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Finally

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2070 words

Warnings: FLUFF

Summary: Hvitserk has always seen the reader as a warrior, but sometimes he forgets that she’s a woman too.  

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You weren’t surprised to come upon both Ivar and Hvitserk sitting together, talking between themselves.

They did it often, more so now than ever.

What did surprise you though was when you heard Hvitserk mention how saddened he was that he’d yet to have children.

Of all the things he could have been thinking about in the eve of a great battle, you wouldn’t have guessed it was that but still, you didn’t question it.

In a lot of ways, you could understand where he was coming from.

So, after Ivar moved from his place, you took it over, the same topic of conversation now flooding your mind.

“I think I would like to have them too” you shrugged, allowing yourself to have a seat where his brother had just been, not bothering to rehash the conversation you’d overheard between the two men.

Everyone thought about having children.

It was just how you’d been raised, and how the Gods intended it to be.

It was how your society progressed and how your family's lines kept going. You would have been a fool to pretend that wasn’t the natural order of things, and that it wasn’t what you wanted.

Every woman wanted children.

Your mother had had them, and so had her mother, for as far back as your family had been and of all things, the last you wanted was to put an end to that cycle.

Still, it would have been a lie to say that your admission didn’t shock Hvitserk, at least a little.

In all the time that you’d known one another, he’d never thought about you wanting to have children, or even caring about something like that. Though, clearly, he’d been wrong.

“You’ll catch flies like that” you scoffed, gesturing to your friend's mouth, hanging slightly agape as he considered what you were telling him.

It was odd.

Not that he meant for his reaction to be offensive to you in any way. He just didn't have much control over what his face did when you said things like that.

“Sorry” he shrugged, the word leaving his lips quickly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, and in a way, he had.

It was unavoidable.

“Do you really want to have them?” he repeated your words back to you, almost in awe of the answer he knew was coming before it could.

It just didn’t make sense.

If you wanted children all this time, why wouldn’t you have said something  before now? Why wouldn’t you have settled down and done it by now?

Most women your age had already married and had a few children by this point, and there was nothing stopping you from doing the same if it was what you really wanted.

“Is that so hard to believe?” you countered, not connecting the dots as to why this was so hard for him to understand.

As he knew well, it was just a part of your lives.

People had children and there was no reason you would be any different.

“I guess not. I just never thought about you as a mother” Hvitserk decided, trying not to offend you with every word he spoke.

You certainly could have been, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a wife, it just didn’t seem like what you wanted before today.

You had always been a great warrior.

You had a warrior’s spirit, and more heart than anyone Hvitserk had ever met.

That skill was something that had defined you as you grew older, and by this point, it seemed as though it was what you were meant to do with your life.

It didn’t surprise him to learn that you were quite skilled on the battlefield, when he finally found himself there, by your side all those years ago.

What did surprise him was the number of times you managed to catch him off guard.

This moment included.

Your desire to start a family genuinely wasn’t something he’d seen coming.

“And you see yourself as a father?” you teased, kicking your foot out just enough to bump his boot with your own, finding the whole thing quite humorous.

Your mother had always said you had the body of a mother, and a wife more than a warrior, but the truth was, neither you nor Hvitserk had ever perfectly fit either mold.

You simply moved in the direction the God’s pointed you without a second thought.

It had always worked for you before.

“Perhaps. There are quite a few things I could teach a child, wouldn't you agree?” Hvitserk doubled down, surely signing himself up for even more ridicule from you but doing it anyway.

If anything, he’d earned some of your good spirited torment.

“Of course, someone has to teach them how to eat half a bore in one sitting” you laughed, recalling just how sick he’d made himself on that evening, doing so out of spite and gluttony alone.

Hvitserk couldn’t help but laugh as well, considering the point you made happily.

You had a point.

As far as teaching impressionable children about life skills and survival, neither of you would thrive.

However, that didn’t mean the male in front of you had any doubts about how good of parents you’d be, regardless.

Your heart was made of gold, a gift from the Gods to Kattegat, and there was no possible way you couldn’t pass that on to whatever offspring you may have.

“It is a gift” he chuckled, feigning humility, unable to avoid the obvious truth to your statement. You could both teach children quite a few things, even more if you were together than apart.

It wasn’t until he realized that that he had an idea.

“We could have some” Hvitserk hummed, his words coming out of nowhere, so impulsive and ridiculous that you weren't even sure you’d heard them in the first place.

Surely he didn’t mean that.

He couldn't have meant that.

“I’m sure there is a much more fitting bride in store for you, Hvitserk” you allowed, waving off his comment as an ill received joke. It wasn’t the first he’d told, and it surely wouldn't be the last either.

It was true.

You were sure of it.

There was a beautiful woman out there somewhere, waiting to marry the esteemed Son of Ragnar and bear him as many children as he’d like.

There was no reason for him to fret about it now.

You certainly couldn’t imagine this day to be his last, battle or not, and after this, he had more reason than ever to start the family he so desperately wanted.

“I’m serious. Why shouldn’t we have a few little babes of our own, you and me?” he continued, shocking you with his commitment to the subject.

Most of the time, Hvitserk would have chuckled a bit and moved on to something else entirely but not this time.

For some reason, in the time since you’d sat down, he’d gotten it in his head that the two of you could have children with one another.

Out of nowhere.

“Because Hvitserk, we aren’t married and even if we were, who would raise them? You and I hardly have the time now” you asked, gesturing around you.

A hundred feet to your left, there was a man getting his arm crudely removed with an ax, and to your right was a pit of bodies, scattered about.

It was hardly the place for a child.

Let alone ‘a few’ children.

“We could get married. My feelings for you have never been a secret, and we deserve a family just as much as anyone else, perhaps even more” he kept going, his determination filling you with a familiar pride.

He had always been so passionate about the things he cared about, and you loved that about him.

Above everything else, you had never questioned his heart and whether it was in the right place or not.

Hvitserk was a good person, and the Gods had given you a gift when they brought him into your life.

“You really want to do that? To marry me? To have children together?” you recounted, a small smile blooming on your face as you took your turn considering what it would be like.

As you thought about what kind of father Hvitserk would be, and how you could take a break from all the fighting to raise children of your very own, warriors like their parents.

It was a welcome sight, you had to admit that.

He was right, about all of it.

Hvitserk had always cared very deeply for you, and never tried to keep that a secret. This wasn’t even the first time he’d proposed to you in all the years that you’d known one another, but it was the most serious.

In fact, this was the most serious you’d ever seen him in his life.

The man in front of you took a moment to answer, looking between you and his clasped hands before letting out a sigh of decision.

Of course he wanted that. By this point, he was convinced it was the only thing he wanted, above everything else.

“More than anything”

Again, that finality found its way into his voice, bringing you a peace you never thought possible without even meaning too.

All your life, Hvitserk had been the last one to take himself too seriously, to act as the most mature, prepared between the two of you but now, it was he who was trying to get you to settle down.

It almost felt as if the Gods were teasing you.

Not that you minded.

If Loki himself thought this a proper jest, you would have to thank him every day of the rest of your life.

“Alright, Hvitserk, but you must promise me one thing” you began, setting your sword down completely on the grass, and offering a hand to him which he took without hesitation, bringing him that much closer to you.

Almost too naturally, the male found himself kneeling in front of your seated frame, his hands clasping your own, resting in your lap.

In this moment, you could have asked anything of him and he would have done it happily.

Though, that wasn’t all that different from every other moment you two had shared together. Hvitserk was almost always prepared to pluck the sun from the sky if you asked.

Where you were concerned, he’d always find a way, so whatever it was you wanted from him now, it was yours.

No matter what it was.

“Promise me you aren’t doing this because we may die tomorrow” you prompted, freeing one of your hands to gingerly brush your thumb mindlessly over the bone as you looked into his eyes.

You knew he must have been feeling the pressure this war had brought on, just as you were, but that didn’t mean you wanted to make empty promises to one another.

Love was the most powerful thing in the world but it was also the most dangerous if wrongly placed.

You didn’t want him to promise his heart to you again if he didn’t intend to give it to you fully.

“When have I ever made such rash decisions?” Hvitserk teased this time, finding the fact that you two were having this conversation at all too good to be true.

He never would have thought he’d be here, in the middle of a warzone with the woman of his dreams, discussing children and weddings on the night before he could meet his gruesome end.

Thankfully, if there was one thing Hvitserk was especially good at, it was dealing with things as they arose, rather than having a plan ahead of time.

It was one of the reasons you two worked out so well as a team.

“I’m serious, Hvitserk '' you tutted back, your gentle stroking of his jaw coming to an abrupt stop as you urged the man in front of you to be serious for once, like he’d been before this moment.

You needed to know this was really what he wanted, every day, not just on days when you may get yourselves killed.

“Alright, alright. I promise” he hummed, the biggest grin you’d ever seen evident on his face when he finally realized just what you two had agreed to.

He was getting married.

To you.

Finally.

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Love at First Sight (dark hvits & plus-size reader)

Chapter Two

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My beta reader @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 😘 thank you for helping!

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Ivar moves his white chess pieces around the board. It's brutal and the other opponent across from him looks like all the life has been drained from him. Ivar had killed the guy without a weapon with 30 minutes still on the clock. He sits back, knowing he has won.

The man across from him stares at the board for another five minutes before resigning. He throws five hundred bucks on the table and leaves without saying anything.

Ivar picks up his winnings and comes over limping a little to sit next to me at the bar. My brother became a chess prodigy at 6 after Sigurd crushed his leg with a shovel; a full metal brace had to be implanted into his still-growing bone. He needed something to occupy him while his brace was on, and Uncle Floki had sat him down and told him, “I'm going to teach you how to play chess.”

He became a U.S. champion at 16, one of the youngest in the league, full-bodied in anger. He wanted it all. They called him a “cripple” because he never lost the limp, it fueled him even more. He had gotten his first taste of blood too young when he gave another kid a concussion by smashing his head in a locker at seven years old.

It happened in a blink of an eye. Sigurd couldn't keep his mouth shut for once in his life. Ivar just snapped while he was holding a kitchen knife, all that pent-up anger led to one brother dead and another one going to spend the rest of his life in prison. Ubbe wouldn't let it happen. Blood is blood, no matter what you've done.

"I met a girl." I speak, lifting my glass and drinking my beer.

Ivar raises his brows at me, pushing his glass to be refilled by the bartender "Where'd you meet her?" Ivar questions. He looks at the bartender with narrowed eyes impatiently.

The man flinches and pours another glass and scurries away.

Ivar grins and lifts his glass to take a drink.

"Coffee shop." I can't help but go on about you. "She's something, Ivar. So fucking beautiful, I can't stop thinking about her. She's… every poet's muse. Every musician’s love song. The sun in a cold winter." I shut my eyes, picturing you. I look back at Ivar. "She is the truest form of love."

Explaining you was hard enough because you were unexplainable. There weren't enough words in the human dictionary to even say what and who you were. In my thoughts, I could say a million ballads, but none could be described by my lips.

Ivar looks taken back when I tell him about her. It was hard to surprise him and it was one of those rare times when he was. He polishes off his whiskey in one swig and slams the glass down on the bar. "You're in love." He nods. "Boy, you're fucked." Ivar pats my back with an open palm. "What's her name?" He asks. I said your name. It feels so right on my tongue. It's smooth and keeps me warm. You. You. You. You.

"You asked her out?"

I shake my head, looking down at the foamy leftovers in my beer glass.

"You got her number though, right?" He leans in.

"I'm keeping an eye on her."

Ivar looks at me, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Correction. You're stalking her."

I snap my head at him. I wasn't lurking in the window watching you change. This wasn't like that. This was love. "I'm not- it's not like that." I state, my fist clenched so hard that my veins popped in my hand. I unclench my hand, taking a breath.

"You'll have to talk to her eventually." Ivar speaks calmly. He adjusts himself in his seat to straighten himself.

"I've spoken to her." I bite back. I look at my watch on my wrist, you were getting off work soon. Fuck. I was going to be late.

"I'm not done." Ivar glares. He wants to be heard even if no one asked. Ivar the Boneless.

"I’ve got to go. She's getting off work." I stand up.

Ivar huffs out, shaking his head. "You're my ride, help me up." He grips onto my arm to level himself and yank himself up from the chair. He rarely ever asked anyone to help him up, only me on rare occasions. I didn't say anything to make him get angry. I wasn't in the mood for a tantrum.

He limps towards the door and we step out into the street in the spring air. ars honk as they drive by, narrowly missing hitting each other.

"So, where does she work?"

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You stand there, a black apron tied around your waist. Your hair is pulled up and your neck is showing. You touch it a few times, rubbing it along your sore muscles.

My thoughts trail off again.

You were laying against my chest in the bathtub, soothing your body. I'd run my fingers along your thigh. The bubbles are drowning us, your eyes are closed. It wasn't sexual, just relaxing, peaceful there.

Ivar opens his car door, the ding making me snap out of my thoughts.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm starving, there's a perfectly good place to eat and I'm going to eat." Ivar gets out of the car.

"You can't! Ivar!" My voice grows louder and he shut the car door on me. Motherfucker. I hesitate while gripping onto the handle to go after him.

It had been a few weeks. I was planning the perfect time to meet again and Ivar just stomped on it. This wasn't part of it.

I follow after him nervously, shoving my hands in my jacket pockets, stepping inside the restaurant. It was one of those old, retro 50s-style diners with checkered black & white floor and bright-red booths. The smell of a good hamburger makes my mouth water.

You smile at me when you see me, your lips are painted over in a pink kind of color, soft, and subtle. You are absolutely breathtaking. My heart thumps heavily against my chest. Seeing you again,it felt like everything was right in the world.

"Welcome to Sam's! Make yourself comfortable." The other waitress says too cheerfully before you can mutter anything.

You close your mouth and look away annoyed.

I don't look at her. Only at you.

Something in your eyes flashes. Anger? It's almost the same look I see on Ivar occasionally when he wants to kill someone. It's harder to tell with you. You don't say anything though. You breathe in softly, maybe meditating in your head.I wonder what's going on in there. What's going on inside your head?

You look at me, the realization of you being watched stuck over your face. You still look so beautiful angry. You look away embarrassed. Your cheeks are reddened.

I want to ask you what you want. Tell me. I'll give it to you, I'll give you everything.

I go to sit down, sliding myself in the booth as Ivar sits across from me.

The other girl hurries to us with menus.

Ivar barely looks at it before passing it back to her.

"I want a bacon cheeseburger with fries and onion rings. And to drink I want a cold glass of Pepsi." He states and her eyes go wide a little of how intimidating he is.

I almost laugh. That's how Ivar is.

"I'll have the same." I glance at you as you write it down and pass it off to the cook in the window.

You have a smirk toying on your lips, waiting for something.

The waitress, Lux, runs back over. It takes a minute for her to realize that she forgot to write the order.

"Already done." You pass her a little notepad and a pen.

She seethes, snatching it off you. You look amused, that smirk teasing your soft lips.

"Don't make me look stupid." She said a little loudly to be heard. Attention-seeker.

You smile. Not the sweet, shy smile I knew, but cocky. You had that spark. "I don't need to make you look stupid."

She huffs and goes to get the drinks and you go away to serve another customer at the end of the diner, swaying your hips just right in such a way that Ivar even looks.

Lux comes back, setting the two glasses in front of us. "I get off at 10." She passes a glance between us, flirtatiously. "If you guys aren't busy, you should swing by."

"You're not really my type." Ivar fiddles with the sugar packets without looking at her.

"How can I be your type?" She leans over pressing her hands on the table.

Ivar just laughs. "You can't, even if you tried."

She gets offended by it, standing up straight and rolling her eyes as she walks away. She mutters something to you as she passes by and goes into the kitchen.

"Sorry about her." You say apologetically. "I'll get you some pie to go after you're done with your food? It's on me."

"Do you have apple pie?" Ivar asks. He turns to you, and he's doing that intimidation thing he does with everyone. He wants to see you squirm under the pressure.

I instinctively kick his leg with the tip of my shoe and he winces, gripping onto his bad leg while glaring at me; he wants to kill me."Just a cramp." He lies through clenched teeth.

"Are you alright? Do you need ice?" You reach out and touch his shoulder, your eyes are concerned. It makes me love you even more. I'm bursting at the seams with how much you care for my brother and you don't even know him.

It's the first time I've seen Ivar get all flushed. Is he... blushing?

"I should be okay. Just a bad day." Ivar tells you and you nod sympathetically.

Your hand moves to his back. Just briefly and you move it away. "Let me go see if the food is ready, okay?" I watch you leave us wanting more.

"You were blushing!" I state, quietly chuckling.

Ivar glares at me. "Shut up." He pulls the paper off his straw, sticks it in his drink, and sips angrily. He glances at you, his eyes full of mischief. "I have a plan but you have to listen to everything I say if you want to get the girl."

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Bjørnekram

I’m a super newbie to the Vikings fandom (better late than never?), but I saw @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ post about writing fluffy Bjorn. And, like my Hvitserk fic, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. This is my second published fic ever, so I hope it is enjoyable.

Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot

Crossposted on AO3

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When the envoy came, you didn’t think it would change your life. Your father and Ragnar had been close friends when you were young. At that time your family had lived in Kettegat, but when your grandfather died your father was called to return to the village so he could be Jarl. Now, Ragnar requests your father’s presence at the Solstice feast to talk about raiding together in the spring.

It has been a few years since you’d played with Ragnar’s sons, but hearing the envoy talk about Kattegat thrusts you back to your memories of running around the town square, playing hide and seek between buildings. Always trying to hide Ivar with you, or getting Ubbe to carry you on his back.

Of course your father accepts the summons of his oldest friend, and decides to bring you and your mother along, leaving your elder brother in charge of the village.

During the journey to Kattegat you thought about how you’d changed. You’re no longer a tiny child to be carried around. You’re a woman with wide hips, large breasts, and the larger squishy middle of a person who is well cared for, and has the luxury of being a Jarl’s daughter. Your mother always says your body is made for children, but you’re not so sure about that just yet. “I need a man for that first, Mother” you usually respond, but no one in your village has caught your eye or even tried to pursue you.

Your family’s arrival is a celebration. After the long journey all you wish to do is lay down on a bed of furs and sleep until the next full moon, but your mother’s look says your presence is necessary. There is food and mead, and you fill your belly sitting with the sons of Ragnar and hearing of their raiding adventures.

The boys have all changed too. Now they are handsome young men, with beards and longer hair than you remember. You’re next to Ubbe, and tug on his impressive beard saying “When did this come about, hmm?”

“Probably around when those did for you, love.” He cranes his head as if to look down your dress. Then winks and laughs nudging you with his shoulder.

You turn bright red and cross your arms, returning his nudge with a hearty shoulder shove of your own.

“We have all grown up in the years we’ve been gone, no?” A voice rumbles from your left.

You look over to see Bjorn has sat next to you. And he seems to have changed the most of them all. Even sitting he seems to tower over you, and his shoulders take up almost two spaces themselves. You nod over your cup of ale and giggle saying “Hello, Bjorn.”

His returning grin is playful as he responds “Hello, Y/N.” Your early time in Kattegat was spent while Bjorn was with his mother, but clearly he knows who you are. If you’d heard tales of Bjorn Ironside from his brothers, perhaps they were telling tales of you too.

Another guest captures his attention from across the table, and you’re all swept up in the feasting and conversation. Over the course of the night you get closer and closer to Bjorn and he takes the chance to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on the bench. You’re wrapped in warmth and all you can smell is him. He smells soothing, like home fires, cooked meat and the mead you’ve been consuming. Soon your head is resting on his shoulder and you’re nearly falling asleep at the table. After a massive yawn you feel his chest shake with laughter as he says “Maybe I should take you to sleep, Y/N.”

You hum and close your eyes, burrowing further into his soft tunic. He laughs again and starts to move. Dislodging you a bit he climbs off the bench, but starts to anchor a hand around your hip. You realise he is meaning to carry you to bed. Your eyes shoot open and you start to protest.

“Bjorn, no. I am too heavy.” You say though he continues to scoop his other hand under your knees. “Nonsense.” Is all he says as he lifts and suddenly you are in the air. He stays still for a moment, and you wriggle a little then nestle your head under his chin and close your eyes again. No one has attempted to carry you for many years, and you don’t want to stare at him in awe the entire time he is holding you.

The walk to your room feels like seconds as you start to drift back to sleep feeling supported, wrapped in his scent and his arms. Between the long journey, delicious food, and copious amounts of mead and ale there was no way you could stay awake for any longer.

Bjorn sets you gently on your bed, but you whine as he pulls away. He huffs touching his forehead to yours, and covering you in furs. Before he leaves, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your head and his massive hand pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispers, and it is the last thing you hear before a deep sleep takes you.

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In the morning you are embarrassed at your behavior. Falling asleep at the table, and on Bjorn no less. You thought that would receive endless amounts of teasing from the brothers. At least he was sweet about it, and as you get ready for your day you touch your forehead remembering his gentle goodnight kiss.

When you arrive in the great hall there is only your mother and Aslaug who tells you, “The men have gone hunting.” You nod and sit at the table to eat your morning meal. The rest of your day is spent with your sewing tasks and learning about the village from Aslaug.

Close to dinner the great hall doors thrust open and your father and Ragnar burst in with their arms around each other laughing uproariously. Those who are in the Great Hall stand to greet them.

“We will have to hold another feast to eat the meat we’ve caught this day!” Ragnar shouts. “No, Brother! Food enough to salt and keep for raiding England!” Your father returns, rejoicing. They continue to the head of the table where your father presses a kiss to your mother’s brow. You smile gently at their affection, before letting out a horrific squeal!

“Y/N!” Bjorn bellows as he lifts you up and spins you around. “Come see what we have caught!” You can smell the ale on his breath. They must have been drinking while hunting.

He places you next to their palette of slaughtered animals. They’ve got rabbits and fish, but the most impressive is the large buck whose antlers reach out from under the smaller prey. You try to step closer, but don’t move an inch. Bjorn holds his hands fast around your middle and pulls you back just a little so your bodies are aligned. You stiffen slightly before turning to look up at the big man and see his incredible blue eyes inches from yours. Blushing, you nod just a little and turn to look back at their haul.

“A magnificent array indeed! We will have to celebrate.” You turn your head to look around the room and loudly suggest “Some mead for everyone, perhaps?”

“Mead!” All the men shout and the thralls pour in with jugs and cups, and soon another feast has begun.

You smile widely and tip your head up to look at Bjorn, your hands coming to rest over his and you squeeze just a little. “Mead?” you ask him, and he starts to lower his head. Your heart starts pounding, thinking perhaps we will kiss you in the middle of the newly crowded great hall.

But alas he only rests his forehead on yours, inhales,  and says “You smell like home,” so quietly you almost think he didn’t say it. He presses a quick kiss to your brow before tightening his arms and lifting you gently to the table where he sits and places you on his lap. Your heart is in your throat and you know your eyes are wide as saucers as you realise Bjorn has no intentions of letting you off him as you feast.

Hvitserk pushes a mug of mead toward you, and you’re grateful to try and hide your blushing cheeks behind it. You grab the nearest plate of meat and begin to eat. Meanwhile, oblivious to your pounding heart and warm core, the tale of the great hunt begins.

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As the evening winds down you start to move off of Bjorn, getting as far as moving your butt to the bench before he catches your knees and holds you to him. “And where are you going?” he asks.

“I wish to sleep, Bjorn” you sigh.

“Then I will take you.”

“May I walk on my own this time?”

He seems to think over your question, before staring you straight in the eye saying “No.”

You furrow your brow and stick out your lower lip, pouting.

“That trick won’t work on me, maiden.” He releases your knees to tap you on the nose, and you cross your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. His laugh is deep and hearty, and your heart soars to hear it.

You can’t help but smile back, and he pulls you with him to stand from the bench. The table whoops and hollers at the two of you, his brothers the loudest of all. You wrap your arms around Bjorn’s significant shoulders as he adjusts his hold on you, fingers brushing your thighs and sides causing heat to rush through your body.

You’re both quiet on the way to your rooms, and his hands are so warm where they press as if branding your skin through your dress. It is hard to think of anything but how his body feels against yours and how you wish he had kissed you in the great hall.

When you get to your room, he doesn’t lay you on the bed as you expect. Instead, Bjorn wraps both arms around you and holds you so you are eye level. Both his hands are pressed tightly against your hips and butt, and he is just holding all of you. It feels special, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Slowly he lets you slide down his body, your eyes never breaking contact. As your toes touch the floor he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are softer than you imagined and they feel so gentle. Slowly you press back against him, keeping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

His mouth opens against yours, and you nip at his bottom lip. He groans into your mouth and those massive hands travel across your body, one hand grabbing at your full bottom and the other taking a handful of your breast. Your fingers scratch against the soft shaven parts of his hair, and you moan into the kiss.

He bends his knees and lifts you up again. “Bjorn!” You exclaim as the kiss is broken. “Why in Odin’s name do you lift me so much?” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, while he just keeps you in the air, your legs wrapped around his hips. “Not... not that I am complaining. You’re so strong, but no one has lifted me since I was a child. And I didn’t think... well I didn’t think anyone could.”

He lays you gently on the bed and climbs in after you, all the while keeping you in his embrace. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want you in my arms. Is that reason enough?”

You stare at him for some minutes, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the strong arch of his brow, his patrician nose, the stubble forming on his cheeks. He lets you look your fill, as you feel his hands travel up your back and around your stomach, skimming your mound over your dress. You’re exploring him with your eyes, but he is worshiping you with his touch. You nod and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to press your body to his. He is scorching, pressed against every inch of you as the kissing continues.

His hands travel further across your body, lifting your dress and squeezing your bare ass. In return you reach to shove his tunic off. The next thing you know all your clothes are on the floor. His naked body feels soft against your chilled skin and the hair on his chest is pressed tight to your bare breasts. Your kisses are lazy, tongues dancing as you explore each other’s newly exposed skin.

After what feels like hours with his hands cradling your thighs and playing with your breasts you interrupt the kissing with a large yawn. Bjorn chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Sleep, maiden. I will make you scream my name tomorrow” he says quietly.

“I suppose that will have to do,” you reply, and push yourself up to blow out the candles next to the bed. He takes the opportunity to fondle your exposed breast, and you giggle dropping your body down to squash his hand between you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple and you kiss his chest, moving to tuck your head under his chin. You both settle together as he pulls out his trapped hand to pull you ever closer.

And that is how you fall asleep. With Bjorn’s heartbeat in your ear, wrapped in the warmth of this unexpected gift from the gods.

#bjorn x reader #plus size reader #vikings #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside #bear hugs #fanfic #fanfiction #Yes the name means Bear Hugs in Danish #no i’m not sorry #this time I made a moodboard! #pics are from pinterest #no i’ve never made a moodboard #so many new things #I’m a Hvitserk girl all the way #but there’s something about being smothered by a big man that’s just alluring #now I can get back to my Pirate!Hvitty fic

[artemiseamoon]

How long is too long?

Modern! Hvitserk x Plus Size F Reader

A special valentines drabble

Words: 1,133

Moodboard - mine | Crefit to gif maker

Warnings: Angst, thinking about a dead loved one, anti-valentines day feelings then fluff.

AN: Well this got long, not a drabble anymore I guess.  

Hvtiserk watches as the customer leaves the shop, a large size bag of chocolates and other desserts in hand. There goes another one, he thinks.

He thinks about Thora too.

He thinks about the last three years and how he lost himself, then found himself again. Still, in all that time there was the lingering loneliness.

How long was too long? How long would he be alone? How long until he was able to let himself be close to someone again?

His eyes trail over to the left, where two girls, roommates he overheard, giggle and smile at Bjorns stupid jokes. He didn’t have to do anything, did he? Just look at them.

Shaking his head, Hvitserk reaches under the counter and grabs the rest of the pastry he was eating.

Watching Bjorn was like a real action soap opera playing out before his eyes. Then, a week from now, one, or more of the girls would likely come back in looking for him and wondering why he didn’t call. The same old drama.

That’s not the kind of thinking Hvitserk wanted anyway, if he did, he would have it. He wanted love, he wanted a family...he wanted all the dreams he thought he could have with Thora. Sure, he had his playboy days but now he wanted something more serious.

Soon he would be the only one left in the shop on this dreary day as people did their mad-dash for Valentine's day. Bjorn was likely on his way out with the two girls, Ubbe was at home with his wife and children, and Ivar was with his girlfriend.

Just Hvitserk, selling chocolates on Valentine's day in the shop they dedicated to their mother. Though Bjorn had a different mother, he was in here often; it was his new favorite way to meet women.

Not wanting to think about all that anymore, Hvitserk moves to the sound system and changes the music. A second later, Bjorn stands next to him, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“You got this right? I have something to do” he looks over at the girls and winks at them.

“They going to pay for that?” Hvitserk motions to the flowers and chocolate the girls are carrying.

“It’s on me.” Bjorn digs in his pocket and shoves too much money into Hvitserk's hand.

“Don’t wait up.”

Hvitserk makes a face and jabs Bjorn with his elbow.

Bjorn circles back around the counter and throws an arm about each girl, then leaving the shop.

Dick. Hvitserk says to himself as he looks at the clock. 1:22 pm. Maybe he could just close early, it kinda sucked standing here while everyone else was out getting ready for their dates.

After a few more rounds of desperate customers, the clock soon strikes 3 and he’s ready to get out of there.

Hvitserk heads to the door and starts to turn the sign over when you put your hand on the handle from the outside.

When your eyes meet, he smiles at you.

You didn’t know it, but he noticed you before. You mentioned something about a Sunday ritual, and you did it every other Sunday for three months since the first time you came in here. You would buy chocolate and a small bouquet of flowers for yourself.

Sure, cute girls came in here all the time but he didn’t really give them much thought. You, you were different.

Aside from your beautiful face and very feminine, full, curvy form, you were also sweet, and funny. It was that rare beauty on the inside and out that really captured his attention and if he was honest with himself, he developed a crush on you.

Opening the door for you, he holds it as you walk in.

“I'm so sorry, it looks like you were going to close.” Your eyes are soft on his and he can’t stop himself from smiling again.

“For you? I’m open, come in.”

You flash a smile and make a b line for your favorite chocolates. You continue to speak to him, though your back is to him.

“I meant to come earlier but today just...I hate Valentine's day so much I could barely get out of bed.” You grab the chocolates and when you turn around he already has the flower mix in his hands you love. “Thank you,” you coo.

“Yeah it does suck, right? People should show their love all year round not just today. But, it's good for business.” He smirks and hands you the flowers.

“I am sure it is. Maybe that's what I need to do, open a business and make a shit load of money on the 14th...you are on to something -” you point at him then look around to avoid the way you melt when you look him in the eyes for too long, “Where’s Ubbe?”

Ubbe really spent the most time in the shop with Hvitserk so most customers knew Ubbe pretty well too.

“With Torvi.”

“Oh yeah, right, of course. You know, people with partners….not part of the lonely hearts club.” You put the stuff on the counter then shake your head, “sorry. I’m being ...don’t mind me.”

Hvitserk laughs and walks around the counter.

“No, don’t apologize. I’ve been thinking the same thing all day.”

“So I’m not alone?” You look him in the face and feel yourself asking the question, though you feel silly asking it. “How are you single?”

He chuckles, in a cute shy way and looks down. Some of this hair falls into his face and all you want to do is smooth it away.

“By choice. I could ask the same for you?” He leans into the counter, eyes steady on yours, eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, that’s my honest answer. But, to sound cool, let's say by choice.”

You both laugh and he feels his stomach do that thing. It’s another thing he liked about you. For all your sweetness you were honest and sassy and it was just - the perfect mix.

When the silence passes a little longer than expected, you clear your throat and look down, focusing on your purse.

“I don’t want to keep you, here - “ you memorized the amount by now and had it ready, plus a little tip. He was too cute to be alone today, you felt bad.

As you place the money on the counter and slide it over, he places his hand on yours. When he doesn't speak right away, you look up at him.

There’s something new in his eyes, something you don’t see all the time. He usually seemed to be in one of three moods; laid back and very relaxed, sad in an introspective way, or like the most carefree jokester in the world as he laughed with Ivar and Ubbe. But this, this look was new.

“I don’t want your money, this is a gift. I would like to ask you to dinner though.” As the words leave his lips, he even surprises himself. It’s been so long since he asked someone out.

If the way your eyes light up and your lips curve into a smile is any indication, he did the right thing.

“I would love that Hvitserk.” You say with bright clear eyes.

“We could have an anti-valentines day, valentines day.”

“I’m all in.”

He straightens his posture and looks you over, a proud look on his handsome face. “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

He rounds the counter and gently touches your arm before rushing over to turn the sign over and lock the door.

As you sit at a table to the side, watching him do his closing activities you can't help but feel that fluttery feeling in your gut and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Maybe today wouldn't suck after all and maybe it could become one of your favorite days.

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[honestsycrets]

Say Your Piece II: Heart Breaker

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double triple? shot, mistakes were made au

❛ chp summary | after the reader says she doesn’t want hvitserk; he makes a bad decision. it gets worse from there.

❛  tags | plus size reader, verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, shame, OCs, sexual frustration, blackmail, cheating mentioned, verbal abuse, sexual blackmail, poor communication? it’s more likely than you think. tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

❛ sy’s note | i’ll eventually get you your sex scene, DAMN IT.

He wakes with a blaring headache caused by a stream of fresh morning light against his soft cheek. He pulls his arms around you-- or, what he thought was you, as the moment he does so, he knows it’s wrong. Where soft folds and overflowing breasts were, he finds thin limbs and small breasts.

It’s not your body-- he realizes all at once. The high rise apartment that overlooked the city wasn’t, either. It was the fruit of an accomplished older woman, whose many books hovered on a white shelf beside a white bed. Everything in the room holds the same pure standard. He flings himself from the bed, his naked ass colliding with a nightstand. The items ripple over the surface and settle into new positions. The woman pushes up, dragging the painfully monochrome white fluffy sheet to cover her flat chest. 

“Hvitserk?” 

Erika, in all her sharp-eyed glory, stares right back at him. Vomit spins up his throat, incited by the affection by with her eyes considered him. Hvitserk scrambles over the perfectly plain hardwood floors, upchucking up what’s left of his agitated stomach after his pathetic night out on the town. 

“Hvitserk!” 

Her spindly hand is at his back. Ordinarily, she was a comfort in your absence. That despite her pushing, and pushing, and pushing to get your name off “his” book, she would always be there for him in ways that a lover could not. Author-illustrators make so much more than being an illustrator alone, she reminded him. Her considerate words now feel like measured steps against his relationship. Her touch rips his skin into gooseflesh. Hvitserk works his shoulder away, his knuckles becoming white around the bowl.

“You drank too much last night.” it’s a non-question. Obviously, if he were here, he had. He groans his miserable response into the toilet bowl, wishing he could smother himself in the water, as it would be a better punishment than anything his girlfriend could do to him. “I’ll make you some coffee.” 

Her steps become distant echoes. When he finishes and cleans after himself, he starts his search for his clothes. He picks them from a singular pile, draws them back on, and reaches for his phone. It bleats a miserable eight percent battery life.

“She didn’t call if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Ericka stands in a silvery slip; although he’s not sure when she put on some clothes. She hands him his cup of coffee and takes a seat on her “divorce couch”, a plain grey chair that she scammed her ex-husband out of. As she sits there, all long limbs, and purposefully sultry clothes-- the guilt strikes him.

Hvitserk takes a sip of bitter, burnt black coffee. She’s never been a great coffee maker but her heart is in the right place. It wouldn’t feel right to snuff her. After all, he probably spent the night before buried in her cunt. 

“You called me to pick you up at the bar last night. You were so drunk all you wanted to do was lay on my chest,” Ericka pulls a sheer black kimono over her thin collarbones. His eyes fall on her hands. “I told you she’d break your heart. Women like that-- once they get over a certain weight-- they aren’t emotionally available to do anything but eat. It consumes them.” 

“She ain’t like that.”

“If she’s not like that, then why did you have sex with me? Be honest with yourself, Hvitserk. Your needs aren’t met with her. That’s why you needed me.” 

His mouth runs dry. Like he’s been chewing on his regret as if it were paper. He couldn’t remember the night before. It was like a bad memory he never wanted to recover. Hvitserk glances down to his cup as he sinks onto her bed. 

“It was an accident,” he glares at the surface. “I- You know I can’t be with you, right? You’re--” 

“Old?” she asks. He’s never cared about something as simple as that. Twelve years his senior or not, it wasn’t an issue.

“It’s not that. C’mon Erika, you know I don’t give a shit about age. She’s my baby girl.” 

“You’re going to stay with her? A woman like that?” 

“Like what?” Hvitserk sets the coffee on the nightstand as he snaps at her before he could bite it back. He knew what she meant. Erika’s long ranging sigh reminds him of Aslaug. How tenderly her hands would wrap around him even though they were truly tainted with alcohol perfuming off her breath. 

“I’ve been your agent for years Hvitserk. We go through this every time you find a girl. This oen is by far the worst. She doesn’t care about you. Look at all that work you did for her yesterday. The pendant you bought her. The work you’ve put into her books! You even pick up all the food she eats. She won’t go outside of her house and you still expect that she’ll suddenly become this fat trophy wife on your arm.” 

“Just because she’s fat don’t--” 

“It isn’t about the fat, Hvitserk.  How many times does she have to show you, or tell you for you to get the picture through your stupid head, huh? She doesn’t want you! And you have the balls to call me a fucking accident.” 

“Erika--” 

She leaps up from her chair. Hvitserk sucks in a hard breath and tries to find sense through the nonsense, looking through his phone. Erika was right. You hadn’t sent a message. Not in his texts, not on his social media. More egregiously, he spots a new post. Ericka’s hands fold over his, pushing him back to sit on the bed. She slides over his thin hips and takes a seat on his empty lap. It was painfully simple, painfully domestic, and painfully wrong.

“Let me tell you what I’ve learned in forty years,” Erika whispered in his ear. Her thin lips move, gliding like butter in his ear. “If someone doesn’t want you, there’s nothing you can do to change that.” Her fingers comb through his hair, like slimy tendrils. “But I’m here.” 

Hvitserk tips his head nack, gazing at the ceiling. Her palm caresses his scruffy jawline to drag his attention from the ceiling to her soft blue eyes, a painless depth, if only he would listen to her words. Hvitserk shifts her back on the bed, loitering around her waist with a supportive hand on the base of her back.

“I know you care ‘bout me. I just-- need some time, okay?” 

It doesn’t slip him that she’s scowling as he walks out of her home. There was someone he could count upon, when things were difficult, his phone buzzing in his palm reminded him of that. 

“Hey, Ivar.” 

Or, maybe not.

“You fucked her?” Ivar stopped chewing his pastry, ambling his head one way then another, laughing against himself. He took his mug of properly brewed coffee to his lips. Hvitserk regrets agreeing to meet him at the cafe. “What were you thinking sleeping with your agent?”

“I wasn’t thinking! I was drunk--” Hvitserk set his hand to his forehead. He has no appetite as he cycled through what he had done, searching out the moment that he called Erika. He fails to locate anything but quiet sobbing behind the neck of a beer bottle and a distant, squeamish feeling of fingers down his nape. “I think she took advantage of me.” 

Ivar sets down his cup of coffee, picking up a fork and knife as he leaned over the table, lips punctuating each word. 

“Yes, well, I am sure that will go over with your girlfriend well. I’m sorry, I slept with my skinny, well-established agent who has been wanting me to get rid of you. That bitch has been after you for years. What do you think she will do now? She won’t let you go.”

“She understands,” he reflects at the monochrome crowd. His plate is full but has gone cold with his lack of appetite. Normally, this was the place he came with his brother to binge breakfast and muse about women. Ubbe wouldn’t care about his issues: he never had time for anyone but himself. Not really. Ivar scoffed, gazing into the foot traffic flitting by their cafe. 

“Tch, I’m sure she does. She will probably break up with you.” 

He bobbed his head.

“I think she already has.” 

A normal man would come to beg. 

But Hvitserk draws in the deep quiet of the park. With only the barks of dogs, the giggles of children, and the occasional frequency from couples watching movies in the park, it’s a place of solace by the small pond. 

He starts with an outline of Xiao’s small face. It’s a rough outline, budding and ready to be kissed with by watercolours. Soft pinks like petals of peonies droop in his photo. He must have blended this shade wrong. Line after line that he sweeps, he weeps. His phone jingles in his pocket and his heart tightens around his chest like a straight jacket to someone in an insane asylum. He must be going crazy-- if he too can no longer paint.

“Where are you?!” you boom on the other end of the line. Hvitserk fumbles his phone, suckling in a breath. Had Ivar told you? No, his brother wouldn’t. Not Ivar. He was never a gossiper. 

“In-- in the park?” 

“What has gotten into you? You could have at least texted me to tell me you were okay. I was worried sick!” 

You? Worried sick? This wasn’t the you from yesterday. The one that pelted out how selfish he was for craving intimacy. The one that told him that all he wanted was to sexualize you. As if he were some sixty year old pervert with a camera in hand to click a picture of under your beautiful pastel skirts. Hvitserk sets the brushes into his cup of water and sets aside Xiao’s painting to dry.

“Hvitserk!” 

“I’m here,” he blurts out. “I didn’t think you’d care. You didn’t call.” 

“Like I didn’t I call you all night.” 

Something cracks, deep in his belly. With all the days of work he’d done for you and you alone, he forgot himself in the mix. He jerked his phone back, frantically looking at his phone app. No recent calls meant what they meant. When he finds nothing, it only thrusts him into a further rage. 

“Bullshit,” he belts out. “You didn’t. You didn’t care about me last night. You never fuckin’ do.” 

“Hvit--” he turns off his phone. There was a sliver of a moment in which he regrets that on the basis of last night. Maybe you rejected him, but he wasn’t an idiot. A man simply didn’t cheat on his girlfriend because she said no. 

He packs up his bag and heads toward the football field. It’s time to play football.

He smashes Ubbe on the field. If he wasn’t at peace with being an illustrator, maybe he could have been a ballplayer. Flipping the ball from foot to foot with Ubbe on his trailing his tail was fun, but watching him try and miss as he thwacked the ball on its net was even better. Unlike Ubbe’s well-proportioned body, he’s all long limbs and quick feet. Just the right combination to slip out of Ubbe’s grasp. Well, that was, until Ubbe tackled his ass onto the blades of grass, sending the both of them rolling through the grasp.

“Bro, really?!” Hvitserk laughs, dropping back onto the grass. The skid marks on his clothes would be unreal. 

“If I can’t catch you,” Ubbe heaves, digging his hand into his pocket. He finds his phone there, vibrating with messages from Torvi: probably. Hvitserk shoves his arms behind his neck, drawing out breath after ragged breath. 

“Wanna go eat?” 

“Na,” Ubbe shoves himself onto your feet. “Your girl is here.”

His what? Ubbe rushes off. A sinking feeling came over his clammy hands. He opens his mouth to beg him not to go, to take him along with like he used to as a child. He’s terrible at making up and hours ago, he’d hung up on you. His lips press together, soothing himself with the false pretense that-- no, it would be fine. If you didn’t apologize, perhaps neither would he. 

He finds you on the other side of the soccer field, fashioning his favorite sundress. There’s something glamorous about its corset bodice and its draped sleeves that left him breathless. He wills down his terrible arousal, drawn to the pendant he bought you nestled between your large breasts. You wait for him by his things, pulling the rim of a broad pale hat and looking down at beautiful chunky nude heels. 

You’re beautiful and terrifying all in one. He regains himself enough to make his legs solidify from the liquidy mass they were seconds ago. He might feel much like a newborn calf falling over himself to get his things, but perhaps he looked better than he felt. Women like sweaty, stupid men, right?

“What are you doing here?” he picks up his things. “I thought you didn’t like to be seen in public.”

“You hung up on me,” you hold his tablet flush against your dress and offer it out to him. He takes it and secures it back in his bag. “I had to come to find you.” 

“Yeah? I’ll bet.” Hvitserk wills down the painful throbbing behind his joggers, pulling his bag to obscure the pain he was in. The sooner he went home, the sooner he could jerk himself off without the overwhelming guilt of being, as he was, a whore. Why couldn’t he stay mad? He wanted to stay mad! “You look... nice. Never seen you looking so nice. What’s the occasion?” 

“You like it?” You pull out the skirt and stop to do a twirl that he curses himself for stopping for. Normally, his girl wouldn’t even go outside. Who was this? He’s aware of others watching-- the fat girl in a flashy dress. “I wore it for you.”

“Yeah, I do.” He moistens his lips, his voice raspy and thick. “Looks like an angel.” 

“Does that mean you’ll come back home?” You reach out for him. Your soft hands winding around his well-corded arm. He realizes then, the confidence in which you carried yourself masked the desperation in your hands. They trembled over his bicep. “I’ll be good, I promise I won’t yell at you again like that. I wouldn’t even be mad if you-- you found someone else to fuck. I know you-- I know you need it. If you can’t get it from me, I can wait on the side. As long as you’re not in love.”

“Hey,” he softened, settling his hand atop of yours. He stops midstep, turning on his high tops on the sidewalk. He takes your hands and listens waits for your outpouring of emotion. Traffic passes by him. They speak in hushed whispers. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby girl wait-- that’s not -- what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that but you were pushing and pushing and wouldn’t stop! I didn’t know what to do. I want to have sex with you,” you squeeze his fingertips. “But you don’t know what it’s like to be fat, old virgin.” 

He was trying to listen. He really was. The moment you spoke that word: that v-word, his mind went blank and numb. You’re still talking long after he’s stopped listening. Hvitserk sucks in a breath: it sends him into a flurry, pursuing the bone of your virginity long after you’ve stopped talking.

“What do you--” his lips twitch, drawing in a smile. “--mean a virgin?” 

“I haven’t had sex-- I… I wanted to--” 

His girl-- a virgin. He wants to smile, if not for the knowledge of the other night, waking up in Erika’s itchy sheets. Hvitserk knows that he has to tell you, he only doesn’t know how. You’re talking again. 

“What did you say?” he asks. 

“I want you to do it,” you answer. “Right now. Just forgive me.” 

He about drops, a moistness coming over his mouth that he can’t-- exactly-- help. His palms feel just as hot, sweating as he pulls them free from yours. Clearing his throat, he slips his hand against the small of your back. 

“Na, let’s… let’s take it easy. We’ll talk ‘bout it later.” 

He wants that virginity. 

But logically, oh woe is he, he knows it’s not really right to take someone’s virginity if they’re not all there. You’re not all there because you don’t know of that night. It’s like, consent, right? Bad consent was just jerking your ankle like some Viking and dragging you into bed with him. If he was going to do it, he told himself, you had to know what he’d done. 

It was a slip-up. 

Hvitserk finished another drawing for his new book independent of your input. It was a children’s book about good bodies-- because as he looked at your good body, he was reminded of Ericka’s cruel words. He wanted to do better for lil kids.

“Hvitserk, your phone is ringing,” you said pointedly from across the room where you sat like a madwoman. Your frantic papers sat nestled around a basket of shared chicken he made for lunch. 

“Huh?” Tapping over, he recognizes Erika’s photo, planting a kiss on his cheek on his first big break. She had been the first one to really believe in him. It was a long time ago now, he reminds himself to change that to something more… suitable after last night. He gestures his fingers at you. “Thanks, baby girl.”

He answers the phone. The moment he does, he hears Erika’s flat voice snaking into a hiss. It’s a noise that he hasn’t heard. Not in all his years of having her as his patient agent. 

“You’re with her, aren’t you?” 

“No, I’m uh-- with Ubbe.” He throws you a glance. You tilt your head, he shakes his, and that’s the terrible loneliness of holding a secret. “Erika--” Hvitserk sighs, parting his lips to talk. She shushes him with such severity that he thinks she’s trying to lop his head off, too. 

“Break it off.” 

“What?”

He steps outside and leans against the cold metal door separating the high-rise apartments from, well, the outside world. He expects to see her standing out there. All he finds are the many cars parked on the street and the stillness of movement. It’s too quiet. The whistle of the wind through the street chills him. 

“I know you’re with her. I can tell her for you if you’d like.” 

“No. Don’t--” Hvitserk sighs, searching for the words in the silence. “I don’t think you understand. We worked through it.” 

She laughs something from deep in her belly at him.

“I wasn’t asking. Either you do it— or I’ll make you do it. You obviously don’t know what’s best for yourself. Why else are you fucking around with some--” He collapses on the stairs, cradling the phone to his ear as she goes on. “Don’t think I won’t expose her for what she is. A thief.”

“She’s never-- Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“You told me you would take care of it. Something you’ve failed to do-- I should have known you couldn’t do it. ”

“If this shit is about yesterday--” 

“I’ll give you one more chance to break it off if you come over tonight.” 

“Are you blackmailing me?” There’s a pause on the other line. Then a chuckle. A long winded, painful chuckle. He should have known better. That night-- calling it an accident wasn’t exactly tolerable for a woman like Erika. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could be easily ignored.

“If that’s what I have to do.” 

 He chokes out a sob. Ivar was right. She wasn’t going to let him go.

“Fuckin’-- fuckin’ fine.” 

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[the-coldest-goodbye]

Hvitserk (Vikings) x plus size reader headcanons

Hvitserk x plus size fem!reader

A/N: This is my first time writing Hvitserk, so sorry if parts of it feel OOC. This one is a bit smuttier than my other posts because I feel like Hvitserk has sliiiightly less emotional baggage to unpack compared to some other characters. I’m not the happiest with how this one turned out, but oh well.

► Hvitserk loves a woman who can eat!! (Bonus points if you’re a good cook too because this boy is constantly hungry.)

► His favorite things in life are food, alcohol, and sex, so, uhhh, yeah, those are pretty high up on his list of requirements in a partner.

► Hvitty is actually a bit of a chubby chaser, to be honest.

► I mean, he’s a horny bastard, and when he’s single he will sleep with absolutely any willing woman because he just loves the act of sex itself, but he definitely has a thing for plus size ladies and will go out of his way to woo them.

► At first, his brothers (mainly Ivar) would tease him a lot for pursuing women who didn’t fit the mold of what they think a woman should look like, but Hvitserk never got embarrassed and never denied it or tried to hide it. It wasn’t something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Eventually it just became normal to his brothers and it was no longer fun to tease him about it because it just didn’t get a rise out of Hvitserk.

► You were surprised when Hvitserk started flirting with you out of the blue because you weren’t used to getting that type of attention from men very often. Plus, he wasn’t being very coy about it. Things quickly turned suggestive, and he was pretty forward about wanting to bed you.

► Initially you kind of blew him off and turned down his advances because you were afraid it was a joke or he was trying to sleep with you as a dare or experiment, because why would a son of Ragnar want you when he could have anyone? But he kept coming back and flirting with you more, which made you consider that maybe this wasn’t just some sort of joke or dare. He was so charming and funny that eventually you found yourself looking forward to his visits, and eventually you were flirting right back.

► It wasn’t until the two of you were actually in bed together that you were sure it wasn’t a joke. He was honest to goodness super turned on by you and so enthusiastic about exploring your body.

► He’s never shy or embarrassed to be seen flirting, acting dirty, or showing PDA with you in public. He doesn’t care what other people think. He’s just totally into you and wants to get his rocks off (and yours as well).

► So much PDA, holy shit. It ranges from cutesy stuff like hand-holding or wrapping his arm around your waist to dirtier stuff, like “I’m very horny and a little drunk, come over here and rub me through my pants while I grope your ass.”

► Hvitserk loves slow, lazy sex that lasts for ages, but also passionate, rough sex, marathon sex, quickies… any sex, really. All sex. It’s all good to him and he’s down for anything you could possibly want.

► Hips, ass, ‘n’ thigh guy. Constantly groping and spanking you. Loves when a woman is thick and juicy. He’s also turned on by your soft tummy.

► When he’s feeling more relaxed and wants slower, lazier sex, he would love for you to be on top — partly because he’s a lazy bastard and it makes you do most of the work, but mainly because he loves laying back and watching your body jiggle as you ride him.

► When he’s absolutely ravenous, he also adores having you on your back with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into you. He often loves going rough and fast, and he feels like he can really fuck you at a good angle in this position, making you feel full with him as he hits your G-spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

► Hvitserk loves sex in general, but he particularly has a thing for oral, both giving and receiving. To him, there’s nothing hotter than seeing your head bob up and down his throbbing cock, your sweet lips sealed around his shaft. He would love blowing his load all over your face or in your mouth. He especially loves when you swallow his cum and then open your mouth to prove that you swallowed it all.

► He wants to lay back and let you sit on his face while he enthusiastically eats you out. If he died by being smothered by your thighs, well, he couldn’t imagine a better way to go. But he also loves eating you out with you laying on your back since you bury your fingers in his hair and he loves the feeling of your nails on his scalp.

► Hvitserk isn't possessive or controlling, and he wouldn’t be constantly watching everything you do. He would make sure you’re not in an overly dangerous situation and will of course keep you safe, but he trusts that you can handle yourself in most cases. If you ever do need his help, though, he’s there.

► Similarly, he generally isn’t the jealous type. He would actually be kind of turned on if other men flirted with you or looked at you and he’d be very smug about it, knowing that his lady is smokin’ hot.

► However, he absolutely wouldn’t tolerate anyone being rude to you or saying nasty things about you, especially about your appearance. He would threaten whoever hurt you and then would make sure you’re okay. That night, when it’s the two of you alone in his room, he would hold you in his arms and gently run his fingers over your body, talking about how much he adores every part of you and how he finds each and every part of you beautiful.

► To Hvitserk, happiness is the feeling of being stuffed after a huge meal and cuddling into your soft body.

► He cuddles with you throughout the entire night as you sleep because you’re warm and soft and he ain’t letting go.

► He’s very versatile with the cuddling. Big spoon? Little spoon? Who cares! Just cuddle!

► He’s sassy as fuck and lives for banter, so he loves that you can keep up and fire the sass right back at him.

► Hvitserk is very handsy and is always touching you in some way.

► He’s playful and cocky, and that translates into his love and sex life with lots of teasing and playing games.

► He loves teasing you, always whispering dirty things in your ear or caressing your thighs as you sit next to him at the dinner table. He gets floored when you tease him, particularly when you get him all hot and bothered but then pull back, leaving him out to dry. He can’t wait to get back at you and make you pay for that later by edging the living daylights out of you and denying you from orgasming until you apologize and beg him for release.

► Although you two started off with a friends-with-benefits arrangement, both of you eventually realized you were developing feelings for each other, especially the more you got to really know each other.

► To be honest, Hvitty would be a little difficult to tie down into a relationship just because he’s a kind of Dionysus-type character where he loves pleasure and excess. He would be afraid that settling down into a committed relationship would put an end to his fun, until he realized that he could have just as much fun with you.

► I do think he’d settle down eventually, especially once he realized that all of his needs were met by you, and more. The sex is fire, your personalities jive well, it doesn’t feel like he’s “tied down” like he assumed settling down with someone would. Now he’s just having fun with someone he adores. (Also, he found out that you’re a really fantastic cook and, holy shit, he wants to make sure he has that in his life for good.)

► Although he’s generally pretty lighthearted and even-keeled, he does have a darker side to him where he becomes a little brooding and withdrawn. He only reveals this side of himself once the two of you get closer because he feels comfortable enough to share it with you. Despite him seeming like he isn’t phased by much, he has a lot weighing heavily on him. He struggles to process his dysfunctional childhood, from living in a home with constant fighting between his younger brothers, a mother who was emotionally checked out, and a father who had abandoned their entire family (and all of Kattegat) without a word. He also finds himself stressed out about the future, wondering what will happen with him, his brothers, and Kattegat. This is a level of vulnerability that he normally wouldn’t share with anybody, so you felt honored that he would reveal these worries to you.

► Seeing how understanding and nonjudgmental you were when he talked about these things made Hvitserk feel even more bonded to you. You were more than just someone to warm his bed. You were truly a confidant and partner, someone he trusted above all others.

► He would fall in love with you and couldn’t imagine having as much fun with anyone else, or being as vulnerable and open with anyone else, and suddenly his eyes were only for you. His brothers would know that how Hvitty feels is really serious because it was so unlike him to just stop pursuing a bunch of different women and devote himself to one.

► When he confessed his love for you, like genuine love and not just lust, you knew it was serious because he was acting much less playful than he normally would. He would explain to you about how he has never found a better match for him than you and how he felt like he could genuinely be himself around you.

► He’s admittedly not the most ambitious of the Ragnarssons. He’s not particularly set on becoming king or anything because doesn’t want to deal with the responsibilities and work that come with a position like that. He mainly just wants to be able to slide by doing what’s expected of him and so he can then spend the rest of his time being a man of pleasure and indulgence. Being the son of Ragnar puts him in a pretty secure position where he won’t really ever have to go without anything, and he knows that he will be able to provide for you because of it. He wants the two of you to be able to have a life of leisure, enjoying each other’s company and indulging in the finer things in life. He couldn’t imagine a person he’d rather have fun for the rest of his life with than you.

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[riverkloss]

I made this fun moodboard from the lovely @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for her story No Other Reason Than Love. Her story is "Chefs kiss"

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[riverkloss]

AU! Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ft Hvitserk Lothbrok and Marcus Lopez moodboard

A long time childhood bestfriend.

A new in town drifter bad boy.

A Haunted house and a cursed book.

A plus-sized girl and two boys trying the defeat Sarah Bellows who won't stop at writing stories.

I had a great idea encouraged by the lovely @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie to make a bookcover/movie poster. So me being me had to make it right away after I mentioned it. So here's my AU with Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. For me in the end they all end up together living in a different town far away and happily ever after. 😁

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[quantumlocked310]

Winter Wonderland

Moodboard requested by @flowers-in-your-hayr​ who asked for “winter vacation with Hvitty x plus size reader”

So this is Modern!Hvitserk taking you for a winter snugglefest 😉 at his family’s remote cabin in the woods! Hope you like it, Gabi!! Thank you thank you for the request. 💖

Don’t forget to tap the image to see it in the best quality!

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Moodboard requests are currently open!

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[quantumlocked310]

Hi babyyy!!😁

I have a moodboard request!!!

Ok so it's winter where I live and I want to request a winter vacation with Hvitty x plus size reader!!!

We don't have snow here so if you can do very snow-y, I would looove that!!😍😍

Thank youuii!!!

Yesss!!!!! Heck Yes! All the YES!!!!!

#asked and answered #I will do this thing #you gave me a request i'm squeeling! #I have so many ideas already #brb raiding pinterest #will tag when it is done! #moodboard request

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Beautiful

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2305 words

Warnings:Reader gets wounded in battle.

Summary: The boys were all friends with a gorgeous young girl. She gets terribly disfigured in battle and will not be seen by any of them...except for Hvitty. 

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Scars and wounds were common among vikings in general, considering how much battle you actually engaged in as a people. However, there were still certain marks that were seen as unsightly or ugly, especially on a woman. 

And you were lucky enough to have been in a terrible battle that left you with a nasty gash in your face, that nearly took out one of your eyes. Had it been any deeper, you would have been killed and as you sat in bed, a throbbing pain engulfing you, you almost wished it had. 

However, you weren’t daft enough to think that for more than a moment. The gods were watching over you, and clearly they weren’t ready for you in Valhalla yet. 

Not that knowing that made it any easier to actually continue your life on this planet. 

You hated every moment after waking up from sleep, your body having been in shock over the traumatic ordeal you’d taken, after having an axe to your face. 

Though, not everyone was as worried about your looks as you were. 

As soon as they heard the news that you had woken up, each of the sons of Ragnar had attempted to visit you. However, you weren’t going to let any of them see you in this state. 

There was nothing attractive at all about the bloody hole in your face, and if you thought you felt ugly before, there was nothing compared to this. 

You had only seen a bit of your reflection in the pool of the water as you washed the crusted blood from your skin every morning, and even that was too much for you. 

In fact, you doubted if any man would ever look at you again. 

How could you ever make a desirable bride now? It was bad enough that you were a skilled shield-maiden, more talented than any man on the battlefield, now you didn’t even have beauty in your corner. 

You were a monster...and you weren’t exactly desperate to show that off to anyone. 

It had been days since you’d seen anyone, having even sent the slaves away. You didn’t want anyone to know anything about what had happened to you, or what had been left behind. 

In fact, if you had your way, you would have never left that tent ever again. 

However, that was an unrealistic way of living and the outside world wasn’t going to move on without you...at least not certain people’s worlds. 

Hvitserk for one, couldn’t get you out of his mind. 

He swore that his heart had stopped when he saw you across the battlefield. You were so preoccupied with the man in front of you that you didn’t even realize there was a second man approaching. 

As soon as the axe met your flesh, he was sure that you would die. 

No one could survive an injury like that, and knowing that there was nothing he could do to help you made him feel sick. 

The two of you had always been friendly, often sharing a drink at feasts, or sharing stories. Never had you been more than that though, seeing as you wouldn’t let Hvitserk touch you. 

He had quite the reputation, and no matter how much he flirted or tried to charm you, you wouldn’t budge. 

...And that only served to make him want you more. 

However, never did he think he cared that much about you. Women were nothing more to him than something to occupy his company when he was bored or in the mood for sex. 

He didn’t ever actually care for them...until he thought that he could lose you. 

Even then, it was likely too late. As he watched the men carry you from the field, he swallowed the lump in his throat, along with the possibility that he’d never see your smile again, or hear the way you snorted when he really got you laughing. 

Somehow worse than that feeling though was being told that you weren’t seeing anyone after you’d woken up. 

He had just heard that you were alive, and that you were awake. Now, Bjorn was trying to tell him that he needed to leave you alone. 

How did he expect him to do that? 

“I told you brother, she isn’t seeing anyone” he repeated, standing in the smaller man’s way as if that would somehow sway his desire to find you. 

It would have been amusing to his brothers if Hvitserk wasn’t so worried about you. After all, how often did Hvitty actually care about what happened to a girl? Especially a girl he hadn’t slept with. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

“Relax Hvitserk, maybe she’ll spend the night with you now that she’s too ugly to turn you down” Sigurd teased, earning a glare from the second born son of Ragnar. 

How dare he say something like that after what you had been through. 

“Shut your mouth” he spit, turning his attention back to Bjorn, who’s gaze had softened under the obvious torment Hvitserk was dealing with. Of course, that could have been because he knew exactly where he was coming from after what had happened with Porunn. 

Without a word, he stepped to the side, giving Hvitserk space to pass him. He knew that you likely would ignore him, but the least he could do was give his younger brother a chance. 

Perhaps seeing Hvitserk was what you needed to feel better. 

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“Y/N, can I come in?”  the man wondered, knocking on the door as best he could, his arms full of furs and assorted salted meats and bread. He hadn’t seen anyone go in and out with food in a while, and knew you’d likely be hungry. 

Still, there was no answer. 

Hvitserk knew you were in there, so it was clear that you were just ignoring him. 

“It’s Hvitserk” he clarified, hoping that he could convince you to let him in. He easily could have entered, but wanted to respect your desires. The only way he’d join you in the room was if you invited him in. 

He stood there for what seemed like hours, listening for the slightly sound or a word from you, but nothing came. Until finally, he was ready to turn to leave. 

When his boots turned in the snow, you opened the door, shocking him. 

The entire left side of your face was bandaged, and you were standing far enough back in the shadows so he couldn’t make out anything other than your shape. 

Still, he was just glad to see you. 

“I brought you something to eat, I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry” he explained, gesturing with his head down to his full arms. Had you been in a better mood, perhaps you would have laughed. 

It was kind of him to think about you, but more than anything, you were just shocked that he would come. 

After all, the two of you weren’t anything special and you were sure that he’d moved on to another woman by now. 

“Thank you my prince, I don’t really have much of an appetite” you answered, taking in his face. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t slept in days and worry plagued his face. 

Perhaps something had happened in the time you’d been in here? 

“Is everything okay Hvitserk?” you wondered, watching his face intently as he tried to answer you, though he seemed just as enthralled in your appearance as you were with his. 

Everything was most definitely not alright. However, there was no need to burden you with his foolish worries. Right now, he just wanted to make sure that you were alright. 

“I’m fine Y/N, can I come in?” he asked, the cold biting at his exposed flesh as he stood in the snow. 

As soon as he said something, you panicked. You hadn’t even realized, and here he was, just freezing for no reason. “Of course, I’m sorry” you whispered, pulling the door back to let him in. 

Hvitserk noticed the way you turned your head away from him as he entered but said nothing. It was going to take you a while to get used to it, not to mention the fact that he was the first person to see you so far. 

It was only fair that you’d be timid about it. 

“What have you been doing in here all this time?” he wondered, sitting down at your table, setting the food down there. You had no real way to answer him, seeing as you’d been doing a lot of screaming into your furs and praying to the gods to fix you. 

You couldn’t exactly tell him that, so you did the next best thing, you lied. 

“Sleeping mostly, what have you been up to?” You wondered, sitting across from him, though you were cautious in doing so. You knew that he was going to stare, and you weren’t sure you could handle that. 

Having Hvitserk think you were ugly would be worse than anyone else. At least when the slaves talked about you, they did so out of ear shot. 

It wouldn’t have shocked you if Hvitserk was the kind of man to ridicule you to your face. 

Worrying about you, he wanted to say, though he kept his mouth closed. The way Hvitserk felt for you was new for him, and almost scary. He was currently in uncharted territory, and frankly, he wasn’t sure what to say. 

“Hunting rabbits, and sparing with Ivar mostly, nothing too exciting” he shrugged. It was a foolish answer but it was better than what he was thinking. 

However, it was becoming more and more clear the longer the two of you sat there that there was something you were both hiding from the other. 

“I missed you-” 

You blurted, in time with the man in front of you. The action brought a smile to both of your faces, laughter following suit. 

“I’m glad you came Hvitty” you hummed, busying yourself with a slice of bread, instead of looking in his eyes. 

You really didn’t know that it was possible to miss someone as much as you’d missed him but clearly the distance had affected you both. 

The man nodded, a slight smile on his face as he looked at your face. You were just as stunning now as you were the day you two had met. The only thing that had changed was now he understood that he couldn’t live without you. 

Never in his life had Hvitserk felt that way about someone, and it shocked him to think about that. 

“What is it?” you wondered, not quite liking the way he was looking at you. You had become hyper sensitive to staring since the accident and you worried that he would ridicule you. 

Though somehow, you doubted that he would. 

Right now, Ragnar’s son had a choice. He could tell you the truth, and risk being rejected by you, or he could lie and risk hurting you. There was only one thing he knew for sure, he wasn’t going to hurt your feelings. 

Especially not over this. 

“You’re beautiful” 

It was a cheesy line, and not one that you would easily believe, not now of all times. Maybe if he’d tried to tell you this a few months ago, but not now. 

You were most definitely not beautiful. 

“Don’t say that” you groaned, shocked that he would dare say that to you after everything, however, your order did nothing to stop his admiration. 

Wounded or not, you were stunning, more beautiful than any woman he’d ever bedded in his life. You were perfect. 

“It is the truth, Y/N, you have a beauty that would make Freya envious” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own, though you pulled it away before he could. 

It was bad enough that you had let him see you this way, and now he was trying to tease you. How cruel could he be? 

“There is nothing beautiful about what I look like now” you assured, turning away from him once again. It was your way of hiding from his focused eyes, Hvitserk had a gaze that burned your skin. 

It was as if he was always watching and you didn’t like it. 

“Show me” he suggested, knowing that you would never believe him until he’d seen what you truly looked like under that wrap. 

Right now you were hiding from the world, hiding from what you looked like. You saw your wound as a mark of shame, as if you had failed in some way. What you failed to see was that you had survived. 

If anything, you should have been proud. The gods had you in their favor, they protected you. 

You, on the other hand, would have rather died than dealt with that. You didn’t want anyone to see you, especially not Hvitserk...who you cared about. 

You had no idea how you would take it if he rejected you after seeing what had happened to you. It would ruin you. 

Still, when he reached up to unravel the fabric, you did nothing to stop him. It wasn’t until he got down to the last bit that your hand fell on his wrist, silently begging him to stop. 

...but he didn’t. 

Hvitserk wasn’t afraid of what you looked like. He didn’t think that you would be any less beautiful than before, no matter what was hidden beneath the bandage. 

And when it finally fell to the ground beside you, he found that he was right. In that moment, he knew that you were the woman he’d been waiting for all his life...the most beautiful woman to ever be crafted by Odin’s hand. 

No scar was ever going to change that. 

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