit. He knows what sins you choose to commit and he knows the sins done against you. He will always forgive your sins and in time he will punish those who have sinned you.’ she encouraged.

Megan held onto the hand that she had been offered. Of course all the women of this small congregation were close, but Megan had such a strong connection and admiration for (Y/N).

The lie that Amund had told the Earl was widely believed and widely discussed in the markets. Meaning it was well known that (Y/N) was a runaway bed warmer herself.

It was for this reason that Megan looked at (Y/N) such wonder and great respect. In her unknowing eyes (Y/N) had done the impossible; escaped a lifetime of being nothing but a common whore for Pagans.

‘Hurry up you dogs! There's work to be done and if even one task isn’t completed then no one eats tonight!’ Hilda’s voice boomed.

Realizing that she hadn’t been focusing on her already cooling broth (Y/N) quickly drank the remaining liquid in the wooden bowl and stuck her carrots into her skirts.

Hopefully she would get a moment to sneak away and eat them before nightfall, if not then she would give it away to a beggar.

They all arose and set out to their assigned work locations.

Hilda sent a glare of pure malice at (Y/N) as she passed her on the way out of the shed.

‘If I hear so much as a word against you from the healers I’ll have you flogged.’ the old haggish woman warned.

‘Yes Hilda.’ (Y/N) replied, the air of respect and responsibility in her tone before she went on.

She had been assigned as a healer’s apprentice due to her telling the Earl she had some experience in that field of work.

Her days were spent gathering herbs and roots, mixing and brewing, occasionally there will be a person who is injured or falls so ill they need physical care and when that happens she would be the one to give them care. She would clean them, try to close up or disinfect their wounds and feed them remedies.

Today when she entered the healer’s hut she was met with the now familiar scent of living rotting flesh.

‘Girl.’ the healer, an old ragged woman named Skadi, called to her from the table where she was laying out her supplies.

‘Who is it?’ the thrall asked as she approached.

‘One of the Earl’s blacksmiths; got his foolish self cut and didn’t think to clean the sore.’

‘Infection, can it be treated?’

‘No, but he’ll survive.’ Skadi said sadly as she placed her necessary materials on a tray.

There were ropes to tie off the blood flow and restrain him, a leather strap to keep the man from biting off or swallowing his tongue, and a red hot ax in order to both remove the limb and cauterize the wound.

You hated doing this but it was necessary, the hut stunk with infection but it didn’t smell of death quite yet.

The man was older, maybe forty but clearly he’d lived a hard life to reach that age. He was quiet but his chest was heaving as if he had been fighting for each breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was turned away from his rotting hand.

It truly was disgusting to see a hand that mangled. The wound was still open, but no longer bleeding leaving an open gash caked in blackened blood and crusted puss.

She went about tying him down, making sure to be extra precise when restraining the arm that would soon be handless.

This was how she spent her days, in the hut with the sick and injured. It was a far cry from her old life in Kattegat. She was no longer a prince’s wife that was tended to by a full staff of thralls. Now she was herself thrall and she was called upon to do hard, truly hard, work and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaving the hut for the day (Y/N) found herself exhausted but hopeful that the man would be ok once he was rested.

As she made her way back to the shed she chomped on the carrots she had stored away from breakfast, thankful to have them at least in case someone really didn’t finish their chores and no one was given dinner tonight.

It was as she finished her last carrot that something compelled her to look over at the beach as she neared the shed.

There was a ship, of course there was a ship at the beach; where else would a ship be if not at sea. That wasn’t what made her stop in her tracks, it was undoubtedly a Kattegat ship.

By no means was (Y/N) an expert on such things but after two years she could single out Floki’s handiwork from any other boat builder.

Those sails, the dragon figurehead…that was not a merchant ship.

With her heart racing she hurried into the shed and huddled into the corner where she slept, but she did not lay down.

She just sat with her hands fiddling with the threads of her skirts, as she thought back to the morning conversation she’d had.

A visitor, an important enough visitor to be offered a bed warmer.

How had she not thought to ask who this visitor was? She prayed with all her heart that it wasn’t Ivar, but there was no way to be sure.

No, Ivar couldn’t know which boat you snuck onto, even if he did he wouldn’t just devote himself to hunting you.

At least not personally.

Ivar was a prince of a wealthy kingdom, as well as a respected warlord in his own right. What man would dare to disobey him if he ordered them to find you.

Everything was hitting her all at once.

She would have to leave tonight…run until she made it to the next town.

With what? No food, supplies or weapons to protect yourself? This wasn’t like the cold journey to Floki’s that last night. This would be a three day trip by foot. Not to mention it was no longer winter. It was spring and roads would be busy and therefore dangerous. A woman in rags traveling alone was little more than an invitation for a rapist on his way.

It wasn’t ideal by any means but it was either risk the dangers of the road or stay and be turned over to Ivar by whatever man Ivar had sent after her.

‘(Y/N), you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ Kendra said as she sat beside her.

‘Not to be dramatic, but it feels as if I have.’

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[dazed-poltergeist]

Facing death with a descendant of Allfather

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Summary: The reader is on Ivar the Boneless' side and loves him, but never has the chance nor the courage to tell him. Both the reader and Ivar die side by side on the battlefield in Wessex.

Warning: A lot of spoilers. There will be mentions of a lot of important events in the series, so I highly recommend not reading if you haven't finished the show.

Add. Notes: Ragnar and his sons claimed multiple times in the series, in one way or another, that they are associated with Odin/the Æsir in general, so I rolled with that it the title. It feels kind of weird to watch a TV show and meanwhile write fanfiction about another; I finished watching The Last Kingdom on the day I started writing this. The Coccham squad will always have a place in my heart 🥹

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You were a great warrior, who officially joined Ivar's side when the Ragnarssons divided. You worked a lot with the brittle-boned man, discussing battle tactics when the times came, and simply fighting alongside him during those times. You fought with the brothers when they avenged Ragnar, you fought with Ivar when he defeated the Saxons in York, and you were also with him during and after the battles of Kattegat. You went along the Silk Road with Ivar when he fled Kattegat, and were on his side when he was held captive in Kiev by the Rus.

You had been through a lot with the youngest Ragnarsson, and you realized that when you caught yourself having him on your mind often through the years with him. As the time went on, you started thinking about him more; worrying about him and his health, the things you wished to do with him if it weren't for his disability or the things happening around you, and finally the thoughts that were not the most... appropriate.

You didn't recall when exactly you began having romantic feelings for Ivar the Boneless; you concluded that it was a long time ago, since you didn't remember anymore. But you never got the chance nor the courage, even as a fearless warrior, to tell him of your love for him.

Even though you didn't like the idea, you stayed quiet about the said feelings, and kept working for him while constantly showing your thoughts and feelings to the back of your mind. In the past you had made a few vague attempts at confessing to the cripple, but they hadn't worked because of your body failing you or because of some other form of interruption.

Your first attempt was similar to the first reason; you were in York with him, and you thought it was the right time to tell him. You tried to talk to him about it, but words refused to come out of your mouth when you got to the love part. You ended up embarrassing yourself infront of Ivar, Hvitserk and a few of his men, causing you to avoid him for a while from the agony of said embarrassment.

The rest of your attempts failed were because of the latter reason, much to your relief and surprise. One of them was also in York, but this time you were interrupted by Freydis' emergence, as Ivar asked you to leave them alone. The last two times were in Kiev; the first time you were cut off by Igor, and the second time a guard came to tell Ivar of an invitation by Oleg to watch a puppet show.

You were surprised when Ivar proposed to invade the Saxon lands shortly after his return to Kattegat. You questioned if he had another motive behind that proposal, but you decided to follow him to Wessex either way. You forgot the potential ulterior motive almost entirely, until you were halfway on your sailing journey to Wessex with only your thoughts occupying you.

"Ragnar went to England before his death, right after coming back to Kattegat, even though he had been gone for ten years. Ivar has been gone for a while as well, and now is also heading to England. Could his death be near?" Such thought came to your mind, and immediately you were concerned of Ivar's safety. You were not ready to lose him, not with the feelings you had for him.

The forest battle against the Saxons was successful, but it cost Harald's men their leader's life. Harald hadn't returned to Ivar's campsite from the now foggy and bloody woods, making the Danes conclude that he was dead. It was mildly upsetting, but you liked to think that now he got to reunite with his younger brother, Halfdan, in Valhalla.

You overheard Hvitserk make a comment about the white parts of Ivar's eyes; he said that they were blue. You had heard in the past about the whites of Ivar's eyes turning blue when he was at risk of breaking his bones, but you never genuinely believed that. You were now looking at Ivar's eyes, and they were indeed blue in and around the pupil.

Hvitserk was trying to persuade Ivar to not fight while he was at risk, but Ivar was not listening to him; he kept insisting that he was fine and fit for battle. You were starting to think that the risk drove him to fight the Saxons more, which reminded you of the thought that crossed your mind on the boats. But you were sure that if even Hvitserk couldn't convince him to rest, you couldn't either, so you stopped eavesdropping and walked away.

Ivar had offered peace to Alfred and the soldiers of Wessex, but they refused, which lead to Ivar's and formerly Harald's men preparing for battle. Ivar was still determined to fight even with the state he was in, so you proposed that you will try to be near him at all times to protect him. But he scoffed and claimed that the Saxons couldn't kill him, since the Gods were by his side. You frowned upon his response, and said that you will still try to be close to him in case something happened to him.

You had seen the deaths of many, in battle and elsewhere; it wasn't supposed to shake you anymore, and yet it still did every time. You saw the deaths of Sigurd, Halfdan, Bishop Heahmund and Björn. But losing a person dear to you would hurt you much differently. You were convinced that Ivar was going to die in that battle and wished to shield him from all harm that came in his way.

But you got separated from him as the two of you went around killing Saxons, both of you getting bad injured in the process. Then you heard a yell of agony that sounded like Ivar. You were frantically looking around the battlefield, trying to locate Ivar and Hvitserk, who you believed was likely with the brittle-boned man. You finally spotted the two Ragnarssons, and started limping in their direction.

As you were getting closer to them, you began to see the lethal wounds Ivar had gotten; multiple stab wounds in his torso, and what seemed to be broken bones. Hvitserk was helping Ivar down on the ground, as the latter was bleeding out and hurting.

When you were barely a few feet away from the two brothers, you felt a painful shot through your shoulder. Then you felt a more painful one in you back, making you almost fall face down on the ground. You didn't have the strength nor the determination to turn around and see who the Saxon archer was; you were focused on Ivar and his older brother.

You took the last few agonizing steps in their direction, and fell on your knees next to the younger Ragnarsson. You landed on your side on the ground next to him, and he turned his head to look at you.

"I don't want to die, Y/N, I don't want to die-" was all that he was saying. You did not know how to comfort him, for you were dying as well and didn't know how to comfort a man on the verge of his death.

"Death is inevitable, Ivar. We can't escape it, even if we hope we could. We can only wish for dying in a good and honorable way." You were convinced that your attempt at comforting him wasn't doing anything better, because you now saw tears coming from his eyes, and you could feel tears coming from your own as well.

Alfred ordered his soldiers to a halt. He began walking to you, Ivar, and Hvitserk. But you chose to ignore him, because you wished to finally said the words that got stuck on your tongue on that day in York.

"Do you remember the day in York when I tried to tell you something, but stopped halfway, left and avoided you for days?" You asked from Ivar, though you were not expecting an answer from him; he seemed to be using every ounce of his strength to just stay conscious and listen to you.

You were using every bit of your strength as well, but to talk to him instead of listening. You could feel Ivar and yourself losing consciousness at any moment now, so you used you last ounce of strength to say your last words;

"I love you so much, Ivar the Boneless. It has been an honor to serve you."

And so you felt life slipping out of your grasp, and you were sure Ivar did aswell. Yours and Ivar's limp bodies were surrounded by soldiers of Saxon and Dane origin, with Hvitserk and King Alfred among them. Hvitserk started crying for his little brother; Ivar was one of his only family members left to him, and even though Ivar wasn't the last one of Hvitserk's brothers to die, the third eldest was sure that he would never see any of them again.

I kind of want to mark the day I started writing this, because as I said in my notes, I finished watching TLK. I really liked that show, so I kind of want to remember the day. Although, I think I'll remember it for both finishing the show and accidentally dropping a bowl of guacamole...

-Eero, Dec 10th 2022

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[jadelynlace]

True Warriors Rarely Go Quietly⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Preview

synopsis: When you find the other person who was hurt by your ex-boyfriend’s cheating, you create an unlikely alliance. 

pairing: Modern Ivar x F!Reader

content warnings: Mentions of cheating and heartbreak, strong language / adult themes, sexual content, Ivar being a dick... 

author’s note: I know. Don’t say anything, I’m writing something new. Divider is by @firefly-graphics​

When the ringing finally halts, you hear a voice, silky and low, speak: “Hello?” 

“Is this Ivar?” You meekly ask.

“Not if I owe you money,” He snaps back.

“You don’t. But, uh—you’re with Freydis?” You say before here’s a silence. “Wait, don’t hang up! She cheated on you with my boyfriend.” You add quickly. “I want your help to get revenge,” And you swallow thickly while silence overtakes the line.

“I’m listening,” Ivar finally hums.

“Oh, um, that’s really all I have so far,” You confess. “I didn’t know if you’d agree to it,”

“You called because you wanted my help getting revenge?” Ivar clarifies. 

“I thought you might have an idea,” You sigh. “I was told to just...move on,”

“And where’s the fun in that?” Ivar snorts. “I…might have an idea,”

“….A legal one?”

“No,” Ivar deadpans. “Actually...” Ivar starts after another pause. “Freydis always did talk about how she wished she looked,” You hear him say. 

“Alright?” You reply before another pause.

“And you…fit that image,” Ivar then adds. “Oh, you fit that image well,”

“How the hell do you know what I look like?” You say suddenly.

“Well, you’re Y/N Y/L/N, you’re from the same city I’m from and you work at—” 

“Are you on my Facebook page?” You nearly shriek.

“Modern problems require modern solutions, sweetheart,” Ivar hums.

“Those pictures are terrible,” You mumble.

“I don’t think so,” Ivar says, kicking himself as soon as the sentence leaves his lips.

“Do you have an idea?” You ask again.

“Oh, I do,”

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[hederasgarden]

New Beginnings Part 2

Summary: You are chosen to wed King Harald in order to cement the alliance between King Canute’s growing kingdom and Norway. 

Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x F!Reader (future Harald Sigurdsson x F!Reader x Leif Eriksson)

Rating: Mature (Angst, period typical sexism, mentions of infidelity but it’s not Harald or reader. Future chapters will include explicit content.)

Word Count: 1.1K

You can find part 1 here.

You see Harald nearly every day up until your wedding but you are never alone with him. London swells with people, more of your future countrymen and those you’ve known your whole life. Poor health keeps your mother from attending and sickness took your father some years ago, thus it will be your older brother who gives you away. Though you were never close, it pains you to know you’re leaving behind so many familiar faces. You will be alone in a new country with only a handful of servants and ladies in waiting.

“It is unbecoming for the future Queen of Norway to look so dour,” your brother whispers. “Smile.”

You’re quick to turn your lips up into a pleasant expression and face the approaching group of men. Behind them, you catch Harald’s eye. He smiles, acknowledging you with a head tilt but his attention is quickly captured by the blond woman beside him. She arrived yesterday by longboat, looking fierce and beautiful perched on the bow. Emma has informed you she is Leif’s sister. They share the same nose and sharp, intelligent blue eyes. 

Though tonight she wears a simple gown, she looks every part the infamous shieldmaiden you heard stories of. Canute and Harald funded the rebuilding of Uppsala for their Pagan subjects. Under the careful eye of Freydis, it was nearly complete the last you heard. She greeted you kindly earlier but it’d been the way your future husband embraced her and the way her lips lingered on the corner of his mouth that gave you pause. There was history there, something deep and personal. You knew it was likely Harald had lovers before you and that in time he would again. It was the way of men. Your own father had a mistress and the Ealdorman of Kent was infamous for his tastes. 

Gentle pressure on your arm draws you back into conversation with your brother and the men gathered before you. They are all nobles trying to curry favor with the future Queen of Norway. At least now they do not look at you as a prize to be won, though they still clearly want something. You listen politely, promising to pass along their words to Harald. 

Emma had warned you being a Queen was tedious but you’re beginning to suspect she undersold it. Your feet ache and you are tired. It takes another 30 minutes to extricate yourself from the group and by the time you do, you’re more than ready for bed so you slip quietly into the hall, making your way to your chambers. When you turn the corner you draw up short at the sight of Harald and Freydis. 

Her cheeks are rosy and her smile wide. Harald laughs and claps her on the shoulder. She draws closer and for a moment you think they might kiss but instead she rests her hand on his chest and presses her forehead to his. You cannot hear their whispered words but when Harald draws back he nods, looking serious. Whatever this is, it’s private. You should not be eavesdropping. You step back, ready to turn away when Harald looks up suddenly. His forehead crinkles in surprise. Though you know it is not right, you turn and flee, embarrassed at being caught and more upset than you care to admit to knowing your future husband brings a mistress with him before you’re even wed. 

Harald’s heavy footsteps follow and before you can reach your door, he stops you with a firm hand around your bicep. His breath is heavy in your ear. Jaw clenched, you fight to push down the unwanted emotions. The last thing you need is for him to think you are childish. 

“Your Grace,” you greet, dropping into a shallow curtsey. 

“We are past that,” he admonishes gently, looking over his shoulder. The hallway is empty save for the flickering torchlight. “Why did you run?"

 "I did not mean to spy. Truly. I shall keep what I saw to myself."

“And what is it you think you saw?” He questions, brow raised.

Your cheeks heat and you look away, trying to gather your words. “You and Freydis.”

“Continue.”

You look back to him, swallowing heavily. “I…I am… that is to say, I know Kings and important men often take mistresses.”

Harald remains quiet, watching you intently. You take a step back, fearful you have upset him by speaking so plainly.

“Do you believe I think so little of my future wife that I would bring another woman into my bed the night before our wedding?” He asks, moving forward. You draw back, bumping into the wall. He presses into your space, resting his arm alongside your head. You cannot meet his eyes and stare instead at his chest. “Look at me,” he commands. 

You shake your head, eyes closing when he grasps your chin and forces you to look up at him. 

“When I commit myself to someone, I do so deeply and fiercely. It is the Viking way,” he tells you, brown eyes serious. “I may not be able to keep all my promises to you, but the vow we take tomorrow is one I will never break. I pray, in time, that God will bless us with love and children but even if he does not, I would never dishonor you in such a way.”

Strong emotions climb up your throat and you release a shaky breath. Harald’s face softens, hand moving to cup the back of your neck, his fingertips caressing the base of your skull. You nod, unable to speak. You feel foolish and relieved all at once. 

“Thank you.”

“There is nothing you need to thank me for,” Harald tells you, watching your face carefully. 

When you smile he relaxes but does not draw away. Suddenly you are very aware of just how alone you are with him and how close he is to you. Of how large and warm the hand on your neck is and the way he smells of soap and sweat. You should excuse yourself and bid him goodnight, but you remain still. 

“I promised I would not dishonor you,” he whispers, leaning forward. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, skin tingling with warmth as his lips hover over yours, breath warm against your skin. “But surely God cannot fault me for stealing a kiss.”

“Surely,” you breathe, moaning quietly when the press of his lips becomes something firmer. His body surges into yours, the weight of it against yours electric. He pushes your head further back, his thick tongue breaking the seal of your lips. He groans somewhere deep in his chest. You feel his other hand settle on your hip. By the time he pulls away you are dizzy and lightheaded. Your lips chase his and he grins. 

“Until tomorrow little wife.”

Once inside your chambers, you touch your fingertips to your lips. They tingle with the memory of his kiss and his promise. 

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Mutual Hatred | Part One

Modern!Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: Smut implied

Part Two

951 Words

Hatred. That's all she felt for her boss. Nothing ever satisfied him, nothing ever fit the way he imagined it. No 'thank you' or 'please' ever left his lips. She was a very patient person, held herself back most of the time, but even her shyness seemed to be pushed away by the anger she felt.

He yelled at her, that's all he ever did and she couldn't deal with it. Her history with being yelled at went way back, him screaming and bashing things in his office, because she did a little unnecessary thing wrong, didn't make it any better.

Closing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath. "How can you be such a fucking idiot all the time? Gods I should just fire you, instead I keep up with your bullshit!" She flinched as he ripped her whole work apart. Anger boiling in her stomach, her jaw clenched as she tried to stay calm. "Sir, I promise you, this was exactly the way, you explained that you wanted it." Her voice was shaking with self control.

"Don't you start being smart, okay? I told you exactly how I wanted it and this-" He walked up to her pointing at her with his finger, but she interrupted him. "And this is exactly how you asked it to be! I did everything you ever asked not even getting a thank you! Let me tell you, I work my ass off for you and your brothers, but at least they appreciate my work! I should've stayed with being Sigurds assistant, at least he told me what I did good..." Turning away from him to grab her things.

She could feel his burning glare on her back. She wouldn't admit it, but Ivar was attractive. He made her feel things she normally wouldn't feel towards her boss, but he was a jerk and she hated him. "I remember, you only got the job because you fucked Sigurd." A smirk was on his face as he leaned against his desk. "He told everyone, that was probably all you've been good for, a quick fuck."

Her head whipped around as she quickly walked up to him. "I never slept with your brother! Not even once, okay?! I worked hard for this job here and that's what I got from it?" She walked up to him and could just barely keep herself from shoving him. They stood close, very close, he could feel her fast breath on his chest through his button up and felt the need to take her right here like he once had dreamed of. He wouldn't though, he hated her.

Her cheeks were heated in anger as she looked up to him, giving him her most innocent smile. "Besides, if I fucked your brother, it wouldn't have been any of your business. It's not like I'd ever fuck you." Her eyes held a playfulness in them, he accepted the challenge mentally, knowing he'd win. With ease he spun them around and smirked down at her, his hand on her hip, pushing her against his desk, and the other wandering down her body slowly, almost torturing her thoughts and emotions.

"You don't think I notice you clenching your thighs together each time I yell at you? Or the way you bite your pencil during a meeting while you watch me? Gods you want to be fucked by me so hard, it's almost pathetic." He chuckled darkly, watching her reaction. Her cheeks redend, her lips parted slightly. His hand wandered back up to her face, caressing her cheek as his thumb pulled down her bottom lip, making a quiet gasp escape her.

Each quick breath she takes, quiet noise she makes, pushes his ego more and more. "Gods, how often I imagined those lips wrapped around my-" A sudden knock on the door made him sigh in frustration as she tried to gain control over herself again. This went to far, her cheeks were burning and in her stomach was a fire lit. Closing her eyes tightly before reopening them and grabbing her stuff.

She could see Ivar smirk as he was leaning against his desk, not even bothering to say anything to the person outside of the door. Taking another deep breath she opened the door, outside stood his secretary with some coffee in one hand and something else in the other. „Freydis..." The girl mumbled before quickly racing back to her own office. As soon as her door was shut close behind her she felt like she could breath again. She didn't understand how Ivar had such an impact on her. She felt intoxicated, not in a bad way, but she couldn't tell if it was any good either.

Her mind was running a marathon as she touched her bottom lip softly, still feeling the roughness of his finger linger on. Her back met her door as a small smile appeared on her face. Maybe working for Ivar wasn't fun, but she knew whatever this was going to be, would be a lot more fun than anything else.

As she sat down on her desk and opened her mails, her breath caught in her throat. „You clenched your thighs at least five times in the short while our talk lasted. I assume you bit your lip the way you'd bite your pencil, so if I count that it would be seven times. I've proven my point enough, come to my office by the end of the day and I'll prove some more points. - I.R."

Leaning back in her chair, she stared at the mail in disbelief. This man was going to be the death of her, she was sure about it.

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[alicedopey]

In your eyes

( gif credits to @honestsycrets​ )

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Modern AU, angst, tiny bit of fluff

Pairing: Hvitserk X  Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2232 (definitely not a drabble this one...gosh, I really suck at this)

A/N: It is another request for 500 followers celebration. This one is from @maggiescarborough​ Enjoy, honey !

Hvitserk immediately understood he had fucked up and hurt you in the worst possible way. He could see it. It was not in the way you clenched your fists, or the way your jaw tightened and your lower lip trembled, or how cold your voice sounded when the words “It was a dare?! I was a dare?!” fell from your lips. No, it wasn’t all of that.

It was in your eyes, your beautiful eyes that usually depicted love, understanding, tenderness and a little bit of mischief and in which he could only read pain, disappointment and anger right now.

He wanted to say something, anything but no sound came out of his mouth. Truth be told, Hvitserk was aware there was nothing he could say that would make the situation better. So, he just kept staring into your eyes where he could almost see your heart break.

That’s the moment he heard it. A snicker. He turned his eyes away from you and spotted Oleg, a mocking smirk on his lips. Hviterk felt his blood boiling in anger. He did not think twice and pounced on him with a growl. He wanted to hurt him, he had to, so he punched and kicked restlessly. He did not hear Ivar cheering and Sigurd shouting at his brother that he was an idiot, he did not hear his mother screaming him to stop, he did not even feel Ubbe trying to break the fight nor when he finally managed to do it, slammed him against the nearest wall and ordered him to calm down. The only thing he noticed though was that the chair you were sitting down was empty and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Stay still!”

Hvitserk hissed and flinched away from his mother as she was puttingsome ice on his swollen eye.

“It hurts!” He whined liked a child.

Aslaug sighed, irritated. “I hope it hurts! I thought you were done with this kind of behavior after you graduated from high school. You are not seventeen anymore, young man.” She pushed the washcloth full of ice harshly against his bruised face. Hvitserk winced but did not protest. “Treating our guest like that…”

“He deserved it.” Her son cut her off sharply and snarled. “He hurt Y/N.”

“He hurt Y/N?” Aslaugh let out another sigh but this time, she seemed quite upset. “Oh Hvitserk, I never thought I would say that of you but you are clearly your father’s son.” Her eyes watered. “I wish he would have passed on something else than his poor way to treat women.”

Hvitserk’s rage was soon replaced by guilt. “Mother…”

The sound of Ivar’s crutch on the floor made him stop talking. Aslaug just sighed sadly once again and instructed Hvitserk to hold the washcloth against his eye. “I’ll leave you boys alone…”

She stood up gracefully and left the room, not without stroking Ivar’s cheek before. The youngest Ragnarsson glared at his brother.

“I hope you are happy. You just hurt Mother’s feelings.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hurt Mother, I hurt Y/N.” He replied harshly. “It seems like I’ve been hurting everyone lately.”

Ivar let himself fall in the chair opposite Hvitserk. “I’m glad you finally acknowledged your mistakes. About damn time!”

Seeing his brother’s jaw tick, Ivar groaned but tried to soften his tone. “Listen, you screwed up. All you have to do is apologize and make up for it. Buy some flowers or some shit like that. I mean, the girl has been infatuated with you since day one, she will forgive you eventually.”

“Of course, Ivar. Act like you have some experience in that area.”

It was Ivar’s jaw that ticked this time. Hvitserk knew it was unfair to attack him that way when he was clearly just trying to help but his little brother had no right to give some advice after the whole Freydis debacle. He was also aware Ivar would beat the shit out of him after what he said but it’s not like Hvitserk could not suffer one or two more blows in the face.

Against all odds, he just heard him take a few deep calming breaths before addressing him again.

“I have enough experience to know you can trust her and that you are in deep shit if you lose this woman. Y/N has been your anchor since you’ve met. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure you’ve been in love with her since day one as well but were too oblivious and obsessed with all those bimbos around you to notice it.”

It pained Hvitserk to admit it but Ivar was right. You changed his life the moment you came into it. At first, he had acknowledged your love…or his, for that matter. There was a high possibility he was not ready for a deep meaningful love story in high school but he wanted you to be a part of his life so he opted for friendship…and everything was just fine the way it was until that fucker came along.

“Your little friend ruined everything. Should have killed him.” Hvitserk replied bitterly.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “First of all, he is not a friend but a future business partner and you might have ruined any collaboration. Second of all…” he added in a higher tone when he saw his brother was about to intervene. “Oleg is an ass but you chose to fall into his trap and to pursue her the way you did. Nobody forced you, Hvitserk. You hurt her, nobody else otherwise, she would still be here to tend to your bruises.”

Hvitserk looked away and scoffed, too proud to admit his little brother was right once again. Ivar stood up with a groan. “Beg on your knees with those puppy eyes of yours or whatever must be done to win her back. Should be a piece of cake for you, huh?”

Piece of cake. Easier said than done. For a week, he tried to reach you but you blocked his number, his email and even his different accounts on social networks. Then, he went to your place and when you finally agreed to open the door, Hvitserk wished you did not.

You looked so tired and defeated, your eyes were red and puffy from crying and probably the lack of sleep. The thing that broke his heart though was your own heartbreak he could still read in your Y/E/C orbs he loved to watch so much. There was so much pain and knowing he was the one who had inflicted it upon you was unbearable.

“I…I can’t see you right now, Hvitserk.” You voice was so small, his heart clenched in his chest and he did everything he could to prevent himself from hugging you fiercely. “I need to process some things but I’ll get back to you when I am ready, okay?”

Your voice was firm this time. Hvitserk just nodded and left.

It lasted a month. A month during which he suffered Ivar’s sneers, his mother’s scolding and above all, your silence. But he waited patiently because he knew you would come, you promised and you always kept your promises. In the meantime, he could brood in his bedroom like a grounded teenage boy.

“Hvitserk, you have a visit.”

His mother’s tone sounded lighter somehow so he turned his eyes away from his computer screen with hope in his heart.

He was not disappointed. Here you were, standing next to this smiling mother. You seemed still tired but determined and he gulped, almost scared when his mother closed the door and left the two of you alone. He had rehearsed the words a thousand times in his head but now, it felt like they were refusing to get out. What if you refused to believe him? What if you just came to break up with him?  What if…?

“I’ve always loved you.” You said softly.

Hvitserk tried to reply or to move but his feet felt as frozen as his tongue. Besides, he sensed you wanted to let some things out of your chest so he let you. He owed you that, at least.

“I saw you and it just…clicked. Never thought love at first sight could happen but here I was, fifteen years old and it struck me. I also realized very quickly that it was some unrequited love but truth be told, I did not care as long as I could be with you. So, I took what you would give me: friendship. I trusted you and you trusted me, we really bonded and I loved it. I felt so powerful, above them all, those pretty girls who got your attention because I knew we shared something special, something…they would never get. They would share your bed and be gone but I…you would always keep me around. You treated me differently, you never lied to me, never mistreated me just like you could do with them. I really thought I was as special to you as you were to me.”

“You were, you are special to me!” Hvitserk intervened almost desperately. He could not let you say such things, he had to explain how wrong you were but the look you gave him made him stop.

“No, I’m not. Our relationship is based on a dare, Hvitserk and you treated me just like you treated all of them and that’s what hurts the most. I have never been special or important to you but you…you are my world.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and it broke his heart even more.

“You’ve always been important to me.” He tried to come closer but stopped when you urgently stepped back and leaned on the door.

Confused, he furiously ran his hands though his hair, trying to find the right words to explain what went through his head when he made that decision. “I…I just…that bastard assumed he could get you and make you forget about everyone else. When he saw how mad I was, he dared me to seduce you before him and I accepted because I couldn’t stand that idea of him near you even if it was just to talk.”

Hvitserk throat tightened and his own eyes filled with tears. “I’m not saying it was the right choice but it was the only one I could consider on the moment.

“That was the worst choice, if you ask me.” Tears were rolling downs your cheeks by now and you furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s obvious he was just messing with you and even if he truly wanted to do it, you could have just told me like a real good friend who doesn’t want to see his friend get hurt would. But you chose your pride instead. You wanted to prove him you were better than him, never mind that our friendship of ten years got ruined in the process.”

“I did it because I love you.” Hvitserk shouted and you were so surprised at his outburst that you didn’t see he had taken a few steps towards you.

“I…I love you.” He repeated gently as he stared at you. “In fact, I believe I always have. I fell in love with you instantly but I was too scared and maybe too young to admit my feelings for you. I know you probably don’t believe me right now but I valued our friendship just as much as I value our relationship right now. It’s just that I…I took you for granted, I screwed up. I hurt you, not that bastard, I did and because of that, I’m probably going to lose you.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he suddenly looked away, ashamed and heartbroken. He inhaled sharply when he heard you come near me and the moment he felt your soft hands on his face, he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re not going to lose me. I did not come here to break up with you. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself but also telling you how I felt after what I happened. But I love you, ‘Serk.” Hearing you using his nickname made his heart beat a little bit faster but he still refused to look up so you cupped his head and gently made your eyes meet.

“You hurt me though. A lot. And I think we will need some time to go back to what we were.”

“Everything you want.” He grabbed your hands to kiss them fervently. “Ask me anything and I’ll do it.”

“Just don’t hurt me again.” You almost begged.

Hvitserk drew you even closer. “I won’t. I swear I won’t. You’re so important to me. You are my world too, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too, ‘Serk.”

Your eyes met again and Hvitserk knew. There was no doubt he had hurt you and he would have to prove himself to you again to win your trust back. But he had some hope your couple would make it somehow. He could see it. It was not in your shy smile or the way you let him kiss you and kissed him back. No, he knew there was still some hope in that little gleam of light in your eyes and that was the only thing he needed to feel alive again.  

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[bumblesimagines]

Under The Moonlight

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

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Their cell felt cold and dark. Hay sparsely covered the solid ground and the windows were covered, making the circle in the ceiling their only form of light apart from the single torch in the corner. Dust clung to the air and walls, telling (Y/N) the jail was very rarely used. Jarl Haakon appeared to run a tight ship.

But even with years of experience under her belt, she hadn't foreseen the attack Freydis had launched on the Christian. She'd been successful without Harald's keen eye trained on her. Using her knife, she had carved a cross into the man's chest just as he had done to her back years prior. The aftermath had been far from calm but Jarl Haakon had been convinced to provide them a proper trial rather than take their heads.

So, there they were... Sitting in a cold cell with a murky future ahead of them. (Y/N) could only stare at the flickering flame of the torch, his finger tracing over the thread of his necklace, feeling his skin brush against the canine teeth tied to it. None of them had gotten a wink of sleep with the threat of death looming over them and (Y/N) could feel the consequences of it knawing at the back of his eyes. His siblings sat silently with their knees up to their chests, gazes distant as they stared forward. 

"Do you feel justice?" Leif broke the silence first with his words, lifting his head and looking at the exhausted Freydis. 

"Yes, I do," Freydis answered softly and craned her neck to look at them over her shoulder. Even with the dim lighting, (Y/N) could still see the drops of blood splattered on her face. "I feel cleansed."

"Good." Leif breathed, nodding to himself before continuing. "Because now they intend to kill us."

"I don't believe that. Father said-"

"Father was wrong." Leif interrupted and Freydis frowned, looking away from them as her bottom lip began to quiver. "He's a stranger to this world, Freydis. He does not know how much has changed since he left."

"Then I believe in Jarl Haakon." Freydis asserted, eyes beginning to gloss over with fresh tears. Guilt and hope battled within her, (Y/N) saw it in her eyes. She'd gotten her justice but at what cost? Her life? Her brothers' lives?

"I believe in her too." (Y/N) muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "Her face changed when she heard what happened, Leif. She may not allow us to go unpunished, but she may allow us to live."

"Jarl Haakon may feel sympathy, but she is in a difficult position. If she releases us, she risks war. Christians will burn down Kattegat and many of her people will die. It is in her best interest to have us killed." 

"Then we die together. We came here for Freydis. We knew the risks and dangers. I would rather die beside my family than surrounded by strangers on a battlefield." (Y/N) declared, turning his attention onto Freydis. Her lips pursed and she released a breathy, sad chuckle as she turned her head to gaze fondly at her brother. Tears had already begun to slip down her cheeks but his words put a warm smile on her face. Allowing his shoulders to slump, Leif inhaled deeply and nodded in agreement, reaching his arm out to wrap it around his brother's shoulder. 

"We fought together and we'll die together," Leif muttered, resting his cheek against (Y/N) head. 

Freydis's lips parted, almost as if to speak, but her words caught in her throat when the cell door slung open and three Vikings entered with chains and shackles in their hands. While the one with chains approached Freydis, the other two walked toward the brothers and roughly pulled them up onto their feet, placing the shackles on their wrists and shoving them forward toward the doors. They were escorted out of the cell and down an equally dimly lit hallway before being directed outside and toward the hall where Jarl Haakon and King Canute waited for them. 

The hall had already been filled with Vikings, mainly Christians seeking justice for their fallen friend. They glared and sneered and jeered, gazing upon them as if they were mere filth. (Y/N) felt the hate and rage in their gazes. Even if they barely cared for the murdered Christian, following another god was a sin worthy of death for many of them. Their hatred could move mountains, but on most days, it burned down homes and slaughtered innocents. 

"Freydis Eriksdotter, you are accused of murdering a man you claimed attacked you." Jarl Haakon took her seat on her throne, head lifting as she regarded Freydis. "Have you a way to prove this?"

"Did I put the scar on my back?"

"Any one of your lovers could have done that to you!" One of the Christians, Jarl Olaf Haraldsson, sneered from his spot in the crowd, glaring at them with the same fury and disgust.

Freydis scowled. "The Gods know the whole truth!"

"False Gods!" Jarl Olaf spat back, rousing the crowd with his words as Vikings called their agreements or disagreed with him. In an attempt to quiet the crowd, Jarl Haakon repeatedly hit the floor with her staff, frown deepening when it proved futile and tensions grew.

"There is only one false God! Your Christian God!" Jarl Gorm bellowed, his voice carrying above all others.

"Silence!" Jarl Haakon called, slamming her staff down one last time and watching the men finally settle down. With the attention back on the trial instead of religion, Jark Haakon sighed and nodded to Freydis.

"In the old ways, you would be well within your rights to take revenge. But we live in different times. There are those gathered among us who feel that your claims require further truth. Can you provide it?"

"A trial by combat." Freydis proposed, shifting her gaze onto Jarl Olaf, a man thrice her size. (Y/N) felt his breath catch in his throat, widened eyes meeting Leif's as the two exchanged a panicked glance. Freydis could hold her own, they knew that well, but Jarl Olaf was far more experienced in combat and strategy than any of them. "If I am lying, the Gods will not protect me."

"Combat? With me?" Jarl Olaf snickered and the rest of the hall howled with laughter.

Lips pulling into an amused smirk, Jarl Haakon eyed the cackling man. "You are her accuser. Are you afraid?" Her words caused Jarl Olaf's face to burn, glaring at those among him who laughed at him instead. Eager to shake the embarrassment and attention off, he stepped forward and addressed the quiet man beside Jarl Haakon.

"King Canute, this woman's actions have robbed you of a valuable part of your arsenal. Not having Gunnar puts the lives of everyone in this room, Christian and Pagan, at risk. Therefore, I implore you and the noble ruler of Kattegat to acknowledge that debt and make her pay for it with her life!" Turning, he shouted as he pointed at Freydis. With the crowd once again growing rowdy, Jarl Olaf smugly smirked and stepped back into line. The confidence on his face made (Y/N) grind his teeth.

"Jarl Haakon, may I speak?" Harald called out, stepping forward when the woman nodded. Motioning toward Jarl Olaf, he began. "Jarl Olaf makes an excellent argument. Gunnar was an important part of our strategy, and his loss will indeed cause hardship. But my brother may have also offered a better solution. Since this woman cost you a vital element to your mission, should she not be forced to render something of equal, if not greater value to our endeavor?"

"Such as?" King Canute prompted and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. With King Canute's interest piqued, the end of Harald's lips twitched upward and he turned his head to look at the siblings, gaze lingering on Freydis before he lifted his arm.

"Her brothers: Leif Eriksson and (Y/N) Eriksson." Harald answered. Freydis went rigid, eyes widening as her brothers were pushed forward for King Canute to look upon. "Sons of the Great Berserker, Erik the Red. Leif is one of, if not the best ship captains in this room. He piloted his ship across open ocean from Greenland through a storm that killed scores of others, with the help of his brother, (Y/N), who possesses incredible fighting skills I've witnessed myself. Should we doubt their motivation, they will be fighting for the life... of their sister." 

Harald had offered a solution without bloodshed. A solution that saved their lives, if they didn't die in the war instead. (Y/N)'s throat felt dry but a sense of relief settled on his chest, eyes shifting to look at his sister. Freydis appeared near tears, nearly trembling as she stared at Jark Haakon and King Canute. They could easily dismiss it and proceed with killing them but as the two leaders looked at each other, it seemed like they were in agreement. 

"Leif Eriksson, (Y/N) Eriksson, I ransom your sister to King Canute. To repay her debt, you both must pledge service to his cause. Do you accept these terms?" Jark Haakon asked. (Y/N) looked at his brother next, staring into Leif's blue eyes and searching for any ounce of doubt. But he found none. And Leif found none in (Y/N) either. 

"I do." With their answer, Jarl Haakon nodded for her men to release the brothers. One man took Freydis by the arm and pulled her away, only letting the brothers stare after their sister as the shackles were removed from their wrists. And while they physically weren't shackled anymore, they were still in chains. Tied to King Canute until his war ended. But their sister would live and that was all that mattered to (Y/N).

"I believe this is yours," Harald said, pulling their attention onto him. Harald extended his arm toward him, offering back his precious dagger. (Y/N) felt a sense of relief and security wash over him, gently picking up the dagger and sliding it into his rightful place. Noticing the calm that wash over the younger man, Harald smiled. "Come, both of you. I must show you something." 

"What is it?" Leif asked curiously, a hint of caution in his voice as the brothers followed Harald out of the hall but the Viking simply grinned at them. The other Greenlanders quickly joined them, quietly asking questions and glancing at each other nervously when Leif answered them. They weaved their way through the bustling town, reaching the dock where ships awaited them, many being prepared and packed for the trip to England. Harald led them toward one in particular.

"It was my father's ship." He revealed, stopping before it and watching the Greenlanders begin to board and explore it curiously. (Y/N) followed his brother on, looking over the woodwork of it. The ship was far larger than the boat they'd used to sail to Kattegat, sturdier and meant for many Vikings. A true warship. "And now it's yours," Harald added, drawing the brothers' attention. (Y/N) met Leif's gaze, shrugging his shoulders when the older man raised a brow. 

"It's a nice boat." (Y/N) murmured, running a hand over the ledge of the boat before peering up at Harald and catching sight of his prideful smile.

"I'm glad you find it so," Harald replied, his gaze focused solely on the young Greenlander. His eyes studied (Y/N) closely, almost as if he were trying to commit every detail about him to memory. When Harald finally pried his eyes off him, he motioned toward the boat docked beside them. (Y/N) turned his head and easily spotted it. Perhaps twice as large as the boat they were on and suited for royalty. Shields had been fasted to the sides of it, proudly displaying the colors of Norway's flag. "But that is the ship I covet."

"King Harald of Norway, hm?" Leif spoke in a teasing tone, his grin only growing when he noticed the surprised look that passed over his brothers' features. (Y/N)'s eyes widened slightly and his head snapped in the direction of his brother. His skin flushed lightly and he avoided Harald's amused gaze.

"Someday." Harald smiled warmly before nodding to them and heading down the dock.

Leaning his hip against the wall of their new ship, (Y/N) watched the dark-haired prince, feeling his skin prickle with some embarrassment when Harald looked back toward him, coming to a slow stop and holding his gaze. Averting his eyes, (Y/N) cleared his throat and faced his brother, arms crossing over his chest. "You could've mentioned he was a prince."

"I enjoy it when you make a fool of yourself." Leif chuckled, helping Yrsa and Toke bring everyone's belongings on board. (Y/N) couldn't help the small smile that stretched across his face, rolling his eyes at his brother's words and stepping toward Yrsa to help as well. Leif questioned his friends, allowing them to choose whether they'd join him in battle or remain safe in Kattegat. With the boat ready to go, (Y/N) and Leif stepped back onto the dock and exchanged farewells with the friends who chose to remain in Kattegat. 

Feeling Leif tug on his arm, he turned his head and spotted their sister making her way down the dock with Harald, a wide smile on her face. She embraced Leif first, giving him a tight hug and rubbing his arm. Gazing at (Y/N), she hugged him next and sighed softly, tightening her hold on him for a moment before stepping back. With quivering lips and watery eyes, she smiled. "I will make sacrifices to Odin for your safe return."

"We'll be fine. You take care of yourself." Leif smiled softly at her and she nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. She inhaled and looked at (Y/N), rolling her lips into her mouth and stepping forward for a second hug. (Y/N) chuckled softly, stroking the back of her head and holding her close.

"Protect each other." She whispered shakily, hand rubbing his back.

"We will." (Y/N) assured, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. Freydis leaned back, using the back of her back to wipe away the tears sliding down her cheeks. She smiled warmly at the rest of her friends, stepping forward to give them each an embrace. The familiar feeling of tears prickled the back of his eyes but he blinked them away and stepped onto the boat, inhaling shakily. With the goodbyes finished, Freydis smiled sadly and looked over each of them, taking slow steps along the dock until she reached Harald and uttered a soft thanks. She glanced one last time over her shoulder before heading down the dock and disappearing from sight.

A few more Vikings joined them, some Christian, others Pagan. Among them were Jarl Gorm, the outspoken Pagon with a large figure and long ginger hair, and his son Arne, a young man with a scruffy beard and short blonde hair. Then there was Johan, a Christian Viking with hair that swept over one eye, and Tomas, a younger man with short curly black hair and boyish features. Birger, a Christian Viking who appeared to be a close friend of Harald's, joined them as well. 

(Y/N) watched the new faces join them and introduce themselves, and even with each friendly smile, he felt more and more uneasy. It'd taken nearly a year for (Y/N) to grow comfortable around the other Greenlanders, and it took another year for him to fully trust them. To have so many strangers on a boat with growing animosity between a few of them... (Y/N)'s stomach twisted. 

Noticing his tense figure, Leif placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Easy, (Y/N). We're all working together." He murmured and (Y/N) nodded, turning to watch him step onto one of the seats and look over his new crew as Njal and Skarde brought a barrel to the center of the boat.

"Listen up! All knives and axes in the barrel. No one rows with a weapon on them." 

"I don't give up my knife for anybody." Jarl Gorm voiced defiantly.

"There's only one reason to row with a weapon, and that is to kill someone else on this boat. Your enemy is not here." Leif responded, gaze shifting to his brother and giving a small shake of his head. (Y/N) rested his hand on the hilt of his dagger, satisfied he didn't have to toss it into the barrel.

"What if he is?" Arne piped up, eyeing Johan and Tomas when the two stepped by him.

"Then I'll deal with it," Leif answered cooly, face remaining stoic as he looked over the crew. For him to be taken seriously, he needed to act like a leader. Otherwise, those like Arne and Jarl Gorm would do as they pleased, even at the cost of others' lives.

Moving forward, Harald spoke and dropped his axe into the barrel. "I have no enemies here." 

With Harald making the first move, the others soon followed, dropping their axes and knives into the barrel. The outspoken men hesitated, glancing at each other and staring at the barrel as weapons were dropped in. Arne cracked first, begrudgingly dropping his axe in. Jarl Gorm held Leif's gaze challengingly but ultimately stepped forward and tossed his weapons in. (Y/N) watched him, taking note of the way he readjusted his coat with his back turned to them. Humming softly, he looked back at Leif and quirked a brow, his brother giving a small nod of acknowledgment before beckoning him over.

"I want you beside me," Leif told him, sitting down on his seat and resting his arms upon the steering oar. (Y/N) eyed Harald when the prince sat down behind Leif, a small smile appearing on the prince's face. (Y/N) frowned at him in return and took a seat on the bulwark, feeling Harald's eyes burn into the back of his head. Propping his leg up, (Y/N) placed his arm on his knee as the boat began to move forward, following King Canute's ship. Vikings released shouts and cries of encouragement as they rowed out into open water.

"Interesting necklace," Harald mentioned, retrieving a discarded rope and beginning to toy with the ends of it, gazing at the threat holding the canine teeth together around the Greenlander's neck. (Y/N) turned his attention out onto the dark waters, watching the ripples and small waves in a blatant attempt at ignoring the prince.

Leif made a noise of amusement and shook his head, fingers drumming lightly against the steering oar. "My brother has never been much of a talker."

"I can see that," Harald chuckled. 

Hours passed, the occasional silence filled with small talk between Leif and Harald. The two seemed to grow a quick tolerance for each other, even going as far as cracking a few jokes. And despite Harald's attempts at communicating with the younger Eriksson, his questions remained unanswered, though it only fueled his curiosity. Jarl Gorm eventually walked toward them, being mindful of holding onto things unless he wished to be tossed around by the rocking boat. 

"So, is this your first Viking raid? Are you nervous?" Jarl Gorm questioned, resting his hand on the side of the boat and planting his feet firmly on the wood beneath them. 

"Our father was a raider. He told us he was a Berserker." Leif said and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"That means he was a mighty warrior and killed many men." Jarl Gorm explained, stepping closer to Leif and moving his hand onto the oar. "Like Harald." Jarl Gorm motioned toward the prince and for the first time since the boat set sail, (Y/N) turned his head to look at him.

Unable to read his expression clearly, Harald cleared his throat. "So, why did he go to Greenland?"

"Because he killed men, even when he wasn't raiding," Leif answered grimly. The subject of their father never failed to make him upset. Even when Erik made attempts at being a decent father, his past and crimes always caught up to him. A past his children had to accept but Leif grew to resent.

"Have you ever killed a man before?" 

Shaking his head, Leif frowned at Jarl Gorm. "No. I've never had a reason to."

"And you, boy?" Jarl Gorm turned toward (Y/N) next. The younger Greenlander held Harald's gaze for a moment longer before looking at the older man and nodding, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Almost." (Y/N) answered and Jarl Gorm raised his brows. "He insulted my family so I bashed his face in with a rock. He lost an eye." He still remembered the day. He'd only been nine when the thirteen-year-old boy had decided to bother Erik the Red's son. He found out just how thin (Y/N)'s patience ran at the cost of an eye. The memory of his screams and wails still brought a smirk to (Y/N)'s face. 

Smirking widely, Jarl Gorm nodded his approval. "It appears we've got a Berserker in the making."

"We were children." Leif clarified hastily, a frown pulling at his lips.

"Still." Jarl Gorm insisted before he sighed heavily and looked between the two. Without their father there to guide them, it seemed as if Jarl Gorm wanted to take matters into his own hands. "The first time is sometimes difficult. A man is different. He fights back."

"So does a polar bear." Leif chided and Harald smirked, chuckling softly under his breath. Seemingly irritated with his dismissive response and Harald's amusement, Jarl Gorm's lip curled and he turned,  heading back to his seat. (Y/N) watched him go, turning his head to meet his brother's eyes and frowning. Leif responded with a small nod.

Noticing the interaction between the brothers, Harald hummed. "You can speak freely before me, (Y/N)."

"Why should I?" (Y/N) frowned at him. "I do not trust you. Prince of Norway or not, you are... nothing to me."

"I saved your lives." Harald reminded softly, brows furrowing when (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, almost reeling back at the irritation that appeared on his face. "How can you not trust me after that?"

"Because you had no reason to. People only help others when they wish for something in return and you've yet to reveal what you want from us."

"I want nothin-"

"I do not believe you." (Y/N) interrupted him. "We owe you, you know this. So what do you want? Our blessing to couple with our sister? If she wants you, we will not stop her." 

Sighing heavily, Harald shook his head. "Freydis is an incredibly strong woman and I admire her greatly. But she does not desire me nor I her."

"Then why-" A holler for Harald came from King Canute's ship and the prince quickly rose to his feet, noticing the large ship had stopped and tilted slightly to allow for Harald to board it.

"This is not over," Harald told (Y/N) as he climbed onto the side of the ship, carefully making his way along the edge until he stepped onto the larger boat and approached King Canute beneath the pitched tent. (Y/N) clenched his jaw and shook his head, looking back at Leif. His older brother stared at him with a frown.

"What?"

"You don't need to be so harsh. I have no reason to believe he has ill intentions." Leif spoke softly, leaning into the steering oar and gazing at his brother. (Y/N) sighed, turning his head away from him. His lips parted to speak but the sight of dark clouds approaching broke his train of thought. Straightening up, (Y/N) felt the wind pick up considerably, and soon, a horn echoed as a warning of the incoming storm. Cold droplets fell onto his face and he looked back at his brother, groaning softly. Leif watched the storm, looking up at the clouds as thunder began to clap above them.

Turning to the man closest to him, he gave an order. "Lower the sail." 

"Lower the sail!" Birger called as those standing quickly sat back down and prepared to hang on for dear life. The ginger made his way toward the mast but tripped over Aren's outstretched foot, causing him to take a quick tumble onto the wet floor. 

"Watch out, Christian! Maybe you should pray to be more careful." Aren cackled loudly.

"You tripped him on purpose." Johan scoffed, droplets dripping down the side of his face as the rain pelted them.

"I did not."

"I saw you!" Johan barked and Aren's cocky smirk quickly slipped from his face.

"You callin' me a liar?" Arne questioned and stood, tapping his chest. "Come here and tell me that!" He challenged, causing Johan to rise from his spot and step toward him. But before the two men could meet in the middle, (Y/N) shoved himself between them, putting his hand on Arne's shoulder and forcing him back down to his seat.

"Resolve your issues when we reach land." (Y/N) ordered, turning his head toward Johan. He only had to give the taller man a hard look for the Christian to bow his head and lower himself back into his seat.

Leif moved to stand beside (Y/N), frowning down at Arne. "Do you have a problem with my order?"

"I'm fine." Arne raised his arms in surrender and (Y/N) removed his hand from his shoulder. Satisfied with his response, Leif nodded and patted his brother's back, turning away from the others as Jarl Gorm followed the two toward the steering oar. 

"I thought you were both followers of the Old Gods, like your father." He spoke loudly, the rain beating down on his face and causing him to squint. Merely glancing at the older man, (Y/N) slipped some rope around his palm and gripped it as tight as possible, hoping it'd keep him from falling into the turbulent waves around them. 

"We are," Leif nodded, getting behind the oar and placing his hands on it.

"Then why take the word of a Christian over my own son?"

"Because your son is a liar, Jarl Gorm." He answered bluntly before leaning back. "I suggest you hold on. It's about to get rough."

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Thick fog surrounded them on all sides and the wind howled softly while birds circled above them. (Y/N) couldn't hear or see another boat, meaning they were all alone for now. With no land or allies in sight. And yet, (Y/N) didn't have worries or fears. His brother knew what he was doing, that was for certain. As long as Leif didn't panic, (Y/N) had no reason to worry. But the others aboard didn't know his brother as well as he did, they didn't trust him either. It was apparent in the way some Christians prayed and others stared at them accusingly. 

"We're lost, aren't we?" Jarl Gorm spoke up first, voicing the thought no doubt plaguing their minds. "You've never been to England, and you've lost us!"

"We're not lost." Leif objected tiredly and (Y/N) turned his head to look back at them, frowning at the way Jarl Gorm scowled at his brother.

"Liar! This is your fault and the fault of all the Christians and their false God. The Gods are laughing at us right now!"

"Shut up, heathen." Birger groaned.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said, shut up. You sound like a frightened child." The ginger gritted his teeth as he spoke, turning his head to look upon Jarl Gorm. The Viking slowly rose from his seat, sneering down at the man and stepping toward him. Tearing himself away from the pow, (Y/N) descended down the two steps and slammed his palm on the mast as a warning, successfully taking Jarl Gorm's attention off the man and onto him.

"Stop rowing!" Leif barked his order, walking forward toward Jarl Gorm. "What do you see that makes you believe we're lost?"

"What do I see?" Jarl Gorm repeated, turning his head from side to side before settling his gaze back on Leif and wildly motioning around them. "No land!"

"See, that is where you and I are different. The sky tells me we are headed west. Auks and gannets flying high tell me the weather is improving and we are nearing land." Leif explained, watching Jarl Gorm glance up at the birds flying above. He looked back down at Leif and swallowed.

"Then where are the other boats?"

"The other boats are not my responsibility. This boat-" Leif tapped the mast, raising his brows at Jarl Gorm. "-is my responsibility. For all you know, the other boats are lost, not ours. Now, we continue." With his words, the others resumed their rowing. Jarl Gorm accepted defeat and headed back to his spot. 

"And Jarl Gorm, stop blaming the Christians for your fears, hm?" Leif turned away from the man and (Y/N) followed suit as Birger began laughing. But when his laughter abruptly stopped and turned into gurgling, (Y/N) turned around and spotted him leaning against the side of the boat with blood pouring down his neck. The small group of Christians were immediately held back and the other Greenlanders could only stare at the bleeding man. Liv tore herself from their side and hurried over to Birger but the damage had been done. She could only provide mild comfort as he slowly died.

"I'm taking over the boat!" Jarl Gorm declared. "Arne, get the weapons."

"Let them go!" Leif demanded, pushing his way through the crew as (Y/N) quickly stood in front of the barrel, blocking Arne from reaching it just in time.

"Or what, Greenlander? You're going to kill me? I am not a bear and you are not a Viking." Jarl Gorm called hauntingly. His son glared at (Y/N) but remained rooted in his spot, eyes nervously flickering to Njal as the taller man protectively stood behind (Y/N). "You don't have the stomach to kill me."

"A polar bear thinks the same thing before he dies," Leif replied and with a grunt, Jarl Gorm lunged forward. Leif dodged the swing from his axe, slipping past him and using the mast to block Jarl Gorm's swing before he sprung out, digging his knife into the belly of the man. Leif stared him in the eyes as Jarl Gorm gasped and whimpered, digging his knife deeper and deeper. Arne whipped his head around to look at his father, staggering slightly and swallowing thickly.

"When I pull this out, you will be dead. Before I do, tell your men what you see." Leif demanded, turning the man to look forward. 

With one last dying gasp, Jarl Gorm spoke before collapsing on the ground, "England." 

"Anyone else wishes to join Jarl Gorm?" (Y/N) questioned loudly, staring at Arne and raising a brow at him. When the blonde turned away from him and slumped back down in his seat, he looked over each Viking, watching them avert their eyes and shake their heads. (Y/N) turned his attention back onto Arne, gaze lingering on him before he hummed. "Good. Now, get to rowing." 

Once everyone settled back down into their spots, (Y/N) and Leif dragged Birger to the middle of the boat beside Jarl Gorm. Despite their faults, (Y/N) was certain they'd find themselves feasting with whichever faith they chose to believe in, old or new. Leif returned to the steering oar and settled down, appearing unphased by what had occurred. (Y/N) placed his hand on his shoulder briefly before stepping up and leaning against the pow, watching the cliffs grow closer until a horn sounded off in the distance. Turning his head, he spotted ships appearing through the fog.

Jarl Olaf's ship neared them first, tilting so it could brush past their boat safely. Perplexed faces greeted them, confusion only intensifying upon seeing the two bodies. Following the ship, King Canute's sailed beside them and came to a slow stop, allowing Harald to step onto the ledge and board their ship. Harald paused, gazing down at Birger with a saddened frown. He climbed down, briefly stopping to rest his hand on the chest of his friend before approaching the brothers. (Y/N) crossed his arms as he watched Harald walk toward them, meeting his gaze briefly. Harald placed his hand on Leif's arm, features softening slightly.

With an approving nod, he looked at them. "Vikings."

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[valeskafics]

Vikings Modern AU Ivar x Reader, Side Alfred x Reader (preview)

IDK GUYS IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS LMAO

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Ivar rolls his eyes while he stares at you, “Look at her. Prancing around like she owns the place.”

Heahmund chuckles, “Ivar, why don’t you just break the sexual tension and ask her out?”

Ivar scoffs at him, “After Freydis? She’s a downgrade.”

“Are you shitting me?” Heahmund retorts, “Freydis was hot, sure, but Y/N is fucking gorgeous. Have you seen her hair? Her eyes? That body? Plus, she’s a total sweetheart. Face it, mate, she’s the whole package.”

“Well, why don’t you ask her out then?” Ivar snaps, flicking a scrap of paper at his friend.

“Maybe I will,” Heahmund taunts before yelling out to you, “Yo, Y/N, baby!”

You glance up from your conversation with Alfred and grimace, “What do you want, Heahmund?”

“Well, you in my bed for starters,” he grins lasciviously, making you snort out a laugh, “What?”

“She’s with me, church boy,” Alfred grins before pulling you into a gentle kiss, “Tough luck.”

Heahmund gapes at the two of you and turns to Ivar, who seethes with anger, “Did you see that? She’s fucking Alfred? When did this happen?”

“Never mind when it happened,” Ivar snarls, “It’ll end today when I tell her father what his little princess has been up to.”

“You’re brilliant,” Heahmund nods, “Absolutely brilliant.”

“God, I ought to wring Alfred’s scrawny little neck-“ Ivar feels himself stiffen with anger as Alfred presses a kiss to your neck, making you whimper slightly, “Fuck!”

“Should’ve made your move, mate,” Heahmund shakes his head, “God, I bet she’s great in bed.”

Ivar slaps the back of his friend’s head and attempts to eat the rest of his lunch without barfing it up, considering you and Alfred remain in his line of sight.

#vikings modern au #vikings x reader #vikings x you #ivar x reader #ivar x you #Ivar the boneless #Ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless x reader #Ivar the boneless x you #Ivar lothbrok x you #ivar lothbrok x reader

[harleyquinn3289]

His Better Half/2

Ivar x reader

So sorry this is so late. Also I am starting to write the Alpha Ivar x Omega reader. I haven't figured out a title or how I am going to write the first part but I AM working on it

He was done. No one was going to take you away from him. You were not going to leave him. No one was going to take the throne away from him. He was going to make Freydis pay for her trying to take the throne away. Once he's done making her pay he was going to make you his queen.

He did not care that his thing did not work. He would find a way to satisfy you.

You were in your home packing to leave. You were trying to keep your mind off of Ivar. He had called for everyone to join him in the great hall. You thought that he was going to announce Freydis as the future queen. You decided that with everyone in the great hall that it would be the perfect time for you to slip away without any one knowing.

Ivar was a nervous wreck. He was looking for you every where in the great hall. He even asked Hvitserk to look for you. When Hvitserk came and told him that you did not come. Ivar demand Hvitserk to go get you and bring you to the great hall.

Hvitserk was walking up to your door when you walked out of it with a bag. He instantly knew you were trying to sneak away without any one knowing. He was mad.

He grabbed your bag and threw it back in your home. He grabbed your arm firmly pulling you towards the great hall. He was not holding you hard enough to hurt you but he was holding hard enough to make sure you did not go anywhere.

"Hvitserk, please let me go. I can not be there when he say she is his future queen. Please let me go."

Hvitserk hated ignoring you but he had to do this so that you would not know what is going on.

When Hvitserk and you walked into the great hall, Ivar physically relaxed. He wanted to pull you up into his lap and kiss you but he had business to take care of first. He was physically sick. He had to sit on his throne next to someone who wanted him dead. He now wanted her dead and he would make sure it happened.

"I have an announcement to make." He paused and looked over at Freydis. She was sitting in the queen's throne. Your throne. Even if you did not know it yet. He could see the hope behind her eyes as he looked at her. He could also see that she was not in love with him

He glanced over at you. He could see the hurt in your eyes but most of all he could see the love that you had for him. How could he have not seen it sooner. He need to hurry this up. He needed to start making up for hurting you. He knew that no matter if you forgive him or not, he would spend the rest of your life trying to make up for all the hurt that he had caused you.

"I have discovered a plot to kill me and take my throne. These two will be brought forth. Hvitserk."

Hvitserk and one other trusted guard came forth. The guard had a man with him that was tied up and forced to his knees. Everyone was watching Hvitserk as he walk up beside Freydis and grabbed her arm and pulled her off of the queen's throne.

You watched in shock and confusion. Why was Ivar letting Hvitserk grab her that way. 

Hvitserk forced Freydis to her knees beside the man. Freydis kept asking questions. "Silence!" Ivar yelled out.

You could see the anger rise in him. You had not seen him this angry since he learned who killed his mother. You found yourself wanting to comfort him. You took a couple of steps forward but stopped. You did not know if he wanted you to comfort him. You did not know what was going on.

Ivar saw you take a couple steps forward. He knew that you wanted to comfort him but for the first time you hesitanted. You never hesitated to try and be there for him. He hated himself even more because he knows that he was the cause of it.

"Did you not think I would found out." He still yelled out. He looked directly at Freydis. You had always thought she was with him because he was king. Now you are fixing to learn that she wanted to kill him to make her lover king and her queen.

"What are you talking about, my king? I have not done anything."

This goes on for a few more minutes and then her lover caves. "We conspired against you. She was going to get you to make her queen. She was going to make you turn your back on y/n."

When Hvitserk and you heard that you both held your breath. You knew that Ivar cared for you. You did not know about him being in love with you. He has always been protective of you. He has even killed a man because he had said something bad about you.

You slowly make your way towards Ivar. You put your hurt feelings away to give him comfort. You needed to calm his anger. The man stopped talking when everyone noticed your movement. They knew you were the only one that could calm Ivar. They have witnessed it before.

You kind of hesitant when you get to the steps but Ivar holds out his hand. You grab it and stand beside his throne. He wanted to pull you into his lap but he needed to wait.

"Continue." Ivar said a little calmer.

The man hesitated for he knew that what he was about to say would anger him further. "Freydis suggested that when we kill you that we make it like y/n killed you out of anger. Then Freydis would have y/n killed for killing the king."

Ivar got even angrier. Not at the fact that they suggested that you would kill him but at the fact they were plotting your death. You could feel him squeezing your hand harder. Not where he was really hurting you. You took your free hand and laid it on top of his hand. Slowly running your hand up his arm and then back down.

This calmed him but it also made him feel worse about not noticing your feelings before now. He could not wait any longer he had to ask you to be his queen.

He stood up with his crutch. You started to let go of his hand but he would not let go of yours. "I will deal with this later. Hvitserk take them and lock them up. The rest of you get out. I have to ask Y/n something."

Once everyone was out. He turned and looked at you.

"You have always been there for me. No matter what and I am so sorry that I have hurt you. I have been in love with you for a while now. I just did not say anything because I thought you deserve a man that can satisfy you. Once Hvitserk made me see everything that I did not before I knew I could not keep my love for you hidden any more. Y/ will you be my wife and my queen?"

You were in shock. You were confused. You did not know what he was thinking.

You were no where near being a queen. In your eyes no one could measure up to how strong and amazing Aslaung was. You were not beautiful as Freydis is. 

You were at a loss for words so you just nodded.  "Yes, I'll be your queen and wife. There is something I want you to promise me first. I know that you think you can not satisfy a woman but I think you can."

You can see he is about to speak so you hold your hand up. " No, let me finish first. I think that it did not work out with that slave because you really was not attracted to her. Plus you were nervous. If we are able to be together like that and I ended up pregnant I want you to promise me something. That if the baby ends up with your disability..."

You could see the emotion change on his face. You could see that he was about to speak so you shook your head. "You have to promise me that you will not try to kill them or leave them out in the woods. I know that you struggle and all the pain you went through. You can teach them all the things that you had to learn on your own. They will know love from everyone. We will be better parents that ours were. I know you are scared of the struggle that they will have. They will have you to talk to about everything that they go through because you have been through the same thing. Okay?"

He looked at you and you could tell he was still unsure about it. He sat down on his throne and you kneeled by his legs.

"Ivar, listen I do not fully understand what you went through. Even though I saw the pain and how people treated you. I still do not understand fully but there is one of the promises that I am going to make to you. I love you. I would not want to ever be without you but if we ever do have a baby that has your disability and I see or even think that you are going to hurt it. I will find a way to either leave with it or kill you. If the baby is disabled it deserves a chance to be as strong as you are. They should be able to prove people wrong like you did."

Ivar was quite for a while so you thought that he would not agree so you stood up about to walk away when he pulled you down in his lap. He looked in your eyes and you finally saw the love that he had for you in his eyes. You could also see how scared he was. "I promise."

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[bteezxyewriter12]

His Shieldmaiden/ 3

Pairing- Ivar the Boneless x Named Reader

Word count- 5.1k

Includes- failed attempt at sex, blood drinking, questionable pregnancy, exposing of baby mentioned, jealous Ivar, battle scene (death, blood, slight gore), Reader is injured somewhat badly, sweet and loving Ivar, cheating, fingering, oral, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms

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Ivar POV

Freydis kisses my neck, her hands on my body, touching me sensually

And it does nothing for me

I am not aroused at all

She removes her dress and I look at her naked body

Nothing

Last time she was naked and sat on me, I became stiff

Not much but more than the nothing I feel now

Pressing herself to me, she takes my hand and puts it on her breast

I squeeze it, feeling how soft it is but still, I am not interested

And I do not know why

Her hand moves down my chest and stomach to my pants

I breathe in, wondering if her touching me will change anything

Her hand slips under my pants, palming me

She kisses my lips

I kiss her back, my tongue in her mouth

Kissing her is alright

It is nothing like kissing Joanne

I miss kissing her

I have not kissed her in the last few months

But then again we were in constant battle, constant travelling and I just wanted to have sex with her

Now I am kicking myself for not kissing her

Freydis wraps her hand around me, stroking me

I try to kiss her more, touch her body more but nothing is working

Even her hand is not making me hard

What is wrong with me?

Why is it not working now?

Finally I take her hand out of my pants, angry I cannot get hard

"No, I cannot", I lie

Aside from my brothers, no one knows I can have sex

Everyone believes I am impotent and I have used that to my advantage

"Ivar", she starts

"No!", I say louder, "I cannot. It does not work"

She smiles, kissing me again, "I told you I will bear you a son and I will"

How?

If I cannot get hard, I cannot fuck her, I cannot cum inside her

There will be no baby

"I will", she insists, "You are a god. I will have your child"

She takes a knife, holding it up to me and I lean back a little

What the fuck is she doing?

Am I going to have to kill her?

She takes my hand, cutting me

Why am I letting this happen?

She licks my blood, telling me she will have my child by my blood

I just look at her confused

"Your blood is the blood of a god. It can do anything. It will fill me with your child. Your son will be born and he will love you as much as I do. He will be with you at all times. The good and the bad"

Her voice engulfs me and I really listen

She is right

I am a god

Why should my blood not work?

I have fucked Joanne almost everyday for over a year

Sometimes more than once a day and she has never been with child

I cum inside her every time and she has not become pregnant

If my cum does not work, then my blood will

I nod at Freydis, agreeing with everything she is saying

She will have my child, my heir

And I will be a father

---------------------------------------------------

"I have an announcement", I say loudly, standing up in the great hall

The whole hall quiets down, every eye on me

Just like how I like it

"My beautiful wife Freydis, is with child! My child!"

I stare at Hvitserk, smirking

Cheers and shouts of congratulations echo in the hall

I scan the crowd's smiling faces, their cups of mead high in the air, drinking to me and Freydis

I stop my gaze at her

And my heart drops to my feet

She is not looking up or drinking

She's staring at the table, biting her lip

She only does that when she is trying not to cry

Why would she want to cry?

She should be happy

I am having a child

Her eyes lift to mine

She smiles but it does not reach her beautiful eyes

Hvitserk is looking between me and her, for what reason I do not know

I should stop staring at her but for some reason I cannot

She holds up her cup to me, drinks then stands up

She gives me a small smile again, then turns and leaves the hall

Movement to my right breaks whatever was holding my gaze on her

Hvitserk is standing up, looking towards where she went and goes in that direction

Anger and rage fill me

Why is he going after her?

Are they together?

Is he fucking her?

Why do I care?

She is free to do whatever she wants

I am married

I should not be thinking of her

Not like that

But I am

And I have to know

I have to know if she loves my brother

----------------------------------------------------

Pounding on her door, she starts yelling and cursing as she walks to the door

"What?", she snarls

She sees it is me and her eyes lower as she bows, "My king"

"Stop it Jo", I scoff, walking inside her home

"Uh-"

"Do not ever bow to me", I scold her, "Without you, I would not be king"

"That is not true and you know it", she says shutting the door, "You were meant to be king"

She is not wrong but what I said is true

She has been by my side my whole life, the one person who has never left me

She is the only person I trust unconditionally

Her belief in me helps me more than she will ever know

"Do you need something Ivar?", she asks, standing far from me

I do not like that, moving closer to her

"I need to ask you something. Do not lie to me"

She glares at me, "I have never lied to you Ivar. I never will."

I nod, satisfied with her answer

I trust her

"Are you and Hvitserk together?"

"What?", she asks incredeously

"You and Hvitserk. Are you in love? Are you fucking?"

Her answer will either give me relief or rage

"No! My gods Ivar, I am not a whore! I do not fuck brothers! What the fuck is wrong with you?", she shouts

Massive relief fills my body

"Are you...with...anyone?", I ask

"No! No one! I have not been with any man beside you. You were the last person I had sex with"

I breathe out a breath I did not know I was holding

"You would know if I was with any man Ivar. If I was in love or getting married. I would of told you. I am not"

I nod, "Alright"

"Is that all?", she snaps

It is but I do not want to leave

I hesitate but still ask

"Can we spend some time together? Like we used to before I became king"

She looks at me then looks away, "I do not think queen Freydis will like that"

Shit, I forgot about Freydis

I should get back

She is pregnant and I do not want to worry her

"Right. Yes, you are right. I will need to get back to her"

She nods, "Alright"

"I will see you soon alright?"

She just nods again

Why do I not want to leave?

Why do I have this overwhelming feeling of wanting to be with her?

Not even sex, just having her in my arms

I shake my head, knocking the thoughts from my head

I turn from her and walk out of her house

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Ten months later

"Loose!", I shout

The archers on the wall shoot their arrows into my brother's army

Well more like King Harald and King Olaf's army that my brother Bjorn is commanding

Oh yes and my loyal brother Hvitserk has joined with Bjorn to try and take Kattegat

They will fail

They are trying to use a battering ram to get through the gates

I am not worried even if they do get in

I look to my right, across to the other side of the wall where Joanne is shooting arrow after arrow into the attacking army

Her arrows hits every target

She is unbelievably good with a bow

She can shoot and kill from a long distance away

She is a fearsome shieldmaiden and I am so glad she is on my side

I hear the creak of the gate doors and look down

The battering ram is starting to crack the thick wood

"Oil!", I shout

The warriors thrown buckets of oils over the side, soaking the battering ram, the men who are operating it and the ground

"Arrows!"

The archers near me dip their arrows into fire and let them loose

They hit the oil and light up the floor, the ram and the warriors in fire

I laugh watching the warriors flail around and scream

Idiots

The clanging of metal makes me look across the bridge to her

Some of the enemy warriors have climbed the wall and are fighting with her factions

I am not worried

She is a capable shieldmaiden which is why I always have her as a commander

I turn my attention back to Bjorn and his attempts at getting into Kattegat

The ram still goes and in the next few minutes the barrier holding the doors closed breaks and the doors fly open

Bjorn and his warriors run in

"Now! Lower"

The second gate I had installed is lowered, crushing the warriors in the way and cutting Bjorn and his small band off from the rest of the army

I watch him and his warriors fight mine, laughing as his people are killed easily

Bjorn and a few others, fight their way up the stairs to the top of the gate then jump back over, landing on the dead warriors below

I hear them yelling "retreat" and watch the scared warriors run away

Cowards

They should die for their cause, not run away like children

Bjorn turns and walks away

Looking back towards her, I can see some of Bjorn's straggler warriors fighting to get over the gate to escape

She's fighting a huge man and I just watch her in admiration

She raises both her arms, stopping his swords with hers

She will kill him then the rest of the stragglers and we have won

Suddenly I see movement behind her and she does not notice

The figure moves behind her as I scream her name

I watch in horror as the figure behind her, holds out a dagger and plunges it into her side

I hear her scream, my heart dropping on the floor

The man in front of her drops his swords grabs her wrists in one of his hands and slams another dagger into her shoulder

"NO!", I scream as I watch her fall to the ground

And she does not move

"Joanne!", I scream, moving towards her as fast as I can

The figure behind her looks up and over at me

Hvitserk

It is Hvitserk

He stabbed her

He might have killed her

How can he do that?

He has know her from childhood as well

They were friends

How can he hurt her?

Hvitserk and the other warrior run to the edge of the gate and jump over it

I do not care about them

I care about her

"Get her!", I command the warriors closest to her, "Bring her to her house now!"

A few warriors pick her up and hurry her down the stairs, taking off towards her home

To the ones near me, I shout, "Get the healers! Send them to her house now. Save her"

I move as quickly as I can, cursing my stupid legs

I burst into her house, the healers already there, stripping her of her armor as she lays on the table

"Joanne!", I yell, moving to her side immediately

There is so much blood everywhere, her breathing labored, her eyes closed

Complete panic takes over as tears burst from my eyes

"Joanne! Wake up!", I shout, shaking her uninjured shoulder, "Wake up!"

She does not respond, unconscious

"My king, please. Please stand aside so we can work", one of the healers says

"Fix her!", I shout

They have to fix her

They have to save her

I cannot lose her

I know now

I know why I need her

I love her

I am in love with her and the thought of being with out her is devastating

I do not love Freydis

I never did

Joanne is the woman I want, the woman I love

That is why I could not have sex with Freydis

Why nothing she did worked

My body was telling me but I did not listen

I am listening now and she cannot die

"Save her", I demand of the healers, "Save her. Do everything to save her. If she dies, you die"

"We will my king. But please. We need space to work"

I lean down, kissing her forehead

"I love you. Please do not die"

Then I move across the room to wait, the healers surrounding her

If she dies, everything is over for me

I will kill myself to be with her

Wherever she goes, I go

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J POV

I come to in immense pain

What the fuck happened?

My shoulder is on fire and there is a stabbing pain in my side

I remember fighting on the gate, Bjorn and Hvitserk attacking Kattegat

I remember stopping a warrior from stabbing me with swords

Then all I remember is pain and darkness taking over

I try to move, my hand closing on something

"Jo?", I hear, the voice sounding panicked, "Are you awake? Please be awake"

Is that...Ivar?

"Please wake up. Please. I need you. Please do not leave me"

Leave him?

I am not leaving him

I am not dying

I have to kill whoever tried to kill me

Forcing my eyes open, I make my eyes focus

Ivar is leaning over me, worry filling his face

Worry?

Why?

"Joanne, you are alive! Thank the gods"

"What...what happened?", I ask groggily

I try to sit up but pain flares, knocking me back down

"Do not get up. You are injured and still weak"

"What injury?", I ask, listening to my body and laying down

Ok that is better

"You were stabbed twice. On you left side and your right shoulder. You fell. I...I thought you were...I did not know if...."

He stops and I lift my eyes, shocked to see tears in his eyes

His hand is still in mine, squeezing tightly, his other hand in my hair, running his fingers through the strands

It feels good

"I had them bring you home and I summoned the healers. They had to save you. Or I would kill them"

Kill them?

For me?

Why?

That does not make sense

"There was so much blood. Everywhere, all over you, all over the table, the floor. I had the table thrown out. Your blood was stained into it. I did not...did not want it in here. I will get you a new one"

The table does not matter

He is acting strangely

I did not think he would care so much if I died

He loves Freydis

Should he not be by her side?

"The healers, they fixed it. They stitched you and stopped the bleeding. You...you will have to rest. Stay in bed. The healers will come everyday and check on you. Change the bandages. And I will be here every night with you. I will take care of you."

I am utterly confused

Why is he staying with me?

"But uh Freydis-"

"Is fine without me. I do not think she wants me around anyway"

"No?"

Every since he announced she was pregnant I stayed away from the great hall and from them

I do not know much

I just know that their baby died after birth

He shakes his head, "No. Not since Baldur...."

"I am sorry about your son", I tell him

"He was not my son."

I do not understand what he means, so I do not say anything

"I never had sex with her"

My eyes dart to his in disbelief

He never...he had to....she was pregnant

"Ivar-"

"No Joanne. Listen. I never had sex with her. She tried but...it did not work. I did not...respond. To anything she did"

I do not understand

He is able to have sex

He is able to cum, he is able to have children

What does he mean he did not respond?

He explains what happened, how her touch did not give him any reaction, how she cut him and swallowed his blood

Telling him that is how she will get his child

Fucking ridiculous

And he, he believed her

I know he did because of all the lies she fed him

Lies he was desperate to believe

"That baby was not mine. And he...he was deformed"

He explains the child's deformity and it was horrible

"I exposed him", he confesses, "I could not let him live to suffer as I have suffered. I could not do that to a small baby. To let him grow up not knowing where he belongs, to relentless teasing, to having him constantly be questioned on whether he is a man. I did what was best for him"

I hold his hand tightly

I understand why he did it

But I also understand why Freydis is angry with him

"I understand that you were thinking of the child and his future", I say slowly, "I cannot say I would have not suggested the same. But I also understand why she is so angry Ivar"

"You think I did the wrong thing", he says quietly

"No. No I did not say that. I cannot make that determination because the child was not mine. If you did what you think was the best thing then it was the right decision. I am just explaining to you how hard is it for the mother.", I say gently, "Men...you put the baby inside us. But the women, the baby is with them for nine months. Growing inside. Everything the women does for the nine months is for the baby. For the survival of the baby. The baby is part of her. She will love the baby unconditionally. And it is hard to accept when there is something wrong with the child. It is like you were killing a part of her. Especially if you did it without her knowing"

"I did", he whispers

"Then can you understand why she does not want you around for now?"

He nods, "I...I did not think about it the way you explained it."

I know he did not

He will never be with child, he does not have to think about that

It is understandable

"Do you....do you think I'm a monster?", he whispers, looking at me with tears in his eyes

I reach out, softly touching his cheek, "No Ivar. Nothing you can ever do will make me think that about you. Nothing you do will ever make turn from you. I swear"

He nods, holding onto my arm tightly

"So", I say, changing the subject, "Who tried to kill me?"

"Hvitserk"

What?

Hvitserk?

Why?

What have I ever done to him?

He has fought by my side, I have saved his sorry ass on the battlefield

He tried to kill me?

"Hvitserk?", I whisper

"Yes. He came behind you and stabbed your side. That left you open for the warrior in front of you to stab your shoulder. When you fell they jumped off the gate and ran"

"Bastard", I curse

"Your scream was the worst thing I have ever heard. The only thing that has ever truly scared me. Hearing you in pain....I still hear you screaming in my nightmares"

"I'm sorry", I answer, not knowing what else to say

He is saying so many things to me that I have no idea how to respond to

"Do not be sorry. It was not your fault."

I know it was not but I do not want him to keep thinking on it

Comfortable silence falls, as he continues to stroke my hair

I feel my eyes closing but I force them open

"No Jo. Sleep. It is alright. I will be here with you"

I still do not know why he would want to be here with me but I am happy he will be

----------------------------------------------------

I am so tired of laying in this fucking bed

It has been a few days but the healers insist I stay in bed

And Ivar will not hear anything that goes against them

I am so bored

But Ivar has kept his promise

He is with me every night

It almost feels as if he is my husband

Almost

But he is not and I need to remember that

"Are you uncomfortable?", Ivar asks me as I move yet again

"Yes. Restless. I cannot relax"

"I will help you relax"

I snort, "How?"

He rises from the chair next to my bed and climbs in the bed next to me

I freeze, not knowing what to do

His hand touches my cheek, turning my face to his

He looks down at me with a look in his eyes I cannot place

Leaning down, his lips brush against mine

Fire floods every vein, every nerve from his kiss

His tongue slips in my mouth, making me moan when it touches mine

He kisses me deeply, desperately, almost like he wants me and just me

It cannot be true

His hand moves down, pulling up my sleep dress

"Ivar-", I start

"Shh love. Let me"

My heart stops at the name I called him so long ago

The first time we were together

I nod, letting him take off the dress, leaving me naked and exposed

He quickly removes his shirt, pulling it over his head, his muscular body hitting my vision

Fuck, he is so beautiful

He mouth attaches to mine, kissing me hard, his hand moving between my legs, touching me

I gasp in his mouth, pleasure running through me

His fingers play with my clit, making me so fucking wet so fast it is embarrassing

His kisses are relentless, my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as he can get

Hand hand moves lower, his fingers sliding inside

"Fuck", I moan, closing my eyes, my head back into the pillow

Ivar's lips press kisses along my neck, licking and sucking on my skin as he moves his fingers in and out

He has never touched me like this and while it feels amazing, I cannot help but wonder why

Why is he doing this now?

His thumb finds my clit, rubbing while his fingers move inside me

I whimper, my hands gripping his upper arms hard as the pleasure increases

His fingers slide in deep just as he flicks my clit and I explode, moans coming from my mouth

Oh my fuck it feels so good

When I finish, he moves his hand away, wrapping it around me and pulling me against him

He leaves hot open mouth kisses along my body, moving down as he goes, his tongue licking my skin

He is driving me insane

He sucks on the skin of my stomach, biting softly

"Ivar", I groan, fucking loving it

When he pull away, he licks my skin where he was sucking

Lifting my head I see a dark purple mark where his mouth was

"More", I ask, wanting his marks all over my body

Sucking more skin into his mouth, he leaves dark marks all over my stomach

He kisses lower, opening my legs and going between them

I feel him bite my inner thigh, sucking hard on the skin there

He keeps going, leaving more marks all over my legs

When he finishes, his tongue licks my pussy and I scream in pleasure

Oh my fucking gods

I have never felt this before

No man has ever done this to me before

Ivar goes hard, his tongue moving everywhere, touching all the right places to keep me in massive pleasure

His hands grip my thighs hard, keeping my legs open as he ravishes me with his tongue

His tongue slides across my clit, making my hips thrust up into his face

"Oh you like that hmm?", he smirks, looking up at me

I bite my lip nodding

"Alright"

He mouth moves around my clit and he sucks hard

"Fuck!", I shout, pleasure punching my body hard

His mouth moves hard and fast, sucking and licking my clit like he cannot get enough

My hands plunge in his hair, pulling on it as he pushes me closer and closer

His tongue slides down and slips inside me, stars blasting in my vision

His tongue moves back up, licking all of me and flicking my clit before sliding down and back inside

"Ivar!", I gasp, feeling him do it again and again

I cannot

The pleasure is overwhelming and I cannot take it

His tongue goes inside and I scream his name, clenching his tongue and coming so hard, my entire body shakes uncontrollably

His tongue continues to lick as I orgasm, his moans adding to my screams

When it is over, he gives me another long lick before moving away

"You taste so good", he murmurs, coming next to me and kissing my neck, "So fucking sweet"

He kisses along my shoulder

"I can eat you every day"

I shudder against his lips, his words arousing me more

"Ivar", I whimper

"Yes love?", he asks, peppering more kisses along my collarbone, his fingers running up and down my back

"I...I want you"

He stops kissing me and looks down at me

"You are still hurt"

"I do not care"

"I do"

I pull him to me in a kiss, a hard kiss, showing him how much I want him

"You will not hurt me. I trust you", I tell him

He studies me for a few moments, softly touching my face

Then he kisses me again, so softly, so lovingly

I move my hands to his pants, undoing them and he lets me

He helps get everything off him, throwing everything on the floor

I start to turn around slowly so I do not pull any stitches

"No", he says firmly

I raise my eyebrow

No?

Is he changing his mind?

He gently moves me back on to my back

He captures my lips with his again, moving on top of me, leaning on one of his arms

He other hand moves down, wrapping my leg around him

Is he...is he going to do it this way?

He makes a move to switch the arm he's leaning on, but I stop him, wrapping my other leg around him as well

He kisses me deeply, moving inside me

I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling him open me around him

"Oh fuck love", he moans, pushing himself all the way in

I lay under him, my pussy hugging him tightly, throbbing around him

And fuck, it feels so good to have him back inside

It feels right, like I am back where I belong

With him

Slowly he pulls back, then moves forward burying himself back in

He continues to move but slowly, softly, lavishing my neck in kisses, his hand give me gently touches and squeezing my body

I can feel every move he makes, every thrust, every pull of his cock, every press to my spot

Every move of his lips on my skin, every squeeze, hear every breath he takes

And I absolutely love it

It feels like he is making love to be but I will not be stupid enough to believe it

More like he is going slowly because he is afraid to hurt me

I push the thoughts away because I do not want to think bad thoughts right now

I just want to be with him in this moment

I move my arms from his neck around his body, pulling him against me

Feeling his soft skin against mine

His hand wraps around my breast, squeezing gently, his palm against my hard nipple

His thrusts become a little bit harder, bringing me so close

His kisses move down my chest, my hand in his long hair

His mouth wraps around my nipple and he sucks softly, rocking his hips into me, his pelvis rubbing my clit, his perfect cock rubbing against my spot

"Ivar!", I moan softly, ecstasy filling my body, as I cum around him

My body arches into him, his arm moving around my back, holding me against him

He keeps grinding into me through my orgasm, then continues to move when my body relaxes again

He keeps his arm around me, giving me so many kisses all over, making me feel so wanted

So loved

The continuous pleasure he's giving me is making me pulse around him again

The more he thrusts, the harder I throb and the closer I am

"Cum for me love", he whispers, pressing his lips against mine

I orgasm immediately at his words, kissing him as unbelievable pleasure rushes through me, my arms around his back, holding him to me

His hand moves to my thigh, squeezing hard

He breaks the kiss, moaning my name loudly and burying his face in my neck as he orgasms

His cock throbs inside me and I feel his warm cum fill me

I moan from pleasure

Fuck, even him coming feels amazing

When he finishes, he stays on top of me, breathing hard and I just hold him, playing with his hair

I kiss his forehead, holding him tightly

Waiting for the inevitable when he leaves

After a few minutes, he stirs, lifting this head, smiling softly at me

I am a little confused although I smile at him too

He softly presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss and I am blown away

Moving next to me, he gently pulls me in his arm, wrapping them around me

Is he...staying?

"Come my love. I am staying with you like this tonight. I want to hold you all night", he whispers, pulling the blanket on us

What the fuck is going on?

I am so confused

But I am not stupid enough to argue with him

We settle down in the bed, with me laying on his chest, our bodies turned and entangled together

His hand plays with my hair, making me so sleepy

"Sleep love. I have you. All night", he promises, kissing my forehead

I do not know what is different this time but I cannot help but smile as I close my eyes, laying in the arms of the man I love

@e-m-christina

@harleyquinn3289

#ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #ivar fanfic #ivar fic #ivar smut #vikings smut #vikings fic #vikings fanfiction #vikings fanfic

[scandinavianfairytale]

Him & I

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Summer time fun, (inappropriate) ice cream consumption, so much domesticity & lots of old married couple style bantering, so many feelings 🥰🥺, Ivar & Reader are too cute 🥰 but their partners are getting suspicious 😬😅

It was unusually hot this summer. So much so that you accepted Ivar's invitation to his family house on Anholt island for a few days for this heatwave to pass. The Lothbroks rented the Air Taxi for the whole extended bunch, now including Freydis, Erik, Tora and you.

The extended weekend everyone took off work was much appreciated as well as the swim in the cold Atlantic ocean. Everyone got along very well, playing volleyball and board games, cooking big meals together and playing drinking games in the evenings.

But then the reality caught up with them and Monday evening came and everyone started packing. The whole mood changed. You were complaining to Erik about not wanting to go back to the city and the heat and the responsibilities.

"I get it, but the more you complain, the harder it'll be to connect back tomorrow. I can help you pack, if you want." Erik suggested as he glanced at his watch.

"No, it's fine."

Erik walked downstairs with his suitcase and sat on it as he waited in the entryway.

"Where's your better half?" Freydis asked as she sat down on her suitcase next to him.

"Upstairs complaining about not wanting to leave." He chuckled.

"I can't wait to get back to the city. There is a concert I'm dying to go to this Friday."

"Same. I'm so excited to return home, even with the heatwave...I really don't like living out of the suitcase."

"Hey Ivar, can you check on Miss Always Complaining upstairs? I fear she just unpacked everything in protest." Erik joked as he saw Ivar going up the stairs.

You were staring at the folded clothes and grimacing when a knock on the door startled you.

"Geez Erik, I'm almost done, okay?" You called at the door, but then Ivar opened it and you sighed.

"It's just you."

"Thanks for that." Ivar laughed and folded his arms over his chest, observing your pouty packing.

"Sorry...it's just...I really don't like the idea of going back to work." You sighed, leaning back on the bed.

"I know. You hadn't had a break in over 9 months, minus Christmas." He walked in the room, sitting next to you on the floor.

"I really needed this..." you gestured at the house. "but I'm still so tired and the idea that I'll have to log back in tomorrow is making me nauseous."

"Do you want to stay?" Ivar asked as he observed you.

"No...I can't, you went through so much trouble to organize the air taxi and everyone took their vacations...I can't ask anyone to stay."

"Well you're not asking. I'm asking. And I'm only asking you." You met his eyes. "If you say you need more, we can make that happen. We just call our bosses and ask for a few more days. They'll manage without us."

"You'll stay too?" You asked surprised.

"Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble." Ivar laughed.

"I think you must've us confused. I'm the one that keeps you away from trouble, not the other way around." You laughed as well.

"Hey, you two," Torvi's voice came booming through the hallway but she stopped talking and smiled as her head poked through the door and she saw you two sitting on the floor laughing. "How about you two move your butts to the taxi and continue your conversation there."

"We're staying for a few more days." Ivar replied simply, smiling at Torvi.

"Alone?" Torvi's eyebrows fused with her hairline. "I mean Erik and Freydis aren't staying with you?"

"I haven't asked Erik...but he made it clear he doesn't want to stay..." You shrugged your shoulders.

"And Freydis wants to go to a concert." Ivar added.

"Well...okay then. Have fun." Torvi smirked as she walked away. Maybe this time alone will finally make you realize that you are with wrong partners.

As she arrived downstairs without the two missing pieces Erik and Freydis wondered where you were.

~Freydis & Ivar~

"What do you mean you're staying?" Freydis asked, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

"She needs this, I told you that I'm worried about her."

"She's an adult, I'm pretty sure she doesn't need you to take care of her. Besides, I really want to go to that concert I've been telling you about for months now."

"And I told you I don't want to go. I thought we agreed that you're going to go with your friends." Ivar sighed. He had this conversation for what feels like 10000 times.

"Yeah, but I wanted to sleep at your place."

"I can give you the keys if that's the issue."

"You're really going to leave me alone for the whole week?" Freydis was getting annoyed.

"Are you suggesting I leave my friend of 10 years alone in the middle of nowhere so that I wait for you one night to get home after a party?" Ivar asked incredulously.

"I guess it's not a discussion, is it? Enjoy your time away from me." Freydis glared and walked away. Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose.

~Erik & you~

"Look, I get that you're tired, but avoiding going back to work won't make it magically disappear..." Erik tried to persuade you.

"Erik, we've been through this. I'm stressed and I need a break."

"You just had a break." Your boyfriend pointed out confused.

"Two days is not a break."

"It was a break for me."

"Well I'm not you. Also our jobs are significantly different, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop disregarding something that you have no idea about." You bit back at him. You hated having this conversation. Erik went in to hug you, but you pushed him away.

"You're right, maybe it'll be good if you took some time away from the city and relaxed." He said stiffly and kissed your cheek, before walking away.

After everyone left the house felt quiet and empty.

"What put you in a sour mood?" You asked as you studied Ivar's frowning face.

"How about we don't talk about it?" He suggested and plopped down on the couch. You sat next to him and together you sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't mean for you to be quiet." Ivar's head resting on the sofa turned to you.

"I know. I don't wanna talk either. Can we watch TV and then go to sleep. I promise I'll be better company tomorrow." You gave him a haphazard smile.

"Erik?" Ivar asked. You nodded.

"Freydis?" You asked a few seconds later. Ivar nodded. You sighed and Ivar turned on the TV. You ended up watching a romantic comedy The Lost City and laughed throughout the movie and continued with Modern Family, both of you falling asleep somewhere in the middle of Season 2, completely exhausted.

When Ivar woke up the next morning completely stiff, the first thing he needed to do was stretch and the cracking of his bones woke you up.

"This was the perfect place to sleep." You giggled and yawned at the same time.

"I think this means we're old." He sighed as his back cracked.

"You're old, my bones are still fine." You joked, but when you stood up and stretched everything started cracking.

"Yup, that's the sound of a young person." Ivar joked.

It was nice spending time alone with Ivar again. Since the relationship with Freydis became more serious - when he told her he loved her, it seemed to you as though she has been permanently glued to Ivar.

For the next 5 days Ivar spoiled you, he let you sleep in even though he is usually up at 6 am and he made sure pancakes were always waiting for you when you woke up.

"You don't have to make me pancakes, Ivar. I'm sure there are better things for you to do than wait for me to get up." You said on your second day.

"You could just say thank you, you know." Ivar grinned at your happy expression.

"Thank you." You smiled sweetly at him.

"I really don't mind making pancakes. Besides they make you so happy that if I didn't make them, I'd feel guilty."

"They do make me really happy." You giggled and cut a big chunk of a Nutella stuffed pancake.

After the clean-up you made your way to the small beach and enjoyed the recluse from the heat that the soft Atlantic breeze provided. You were finally nearing the end of the book you have been reading for the last 7 months, when Ivar reappeared from somewhere holding two ice-creams and offered you the lemon flavoured one.

Humming your thank you, you pounced on the ice cream, hoping for the internal cool-down of your body. Glancing at Ivar he gulped down the ice cream - like he always did and you shook your head, focusing your attention on the book again.

"Ugh...brain freeze." Ivar shuddered and held his temples.

"That would imply you have a brain..." You replied, not glancing away from your book. You could feel his glare on you and you couldn't help but grin. Looking up, you only caught a glimpse of him leaning over and smearing his ice cream on your nose.

"Nose freeze." He laughed as you shrieked at the cool ice.

After the sun weakened you went to the water to cool down and finally swim for a bit. Ivar had a very different strategy of entering the water - while you ran in and dove head first, he liked to take his time.

"Hey, grandpa Grumpy, are you coming in or not?" You called from a few feet away, droplets of ocean water dripping down your forehead.

"Screw you, it's so cold!" Ivar called at you, slowly making progress by splashing a bit of water on his body to get accustomed to the change in temperature. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you dove underneath the water surface, swimming towards him and reappearing right in front of him.

"Boo." You grinned.

"I get why your parents call you Mermaid." Ivar smiled at you. You perched up at the shoreline, the top part of your body out of the water and the lower part submerged.

"When I was little my favourite fairytale was The Little Mermaid. And I thought that if I just stay in the water long enough, I'd grow a tail. So I would swim and dive and wait for my tail to finally appear but my parents always forcefully removed me from the water because my lips turned blue and they were scared for me." Smiling at the memory you gazed at the vast ocean. "I really thought that if I just tough it out, I'd finally get my wish. That's why they still call me Little Mermaid." Your eyes focused on Ivar again who was now turned towards you and sporting a soft smile.

A loud curse tore from his throat as you splashed water at him.

"You're such a baby. The water is not even that cold." You laughed.

"You just wait. I'll make you pay."

"Only if you can catch me." You stuck your tongue out at him and dove back in the water.

Your battle continued in the water with both of you splashing and dunking each other. You were so loud that in the end only the two of you remained in the water while everyone else packed their bags and left.

Giggling like the two idiots that you were, you made your way back to the house to make dinner and watch the series again.

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"We're going back tomorrow." Ivar pointed out as you watched Modern Family. Burying your face into a pillow, you groaned.

"Don't spoil our last day here."

"I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now...this might be the last chance I'll get."

Pausing the show you turned to him, crossing your legs under you, ready for a 'real talk'. You motioned for him to continue.

"You know your opinion means a lot to me..." Ivar paused and you slowly nodded. "I noticed a few things recently and I wanted to ask you what you thought about Freydis?" Searching his eyes, you were surprised by the question.

"She's okay. I mean I wouldn't call her my friend, but I don't mind her." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Okay, but I want to hear your opinion on her with me."

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You forced a smile on your face.

"That doesn't answer my question." Ivar rolled his eyes.

"I don't think my opinion is needed here. You're the one dating her, so what I think has no value."

"But when you say things like that, it makes me think you really don't like her."

"Why do you need to hear what I think, especially if you think I have a not so great opinion of her?"

"Because if this relationship will be long-term, I don't want to lose you, because deep down you don't like her." Ivar averted his eyes from you. "You mean so much to me. We've been friends for such a long time and no relationship is worth compromising that. So, please, tell me what you think."

Running your fingers through your scalp and sighing, you observed him.

"Ugh, fine. I think she's kind of rude, selfish, opinionated bordering on judgy and controlling." Ivar remained quiet. "But my opinion of your girlfriend shouldn't be a factor in your relationship. I only experience a fraction of her and I have no way of knowing how she is when you're alone. Our friendship is not going to end because I might not be the biggest fan of her. I promise." You smiled.

"She is very opinionated, isn't she?" He laughed a few silent moments later.

"Very much so. You know I have no problem with that in general, but on Sunday I couldn't get even a word in when she went on a rampage on the meat industry. And when anyone wanted to say something she just disregarded everything or refused to listen."

"I remember and then everyone just started talking about other things and she was insulted." Ivar mused. You scratched your temple at that, looking away from him and gathering the courage.

"Since we're on the subject...care to share your thoughts on Erik?" You met his eyes. It was his turn to be uncomfortable.

"He's okay."

"But...?" You continued for him, making him sigh.

"He's not exactly the guy I thought you'd end up dating."

"Meaning what?"

"Look this is just somethings I picked up on and I might be exaggerating...but he tends to disregard you and your worries, he's manipulative, he doesn't get your humor and he has a ridiculously high opinion of himself."

You slowly nodded.

"You know I've been having the feeling that he's trying to manipulate me sometimes..." You felt a pang in your heart.

"You're not an easy person to manipulate."

"I thought you'd be with a different kind of person too..." You finally said and Ivar's heart skipped a beat.

Thank you for reading! 💙🥰

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I'm back at the Ivar x Reader train and this time with a long story 😁 I'm trying to get a few stories out these days because I'm leaving in 2 days for a month and I have no idea how much time I'll have for writing during the trip 🙈 but I am so excited, 5 weeks away from here and with my favourite people 💙🥰

This is me when I tell people I'm going for 5 weeks 🤭😁👇

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