#ivar lodbrok

[axelsagewrites]

Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

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As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

 You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

-

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

-

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

-

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

-

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?”  Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

-

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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Adrift Chapter 20) Charge

.-.-.

The Morvan was a mountainous area that had a rich flora and fauna. Wild flowers bloomed, primroses, figwort, wood anemones, wild daffodils. Raspberries and strawberries were widespread. Birds found it a paradise, buzzards, hawks and falcons preyed on the much smaller sparrows, magpies and swallows. Small hunters such as foxes and badgers kept the rabbit, hare, and squirrel population under control. Deer were also frequent visitors of the beautiful area.

For the first time since Ivar had been dragged through the walls of the castle of de Haar, food was abundant. It was bittersweet, because every bite seemed to turn to ash in his mouth. 

As the last ember of the campfire diminished, he chose the solitude of the forest, crawling far away from their camp once dawn spared him enough light. 

Truth was; he could not stand to be in the presence of the maidens. It was like an avalanche; the thickness of the air as he dared to think of either one of them. It choked him as he submerged himself in his own flagellating thoughts. He had to face the fact that one maiden would never trust him again if she knew what he did with the other.  

Ivar hadn’t feared much in his life, but he’d rather drown than read this betrayal in Piglet’s dark eyes. 

“I know Utstott, I fucked up,” Ivar agreed with a deep huff as his faithful companion nipped sharp at his earlobe, digging his claws into his shoulder. The white raven hopped a little aside, agitated.

It pained Ivar to confess; but there were moments he missed being locked inside the walls of the castle of de Haar. Life had been cruel; but simple. Everything wore either the color white or black; everyone was simply the enemy. His days were mundane and well-organized; survive, endure, feed the pigs, eat as many scraps as you can. He did not need to think nor feel, simply because he lacked the strength, and hunger occupied every inch of his being, too much to care about anything or anyone else. 

Now that those cherished walls had crumbled, everything else started to grab him by the throat. There wasn’t any pain nor hunger to occupy his mind, body and soul. And in all honesty, he’d love to trade places with his former self locked inside that dingy shed; because he struggled so dearly with coming to terms with these feelings. 

“Oh Utstott, if I could trade bodies just for a day,” Ivar reminisced to the white raven and swallowed a large lump in the back of his throat as he watched the bird lift itself atop the wind and leave him all alone in his solemness. 

The guttural distraught cry of Piglet made all the hairs of his neck and arm bristle. His entire body snapped toward the sound and into fight-mode. 

Following Utstott’s rushed caws, Ivar dragged his lower body forth as fast as he could. At the camp, he spotted Valeríe huddling underneath the ox-wagon, both animals bucking and bolting at the forestline. “Where is she?!” Ivar shouted in panic, crawling agitated underneath the wagon once he did not receive an immediate answer. Dragging her palms away from her face he gave her a harsh shove. “WHERE IS SHE?!” he repeated, screaming this time as Piglet’s scream echoed through the maze of trees. “I don’t know!” Valeríe cried out, “there was a wild boar, it attacked the oxes, she tried to distract them and it went after her.” The muscles in his arms tightened and for a moment air evaporated from his lungs. A damn boar. He let go of Valeríe immediately, trudging toward the immediate danger. A damn boar, his nostrils flared and he shouted out: “PIGLET, FIND A TREE, HIDE UP HIGH!” The head of a wild boar could take up a third of its body. They were unpredictable, once they started to charge it was almost impossible to outrun them. Their razor sharp tusks could do a lot of damage, if not be lethal.

In blind panic Ivar pushed himself through bushes, crushing ferns, hitting his knees over tree roots until he finally spotted Piglet. 

Of all damn trees she could have picked she’d taken refuge into a gaunt elm tree of not even ten winters old. Screaming at the top of her lungs she only agitated the four legged furry monster, who was growling and charging the tree trunk over and over again. 

Ivar had the advantage of being on higher ground, and was given the bird's eye view of the situation. He would have had a clear shot, if he’d possessed a bow and arrow, or any other weapon. But Piglet’s distress call had casted all logic from his system and so it was time for a rash decision. 

He threw himself downhill, making as much noise as was humanly possible. Once his body rolled into view it stunned the wild boar for a mere moment. And then the animal did what Ivar hoped it would do; it focused on a new target. Him. 

The collision was so powerful it nearly knocked him out. The agitated squeals of the feral animal kept him conscious and, instinctively, he covered his face in his arms. The speed of the animal was incredible, before Ivar could brace himself for another attack the animal charged at him again. His body scraped over the uneven terrain, curling into fetal position; the third charge was the worst; the animal trampled over him. His view started to turn black and Ivar sensed that if he did not fight back the mauling would not end. 

Reacting out of sheer willpower, Ivar managed to sit up and block the forth collision by grabbing the fierce sharp tusks. The animal squealed high and in pain. Although his sight started to fail him, Ivar caught a glimpse of Piglet bracing herself atop the animal, stabbing her dagger inside the boar’s broad neck over and over again. At the sight of her, Ivar managed to draw in one long breath and steady the vigorously bucking animal. 

It was Ivar’s last image; Piglet's trembling hands, chin and lips, covered in blood before collapsing. 

.-.-.

Valeríe had seen her fair share of maladies, but the sight of the massacred boar left a bad taste in her mouth and an everlasting image for her nightmares. The unrestrained weeping from the bloody maiden would be the soundtrack of said nightmares.

Lifeless, the cripple lay on his side, the boar's tusks had ripped the skin of his face open from his lower lip, over his upper lip all the way up to his cheekbone. He must be bleeding from other places too; Valeríe had watched in horror how the wild boar’s hooves had stomped all over him. 

“Hamar, hamar!” Piglet whaled, shaking the unconscious form by the shoulders, “hamar, don’t leave me, hamar!” Quivering from head to toe, she pressed a hand to his throat, bringing her face close to his chest. 

Their eyes met and locked, it took a lot of effort for the veiled maiden to repose her venomous tone to address her.

“He’s breathing, barely, go get water, clean clothes, hurry!” Valeríe found herself reacting obediently to the barking commands of the other young woman. Once Valerie returned with the requested items, the two of them performed a small miracle; the cripple opened his eyes. He clutched his chest to gasp for air and heave, blood stained saliva drooling from his slack jaws. 

Piglet shouted at him to breathe, he gurgled up more blood, face shaking from side to side, pressing into the dry terrain while trying to inhale. But it was hard on him, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His breathing quickened and he gasped as if he was choking on his own breath. 

‘He is’, Valeríe realized, she’d seen it happen once or twice before when customers drank themselves into near oblivion. She got down on her knees and clasped her hand over his mouth, cutting off the airflow. She had to brace her grip around his face, eyes snapping open in blind panic and head twisting and turning. 

Piglet must have known what she tried to do, because objectively it appeared she was trying to smother him. The unrelenting glare she gave to go forth told Valeríe she trusted her as far as she could throw her, but she did not stop her when she pressed both hands on the cripple’s mouth to prevent him from squirming out of her grip.

“Hamar, breath! Slow deep breath, from here” Piglet shouted, pressing her hand down below his ribs. Both flinched once the cripple let out an awful moan followed by a lot of gurgling, bloody bubbles foamed up from Valeríe hands and the gasping started all over again.

It dawned on Valeríe that she had no idea what damage might have erupted on the inside and in horror she stared at her bloody hands and her grip eased for a mere moment. 

He was fast, given he was in such a state. He gripped her palms with both his hands and started twisting them. Valeríe cried out and was about to let go, not wanting both her wrist to be broken.

“IVAR!” Piglet exclaimed at the top of her lungs and he jerked his head into her direction.

“Don’t fight, breathe, please, breathe!” She exclaimed, bracing both her palms on his temples. For a moment Valerie thought Piglet was going to kiss him, leaning in until the tips of their noses touched.

“You are viking Ivar, breathe!” She pleaded, keeping his head firmly pressed into the dirt. His grip around Valeríe’s wrists eased, his animosity of her hold evaporated and changed, instead of fighting her he clung to her, like a small child did to the skirts of his mother. He drew in a sharp breath and gasped and of all of the things she could do, Piglet started singing. 

A small shadow circled over their heads and the white raven Valeríe had seen before landed on Piglet’s shoulder cocking his head from side to side to watch the cripple slowly catch back his breath. In and exhaling through his nose his breathing went from shallow to deep, gasping every few breaths. 

The troublesome gasps eventually dissipated, but Piglet never stopped singing. Not when she rose up to fetch water and rip apart pieces of clean clothing, not when she pragmatically started to tear open his tunic to locate more damage. 

There it was again, that intimacy in their actions. Although Ivar still held Valeríe’s wrist in a dead grip his focus lay on Piglet and although his body was in pain his gaze was at ease, exhausted but relieved. 

  As Piglet tore away layers of fabric, a blotched path of hoove shaped bruises came into view. The large animal had run over his chest. 

Piglet’s song paused once she worked her way down his legs. There were two skin deep tissue lacerations on his thigh. Before more blood could flow from the wounds, Piglet pressed the clean rags over them and started bandaging them further up. 

Piglet refocused her attention back at Valeríe imposing the same utilitarian tone: “this needs stitches, I can’t do it here,” evidently asking was too much effort. Instead, Piglet nudged toward Ivar’s shoulders. 

As the pair of maidens dragged the cripple, Piglet resumed her sweet song.

.-.-.

A/N: Did I spend half a night on ‘wild boar attacks?’ You bet I did! Ok, can I just say how utterly devoted Ivar is to Piglet? It did not take him a second to throw himself into battle to keep her out of harm's way. Now can we rewind back to tv-show-Ivar? Who claimed to love a certain maiden, then beat her and eventually murder her child? Yeah, adrift-Ivar is so rocking this redemption arc. And isn’t it wonderful that it takes just about a violent death to make Piglet pick up speaking again? This maiden and her grudges…

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

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[dreamonseems]

Líf

Don't mess with my wife

- Ok this is my first Ubbe fanfic it's short but kinda cute lol 😅

- I'm going to make this a series of one-shot stories, about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order just random stories about their lives.

Summary: Girl flirts with Ubbe. He warns her he's married, and his wife doesn't like other people trying to take what's hers.

Ubbe and his brothers were on a hunting trip, their pray led them to a nearby village. They decided to stay there for the night.

As they were talking to some of the farmers from the village. A young woman, approached them with some water for them to drink. Her father one of the farmers asked her to fetch it for them.

The woman was beautiful, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Ubbe's brother's eyes were all on her. Hvitserk the horny man that he is even tried his best to approach the young lady. Later that night while they were out by the fire. but she plain out refused him. As his brothers laughed at his attempt.

No one noticed but her eyes lay elsewhere. The minute the sons of Ragnar step foot in the village. She only noticed Ubbe she thought he was so handsome, especially his eyes. Deep bright blue eyes gave her shivers when she looked into them.

She heard him talking about his wife to his brothers. She didn't care so many men she knows sleep with other women why would he turn her down?

So the young lady approached Ubbe with a coy smile and began to flirt with him.

At first, Ubbe was taken aback by her advances. He had always been faithful to his wife and had no interest in this stranger. But the woman persisted, and soon, Ubbe began to feel uncomfortable. Finally, he turned to her and said,

"I appreciate your interest, but I am a married man. My heart belongs to my wife, Y/N. She is my soul mate and the love of my life."

The woman looked disappointed, how could he turn her down she has never experienced this before. Man fall to her feet. but Ubbe continued, "And let me tell you something. My wife is not someone to mess with. She used to be a great shieldmaiden, and she can handle herself in a fight. So you need to watch your step."

With that, Ubbe turned and walked away, leaving the young woman behind.

The next morning they made their way back to Kattegat, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have Y/N by his side. She was his partner in every sense of the word, and he knew that he would never betray her trust.

When he returned home, he told Y/N about the encounter with the young woman. She listened with a small smile on her face, knowing that her husband was truly devoted to her.

Together, they laughed about the young woman's audacity, and Y/N joked, "She wouldn't stand a chance against me anyway."

Ubbe smiled and pulled her close, grateful for the strong, fierce, and loving woman he had by his side. He knew that they were truly blessed to have found each other in this life, and he vowed to always protect their love, no matter what challenges they might face.

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[imeanwhynotbruv]

The Lothbrok wildlings

Vikings and Wolves

<my game of thrones / Vikings crossover Fic on ao3>

Decided to do a bit of a visual thing to see what the family look like in the early chapters, so I found pictures as close to the age of the characters in the Fic, tho some are different.

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Fic ages (beginning)

Bjorn : 14

Ubbe : 10

Hvitserk : 8

Sigurd : 7

Ivar : 6

(Were adapted to fit the story)

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Most of the clothes fit pretty well, tho because they’ve just crossed the wall they’d all still be in their fur coats & their hair styles would be a bit different ( Eg Lagertha would put up Sigurd and Ivar’s hair in something simple)

• • •

I’ve taken some liberties with how they interact with each other to make them a close family unit,

like now Sigurd and Ivar actually like each other, but still bicker.

Ivar is still ruthless and dangerous, but in a slightly more controlled way? If that makes sense?

Without giving away too much, Sigurd and Ivar are totally mamas boys with Lagertha

Ubbe follows Bjorn like a duckling and Bjorn actually likes it (tho he’ll still mess around and act grumpy cuz he’s a kid)

Hvitserk tends to swap what parent he’s following but does go with Ragnar more often.

Hvitserk is a scared little kid a lot but also doesn’t have a filter, he’s just one of those brutally honest children (he still become a viscous warrior when he grows up)

Bjorn is insanely protective of his younger brothers, living over the wall was never easy and he wants to keep the safe, especially after Gyda died

Lothbrok wildings

Slight differences between the Vikings and the wildlings

They are technically a type of wildling as that’s what anyone beyond the wall would call them, but to other wildlings and to themselves they are considered Vikings

They still have the same beliefs as Vikings

The Vikings are still dangerous warriors who (because of multiple generations) have adapted to be able to withstand the cold better than others

The Vikings live in Kattegat and are almost entirely self sufficient, but they do interact with other wildlings for trading purposes

Vikings don’t trust Crows and have only had very few interactions that didn’t end in death

The Vikings still speak Norse as there used to be more of them, but over time they spread out and joined other clans, so it’s only the true Vikings (like the lothbroks) that speak Norse as their first language and lots of the other wildling languages second, few of them speak common tongue like Ragnar who learned it when he was younger

That’s about it for now 😅 because I don’t want to accidentally give things away, but yeah now you get get a better idea of what the boys look like.

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[bluemargotrobbie]

LAGERTHA Y EL LEGADO DE RAGNAR ☠️⚔️

Era entendible las miradas de odio de los hijos de Ragnar y aquella bruja...aunque las de Seren también lo eran, perdió a su madre por su venganza pero las de su hijo ...esa si le dolían más. Nunca la había mirado así

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

🖋: Sol_Andersen93 (wattpad)

🌎: vikings

💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

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[vikingsmasterlist]

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[katttiia]

Ragnar's sons will be remembered!

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[gertrud-rl-ll]

Staring down from this hill seeing all the dead men being taken away by valkyries, hearing Thor's hammer hitting his anvil in the distance to now hearing thousands of crow croaking and a man dressed in all black with long ashen hair walking around the dead with a crow on his shoulder and a spear in his hand he points to in the direction of the forest and slowly drags his spear to point to me. "Odin" spoken so quietly that only the wind can carry it, crows swarmed across the ashen haired man for a split second to reveal he is gone, I looked towards the forest to see that in the far distance you can see smoke dancing across the winds." Brother!" I being to walk towards the forest as I hear rollo ask me "what is it?" As he got off the ground he was laying on to than follow me."I believe we have a friend in the forest" I point to the smoke in the sky, rollo was confused till he saw where I was pointing and said"so you want us to go and see who it is it could be more of them at a camp sight it is only us we can not risk it" I was considering his words but something inside me was just telling me that it wasn't more people to kill."I will go without you than if you don't wish to join" I began my track towards the smoke I could hear my brother groan at me before hearing his thumping footsteps, I smirk and chuckled as I shook my head at my brother sounding like a little boy not wanting to do what was asked.it toke us a while to get very close to the smoke it was already turning dark in this now gloomy looking forest I could hear my brother breathing become raged probably from rage as we haven't reach where the smoke begins that or he is hungry, snapping of twigs could be heard as well as goats and geese I stopped my track and turned to rollo and put a finger to my lips and slowly begin to move forward again to see the small cottage and farm and a woman dressed in farming clothes that seemed torn on her shoulder and near her leg exposing her rigid anger looking scar that was definitely new, you could hear her huffing as digs more dirt from the soil. I turned around to speak quietly with rollo only for him to make a wrong step and step on a thick twig what made the loudest snap ever, I looked at rollo with wide eyes and stop breathing the next thing I feel is a graze on my ear and a thud of something embedding itself deep into the the thick trees and got a glimpse of the object it was a ax rollo was shocked to but quickly his face turned red once more and grabbed his own ax and began to run at the woman. I followed his movements still shocked from the ax in the tree but shock it off and ran after rollo grabbing his shoulder and yanking him backwards to putting myself between him and the woman, I put my hand up in front of rollo and said wait and gave him a nod to say to him if anything else happens than you can attack. I turned slowly to the woman and started at her feet and making my gaze up her figure. She was positioned like a shield maiden almost I could easily knock her off her feet but than I saw the blood on front of her clothes that went from the bottom of her dress to the top of her chest I looked and her arms that were raised but this time in her hand was a sword that had blood on it something inside me once again was telling me that she would not kill me. I slowly put both hands up in front of her to show I hold nothing as my eyes finally make it was to her face her eyes were so clear but showed fire in her blueish green eyes you could see the anger but how uncomfortable she was with us being there I spoke slowly to her and say "we won't touch you as long and you don't attack us" she seemed to understand and she slowly put her arms down still holding tight to the sword like a death grip while taking a few steps back to give even more space in case of a surprise attack.

(Just a taste from my Ragnarxocxlagertha book the rest is on Wattpad please tell me if you like and I shall continue)

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[madamechoukette]

Ragnar : Time for plan G.

Bjorn : Don’t you mean plan B?

Ragnar : No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Ubbe : What about plan D?

Ragnar : Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Hvitserk : What about plan E?

Ragnar : I’m hoping not to use it. Sigurd dies in plan E.

Ivar : I like plan E.

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[popcorn1989]

14: The Night of Summer solstice *2

Characters: Ivar & Ragnar (Others)

Warning: Celebration, drunkenness, harmony, fun, stupid ideas

Words: 2035

Look here for the related short stories or for other stories: Here

Once again, nature showed Ivar that these feasts were only for entertainment, because even though they had lit the fire, it started to rain and everyone went back to the great hall. His brothers sat together, and even Sigurd had joined them again. Ivar, lost in thought, played with the candle and let his fingers run through the flames again and again. When he looked up, he noticed that Sigurd had been watching him.

He raised his cup to toast him, Ivar licked his lips and took his cup and did the same. There were quiet days between them, too, but it always seemed a little suspicious to Ivar. "Ubba," Bjorn called, walking past his brothers and tugging on Ubba's long braid as he took a drink. The contents of his cup poured over Ubba's face, he started coughing and tried to hit the laughing Bjorn, but he had already moved away again and reached Ragnar.

Everyone laughed and Hvitserk, who sat next to Ubba, was the loudest of all, when he wanted to drink something, Ubba did the same and pulled the long hair of Hvitserk, to whom the same thing happened, he shook his head, like a dog and so the beer that ran down his face splashed all over the table. Sigurd and Margrethe dodged, but she didn't seem to be having any fun, now and then she looked at Ivar. He always nodded in a friendly way, which made her look away again, he found her annoying, no matter what was going on between them.

On the table were several Jugs, with various alcohol, beer, whiskey, gin and wine. Ivar watched as Sigurd stood up and mixed it all together in his cup, "I bet none of you can drink as much as I can" he spoke gleefully as he put down his full cup and just grabbed another one that wasn't his. It wasn't long before there were four mixed cups in front of him. "I bet I can do it" Hvitserk spoke and did the same like Sigurd. Ubba laughed and helped him fill cups and put them in front of him. Ivar knew that Sigurd will lose, because only Hvitserk was used to drink a lot, no matter how much he had before.

He was about to take his cup when Ubba reached for it. Ivar lifted the cup and grinned, he tilted his head "This is mine, you don't get it for your stupid ideas" Ubba just grinned and stood up, while Hvitserk filled the fifth cup. Ubba took the cups from other tables and got, from the owner for it very much boo shouts, but it did not take long when a large crowd of men gathered in front of their table, curious about what the boys were up to. Even Ragnar had stood up and stood next to Hvitserk, who now had ten cups in front of him, even Sigurd had been busy, he had one more cup than Hvitserk.

"You can't win" he spoke and Sigurd chortled "of course i can, I learn from the best, my brother" - "It will cauterize your delicate throat, Sigurd" all the men and women laughed, at Hvitserk's words and Ivar also grinned at his blond curly haired brother. Bjorn approached his brother, he lifted the first cup from Sigurd and looked to Ubba, he did the same to Hvitserk. Both brothers, eager to duel, stood up and grinned at each other. Ivar clasped his hands together and watched the action curiously. The men and women started a bet, many voted for Hvitserk, but here and there were also votes for Sigurd.

Someone slammed the bag of gold on the table, this was the starting signal. Ubba and Bjorn spat into the first drink and handed it to their brothers. Sigurd carefully sipped the drink and screwed up his face, but his sips became faster and faster. Hvitserk, on the other hand, was already on the second cup, not letting himself get out of character at all. No matter how much Ubba annoyed him by pulling his hair, grabbing him under the armpit or trying to tickle him. "Swallow like a mountain goat, you pretty boy," Ivar shouted, to Sigurd, who reached for the second cup.

He smiled, a little taken back, "Don't give up, it was your idea" laughed Ivar. Sigurd sat down and drank, motivated by Ivar's words. Hvitserk, on the other hand, was already on his third cup, not making a sound. But on Sigurd's third cup, the unbelievable happened, which Ivar really, really.....really... had not expected. Sigurd coughed and vomited all over the table. Hvitserk was reaching for the fifth cup when it happened and looked at Sigurd in disgust. The crowd murmured, grumbled and cheered and some of them left the spectacle without saying a word.

Bjorn held the curls of Sigurd as he threw up on the table one more time, and Ubba and Hvitserk left their post as fast as they could as the vomit flowed to them. "I think you won Hvitserk" Ubba spoke into his ear and patted his shoulders "I think I'm going to bed" he spoke and left his brothers, he gave Ivar a quick pat on the shoulder as he walked by, the crowd slowly dispersed and began to continue celebrating in their own groups.

Hvitserk grabbed the gold bag before sitting down next to Ivar, who looked at him with admiration. "Nothing? So really nothing at all?" he asked him. Hvitserk sat still and looked at him for a long time until he shook his head. Even the women left the table, whether it was the smell that drove them away, Ivar could not tell.  Sigurd wiped his mouth with his sleeve and nodded to Bjorn "I need some fresh air" he spoke and Bjorn laughed "Well at least you tried, little brother" he reached around his shoulder and left the great hall with him. "I think I do feel it" Hvitserk spoke and slammed his forehead on the table, he stayed like that for some time. 

"I knew you would win" Hvitserk looked up "Huh, you were cheering him on" - "Yaha, but only to get more alcohol in him" he spoke and laughed "It worked" they both laughed as Ragnar sat down next to the two. He had watched the whole thing without a word, he picked up a cup and poured it out, onto the floor, before pouring himself some beer. "So this, is what my sons do in their spare time" he spoke and drank. "Had hoped they would take after me and dream of soon sailing across the sea and exploring lands of their own" he finished the sentence.

He looked from Hvitserk to Ivar. "Father, every night when I go to bed I think of this" Ivar spoke and smiled. Ragnar looked from Ivar to Hvitserk who nodded, but he couldn't help a belch "I'll be the best fighter someday" he spoke softly as he put his arms on the table and placed his head on it "Yeah sure" spoke Ragnar "The greatest fighter standing on the battlefield drunk" Hvitserk raised an index finger in reply, but he had his eyes closed, Ivar smiled at his brother before looking back at his father.

"But in fact, I have a request for you, Ivar" - "I'm in" - "Really?" - "Of course, whatever it is, I'll do it!" Ragnar started to grin, and watched the slave clean the table, she herself didn't look happy about it "It's a secret" Ragnar spoke and moved a bit closer to Ivar "Really?" he asked surprised and looked at Hivitserk, he nudged him, and he reluctantly woke up. He rubbed his face and sat up straight "Father ask for something, Hvitserk" - "Huh, yes good, I'm here" he spoke and moved closer to Ivar. He looked at his father, but it seemed that his mind was not really on the matter.

Ivar and Ragnar grinned as Hvitserk swayed further and further to the right, his eyes falling shut. They both waited, knowing what was going to happen, Ivar raised his hands as Hvitserk's head landed on his lap and he stayed there. "Well that was really exciting, are you ready to hear my request, Ivar?" - "Of course" Ivar spoke, smiling happily at his father. "You really have to do it though, I trust in you" he spoke and moved a bit closer to Ivar, he put a hand on Hvitserk's head and stroked his hair - Man, now don't make it so exciting - Ivar thought to himself as he watched his father lovingly touching his son.

"Come on, what do you want me to do" Ragnar, now, put his hand on Ivar's cheek and smiled at him "Catch me a frog" Ivar widened his eyes and looked at his father confused "Please what? Are you drunk?" Ragnar laughed and picked up his cup again "You promised just a moment ago" he imitated him and disguised his voice "No matter what it is father, I will do it" - "You can't really want me to catch a frog" - "No?" he asked now raising his eyebrows "What good will that do you old goat" - "I want to see if you can do it" - "And then?" - "I won't tell you" - "Oh man, you really drank a lot" - "Nope, I want a frog"

Ivar shook his head - I'm surrounded by idiots - he thought to himself "Catching a toad is not hard" - "Not a toad, a frog" Ragnar improved his son and slid a bit away from him "A frog?.... A simple frog?" - "No, those little green ones, with those nubs on their feet. Those little ones that are so fast. I think I'll put him in a jar. Maybe I'll give him a name, how about Ivar. Oh, of course Hvitserk can help you. What do they eat anyway? Never mind. You know, actually I want to test you, you said you'd do it. Don't shirk it" While his father was talking and looking at his cup instead of him, Ivar was playing with the long soft hair of his sleeping brother.

He just couldn't believe what his father was asking, "So you want a frog, really?" - "Yup" he spoke and grinned broadly "I'll ask you again tomorrow, just to make sure the alcohol isn't talking out of you" Ragnar's face became serious, and he looked at Ivar "If you don't want to do it, one of your brothers will" Ivar shook his head "No way" - "What do you mean?" - "Do you really think anyone will do your stupid idea?" Ragnar nodded - What are you up to? - Ivar thought to himself briefly as Ragnar stood up and messed up his hair.

"Knew, you were going to do that" - "Wait, what?" he asked stunned and looked after Ragnar who wasn't waiting for his answer at all, he stopped as Bjorn, brought in the pale Sigurd and slapped him so hard on the shoulders that he almost toppled out of his shoes. Ivar was confused, he looked at Hvitserk and wondered if his father was really serious and if so, what was the point? Was he perhaps just trying to keep him busy?

He traced Hvitserk's eyebrow with his finger, rather a gesture lost in thought. Looking up, he caught sight of Bjorn, who had almost reached him with Sigurd. "Can you put Hvitserk to bed right away, too?" Bjorn looked around, "Where is he" Ivar grinned and leaned back a bit, with both index fingers pointed in his lap. "Oh man, Lucky we don't celebrate that often" he spoke with a grim expression

"I am not your nanny after all" Sigurd grinned at Ivar and waved him as he was dragged away by Bjorn. - I could just paint Sigurd green, then father has his frog - he had to grin at the thought, but it died when Hvitserk tried to turn around and fell off the bench, he just managed to put a hand between the ground and his brother's head, however this didn't seem to bother Hvitserk. Ivar decided it was time to go to bed, he would follow Bjorn when he went to get his brother.

End

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[aaalllice]

Summer Love (Ivar x y/n x a girl)

Summary: Holidays in the new Manoir Lothbork, Hvitserk comes to introduce his new girlfriend, but unfortunately this one will be interested in y/n Ivar’s girlfriend.

Warning: slight mention of sex and insult

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day 1 before holidays

7 pm

The sun was always high in the sky, I love the summer, that feeling of still having the whole day ahead of us while we just finished the work. I just got out of the company building where I work, adjusted my headphones and rushed into the subway.

After entering a car just in time, I noticed that it is almost empty. I love the subway when there is no one, really, it’s hot but, it doesn’t matter, there is more space since people have already gone on vacation or are teleworking. I sit by the window and begin to let the music guide my thoughts.

*notification noise*

I look down lazily on my phone

*message from : Ivar the Grumpy*

I roll my eyes, what is it that still wants, since this morning, he does not stop finding excuses not to go on vacation, more precisely not to go on vacation with his family.

For a long time, Ivar and her family have been leaving every summer in their manor, it’s like a kind of tradition.

In our 5 years of relationship, I went "only" twice, but I love and get along well with his brothers, (perhaps less Sigurd), so I very quickly joined this tradition. Aslaug wasn’t happy at first, but it’s relaxed the next year. Ragnar was proud to introduce me to the manor, and especially, that I like to go fishing with him.

(y/n) You know I’m doing this with my dad so I’m used to it ;

(Ragnar) I am happy that you came, now the one who fishes the biggest has won! ;

Anyway

My gaze returns to the phone

*I don’t want to go!*

after having found almost all the excuses to make me change my mind here is Monsieur does the child

I blow, type two letters and send

*no*

a few seconds later

*no? You mean, no, we’re not going!! *

Why doesn’t he want to see his family? in addition this year there will be only his brothers and me, yes me because otherwise he would never have said yes (even if apparently he changed his mind) His parents had bought a "small" house further south and wanted to spend the summer with their little child, and the mothers were also invited to their home

*fuck you*

I turn off the device and it turns on again I didn’t pay attention to it, the metro slowed down for the 5th time since I rode in I finally got to my station stop

5 minutes before I get to my apartment, I begin to enter the avenue a good smell of pizza floated in the street I look at my watch, 19:25

Come on, why not I know I’m trying to eat healthier and be careful but fuck it So I go to the pizzeria, next to the subway exit

POV IVAR

but what a fool! She warned me she’d finish later, make sure she didn’t have to do anything during the holidays, but this is a long time

I was watching TV watching a football game, I was more focused on the screen off my phone, waiting for her message

Annoyed, I get up and walk to the fridge, no more fucking beer.

Well, if she doesn’t show up in five minutes, I’m not coming to family vacations, period

4 min, I walk in the small apartment, I really want her to come back but not within 4 min

2 min,1 min

The fist turns and she appears smiling with two boxes of pizza in her hand

(Ivar) shit ! ;

POV Y/N

he slumped on the couch with an angry look on his face

(y/n) well great reception, you didn’t want pizza ? ;

he nodded his head, and beckoned me to come with him I put the pizzas on the kitchen counter and sit on his legs

he smiles stupidly

(y/n) what ;

(Ivar) I no longer hurt ; he had a big smile on his face

(y/n) that’s great, really, I’m proud of you ;

(Ivar) I am not the one who is fixing my legs ;

(y/n) no, but ; he puts his hand on my mouth

(Ivar) there is no but ; he kissed my forehead, and glanced at the counter

(Ivar) we eat ? ;

(y/n) with pleasure, I am starving ;

I get up, head into the kitchen and grab scissors while I cut the pizzas, I feel hands passed over my waist, a powerful torso sticking to my back, and lips passed over my neck

(Ivar) I don’t feel it ;

(y/n) but it smells good ;

(Ivar) not the food, i talk about the holidays ;

(y/n) Ivar, come on, everything will go well, like last year ;

(Ivar) Mmhhh ;

(y/n) come on this is my only vacation and I want to go, besides it’s a new area this year ;

(Ivar) pff ;

(y/n) if you don’t want to go, I’ll go alone ; he doesn’t answer, but his lips are more persistent on my neck, and his hands more serene on my waist

(y/n) finish ; I raise my hands all happy, for once I managed to cut equal parts

we took the two pizzas to go into the living room

~~

11 pm

(y/n) well it’s time to go to bed ; I’m on his chest

(Ivar) already, don’t you want dessert ? ; he gives me a perverse look

(y/n) Ivar, no, we have to get up early tomorrow and fit ; I stretched my arms out

(Ivar) Come on, let yourself be tempted ; he puts his hand under my t-shirt

(y/n) I am the one driving, I have to be able to use my legs tomorrow ;

he starts laughing and I do the same we go to the bedroom, he lies down on the bed, while I go to the shower

a few minutes later

hot water makes me feel crazy, after a big day of work it’s just perfect the door noise, does not make me open my eyes, but made me have a small smile in the corner

a mass comes behind me

(Ivar) I would go slowly ; his body was already glued to mine

~~

Same day

4 pm

Hvitserk lying on the couch with a bag of chips next to him had just received a message from his friend (who is also the girl of his little brother Ivar)

*ready for a crazy summer? don’t forget your Ps5*

He smiled while answering, then refocused on the replay of the football game he had missed

half-time, awesome, time for him to go get a new package while he was in the kitchen, someone knocked on the door

It was his new girlfriend, Judie, little brown-eyed redhead 2, that’s how many months he’s been dating. He met him at a bar in town, and he thought he was cute, and she thought he was cute.

Both had never experienced such a long relationship but for different reasons

Hvitserk, because he didn’t want to land, liked the time of a night and then moved on, but for once he wanted to try something else, why not with her.

Judie wants to find true love, but during the evening she was told why not relax and enjoy life ( she had drunk, obviously)

She entered the apartment and sat in a chair

(Hvitserk) want a beer ? ; he says from the kitchen

(Judie) no, thank you ; he came back to sit on the couch and tapped the place next to him so that she could sit down but she refused 

(Juddie) we need to talk ; she seemed stressed he swallowed, and it straightened out 

(Hvitserk) what do you want to talk about;

(Juddie) I don’t know if I want to come to the holidays;

(Hvitserk) but yes, you will have fun ; he relaxed

(Juddie) I don’t know, I don’t know anyone, and if he doesn’t love me ;

(Hvitserk) but don’t worry and then you know me and there will be y/n ;

(Juddie) but if she and I don’t like each other ;

(Hvitserk) I have already told you that she is cool, you will necessarily get along ;

Juddie blew but nodded, she really needed a break, anyway, if it doesn’t go well her boyfriend won’t force her to stay, and go home with her, right?

Departure day

7 am

The room was plunged into darkness and calm, comfort and warmth. Glued and snuggled together.

*alarm noise*

The thud, the fucking thud, came through my phone, woke me up instantly, unlike my boyfriend, who moaned and tightened his arm around my waist.

I laugh softly, lay a kiss on his temple, and come down from the bed, pushing his arm, and directed me to the door, and opened the door of the room, and made me invade by the bright light I close my eyes dazzled and hear moaning behind me.

(y/n) come on ;

I walk towards one of the windows but dazzled I take my feet in the suitcases and fall on the corner of the small table in the living room

(y/n) ouch ; I say sobbing I sit on the couch to watch the damage

(Ivar) are you okay ? ; he said in a lazy tone, always in bed

(y/n) yeah ; it’s just a small scratch on the knees

I get up and look out the window, in the street was parked the car I rented for the occasion

I heard Ivar get up and go into the bathroom

30 min later

(Ivar) Hurry up, damn it ; he’s standing in front of the door

(y/n) I arrive, 2 secs ;

I jump on the spot try to put my basketball we go down the stairs,

(y/n) you have the car key ? ;

(Ivar) no ; he looked tired

I was digging through my tote bag I’m starting to stress, I'm sure I put them in

Ivar heads for the car, and then he pulls his wrist, and it opens he looks at me with judgmental eyes, then settles on the passenger side

I’m stuck on the street, I, I, I didn’t shut it off what an asshole I am

(Ivar) move your ass or I go back to bed ;

~

After 35 minutes in the traffic of our city, we finally take the highway, more than 7h drive

I had put my Spotify playlist, but as usual, Ivar never pleased "not this music, not this one, not this one either"

(Ivar) You got shit tastes y/n ;

(y/n) that’s why I go out with you ; he blows, and changes again the traffic was calm for the moment not like the atmosphere in the car

the closer we get to the mansion the more Ivar becomes unbearable

(Ivar) fucking vacation of shit ;

I should never have accepted ;

it’s your fault ;

I’d rather be quartered ;

I hate them, I hate them ;

I hope Sigurd has an accident on the road ;

blablabla

I’ve been putting up with this for over 3 hours, 3 fucking hours, it’s about time to make a stop

I park in a gas station parking lot, and I go out without saying a word, leaving Ivar alone and heads for the bathroom as I go out I see him on the hood, smoking

(y/n) didn’t you say you were stopping ? ;

(Ivar) Fuck you ; he’s looking at the floor

I have a sudden craving for him was popping his head against the windshield another car had just parked,

2 guys a little younger came out of it

it’s time to wake him up, more jealous than Ivar it doesn’t exist

So I went to them, leaving Ivar alone in his bad mood

(y/n) hi ;

(man 1 & 2) hi ; they smelled weed

(y/n) sorry to disturb you but I’m going in this direction and I wonder if you don’t mind taking me ;

(man 2) yeah sure, but we’re almost there ;

(y/n) It’s not a big deal, it will help me a lot ;

(man 1) happy to help, sweetheart ;

the two guys go to the bathroom and wave at me to hear you

I open my phone

*missed call from : Ubbe the Father* - *message from : Ubbe the Father*

*I have arrived, I am waiting for you, roll slowly and rest often, I prepare the happy hour*

I was going to answer him when a hand grabbed my wrist

(y/n) Ivar you fucking scared me ;

(Ivar) come on let’s go ;

(y/n) apologize first ? ;

(Ivar) why? ;

(y/n) are you serious ?! ; he blew

(Ivar) I don’t see why I should apologize ;

(y/n) Ivar, shit ; I get out of his grip

and party in the opposite direction to him

(Ivar) I’m sorry ;

I turn around

(y/n) what ;

there was a moment of silence

(Ivar) I apologize my darling, my shitty character took the disappointed ; he extended his arms towards me

(Ivar) come on ;

(y/n) you promise to be less a stupid slut ; he smiles

(Ivar) yes promised, come on I feel empty without you in my arms ;

I roll my eyes but I am directed in his arms then we took the road again the path is calmer and softer

finally a normal ride, where we sang all the songs in my playlist to your head like I don’t taste like shit.

finally, a normal walk, where all the songs from my playlist were sung, I have no shitty taste at the end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

end

part 2 

some aesthetic :

Summer Holiday

Alex and You

Marco and You

Kiss Kiss

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Adrift Chapter 17) Neither north, neither east

.-.-.

Valerie regained consciousness. Her head lulled softly from side to side; through heavy lids she noticed milky clouds drift by a bright blue sky. She was clueless of her whereabouts but the memory of last night was clear as day.

  Those ocean eyes had shifted form, changed into frigid ice when she threw herself in front of the ox-wagon. 

Almost trampled to death by eight ponderous hooves, she’d managed to clamp her hands onto the reins. Like a ragdoll she’d been dragged out of the stables, clutching to the leather straps while the animals accelerated, heading toward Troyes’ gates. 

With high-pitched shouts, she resigned to her fate, or at least that's what she thought before was abruptly snatched up by the hair and reeled in like a fish. In that moment, the cripple wrapped his arm around her neck in a choke hold. Her head pressed upon his chest and the last sound she heard was his heart galloping before she lost consciousness. 

“- Why an ox-wagon?” A female voice whined. 

Valerie flinched when she heard the second voice, it was the cripple’s: “Are you planning to bitch and moan like a cunt this entire day?”

A deep huff. “It doesn’t even have a roof Ivar.”

“Then you sleep under the wagon Piglet. By the Gods, would some gratitude kill you? You’ve been sleeping in treetops!”

“- And whose decision was that!?”

“Are you sure you don’t still have a twig up your ass? Damn it woman, if gratitude is too much to ask for, then keep that mouth of yours shut.” 

Foreign, deep, throaty words rapidly spewed, creating enough noise for Valerie to move. Soft as a mouse, she crawled upon her stomach glancing through the cracks of the Ox- wagon’s seat. 

Two twig figured ankles caked with muddied wool swooped from side to side to the rhythm of the oxes. A second pair bounced agitated, up and down. For a moment, Valerie considered that the owner of those ankles had slept in mud, but giving them a second glance she saw it wasn’t filth toning down the skin. It was its true color; that of fruitful soil.  

“I still don’t get why you had to bring her along!” the female voice continued her critique. 

“For the thousandth time, it was not planned!” 

“- And yet she’s still here!” 

There was a gutteral sound coming from the cripple and a stop so sudden the entire wagon shook, shooting Valerie face forward into board. Crying out she reached for her nose, blood gushing down her nostrils. 

Blinking through tears Valerie glanced up, receiving two deadpan stares from the two atop the seat. 

The cripple had a cloak draped around his shoulders, chewing on a long piece of grass. Aside from him sat a female Valerie’s age, but that was the only similarity between them. No hair brushed her dark skin; it was all hidden behind a scarf. And her dark eyes held a special kind of pride and entitlement inside their brown hue. 

Valerie was accustomed to that look; most women saw her either as a rival or found her unworthy to be acknowledged. It was the hard price any lady of the night had to pay; in this world men lusted after you as an object of desire. And women despised you for sleeping with their husbands. Or avoided you like the plague, afraid to be associated with such promiscuous creatures.

Valerie wondered in which category this particular young woman fell. 

“It’s half a day's walk back to your city,” the cripple stated pragmatically, nudging his head north, “if you go now you’ll be back before sundown.”

Still squeezing her nose while blood trickled down Valerie sat up: “you think I can go back?” She nearly laughed at his foolishness and continued with the same deep nasal voice: “I disappeared during the worst case of food poisoning known in the history of Troyes, I saw someone shit blood!” 

Although there was nothing funny about the matter, the cripple grinned and let out a chuckle he failed to smother. 

Valerie shook her head, baffled at his careless and immoral attitude: “you destroyed everything I worked for, I can’t go back to Troyes, they’ll have my head!” 

“Well,” the darked skinned maiden interfered, “if you head East I am sure there are other cities you can spread your legs- what Ivar, she’s not our concern!” She stated sharply when the cripple snapped his angered eyes at her. 

“Shut it Piglet,” the cripple hissed, showing his teeth and jutting his chin. He received the stink eye but ignored it, redirecting his attention back at Valerie.

“Freshen up, let me have a talk with my pain-in-the-ass of a travel companion,” he told her, extracting a clean cloth from his pocket, “there is a river bed down there.” 

Without much enthusiasm, Valerie took the cloth and did as she’d been told.  

As her legs carried her down, the wind carried the heated discussion regarding her:

“She is not your problem!”

“-I took away her home.” 

“You’ve taken many homes at the Castle of de Haar and never showed a sliver of guilt about that! She’s not special, she is no of royal blood, she is not your fair-maiden!”

“You are such a bitch sometimes, Piglet!”

“And you turn into a complete imbecile whenever any maiden bats her lashes! Even if it’s a whore!”

Valerie shut her eyes and embraced the silence and cleansing as her face disappeared underneath the surface of the river. 

.-.-.

The grief came in waves, little ones at first; with every step of the oxes the distance between her and Troyes expanded. La robe jaune, the humble bit of pride and person she’d grown into at the Glambloux slipped through her fingers. 

Valerie had never lived through mourning over a person; simply because no-one ever came close enough. Detaching herself from human beings had been a common thread all through her life. 

But Troyes, the Glambloux; it had been a place she considered herself to belong. She’d mattered inside those four walls, she’d danced, drank, laughed and sung upon the tables and the bar. Men had spoken fondly over her and not just her tits and cunt; but her wholesome voice and warm laughter. 

The Glambloux had been more than just a roof over her head; it had been the only place in her life she’d felt welcome; la robe jaune, a well known name she’d established over time. 

But now, she was just plain, ugly Valerie; a marked whore, in bad company. 

The cripple had fallen asleep on the ox-wagon’s floor; head lulling from side to side, letting out a little snore every now and then. 

The maiden controlled the reigns better than she controlled her emotions; fury seeped from every pore. Her anger was in very motion, tense and cramped. 

The two young women hadn’t exchanged an utterance ever since the cripple called her back to the oxe-wagon. 

Good, because she had absolutely no intention of interacting.

When stars traded places with the sun,  the ox-wagon took halt by one agitated pull of the reigns. The maiden got up, gave the cripple a smack on the back of his head with her palm and jumped off the cart. 

Through the cracks of the wood Valerie saw her crawl underneath the vehicle and curl up to her side.

“So, you’re not even going to set camp and make fire then?” The cripple started agitated, rubbing the back of his head: “No, of course no response, you’re going to ignore me to death? Again?!” 

It was no surprise that there came no reaction from under them. 

The cripple muttered something spiteful underneath his breath and swung his legs against each other. With ropes and strings of fabric he tied them tightly together; then got his arms against the ox-wagon’s seat and pulled his lower half up, over the border and dropped to the ground. 

Slightly intrigued, Valerie leaned over the board, piercing her eyes to slits. It was hard to make out his shape in the darkness. The way his body swayed from side to side in the tall grass; it was nearly grotesque; a fully developed young man crawling like a baby, disappearing in the line of trees.

Valerie awoke by the pleasantness of warmth; orange hues cascading into the dark sky. Spying through the cracks, she noticed the cripple warming his legs at a humble fire. Ridden of the fabric, his legs appeared even more brittle. Leaning against one of the large cartwheels he massaged his calves. Occasionally his back went stiff as a board, jaw setting in a tight line. As still as a mouse, he struggled to live through the pain his legs were giving him. 

She felt like an intruder; ogling at his distress. And so she cleared her throat, hinting she was awake before pulling herself down the wagon. His body stiffened when she sat right aside him, elbows touching and thighs. Hunching over, he pulled some of the loose fabric up, shying away his deformed legs. 

She wondered if it was the shame or the physical ache that hurt him more. 

The flames flickered in that vulnerable way fire could, the nascent flames being pushed by a breeze. By the flickering amber, the forest was dark. The shapes of the trees were discernible but the colors so muted that they were almost grey. 

Grey, that was how she felt. Empty and grey, diluted of emotions while grief washed over her in waves. 

Her silent companion rumbled through a knapsack and extracted a half full water bag. The content however was that of red whine. The sweet, dark flavor revealed itself when she silently received the waterbag and took a sip. 

They wordlessly passed it in between until the tension was blurred by the alcohol.

“I’m sorry.” 

Valerie pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes: “for what exactly mon cheri? Deceiving me, taking advantage of my generous offer? Taking away the roof over my head? Choking me and dragging me along?” 

He turned his face away and gave her half a shrug: “for all of that.”

Valerie huffed and took three long sips of the whine: “Well, that makes everything all better then doesn’t it!” 

“I can provide for you, you can have a roof over your head.” He muttered, cocking his head back to the wagon.

She let out a chuckle, “that doesn’t have a roof and how could you possibly provide for me, you are a cripple.”

He simply nodded, staring into the fire as he bit the nail of his thumb. 

“At least I won’t be treating you like any other man,” he stated after she passed the water bag to him. 

Valerie grunted, as if she’d never heard that one before: “what makes you different?” 

“She does,” he spoke, faithfully and glanced over his shoulder to the sleeping form of his travel companion. 

“And aside from being a cripple, I’m Ivar,” he introduced himself, shifting to one side, away from her. 

She huffed and stuck up her nose: “I’m not your concern.”

“Well, then I bid you goodnight Not-my-concern,” he grunted, sliding onto his stomach and crawling underneath the Ox-wagon. There he curled up against his travel companion, back to back.

.-.-.

A/N: Well, aren’t they just fabulously getting along? I am very interested in how this new group dynamic will work out. We have two women who are the complete opposite of each other. The only subject that binds them is; being abused by men. Both however took different turns on how to deal with that. One covered herself in stench, the other made her profession out of it. Oh and then we have poor Ivar to deal with two Mean Girls. 

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Go follow if you like my stuff over there. I post most days. Sometimes everyday If I am able to.

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[dreamonseems]

Líf

Confessions

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

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

Summary: Ubbe tells Y/N how he feels about her and they run away and get married.

Despite Aslaug's disapproval, Ubbe couldn't help but feel drawn to Y/N's beauty and spirit. As he watched Y/N he saw the potential for something more in her, something beyond just a simple slave.

One day, as they were alone in the fields, Ubbe confessed his feelings to Y/N. Out of nowhere, Ubbe had turned to her and said, "I have something to tell you. I think I'm in love with you. I know we're from different worlds, but I can't help how I feel."

She was hesitant at first, knowing the consequences of being involved with a Viking prince, but she couldn't deny the spark between them.

Their secret love affair soon came to the attention of Aslaug, who was furious. She had a heated argument with Ubbe, telling him that his duty was to marry a Viking woman and continue the Lothbrok dynasty. Ubbe, however, was firm in his decision to pursue his love for Y/N, even if it meant going against his mother's wishes.

But Aslaug was determined to put an end to Ubbe's relationship with Y/N and secure a powerful alliance for the Lothbrok dynasty. She arranged a feast for a noble family that had a daughter of marrying age, hoping that this would distract him from his infatuation with Y/N.

Y/N was forced to serve at the feast. She watched from a distance as Ubbe and the girl talked and laughed, her heart heavy with sadness. But Ubbe couldn't stop thinking about Y/N and how much he loved her, even though their relationship was forbidden by his mother.

When the feast was over, Ubbe found Y/N in her quarters and declared his love for her once again. Y/N reciprocated with tears of joy, knowing that she couldn't live without him.

Aslaug was furious to see that her plan didn't work. She forbade them from seeing each other and threatened Y/N with punishment if she didn't comply. Their argument escalated, with both of them refusing to back down. Aslaug threatened to disown him, but Ubbe was willing to risk everything for Y/N.

Ubbe was able to convince his father, King Ragnar, to grant Y/N's freedom from slavery. Despite Queen Aslaug's objections, King Ragnar saw the love between Ubbe and Y/N and believed in their right to be together.

With her newfound freedom, Y/N was able to explore the world and learn more about Viking culture. She and Ubbe fell deeper in love, but they knew that their relationship was not accepted by everyone. They longed to be free from the judgment and scrutiny of his family and society and dreamed of a life where they could be together without fear of retribution.

That's when they made the decision to run away and get married in secret, hoping that his family would eventually come to accept their love for each other.

After their secret wedding, Ubbe and Y/N spent a few blissful days together, enjoying their newfound freedom and each other's company. However, their peace was short-lived when King Ragnar, Ubbe's father, came looking for them.

At first, Ubbe was hesitant to come back, fearing that his father would disapprove of his marriage to a former slave. But after some discussion with Y/N, they both decided that it was best to face the situation head-on and confront their families together.

When they arrived back in Kattegat, they were met with a mix of emotions. Queen Aslaug was still disapproving of Y/N, but King Ragnar was more understanding and accepted Y/N as a member of their family. Ragnar was glad that his son had found happiness, but he knew that their marriage would not be accepted by everyone in their society

Despite the challenges that lay ahead, Ubbe and Y/N were grateful to have each other and to have the support of Ubbe's father. They were determined to make their marriage work and to show their true love knows no bounds.

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Killed by serpents.

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