#it happened with Halfdan

[reginrokkr]

‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’

■    ■    ■    Ah, how he loathes the self-exposure that stems from defying the Abyss Order. Dáinsleif should’ve anticipated this would happen, for those creatures that seem to seek naught but ruin other people’s lives as they’re being consumed by resentment that perhaps already existed in their hearts were once people who he protected as Khaenri’ah’s Twilight Sword. Of course they would know his story, just as they can use it to their convenience to ruin him as a knee-jerk reaction to his opposition. How couldn’t he? Even if he, too, may resent the gods above whom doomed the kingdom’s existence since before its creation, he cannot oversee the injustice these people are facing.

Guilt and sorrow-stricken as he may be, his heart remains true: the chivalry of a knight that should be no more after the nation met its downfall is not limited to Khaenri’ah. It extends to the rest of humanity.

Despite the bravery he professed and the refusal to listen to one ill-word they had to say to him, here he is now, wounded to the very core. It has always been like that, ever since he saw himself with no other choice but to confront those of what he considered his homeland. One moment he overwhelms them with his unbreakable willpower and he overthinks what he was told on the next. These occurrences are so frequent that Aether must’ve caught up with bits and pieces of his story without the need to press him for answers or Dáinsleif openly discussing his circumstances. In his yet broken heart, this failure of a Twilight Sword should’ve been deemed as such: a malfunctioning weapon good for nothing. A horrible monster for throwing his people under the bus for the safety of others.

          Instead, he receives kindness.

                                                    And that breaks him even more.

❝That, I try.❞ He truly is. Perhaps that plays a great part in the reason why he feels indebted with ensuring the safety of these people that have to pay the consequences of a kingdom’s sins. Sins that perhaps would’ve never existed weren’t it for the fact that the gods above chased them until they were no more than cornered animals forced to live in uttermost darkness. A glance is shared with Aether and Dáinsleif nearly regrets looking at him in the eye, but his stance doesn’t waver despite the subtle quivering of roseate lips that he forces into stillness by pressing them in a thin line. ❝Is it why I am trying to make amends.❞

Nothing but an ocean of sorrow fills icy sapphires and yet, there is an unmeasurable kindness in them with the way they soften as his head cants to one side. ❝You should not feel overwhelmed by that which you could not control, either.❞ He refrains from calling it a failure, in his case. For he was merely a passing star forced into confinement away from his kin by the wrath of some god. Dáinsleif closes their distance slowly and places a gloved hand atop his shoulder, long fingers offering a gentle squeeze.  ❝Never let your darkness defeat you.❞

@risingsol ✦

#risingsol #◟༺✦༻◞ Seraphs reminisce how to fly even without wings┊Aether → risingsol.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ What use has the veil of falsehood? ┊Ask.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Sapphire flames in their wake ┊IC.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος δ: Ψάχνοντας τη χαμένη μοίρα┊To the journey’s end.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Aria of the Seraphs ┊When stars collide.┊ #hi have these unsolicited feels #which are ruining me too :')) #I hate whenever this happens #Dain always pushing his own feelings away #to try to comfort another ;; #it happened with Halfdan #for multiple reasons #it can happen with more #and I'll cut it before I get emotional djfhg

[dutybcrne]

Both Halfdan and Rethel have times where the Curse gnaws at their minds and starts pulling them into the same headspace as they had as Husks. Sometimes it's something small like memory problems or zoning out, sometimes they find themselves partially transforming and/or growing aggressive the way they would have with most any unlucky lost soul stumbling upon them in the Chasm.

#hc; halfdan #hc; rethel #//Heightened emotions tends to hasten/worsen these effects #//There are several times where gaps in their memories leave them so stressed it ends up with them shifting back to those forms #//And it is NOT recommendable to approach them in such states #//They WILL lash out thinking they're being attacked #//Halfdan has it slightly easier than Rethel; since he's lucky to have a Vision #//Rethel was shifted back due to Abyss Order's intervention #//So it's easier for her to succumb to it #//There are times they get EXTREMELY claustrophobic; sent into a panic within a certain space or around many others #//Rethel in particular can hardly stand being in crowds for very long before she starts feeling the urge to transform #//As if to hide in that headspace and let whatever her Husk's instincts drive her to do happen #//Will not feel too much remorse once she gets back to herself. Just a 'it was either them or me; and I choose me' & compartmentalize it #//For Halfdan; that happens when he finds himself in the dark & feels trapped in it; transforms to avoid dealing with his severe fear #//And woe betide anybody who runs into him in that state; he will NOT be merciful #//Best to carefully let him ride out the feeling and--carefully--work to change the conditions of the place #//Lighting candles; opening windows--sneak around to do so; bc if he catches you while in That state- #//The best solution is to calm them down/remove them from those situations BEFORE they've transformed #//It's the safest means to help them and will prevent the next time from being worse in the process #//Halfdan constantly has a Crisis abt if this means he is truly more monster than man; with how easily he transforms back into his Husk self #//Rethel has fully embraced she no longer is human; is prolly a monster now; but would strive to do no harm

[axelsagewrites]

Could I ask about something fluffy for Halfdan the black from Vikings please for the V day creations 😁🥰🥰🥰🥰Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Halfdan*Lofn

Pairing: halfdan x goddess!reader

Word count: 1352

Warnings: forbidden love, made up norse festival bc they didnt have valentines (or anything similar i could find)

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Halfdan never felt the need to make friends. Not in the way his brother Harald did at least. Halfdan had drinking buddies, war buddies, hell even fuck buddies, but he did not see the point of befriending another lord just for his company. Though Halfdan was not the brother destined to be king.

Halfdan quite frankly didn’t understand why they even had to stop in this godforsaken village. So, when his brother told him they had to stay another five days to take part in their festival he found himself groaning and whining like a toddler.

The only reason he hadn’t abandoned his brother and went elsewhere was because of you. well, he didn’t know your name only your face. But the gods had made it the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.

When he asked his brother about the festival even Harald seemed to know nothing. your village had been named after Freyja so every year you would honour her but neither knew what to expect.

-

The bonfire was higher than any house with children dancing around the flames and drinks flowing freely with the adults. As Harald nursed his third cup his eyes fell upon you and finally, he felt like this may have been worth him staying.

You were sat alone, a few feet away from most on a fallen tree staring into the flames. Before he could think the alcohol had decided for him and he was crossing the grass towards you. “May I sit?” he asked, trying to act nonchalant but he felt an odd blush raise in his cheeks as you lifted your gaze.

Your eyes scanned over him for a moment in silence, from his tip toes to his hair, before finally you gave a small nod. “I’m Halfdan,” he said, breaking the silence once more as he sat down, and he felt relived you gave your name back. “Why are you sitting all alone?” he asked making you laugh a little, “What?”

“Nothing. I like someone who does not beat around the bush,” you said, a twinkle in your eye that made him blush again before your eyes returned to the fire, “I like to sit with my thoughts especially on days like this. Everyone seems so happy,”

“And you, are you happy?” he asked, his gaze fixed on you even if you do not return it.

However, he did notice the smile that tugged on your lips, “I can be at times,” usually he’d roll his eyes at an answer like yours, but this felt different.

“You never answered my question,” he said, and you hummed in response, “Why are you alone?”

“You were the first person to ask to sit,” you replied, finally turning to face him, “I think the better question is why did you?”

Up this close Halfdan could see the flames reflected in your eyes despite the fire being so far away. he could feel its warmth as if it was sat next to him, “I suppose I just wanted to meet you,” he said, his head becoming hazy.

“Are you well? you look like you may faint,” you said, brow knotting in concern.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, “It is very warm is it not?” he said, pulling at his shirt to fan himself.

He only stopped when you stood up, “Come with me. I know where you can cool down,” you said, and he did not need to be told twice.

He followed you down the hill the bonfire was on down to the edge of the shore where you slowly walked along as the breeze from the water finally cooled him down, “I’m not sure what happened,” Halfdan said when he finally felt he could breathe again.

Your smile almost took it away though, “It’s alright. Many become overwhelmed by the end of the night. The fire can burn awfully hot,”

“What is the fire for? I know your celebrating Freyja but why?” he asked, pausing in his tracks when you laughed softly.

You stopped as well and turned to face him, “We do not only celebrate her. well, I do not at least,” you said, turning your gaze to the sea, “We celebrate love. Freyja is of course only one of the three we celebrate,”

“And the other two?”

“Well one is Sjöfn though some rumour she is just Frigg in disguise,”

“Why would a goddess need to disguise herself?” Halfdan asked, suddenly very interested in every word you had to say. “Is she not the goddess of marriage?”

“She is. as well as prophecy and motherhood however sadly, love does not always lie in the marriage. That’s where the third comes in. Lofn,”

“I recognise the name,” he said though he could not place from when.

You chuckled however, “Many do. Few know why. She is protecting the forbidden love. The true love. The love that cannot always be, but you will never lose. She is who I celebrate on nights like these,” you said as your eyes turned to gaze back at the fire.

Halfdan felt a flare grow in his chest, “Why is that? I cannot imagine a man loving you and letting you go no matter the reason,”

Your lips quirked into a smile as your eyes turned to him, “I am not in a forbidden love. Not yet at least. Though I do find the notion romantical,”

“Romantical?”

“Romantical. Mesmerizing. Enthralling. Whatever word you choose. The notion of a love so strong it breaks the rules,”

“You do not like to follow the rules?”

“I do not see why I would,” you said.

Halfdan found himself cracking a slight smirk, “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he said before you decided it was finally time to head back to the fire. As you began to walk up the hill, he decided to ask another question, “Why the bonfire?”

“They say no matter how far you are from the flames you will feel them on your skin if you’re sat with your one love and if you feel a chill stood beside it then it is not meant to be,”

“Is that why there are so many girls sat around it?” he snorted when he noticed just how close to the flames some of them sat. you however chose not to respond to that, and it was enough to make him swallow hard. “Do you believe in it?”

“I do,”

“Why?”

“Because I know it’s true,”

“How?”

“I just do,” you said with a small smile as you arrived back to your original seat, “Your brother is looking for you,” you said, nodding over at the dark-haired man motioning to Halfdan to come over. “I’ll wait here,”

Halfdan sighed, “I’ll only be a moment,” he said as he stalked over to his brother.

“I was wondering where you went,” Harald said as he held out a drink to his brother, “Another?”

“I went on a walk,” he said as he took the cup.

Harald made a face however, “By yourself?”

Halfdan rolled his eyes, “No with…” he said, turning to point to you only to realise the space you once stood was empty, “She was right there,” he muttered before telling Harald your name.

Harald just shook his head, “You weren’t with anyone brother. I saw you walk up the hill yourself,”

“That’s impossible,” he muttered as his eyes scanned the crowd.

His attention was only drawn back when he heard Harald shiver, “You’d think that fire would feel warmer,” he said making Halfdan’s eyes widen.

His eyes turned to the bonfire, staring into the flames. He saw you through them like before but this time he did not see you on the other side. Perhaps he’d drank too much Harald suggested when he assured him no one had been sitting on that fallen tree. However, when Halfdan saw the tree standing unbent and unwavering the next day he knew he had met you. he just had not realised you were a god. A god who he could never love. It was all so romantical he thought.

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[milkb0nny]

Hello lovely.xx I looked around your page and I saw that your request are open. I was wondering if you are open to write something about Halfdan from the series Vikings⚔️. I love the jealous headcanons and some fluffy end maybe but will be happy with absolutely anything that you might get inspiration for. ( If he is not someone you see yourself writing for it’s absolutely fine)

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Halfdan's Jealousy Headcanons

Halfdan Hálfdansson x gn!reader

Summary: Halfdan's jealousy and fluffy headcanons.

Note: It’s refreshing seeing people appreciating Halfdan. Personally I love him dearly, so thank you for this lovely request. Take care, I hope you like this one (there are way too less Halfdan Gifs out there). 🤍

Warnings: jealousy, distrust, mentions of sexual engagement (not much)

🤎 Halfdan had never anticipated the abundance of affection that would come his way. While he disguised the unhealthy obsession with love of his brother, he secretly desired an honest partner. So when you two finally admitted your shared appreciation for the other, Halfdan was more than grateful for your adoration. Your love was an unexpected but most welcome gift in his life, a beacon of warmth and affection.

🤎 Halfdan's jealousy often stems from his intense desire to protect his loved one. During his lifetime he always protected others, causing him to act before anything could happen. He can't help but feel threatened by others who may pose a potential danger or take your attention away. He becomes particularly suspicious when there are new admirers or allies around.

🤎 While Halfdan appears confident, fearless and strong, he has his moments of insecurity. Getting overshadowed by his brother most of his life only awakened insecure traits. He worries that he might not be good enough for your love, or that you perhaps find someone more suitable. Whenever he watches your conversation with a far more attractive man than Halfdan, he feels defeated.

🤎 Though his insecurities don‘t hold him back. He engages in friendly competition to prove his worth and claim his loved one's attention. Putting his steady arm around your waist, showing up behind your figure or simply grabbing your hand after approaching are his weapons of jealousy. This competitive streak is a way for him to assert his dominance and protect what's his. After all, you’re his beloved, not someone else’s muse.

🤎 Halfdan doesn’t openly admit it, but he is quite possessive when it comes to you. He doesn't appreciate others encroaching on what he considers his territory. Of course he doesn’t view you as an object he possesses, but you’re his significant other - which is why you belong to him only. He subtly marks you when he feels the need to reclaim you, whether it's through physical affection, possessive glances, or subtly leaving hickeys during your intimate moments.

🤎 Sometimes he's jealous but doesn't want to reveal it, due to you having fun and him being in a pleasant mood. Halfdan resorts to watching from a distance. He'll observe you carefully interacting with others and try to gauge the nature of those interactions. This can lead to moments of silent brooding.

🤎 After an evening where his jealousy grew due to you playing drinking games with some men, he will be upfront about it. Halfdan refuses to act childish, especially with you. He saw more than once how miscommunication results in only destruction. Therefore the Viking will approach you openly, expressing his concerns and jealousy. You’re more than thankful for his honesty, as it was a quality many men lacked.

🤎 Some days he won‘t tell you as he does trust your loyalty. Halfdan will only show you more need for affection. He needs to see if you’ll still stay by his side. This leads to actions like seeking for kisses, holding you close, cuddling and going out together.

🤎 On other occasions he puts his foot down, scaring the men who tried to pull you away, taking you by your hand and leaving the event as soon as possible. In times where his insecurities terribly kick in, he seeks for a silent moment, away from all the crowds. You accompany him, knowing how he must’ve felt and little by little his jealousy and worries vanish.

🤎 Nevertheless, Halfdan isn’t the type to fight someone due to jealousy and he isn’t that jealous either. He’s possessive, yes, but in a matter that doesn‘t harm you, your relationship or anyone else. You’re glad you’re dating a mature man who stands to his feelings but doesn‘t need to prove them through violence.

#vikings x you #vikings x reader #vikings #halfdan #halfdan x reader #halfdan x you #vikings halfdan

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Being Halfdan's Woman Would Include...

-Being Halfdan's woman would be pretty easy overall because he would make sure to take care of you in any way that you need.

-He would also make sure that some of his brothers' men are watching over you when you are not with hum because he does not want anything to happen to you when he is away from you.

-He always makes sure that you are safe no matter the situation. He just loves you too much for you to be able to get hurt because he wasn't protecting.

-He is also making sure that you are healthy. He will often bring you an extra fur cape when it is cold just to make sure that you do not get sick.

-Him wanting to please you in every way he possibly can. No matter if it is sexual or not. He wants to make sure that you are happy with him.

-He can like never keep his eyes off of you. Like ever. He just finds you so irresistible.

-Him loving to spend time with you at any time of day and just talk to you and get to know you better.

-He will often tell his brother or the other men he is talking to about how beautiful you are.

-Him loving to fuck you however you want it. He also likes to surprise you a lot when it comes to fucking.

-He loves to cuddle you when you two are in bed. He can never get his hands off of you. He loves the feel of your skin on his hands and how you get shy when he touches you in certain areas.

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[sunnyy-sunsh1ne]

About the Machines of Khaenri'ah and how they Replicated Living Beings of the Outside World (TL;DR)

To date, I still wonder how Khaenri'ah managed to replicate the physical form and mobility of living beings from Teyvat.

As we know Khaenri'ah didn't have flora nor fauna; so from where they obtained knowledge about other beings outside their nation?

I think there are three hypotheses to this question; I'll go from the one that makes less sense, to the one that makes more sense.

(1) Khaenri'ah had access to Irminsul/ley lines that let them obtain knowledge through it.

We know that Khaenri'ah had no deity (nor they wanted to have one as far as we know), and to date, the only beings we know that have the ability to access Irminsul, are Nahida, and Wanderer.

It seems that the Hexenzirkel was able to make expeditions to Irminsul, probably meaning that they also had access to it.

But there's one exception...the Bough Keeper.

A human with the title of Bough Keeper, a Khaenri'ahn citizen that has retained self-awareness since the destruction of his nation 500 years ago. Technically, he should have lost his self-awareness to date, right? Yet he didn't, and we might have some idea of why this could be.

When Dainsleif met Halfdan in The Chasm, he didn't understand how his fellow comrade still didn't lose his self-awareness without "it"...

Could that "it" be this?

One of the items obtained by defeating Abyss Mages, it's basically a fragment of ley lines. If Dainsleif is in possession of one of these, then maybe the people of Khaenri'ah were also able to use these to learn about the outside world without the necessity of a deity.

Leaving this hypothesis behind, let's start with the next one.

(2) Flora & fauna did exist in Khaenri'ah but became extinct by them

This hypothesis follows something of the actual world we live in.

Some animals have become extinct because of our careless and accelerated expansion; and maybe this also happened to Khaenri'ah, as they were considered a proud & arrogant nation by some.

When their flora & fauna became extinct, they started to use the Art of Khemia to replicate what they used to have, and because they used to have it, they already knew what their flora & fauna used to look like.

Maybe they had art descriptions of them or perhaps they even had actual recordings thanks to their advanced technology. To be honest, I think that this hypothesis is not likely to be true, for these reasons: there are some beings that are very unlikely that used to be in Khaenri'ah.

One example is the Setekh Wenut & the Ruin Serpent which look very alike to it. The Setekh Wenut seems to be from a long time ago because the description of its drop item shows that the Setekh Wenut existed long before time even existed.

This is the drop item: Pseudo-Stamens.

Hypostasis also are also kinda likely to not have been in Khaenri'ah as far as we know, yet these people still managed to replicate a machine like them: the Perpetual Mechanical Array.

Going to the next & last hypothesis...

(3) Khaenri'ah sent people to Teyvat to learn more about the living beings there.

In the book Sun & Moon we were taught that while Khaenri'ah still existed, they sent people to Enkanomiya to get the book.

It seems that when these people of Khaenri'ah were sent to Enkanomiya, they also bring all kinds of ruin machines with them This could mean that Khaenri'ah had the resources and capacity to travel to other parts of Teyvat.

Maybe non of these hypotheses are accurate, but I really hope they are near to the truth we still yet need to know.

#genshin #genshn impact #enkanomiya #khaenriah #khaenri'ah #machines #wenut #abyss #dainsleif #abyss order #teyvat #ruin serpent #ruin guards #irminsul #hexenzirkel #wanderer #nahida #zhongli #venti #ei #raiden shogun #traveler #ley lines #halfdan #bough keeper #Perpetual Mechanical Array #celestia #sumeru #mondstad #liyue

[it-happened-one-fic]

For An Eternity - Zhongli

Author's Notes: I really shouldn't be allowed to listen to "Lover's Oath" while writing Genshin fics. I suppose you could say this fic kind of goes with my Halfdan fic, Unfulfilled Aspirations, since this one also has reader as heir to the Khaenr'ian throne. Similarly, this fic is also angsty and as a heads up there is no comfort. I wrote this while feeling kind of bummed out so thats probably why it is the way it is. But now I feel kind of bad for Zhongli... Anyway, reader is gender-neutral as per usual. Also Zhongli is referred to as Morax in this fic due to timeline. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Romance implied/gender-neutral reader/ reader is Khaenr'ian angst(no comfort)

Word Count: 929

Morax had certainly had his suspicions about Khaenr’iah beckoning him forth for a meeting. They wanted a contract, and he figured he knew exactly what form of one they wanted.

Unsurprisingly, the king had confirmed the archon’s suspicions when the very first thing he’d done was introduce him to his child. You.

Morax had no intention to marry a child of a foreign land whom he would outlive by centuries, but you had certainly done your job without even intending to. 

It had become beyond obvious that you hadn’t known of your father’s intentions when you’d discovered them. You’d been beyond frustrated and had apologized on your father’s behalf immediately.

You had been cautious, that was certain. But you’d soon moved past that. You’d turned out to be charming in a simple and sweet way that had easily won over the archon, even with his careful defenses. Morax almost wanted to be ashamed that you’d charmed him quite so easily.

It was then that Morax had discovered he wasn’t just charmed by you. He was also quite curious about you. A young human who was frustrated by the machinations of royalty and who was seemingly unafraid of an archon that was known for slaying many during the war.

But you didn’t let that fact stop you in your little chats with the archon. Satisfying yourself with treating him kindly and showing him around your country, even as you pushed against your father’s wishes.

Morax had befriended you and had actually continued visiting you after your initial time together. It served to pacify your father and keep him from insisting on more marriage meetings with new and progressively worse suitors while also providing Morax with much-needed friendship.

He’d lost many during the war, and the other archons were busy taking care of their own nations. He’d been alone for quite some time, with only the Yaksha and other Adepti to keep him company since Guizhong had passed and Marchiosis had dwindled. 

Though he was close to both the Yaksha and the others, he could not truly count them as friends. Not when they kept their distance and viewed him as more of a king than a friend.

And you were in a similar position. You were friends with one of your knights, the Twilight Sword, named Dainsleif. But there were rules there, and you could only be so close. You were, similarly, without a close companion due to the constraints of your position.

Perhaps that's why Morax had allowed himself to get so close to you.

You were endearing, chatting happily with him and reminding him of the joys of life. He hadn’t realized how burdened he’d felt from the numerous losses he’d gone through till he’d met you. You, with your smiling face and boundless help.

But then it had happened. Instead of smiling, you were frowning one day.

You’d learned of your father’s plans for the so-called field tillers. An assault on Celestia itself, a challenge to their power. You were beyond horrified and had confided your fears in Morax, asking for his advice on how to convince your father not to go through with his plans.

But your fears came too late. Because it wasn’t long after that when Celestia beckoned. Khaenr’iah was to be destroyed for its impertinence. 

It was then that Morax had first stood against Celestia. He’d not complained about the Archon War or anything else they’d had a hand in. But this he could not stand for. Not when you could be hurt. He’d lost enough, and he was done. He wasn’t losing you too.

And that was how one of his many contracts had been formed. A deal. 

He would face Khaenr’iah and assist in their destruction. He would lead the other archons to battle and bear the weight of this sin. But only if Celestia vowed not to hurt you.

You, who were innocent. You, who had saved him. You, who’d once more shown him how beautiful the world was. You, for whom he would destroy a nation. You, for whom he would raze a country. You, whom he loved.

They had agreed, so he did as requested despite the ire it brought him. He had now truly seen the darkness of this world. 

Before, he’d killed largely in self-defense and to protect. But now, he killed simply to destroy.

And destroy he did. He wasn’t sure if the fires that blazed across the once lush lands of Khaenr’iah would ever dissipate.

And Khaenr’ians weren’t the only losses. Makoto, the electro archon and twin sister of Ei, died. She too, had been one of his friends. Someone he could have saved, but failed to protect.

Rukhadevata also disappeared at that same time, seemingly lost to the desert that bordered her lush forest.

But, as cruel as it was of him to think it, neither of those was the loss that injured him the most. No. That was you.

You, who had not been killed by Celestia but had died in the collapse of the palace while trying to escape. You, whom he’d only found after life had left your usually bright eyes. You, whom he would mourn for an eternity.

Losing Guizhong, the love of his life, had been a tragedy he’d thought he could never endure. Losing you, the second love of his life, who was equal to Guizhong in his heart, was something he knew he would never recover from.

On that day, he signed his second contract with Celestia. To never speak of the events of that day.

#genshin impact imagines #Zhongli x reader #This is why I shouldn't write when I'm down #I write angst with no comfort #Sorry Zhongli #Zhongli #morax #khaenri'ah #Gender-neutral reader #reader is from khaenr'iah #reader is royalty #Genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact x you #Genshin impact x y/n #cataclysm #Zhongli x you #Angst #no comfort #romance implied #geo archon #Dainsleif mentioned #Liyue

[touchoflaughter]

Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: It's one of those typical dinner table talks between the Ragnarssons when troublemaker Ivar chooses violence over peace again. So Björn decides to step in and put him in his place. Again.

Ticklish!Ivar ; Lers/Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

Warning: This is a TickleFic! Noncon tickling & vulgar language (It’s pretty mean, folks) If that's not your thing I suggest you to skip this one.

"You gotta be kidding!", Ivar chuckled while taking the jug of mead right in front of him.

"Come and think about it, this makes sense.", Ubbe took another bite from his chicken drumstick while making a pensive face.

"Halfdan? I really can't imagine him with another man.", Sigurd shook his head. "The very thought fills me with nausea."

"Calm down! What's wrong with preferring men over women?", Björn looked around one. "He's nothing less of a fierce Norseman."

"Do you want to confess something to us, too?", Ivar stimulated his eldest brother with a sassy grin.

"Funny.", Björn countered, with a drained look on his face. He was so over his youngest brothers attitude.

"I agree with Björn on this one. Halfdan is a great man who had our back quite a few times.", Hvitserk acceded.

"I don't know. Still seems weird to me.", Sigurd shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh come one Sigurd, don't make a fool out of yourself.", Ivar darted a knowing look towards his older brother who just wanted to continue eating but paused at his words.

"What?", Sigurd looked at his brother with Irritation.

"We all know you like men. No need to hide it.", Ivar grinned and pointed at Sigurds lute that's always right by his side. "I mean you even compose sentimental ballads and I definitely didn't miss that one time you went to the tanners apprentice for him to quickly fix your coat, only for you to get back home with your shirt the wrong way up.

The whole table turned silent for a few seconds, everyone paused in their movements. Sigurd threw an angry look at his younger brother, who was the only one to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"Cut the bullshit! He also fixed my shirt, that's why!", Sigurd banged his fist on the table. Everyone continued eating, trying not to get involved into the two wranglers fight.

"A likely story!", Ivar couldn't stifle an amused laughter. "Just so you know, I got loads of problems with you but being homosexual is none of them. So calm down."

Sigurds head has turned deeply red when he continued eating his soup in a tensed way. "You're crazy."

"I shouldn't have told you about it.", Björn regretted his decision already. "What did I even think would happen?"

"Well it was quite obvious what would happen.", Ubbe laughed, looking at his younger brothers, one eating his soup in silence, the other satisfied with how everything went.

"I hope all of you know this information is just between the five of us.", the eldest instructed with a serious look.

"What exactly? Halfdans homosexuality or the shirt fixing thing that means nothing?", Ivar continued making digs at Sigurd who looked up immediately. It was way too easy to trigger him.

"Shut your mouth!", Sigurd impulsively threw the carving knife towards Ivar, who only just managed to dodge it. The youngest chuckled, as if the sharp weapon didn't get stuck in the wooden armrest, right where his forearm has been seconds before. "Poor Sigurd, are you mad now? Go make up for it by writing an angry poem or- well I guess you know an even better option."

"You clearly don't know when to stop.", Ubbe tried to enter shallow water again. "Sigurd you need to lern how to ignore his teasing."

"Why are you like this, Ivar?", Björn sighed like a failed parent who gave up long ago.

The youngest continued eating in satisfaction with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

"Oh you think it's funny to torment every living being around you?", Björn leaned forward, looking at Ivar directly. "Probably you need to taste your own medicine in order for you to stop harassing others."

The three brothers scouted the scene when Ivar put his fork aside and returned Björns look bored. "Go on. Your poor treasury of words and repartee isn't able to match mine anyway."

Björn dabbed his mouth with a napkin before he got up and walked towards his brother who slowly began to realise, the eldest had no interest in talking it out.

"All of that is just warm words, little brother. You always forget you're pretty disadvantaged when the time of talking is over.", Björn looked down at Ivar, who didn't seem to be frightened at all.

"Calm down. You know that's just how he is.", Hvitserk tried to comfort Björn, aligning himself with Ivar as usual.

"Yeah don't beat him up just because of a few meaningless words.", Ubbe agreed with Hvitserk, being the arbiter once again.

"I don't mind you teaching him a lesson.", Sigurd leaned backwards, eyeing the scene gleefully. "He totally deserves it."

"Coward.", Ivar hissed at him, before looking up to Björn, who was still glancing down at him. But something in his expression has changed. He seemed to have a plan. Ivar swallowed hard and started considering how he'd make it out alive without eating his words.

"Hit me already! I won't apologise for telling the truth!", Ivar leaned backwards with his guard down, hoping his brothers pride will prevent him from beating up an unarmed cripple.

"You sneaky rascal. You know damn well I'd never be able to hit you, looking like this.", Björn grinned down at him, knowing exactly Ivar acts helpless on purpose.

"That's a low trick Ivar! Just take it like a man!", Sigurd commented, disappointed with how things were going.

"You two! Cut it out!", Ubbe instructed, having enough of that bunfight. "And you, Sigurd! Stop being a chicken-hearted shit and face him yourself!"

Everyones but Ivar's jar fell. Ubbe hardly uses foul language and he also rarely chooses Ivars side.

The youngest started cackling at his words, approving with his second eldest brother for the first time in forever. Hvitserk had to stifle an amused grin as well when Björn turned back towards Ivar: "You're lucky Ubbe decided to come to your relieve. Are you going to behave now?"

Ivar gave a snarky laugh, feeling too secure for his own good again: "Since when is telling the truth a misbehaviour?"

"Ivaaaar.", Björn sighed his name long-drawn-out with a tortured undertone. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Do what?", the youngest asked confusedly. "You gotta face the fact, you can't do shit, brother. And now go back to your seat and let me finish my plate!"

"That was a mistake.", Hvitserk murmured when the youngest continued eating as if nothing happened.

Then, all of a sudden, Ivar was bowled over and fell from his chair to the ground. Before anyone realised what was happening, Björn swooped down on Ivar, who laid flat on his back, gasping under the weight of his gigantic brother.

Right when the youngest opened his mouth to let off steam, a high pitched scream came out of his throat, followed by forced, loud laughter. The remaining brothers needed a moment to understand what was going on: Björn tackled Ivar to the ground and instantly started a rigorous tickle attack!

Everyone of them knows about this big weakness of their little brother. Even though they take advantage of it quite often, the youngest goes bright red with shame whenever he finds himself in this vulnerable position. Somehow it doesn't stop him from being a bratty bully and he also seems to forget about that effective punishment whenever he decides to make fun of one of his brothers.

"Björn have mercy with him!", Hvitserk tried to drown Ivars hysterical laughter out.

"Kill him!", Sigurd encouraged their eldest brother, looking down at the Ivar who was laughing and screaming uncontrollably. Björn dug right into his upper ribs, one of the killer spots. Ivar tried to curse and threaten through his laughter but he didn't manage to form at least one coherent word.

Ubbe, who tried to decide wether this was funny or serious, watched the scene with a little smile playing on his lips. "Easy, Björn! You know he can't handle it well."

"That's the whole point!", Björn grinned in a devilish way while getting his younger brothers hands out of the way by pinning them above his head. "Sigurd come help me with this little rascal!"

There was no need for him to repeat that. Sigurd bounced from his chair and placed himself immediately in front of Björn to keep Ivars strong arms in place. Now Björn had both his hands to tickle the crap out of his stubborn brother, who wasn't able to defend himself the tiniest bit.

Ivar, who had a short break while the positions were changing, was hopping mad at his brothers. He couldn't help but giggle during his threat, due to the previous tickling anyways: "Gehet off! Don't touch me Sigurd! You gutless cohoward! This is nohot fahair!! Björn you piehiece of- wait what- NO!"

Ivar paused his cursing when his oldest brother pulled up his shirt, revealing the youngest toned upper body. Björn started squeezing into Ivars strong obliques, enjoying him freaking out about it: "FUHUCKERS!! AHAHAHA I HAHATEE YOUHUHU! NOHOAHAHAHA!" He tried to press his lips together, to not give them any satisfaction, but after not even a second he bursted out laughing even shriller: "I'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU! FUHUHUCK STOHOP! AHH NAHAHA FUCKING IHIDIOTSAHAHA!"

"Ahaww look at our baby brother, trying to be serious.", Björn mocked, staying at the same spot but increasing the speed and pressure even more, putting his brother through agony.

Ivar turned to Hvitserk and Ubbe who were watching the scene from the table: "DOHON'T JUHUST SIHIT THEHERE! HEHELP MEHE!"

Suddenly, Björn changed positions and started digging into Ivars upper ribs and the wide latissimus. Ivar started screaming and yelling, begging them to stop but whether Björn, nor Sigurd seemed to have enough yet.

"Hey that's enough! He clearly can't take any more.", Hvitserk got up from his chair to succour.

"I decide when he has enough!", Björn clarified, starting to scribble his big hands up and down ivars whole torso, driving him mad.

"Cut it out!", Hvitserk placed his hand on Björns shoulder and pulled him backwards to underline his call.

Björn stopped the torture for a moment and turned towards his little brother who immediately stumbled a few steps back.

"Listen: You better stop bothering me or you're in his place at once, got it?", Björn gave him a warning glance. Hvitserk swallowed hard and looked over to Ivar who was looking back with tears in his eyes.

"Come on, Björn.", Hvitserk tried to negotiate, while recognising the begging glance on his little brothers face. "He clearly learned his lesson.

"Ohh you think so?", Björn grinned. "You suppose he wouldn't humiliate others for entertainment anymore?"

"Well, that's kinda how he is. You won't tickle it out of him anyways.", Hvitserk shrug his shoulders, looking from one to another. "Come on, let him go."

"So you think I don't have to punish him anymore and it's alright he's putting his needs top priority?", Björn asked with a vicious undertone.

Hvitserk knew he was up to something but still he tried his best to get his brother out of that. "If that makes you let go of him, yes.

"Alright. One last test. Let's see if our stubborn rascal learned his lesson.", Björn, still sitting on Ivars waist, leaned over him, their ice-blue eyes facing each other. Ivar was still breathing heavily and sweating, his face and upper body had turned bright red and there were several marks where his brothers fingers dug into the muscles.

Björn started scribbling and spidering his fingers lightly all over his brothers belly and chest, forcing him to make a tortured noise that slowly turned into involuntary giggles. "Tell me Ivar, would you like me to stop?"

"Stuhupihid quehestion frohom a stupid persohon.", his brother answered, as sassy as always. Björn had to get ahold of himself, not to tickle him to pieces again. "Even though you clearly ask for more, I'm willing to let you. There's only one condition."

"Fucking ahahanything!", Ivar pulled on his arms, that were still secured by Sigurd, trying to get away from Björns unbearably ticklish movements.

"So you're fine with Hvitserk taking your place?", Björn asked while mischievously increasing the speed even more, teasing out a yell and even louder giggles that turn into helpless laughter pretty quickly.

Hvitserks jaw dropped when he heard what his brother just said and he quickly increased the space between him and the rest. "W-Wait. Ivar- don't!"

Ivar didn't ponder for a second. He immediately nodded as forcefully as he could. "Yehehes! Fuhuck lehet goo!"

Björn let go of Ivar, stood up and turned towards the intimidated Hvitserk, who slowly but surely stepped backwards, trying to leave the hut without the eldest noticing. A knowing grin playing on his lips: "Poor Hvitserk. That's what you get for turning against me, trying to side with a lone wolf."

"I-I'm sohorry, Hvitty.", Ivar stuttered, still laying on the ground. Then, all of a sudden he seized Björns legs and managed to knock him down. "RUN!"

Hvitserk didn't think about it twice. He turned around and made a quick getaway.

"You devious nag! Let go or I swear I tickle you to death!", Björn threatened, starting to squeeze into Ivars ribs at once. The youngest flinched hard and had no choice but to release him. Björn jumped up and chased after Hvitserk who left the hut a few seconds before.

"Why can't we just eat in peace for once?", Ubbe sighed, picking at his food in frustration. Then he went over to Ivar, who tried to catch his breath and helped him get up and back on his seat.

Sigurd, who had taken his seat already, looked at his younger brother gleefully. "Hopefully you learned your lesson."

Ivar, who felt deeply humiliated already, looked at him with a warning glance: "Careful."

"Look who didn't make it." All heads turned to the open door, where Björn just entered the room with Hvitserk in tow...

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Chapter four

Masterlist

/!\ Miscarriage/!\

You came back to the longhouse, but you were strange. He knew what you went through was traumatic, but there was something else. You hid your body, covering your loosest clothes, you hid the right side of your face. You refused to look at him and you avoided him. You were hiding from Ivarr. You were hiding something from him and it was starting to annoy him. Ivarr tried to give you space and time, as Ubba and Halfdan advised him to do. They thought that with time to yourself, you would get better, but you still refused to talk to him.

You had refused to speak to him for four moons now.

Four moons since you refused to sleep with him.

You've been avoiding him for four moons.

You had completed several tasks that allowed you to move as much as possible. By Odin, you even agreed to work in the stables as long as you stayed away from Ivarr.

This time he had had enough. Their brothers could go to Helheim with their council. Ivarr was tired of seeing his wife drift away from him and become nothing more than a shadow of herself. Ivarr would go deep into the forest to find you, training you in archery. You drew the string of your bow, letting go of the string to see your arrow go into the ground, far from your target. At the end of your nerves, you threw your bow on the ground. Now that you had lost the use of your right eye, you could no longer aim properly. You had shot around twenty arrows, none of which had touched your target. You drew your axe, throwing it at the target, but like your arrows, it fell on the dead leaves.

“Shit!” you cried, running your hands over your face. "I'm tired of it!”

Ivarr leaned against the tree, watching you pick up your arrows and axe. When you turned towards him, you froze when you saw your companion. You sighed, putting your arrows back in your quiver.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, hanging your axe on your belt.

"I was looking for you. Is that bad?"

“I would have thought you would have gone to fight Bretons or Saxons.”

"The Bretons ran off with the pig's wife and apparently we can't go after the Saxons because of that idiot Bishop and Ceolbert," Ivarr growled.

“Normally, that doesn’t stop you,” you said, turning your back on him to detach your target. “What’s stopping you?”

“My wife stops me.”

You froze when you heard him say that. Was Ivarr worried about you? It was new. You turned to Ivarr. The Boneless looked at you with his gaze that seemed to penetrate your entire being. You swallowed, clutching the target to your chest. Gods, you didn't like it when he looked at you like he did. It always made you lose your means, but with their marks King Rhodri had left you.

You hated them.

You hated your body.

You had several other marks of war, but these showed your helplessness. So you made the decision to hide them. You hid your bruised eye and scars under layers of bandages and hid your body under thick furs. Ivarr lifted himself from the tree, moving closer to you. Your grip tightened, even more, on your target.

"There's something you're not telling me, woman," he said darkly. "What did Rhodri do to you? Did he make you do-"

"No! No, he didn't do anything like that."

"So what happened? What else did he do, (Y/N)?"

What else did Rhodri do?

You didn't want to think about it anymore, that's why you were always moving. You didn't want to think about this event anymore. You looked at Ivarr out of the corner of your eye. Should you tell him? Ivarr growled, spreading his arms, waiting for your response. You bit your lip. You tried to find your words. How could you tell him something like that? Ivarr was a drengr. This sort of thing was not important to a drengr. To die with dignity in combat is the goal of a drengr. Ivarr's objective. He always shouted it loud and clear. He always told you that you would be together in Valhalla, that you would both fight and drink and fuck in the great hall. Maybe you should have focused on that goal.

Maybe... you should have joined Valhalle sooner.

Maybe.

"We are drengr. Our role is to fight and reach Valhalla. That's why we are born. That's why we die. We live for nothing else, " you said, turning to Ivarr. "I repeat that to myself. Day after day. I focus on the most menial tasks to keep my mind occupied and not think about that day and what he did. I...he trampled on him like if he was just a common insect."

“Who did Rhodri step on (Y/N)?”

"Our baby... he... he trampled on him..."

Ivarr looked at you without knowing what to say or what to think. A baby? It was impossible. You never had the build of a pregnant woman. You continued your training as always. You fought against Saxons. You got punched in the stomach. Ivarr ran his hands over his face, pacing as he digested this news.

"How...? When...? You... you weren't pregnant when you were..."

"I was, but I didn't know it. He... he wasn't bigger than that," you said, pointing to the space with your thumb and index finger. "He looked like a larva... but... he was our baby... Rhodri had hit me so hard in the stomach. It hurt so much, but I... I didn't expect to see it. I tried to hide it. I hid it in a piece of cloth. I wanted to bury it. But... Rhodri saw it. He snatched it from me and... he trampled on him like he was crushing a common insect. I... I couldn't do anything. I... I could just watch him trample on him again and again... he didn't care. Nothing was left."

You could no longer hold back your tears as you thought about this scene. You saw again this little thing in your underwear that you hid a piece of fabric. You saw again Rhodri snatching it from your hands to throw it on the ground and stomping on it with rage. You screamed and cried for this child you couldn't bury. You cursed Rhodri for doing what he did.

You were surprised to see Ivarr turn on his heel and walk away from you. Where was he going? Why did he leave you alone?

"Ivarr?! Where are you going?! Ivarr!!"

Ivarr ignored your request. He continued to walk away until he disappeared from your field of vision. You had just lost your husband. Why did you speak? Why did you have to listen to Bishop Deorlaf? You should have kept it all to yourself. You fell to your knees, letting the target fall to the ground. You had nothing left. Were you alone? Not impossible. You must have had a bad dream, didn't you? Yes, that was the only explanation. You manage to get up, picking up your target to return to your tent. You put away your weapons and your target before lying down on your makeshift bed. Exhaustion overwhelmed you, you fell asleep. You didn't have any dreams. No nightmares. But there was nothing restful about this sleep. You didn't know how long you had slept, but you had to wake up to the feeling of someone shaking you and calling your name. You opened your eyes. Your gaze met Ivarr’s. You stood up, looking at your surprised husband. Ivarr had returned.

"Get ready, let's go," he said, standing up.

"Where?" you asked as you stood up, running your hands through your tangled hair. "

At Rhodri's tomb," Ivarr replied grimly.

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Lend me a helping shoulder

synopsis: The end of the month is always hard on the Twilight Sword, so it’s no wonder that you want to come over and support your hard-working lover. But first, you’ll need someone to help you. Up.

pairing: Dainsleif x fem!reader, feat Halfdan

tw: Khaenri’ah era, established relationship, some crack but mainly fluff

word count: 2.2k+ words

author’s note: I needed a break from what I am working on right now, and the idea of carrying your friend on your shoulders so she could kiss her man through the window has been sitting in my head for years.

Another drop falls from the tip of the quill and hits the paper, bursting into smaller blots of ink, completely ruining the half-written report. A tired sigh and then a hand reaches to crumple the document and throw it in a bin to dispose later. New parchment is laid upon the wooden surface and the quill dips in an inkwell for the hundredth time this evening. Or it would be more accurate to say night already.

The lights within the palace are off, and Dainsleif has just one lamp on, illuminating his working desk and piles of papers stacked on top of it. It doesn't look that bad - the pile with finished work is way bigger than the one that still needs to be tended to. The man though looks awful - dark circles around his stark eyes make his gaze look more miserable than he'd actually let on, hair is quite disheveled from how many times he ran his fingers through blond locks, there is a red mark on his cheek - one yet to disappear after he had that very cheek supported by the fist, or otherwise he pretty much would've hit the desk face first. A cape with a Royal Guard emblem embroidered on its back and black gloves are abandoned, parts of armor that are quick and easy to put back on if there is a state of emergency are neatly placed on a chair near the window, and a couple of buttons on his shirt are popped open. If any of his underlings saw him at the moment, they'd see a sight of what a royal knight should never look like.

However Dainsleif is exhausted. It's the end of the month, there are major reports that need to be passed to the higher-ups at the Court and they really love changing the filling template every now and then, as if they don't have any more important tasks to attend to. This time, regretfully, they decided it's time to replace the format yet again and informed the Captain almost at the last minute. The man would love to be mad, but at this point his brain have only one legible thought: finish the work as soon as possible and maybe, if he is lucky enough, catch a couple of hours of sleep before the time he'll need to pass these stacks to dozens of secretaries and make it their problem, not his.

The document he is rewriting right now is not the first of the kind - it's been two or so hours since his consciousness started to slowly but surely slip from his grasp. It is annoying on its own already, but the next thing that happens makes anger spark in his blood. There is something steadily knocking against his window. He knows for a fact there are no trees growing near the wall, besides he can hear no wind that could've hypothetically made a branch hit the glass rhythmically. A bird? Yeah, it could be, a little irritating thing, that doesn't know that the night is the night and you freaking sleep and not come bothering a busy Captain.

Huuuuh… Well, standing up, cracking some joints and walking to the window and back sounds like a small break. Who knows, maybe it'll even help the man gain his concentration back. Oh, the pitch black sky above, and the night could've been worse, if he had patrolling on his plate as well today.

The chair squeaks against the floorboards and Dainsleif winces - he really needs to ask for a carpet. The paper is placed upon the tall stack and the quill falls near the inkwell - he'll clean the blots later if there are any. Stretching, the blond yawns, cracking his neck and groaning in slight pain, grasping the nape and rubbing it. Tired eyes disappear behind heavy eyelids as he takes the first step in the direction he needs to reach. There are new knocks and it drives the knight mad. He snaps his eyes open and glares at, as he assumes, a bird…

…only to halt in his steps and blink in surprise. There is no bird sitting on the windowsill outside, but there is your figure in the frame. When you see that he has finally noticed you, a smile brightens your lovely face and a hand waves at him excitedly in greeting. Dainsleif rubs at his eyes. Is he hallucinating? He must be, he most definitely must be, his mind playing tricks on him, hinting that it's really time to go and hit the sack. While his office is indeed on the first floor, the window is way too high up from the ground - there is absolutely no way you can stand like this in front of it.

But then you call for his name and he moves quicker than his mind finally registers that yes, you are real. He is at the window in two steps, turning the handle and opening it wide, letting the night air in his stuffy office. The coolness and freshness washes over him and suddenly it becomes so much easier to breathe.

"I see you are as busy as I expected," your voice is even sweeter with the glass barrier out of the way, and Dainsleif almost loses himself in it. He'd lose himself in anything that feels like a glimpse of salvation right now.

"Y/n…" your name leaves dried lips hoarsely, and the man clears his throat to continue. "What are you doing here? No, how are you up here?"

The soft smile on your face suddenly becomes mischievous and you point at something beneath you. Not understanding a thing, your lover puts his hands on a windowsill and leans out of the window. There, keeping you seated on his shoulders, one of his knights is standing, the one Dainsleif knows all too well.

"Good evening, Captain! Or should I say night?" Halfdan is grinning, keeping his hands wrapped around your calves for security. Stunned, his superior redirects his gaze at you and you almost topple over with laughter at how flabbergasted he looks. He wants to ask something, but your lips are on his faster than any sound can leave them. Eyes slightly widen, but then just as fast the lids drop and the kiss is reciprocated. Your hands quickly and with clear impatience find their way in blond soft hair and his palms cup your face in a desperate attempt to pull you closer. He missed it, missed you to the aching of his heart, to the burning in his veins. Your touch feels intoxicating and he hasn't had a drop of liquor in weeks, drowning himself in training and work. Your skin is so warm under his cold hands, and you shiver when he runs thumbs over your cheekbones affectionately. You gasp as the fingertips accidentally brush the sides of your neck and Dainsleif seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, mind foggy and body hurting with nagging need…

The kiss is over way quicker than he'd love it to be and you both gasp and pant, still holding onto each other as if one of you is going to disappear. Some part deep inside the man's brain still thinks you are just a mirage, and you feel a small twinge of fear that he'll just close the window and return to his knightly duties.

You stare at each other in silence, unblinking and unmoving, chests rapidly rising and falling. Dainsleif wants to kiss you again, you want to feel his lips on you one and many more times, and just when you are ready to act upon your selfish desires, a polite cough breaks through the entrancing atmosphere.

"Hate to be third-wheeling, but I am still here," a voice from below interrupts the two of you. Heat rises to your cheeks and Dainsleif masks his own embarrassment with a groan. Slipping up in front of his subordinate like this…how unprofessional. It is Halfdan, no less, which means he'll never live his friendly teasing down.

"So…" the blond clears his throat and looks at the man and you in turn. "What's going on and why are the two of you…like this?"

"Don't ask me, Captain, I am merely offering a shoulder - or two - in whatever plan this crazy girl has…ouch!" You gently but tangibly poke his side with the tip of the shoe.

"You agreed to participate in whatever this crazy girl has in mind with no questions asked, aren't you crazy too?"

"Well," the knight chuckles, "it includes a friend of mine, surely his lovely fiancee would do him no harm."

"Fair," you huff, quickly losing all interest in this pointless banter and opting to peck the cheek of your lover, sweetly murmuring, "missed you so bad…"

Halfdan snickers when he hears his superior's shuddering exhale - whatever you told him has the usually collected man crumble because of your words.

"Hey, Halfdan, can you hoist her up?"

At that he hums, unwrapping his fingers from around your calves and putting flat palms under your feet.

"Well, if she manages to stand up and you hold her by the waist, there is a big chance she'll be sitting on your windowsill in a moment."

Dainsleif reaches for your middle section and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. With a powerful tug you are straightened up, held by your lover on one end and weight supported by Halfdan on the other, and with one more push you are lifted and securely seated where the blond wants you to with legs dangling outside.

"What an eventful night," the man dusts his hands off and rolls his shoulders a couple of times, "I deserve a raise for this, don't you think so, Captain?"

"I don't remember the protocols saying anything about honoring the knight for helping a woman sneak into their superior’s quarters," Dainsleif smirks, meanwhile helping you get inside the room, and Halfdan finally sees the man his friend is - for a moment he really thought his real self was destroyed by the monthly reports.

"Well, knight protocols maybe do not, but I am sure the woman in question has her conscience. You owe me one, remember it! But for now, have a great night love birds," saluting with a playful wink, Halfdan turns around and resumes the patrolling route Dainsleif suddenly remembers he assigned his friend to.

The window clicks closed and two lovers find their bodies in a tight embrace, almost knocking the chair nearby. Holding his breath, the blond expects the armor he put there earlier this evening to crash on the floor with disturbing loudness, but, thank whoever is listening, nothing falls.

Your lips find his again and all the worries disappear, leaving only one feeling coursing through his system - yearning. The remnants of drowsiness are gone, replaced with the sweet awareness of your proximity, chests pressed and mouths married, the union breathing life into his worn out body.

You two are kissing for what feels like eternity, as you are slowly stepping further and further into the room, until he slides back into his chair, with you descending onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripping onto your hips. Soft sighs caress each other’s skin, when you draw your faces away, and share a gaze full of love and adoration, both coming back to your senses, too drunk by the intimate display of affection.

The lover of yours relaxes in the back of the chair, smiling contently and bringing one of your hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, not even once taking his eyes off of your beloved face.

“So… Can I have an explanation?”

Your fingers brush against his lips and reach to tuck a lock behind his ear, baring his jawline. Your lips are on his pale skin in a second, ghosting butterfly kisses all over the length of it.

“Mhm… You haven’t come home in a few days and I figured you were busy and, most likely, miserable. I was planning to visit you, even if it meant hours of convincing the guards to let me in - after all I am not yet an official member of your family, - but just when I was crossing the garden I spotted Halfdan and asked him if he’d assist me in getting to you. He agreed, your window was closer than the entrance, and everything else is history. But hey! - it saved me time and efforts to get inside the legal way.”

“‘The legal way’ ,” the man snorts, the hold on your waist tightening and nose burying in your hair. “You know I should actually arrest you for entering the palace without permission?”

“Then arrest me,” you suddenly say and draw your face back to look up at him. “Arrest me for the night and keep me in your office under your unwavering gaze - it’d be such a shame to go and wake the dungeon warden at such an awful hour, wouldn’t it?”

“You,” Dainsleif shakes his head in disbelief, emotions bubbling in his chest, threatening to burst out in a laughter. “Halfdan is right - you are crazy.”

“Crazy with love for you,” you declare, cupping his face with both of your palms and peppering kisses all over his lovely visage. “Crazy enough to be up with you until you finish work.”

“And then?” He quietly muses , and your lips stretch into a soft smile, that promises you’ll stay.

“I think your office's sofa is quite comfortable to fit two people.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x fem!reader #dainsleif #genshin impact fluff

[queenfinehair]

The Bartender

(Pt. || Here)

Pairing: Modern!Halfdan x Fem!reader (No use of Y/N)

Warning: Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Mentions of abuse. Just, please, adults only.

Disclaimer: Moodboard is made by me from photos found on Pinterest. I do not claim ownership.

Plain and simple? It was sleazy. A dive bar to be crowned the best by those who frequented it and labeled trash by those who never set foot in. The drinks were watered down, cheap and bitter. So why were you there in this seedy joint?

Him. Again. Plain and simple, your boyfriend had finally done it this time. This time you meant it when you left with a swelling right eye. This bar just happened to be the darkest one you had come across and by God, you needed a drink and fast.

"What'll it be?" A napkin in place of a fancy coaster is slid in front of you and you look up. A deep pair of inquiring honey-brown eyes are searching your face, waiting for both an answer and explanation.

"Oh, uhm, strongest thing you have. Top shelf, please." You're already beginning to gather the money needed to pay for this liquid therapy. A snort of a laugh makes you look up suddenly though, frowning already at the attitude.

"Lady, top shelf here doesn't exist, but I know just what you need. Tequila, straight up with a splash of lime. Trust me."

He wasn't condescending in tone but in your fragile state it still made you both frustrated and teary eyed. You quickly wipe at your eyes and flinch at the contact. "And a raw steak as well..." you mutter under your breath and put a $50 on the bar counter.

"You wouldn't want that either. Again, trust me." He laughs from his belly this time and nods towards the lame kitchen doors. "Food here'll give you poisoning faster than the drinks."

This gets you to smile small and thank him for the drink, "keep 'em coming. I'd rather not feel this tonight."

Taking the money from you, the man pauses for a better glimpse under the dim lights. They're enough to hide from but he knew better. "You runnin' from this guy?"

Shaking your head you take a gulp of the harsh liquor and hiss, "I wouldn't say running, exactly..."

"But?" He holds up a finger to an already drunk man down the way, signaling that he'd have to wait just a minute longer.

Another gulp, another hiss and you look into his eyes, "I need to get away. I need to hide and this place seemed the perfect fit for that. No offense meant, by the way."

He shakes his head with a large grin forming on his lips. "None taken. I'm Halfdan, by the way."

"Interesting name." you begin with your own introduction to the strange man behind the bar. You take another gander and only then do you see that his face is covered in an intricate and intriguing tattoo. The ink was slightly faded and looked to be a shade of blue... or was it black? In these lights the details were easily blurred into obscurity so you just shrug off the color and continue with your drink, noting that Halfdan had left the bottle on the bar. He'd left to help another patron with his needs.

With him helping the drunk male you take it upon yourself to grab the bottle and fill your glass up, smiling to yourself as the liquid courses through your system. Your eye would hurt like hell in the morning, but for now you were content.

"Mark, I told you, you're at your limit." Halfdan swears under his breath as he walks back to where you're sitting and raises an eyebrow at the bottle plopped in front of you. "And you..." He begins slyly, playfully taking it back and grabbing another, stronger tequila. "This is what you'd rather have, I'm guessing."

You finally omit a laugh and nod with enthusiasm, "what happened to no top shelf?"

"That's mostly for people like him," he points with his head, the hair that sits to only one side oglf his head swaying with the movement. "Mark! Go on, get!"

The two men have words and as Halfdan jumps the bar to escort drunk Mark out you watch his build. Slim was the first thing you notice, his tight black t-shirt clinging to his sweating body. Dark blue jeans cling to his hips legs. You stare a moment longer at his ass before raising your brows in appreciation, turning back to the alcohol in front of you.

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"So you've been with this guy 6 months, think it's true love, he's jealous and finally he beats you?" Plopping a peanut into his mouth, Halfdan blows out a breath and shakes the hair from his eyes. "Shit."

The bar is empty now and the time is late. You both have been sharing the bottle of tequila and have moved to a booth. It's shabby, torn and red in color but it's much more comfortable than the stool you'd been sitting on before. A small bowl of peanuts sits in front of you that's being shared and you snort out a laugh now.

"In a nutshell," a peanut is held up with a smile, "that's what happened." And into your mouth it goes. Halfdan watches the movement with wry fascination before he talks again.

"You deserve better than a raw steak on your eye, ya know." He motions with a finger the the very piece of raw meat that he'd gotten out for you. Noting how brown and out of date the steak had been though, you politely had rejected.

You both take a shot and wash it down with the juice of half a lime, licking salt off of the opposite hand and laugh together at the synchronization of your actions.

The old jukebox plays a slower song and you sigh, closing your eyes and letting your head fall down and you groan.

"Ahh, nope. I don't think so, not on my watch." Halfdan slams his hands on the booth table and stands up, swaying slightly. "C'mon then, darling, let's dance the pain away. I'm not good at it but I'll try."

You take his outstretched hand and stand as well, walking with the taller man to the so-called dance floor, laughing at the scuffed linoleum. "I'm sure you dance fine." Your words slur and he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you close.

Your own arms wrap around Halfdan and his chin comes to rest on your head. The room sways with both your movements and the alcohol. A tear or two slides down your cheeks as you think of how nice this strange man is, far more kind than your ex-boyfriend.

"Halfdan..." you begin and as you move to look up, his glossy eyes catch your own. He looks from your eyes to your mouth and back again. The though crosses your mind as well and with so much of the liquid courage flowing through you both, you take the first move and kiss him.

He breaks away first, standing away from you now with both hands up in surrender, "I don't know..." He mutters your name and shakes his head before you take full control. Lightning courage has you in its hold as you close the distance.

"For some strange reason, Halfdan the Bartender... I trust you. Make me feel good. Better than I already do. Please."

He heaves a sigh and takes your hands in his, leading you to the door at the front, where he locks up, turns back and motions to you to follow him now, dropping your hands.

There's an upstairs to the bar hidden in the kitchen with slim, creaking stairs. A door stands in front of you as Halfdan works the locks, opening the stained door to a rather lovely living room.

"So," Halfdan admits sheepishly as he scratches the shaved side of his head, "Welcome to my place. Let's get comfortable."

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Tags; @naaladareia

#vikings #halfdan fanfic #halfdan the black x reader #halfdan fic #halfdan x reader #halfdan the black x fem!reader #part two coming very soon #i promise for it to be better and spicier #vikings fanfiction #vikings fic #vikings fandom #halfdan the black #modern!Halfdan #also #liquid therapy? best thing I've written yet #quick read through and i hope i caught all mistakes

[reginrokkr]

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈. Carrier of Khaenri’ah’s true essence.

Khaenri’ah… didn’t fall, did it? Since you’re still here… I love how this beautiful line is given a new reading with the inclusion of what the Alberich Clan tried to do for the country but ultimately failed. During Requiem of the Echoing Depths, one of the things that struck the hardest to me is that Dain didn’t want to allow the Abyss Order sully the Black Knight Serpents’ honor and the hilichurls’ wish to spend their last breath in the Chasm under their own terms (both groups compatriots of the Abyss Order, mind you).

It’s a really nice touch to think that another possible meaning to Halfdan’s words is that he was referring to someone who’s carrying Khaenri’ah at its purest, without all the wrong of it that couldn’t be mended and that’s transcending death / the divine wrath and subsequent curse. Because despite all the darkness surrounded in it, that kingdom still stands as mankind’s pride due to everything it achieved against all odds and without the gods’ help.

#◟༺✦༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊ #there’s still a possibility #that Dain lied to him #to make him feel better #in his official passing #but to be fair I’d like to think #that with what little self-awareness and intelligence #Halfdan had left in him after so long #that he had some semblance of awareness #specially if he could recognize the Abyss Order #or their deeds as something #that was plausible to happen #during the Khaenri’ahn days #and if following this #he was meaning if there’s still #something good from Khaenri’ah left— #I swear this really wrecks me fbsjfb #mobile post so bound to be ugly btw #will fix it when I get on the laptop

[dutybcrne]

Halfdan absolutely loved each and every chance he got to participate in any tournaments in Khaenri’ah. Win or lose, he was sure to be all smiles throughout the whole event.

Except when he is in Full Focus Mode.

#hc; halfdan #//You could Tell a tournament was coming up solely by gauging how much better of a mood Dan’s been in #//He’s usually all smiles and happy; but upcoming tournaments have him like a kid awaiting Christmas #//All jittery with excitement and everything; he’s almost like a puppy #//Never once frowns; just kinda purses his lips in focus or a pout of anything #//Esp if a certain someone happened to see him lose a bout #//But even that didn’t last very long bc he’d get alll hyped up watching his mates and THEIR fights #//He just rlly likes showing off his strength and skill #//Not in a cocky way; more like ‘Look! look! What I Can Do!!! :D’ kinda way nfbfbb

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

To be in the favor of Gods... PART 2.

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Part 1 here.

Bjorn leaned close to your brother, looking after Aslaug's retreating form, taking you away. You take one last look at your brothers over your shoulders.

-It was a mistake bringing her here. - he said.

-It was a mistake your brother dared to touch her. - Harald answered, jaw clenching.

When the door closed behind you and Aslaug, the music resumed in the hall.

-Tell me one good reason not to cut your throat. - Aslaug threatened.

You smirked when you thought about your standing here.. Now that the secret is out, you were untouchable, the most valuable thing.

-Well you see my queen.. in the upcoming raids with my brothers i suppose you would like to know if they will be succesful or not, will you lose any of your sons or not.. will your fears become simple facts in the future... The gods speak through me, they speak way clearer than with any of the seers, any of the priests. I may only tell what the gods allow me to tell, but i assure you you need me more than i need any of you.

She dropped the knife. It was true, they needed you.

-One may find comfort in not knowing one's future. I'll say this my queen. If you do wish your son a happy life, you wont ask what did i see, for you'd easily change the course of it. - you said before leaving the room.

As you opened the door an anxious man stood there. Ubbe. He lifted his hand, he wanted to say something. But you just passed him to join your brothers. Just as you entered the great hall, Ragnar stopped you, looking for any signs of his wife offending you. One drop of blood rested on the smallest cut on your neck. He gently wiped it with his finger and licked it.

Suddenly his blue eyes swirled, he saw what you saw, when he touched you. He saw himself laying in a dirty pit, filled with snakes. You could not tell the year, you could not tell if he aged when it happened. But you both saw his death. He cupped your face.

-The secrets that must plague you dear (Y/n), it is not an easy life, is it? May the gods bless your strong spirit... -he said before planting a small kiss on your forehead.

Ubbe caught up with you, but his father stopped him. You sat inbetween your brothers. You know that after this you'll leave in the morning. They may even risk raiding separately. It is not often you are able to be free, to enjoy life. They know that most of the things you see plague you. They haunt you in your dreams. If there would be a guarantee, you'd be selfish enough to marry just to lose your abilities, but your home, your family is more important. You cannot let what you've seen become true. You'd lose everything.

The next morning you are standing in the front of your ship when Halfdan comes up behind you.

-What's bothering you (Y/n)?

-You cannot take me to the raid.

-Nonsense, we need you. Why would you say that?

-We need to eliminate the possibility of me meeting that man again. - was all you said, but he understood.

-I'll talk to Harald. -he said before retreating to the back of the ship.

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A month later you are standing on the edge of an open field. Both your brother and Ragnar refused to let you stay back. You kept to yourself and your tent, only talking when giving advice and the needed prophecies to win the battle.

You crouch down, taking a handful of the grass and earth, smelling it before looking up to the sky.

-You need to divide. They are prepared to attack from 3 sides, you cannot go in there with all the men and women for you'd just be needlessly slaughtered. Wait it out. Let a small group go in first, then as they come, circle them, give them some of their own medicine. - you smirked at them, as Harald gave your forehead a kiss, letting you back to your tent. They didn't let you fight if it wasnt neccessary. You were one of the greatest shieldmaiden, but also the most important now.

Ubbe looked after you as you retreated. Ragnar slapping his shoulder.

-You cannot eye here like that son. Do you not see how her brothers stare daggers at you? She is someone one can't have.

-There is just something about her that...

-There is everything about her... i get it, i was like that with your mother as well. But she is different, she has her brothers.. You must forget her.

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Whrn the battle is won, and the feast is at it's peak, you are sitting outside alone, silently sobbing. Bjorn comes out, he first wanted to let you cry out there alone, but then his heart got the better of him.

-What's wrong (Y/n)?

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

-I laugh and i cry, and i'm haunted by things i never meant nor wished to say.

-I-i don't underst.... - he said but you cut him off by cupping his face.

-You must protect your brothers and father tomorrow. They will be careless, you musnt let todays victory be tomorrows funeral. When the time comes, save them, do not thing of anybody else. Nor me, nor my brothers. Just them. I need you to promise me Bjorn.

-I.. i promise. - he said with a sigh. He sat with you until dawn, in silence. You stood up to retreat to your tent, as a thank you, you slowly kissed his cheek. Wishing, praying to the gods to make him strong enough to keep his promise.

The gods didn't let you know much about todays battle, only that you told Bjorn. You had seen you will be taken, your family injured. You knew they wouldn't listen to you, you had to save as much as you could. The battle was in full motion, when Bjorn took a look back at the camp, soldiers were taking you. He stood there watching, remembering what he promised you hours before. The king must have caught word of your abilities. Your brothers sprinting towards you as you plead for them to go back. Ubbe and Ragnar steps closer too, but Bjorn stops them.

When it was over Ubbe ran up to him, drawing his sword in anger.

-HOW COULD YOU LET THEM TAKE HER?

Bjorn just stood there motionless, in silence. Head hung low.

Ragnar stopped Ubbe's sword just as he was about to slash Bjorn.

-I know you are angry son, but this is NOT the way..

Bjorn took a spear and broke it on his leg before throwing it in the direction they took you.

-You think i didn't wanna save her? Hours ago she made me promise with tears in her eyes that no matter what i see, i'll protect you, and only you, for she knew i couldn't stop his brothers. SHe must have seen this coming.

-AND NOW SHE'LL DIE AT THEIR HANDS. - Ubbe said before walking away.

-We need to get her back. - Ragnar said already thinking of negotiating with Ecbert.

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A month later Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki and Bjorn were sitting around a table with King Ecbert and his bishop. You were in a simple, dirty gown, chained at the feet of his throne. Your skin where they could see was bruised, you lost weight for they didn't give you much to eat.

-A feisty whore you have here Ragnar, i know of her gifts, but she refuses to help me regardless of the punishments. If she wasn't so valuable to you i would've burned her already.

-King Ecbert, i came to propose a deal.

-I'm listening.. - he said intrigued.

-You let her come with us, and we leave your lands. -your eyes shot up, silently pleading for them not to, which ended in a knight slapping you so hard, you lost consciousness.

-You leave my lands, and i'll let her go... Seems like a reasonable exchange if she is really worth that much to you.

The bishop cut in.

-Sire i still think we should burn the witch, for the Holy God is upset with us, negotiating with the heathens.

-There will be no burning bishop, we take her and leave first light.

-Fine. - Ecbert said as he motioned with his hand to release you from the chains. You tried to stand up, to take that few steps towards your people, but you couldn't. As you braced for the impact, it never came, instead you were caught in Bjorn's hands, carrying you princess style.

In the safety of his arms, you let yourself sleep in peace for the first time in months. When you woke up, you were in your tent, heavy arms around you, heat on your face. You clinged to him so hard, he couldn't let you go, so here you were, waking up with your face to his chest, laying on your sides on the soft furs. When he felt you stir, he held you closer.

-Rest, i won't do anything. - he murmured, gently caressing the back of your head. That's when he heard small sniffles.

-I... i couldn't do anything.. i ... the god's don't talk to me anymore..

-They letting you rest, for you sacrificed yourself for us. - he said before looking at your face, caressing the bruises.

As you let him do it, the gods showed you pictures of his future, the first thing you saw after a month was you in his arms, naked, kissing passionately as he whispered words of love and protection, you saw a wedding, with a faceless bride, her white dress soaked in blood. Your eyes shot up to him as you tried to put some distance between you two. He knew you saw something, but knre better than to ask.

-It's alright, i won't ask. Come, rest a bit more, i promise i'll be gone when you wake up next. - he said as you settled in his arms once again.

#harald #halfdan #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x you #ubbe x reader #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #bjorn x you #bjorn x reader #ragnar #ragnarsson #vikings

[popcorn1989]

If you ask the Viking boys how their day was

Ivar the God

Glad you are interested in him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Halfdan the Bored

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

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

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

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

When you look sideways, bored, he nudges you.

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

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

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

Hvitserk the Drunkenness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bjorn the Grumpy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Floki the Madman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#vikings #ivar x reader #vikings fandom #vikings hvitserk #ivar ragnarsson #vikings x reader #hvitserk x you #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #vikings floki #halfdan #Halfdan x You #Floki x you #floki the boat builder #bjorn x reader #bjorn ironside #Bjorn x you

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Being Married To Halfdan Would Include...

-Him still being kind of nervous about holding you out in public or in general because he thinks that you are such a delicate little thing.

-During the feasts he often pulls you on his lap because he wants you to be close to him and it also reminds everyone else that you are his and to not even try to do anything to you.

-Him loving all the attention that you give him. He especially loves when you hug him and kiss him whenever you both wake up. He won't admit it, but it gives him little butterflies when you do that.

-Him always telling you that you shouldn't go into battles because he does not want you getting hurt and possibly end up dead. He would not be able to live with himself if that had happened. He always makes sure to tell you how much he loves you before he goes out travelling for battles because there is always a possibility of him not coming back to you alive.

-He will always try to do sweet and romantic gestures for you but sometimes ends up failing to do so but you both end up laughing at it anyways and you think it is sweet either way.

-He will fuck you in any way that you want him to because he just loves you so much and he wants to please you in any way he possibly can. So, if you ask for it he will most likely give it to you.

-He will have no problem telling his brother to keep his eyes off of you even if it ends up in the two of them fighting over you. He hates when his brother is looking at you because it seems like Harald has gotten anything he has wanted in his life and for once Halfdan is getting what he wants and he does not want it taken away from him.

-Him admitting to you that he did not want to have kids before he had met you. But then when he had met you and you became something so special to him he thought that maybe kids would not be such a bad thing especially if it made you so happy to have kids.

-He loves to tell you how beautiful you are because he loves the smile on your face every time that he says that to you. He also loves how shy you get when he says that when you to are out in public.

#norway #scandanavia #imagines #vikings #viking #halfdan imagines #halfdan the black imagine #halfdan x reader #halfdan the black #hafdan the black x reader #vikings headcanon #vikings headcanons #halfdan imagine