#margrethe

[therealvikingstrash]

#vikings #hvitserk #ubbe #margrethe #vtrash edits #vtrash gifs #vikings history #Ubbe looking back at Hvitty is an aesthetic

[ivarthebadbitch]

Sweet Margrethe.

(requested by anonymous)

#vikings #hvitserk #margrethe #gifs

[underragingwaves]

#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings history #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #margrethe #ubbe x margrethe #urwcreates #actual chemistry!! 🤩 #we should've had them together for longer #also ty Maggie for the gif suggestion

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

“the women in my fandom are overhated” have you ever spoken to a hetero man that’s a vikings fan?

#they love to pretend that aslaug genocided their poeppe #“every woman but lagertha is a boring character” #“aslaug is evil” #you’d think she was the cheater #and not her abusive husband #vikings #this applies to #margrethe #yidu #amma #torvi #astrid #aslaug #helga #gisela #kwentrith #judith #elsewith #leave women alone! #also #let them be gay

[popcorn1989]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤𝔸𝕡𝕡 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

Note: Modern/Vikings Boys/Girls - Ask me something lighter, my brain is a big question mark for me too...

Look here for the Others - Here

You -- I be right there, I see you.

Halfdan -- I don't see you

You -- Turn again...

Halfdan -- Where?

You -- Other side...

Halfdan -- I don't see you!

You -- Hahaha I'm still at home, I go now, it was just too funny. I would have liked to see you standing there and turning like an idiot in all directions.

Halfdan -- …. Ha Ha

You -- Honey, I'll be a little late, the boss wants to take me for petting.

Bjorn -- …

Bjorn -- … WTF

Bjorn -- … are you telling me you are cheating?

You -- NOOOO, shit, I mean MEETING

You -- He wants to take me to a meeting….

Bjorn -- …

You -- Have you been to the doctor?

Margrethe -- I don't need to… I know everything already.

You -- What do you mean?

Margrethe-- I googled it…. I'm dying!

You -- You have a normal cold, go to the doctor….

Margrethe -- No time… I have to say goodbye to everybody

You -- ….. What do you have according to the internet?

Margrethe -- The plague….. Goodbye!

The Seer -- hndkh7t6tvji

You -- WTF, how did you pull that off?

The Seer -- hdnujb34w

You -- I thought you couldn't write, how can you even see who you're writing?

The Seer -- hhnkjknsad0üp

You -- Oh god, he's sitting on his cell phone….

Judith -- I mean tit

Judith -- I like my new cellphone, it reminds me of a tit

You -- Don't give up Judith

Judith -- Tit

You -- You can do it!

Judith -- No, Tit

Judith -- I give up, he just keeps writing tit...

You -- What were you going to write?

Judith -- I wanted to write tit.

You -- Hahahaha

Judith -- …….

Harald -- Oh my God, I have storm-free. The old lady is finally gone. A whole weekend alone!

One hour later

Harald -- Oh my God, I burnt myself on the stove.

Harald -- And my pizza is burned

Harald -- Also, the candle fell on the carpet….

Harald -- And the cat ran away when it burnt its bottom…. I'm so dead when the old lady comes back.

You -- …

You -- … Hahaha Gosh, you are so not viable alone.

You -- How are you doing?

You -- Yes, finally you have a cellphone too!

You -- How's the wife?

2 hours later

You -- Hello??

Alfred -- Idon'tknowhowaspaceworksMeandmywifearefine

#vikings #modern vikings #vikings fandom #vikings x reader #whatsapp chat #halfdan #harald finehair #Viking alfred #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #the seer #judith #king alfred #viking margrethe #margrethe #viking seer #vikings x you

[vikingsbifrost]

#katheryn winnick #Lagertha #jasper pääkkönen #jasper paakkonen #halfdan the black #peter franzen #harald finehair #jordan patrick smith #ubbe #ida marie nielsen #margrethe #alyssa sutherland #aslaug #vikings

[sammyjadedavis]

#bjorn x torvi #torvi x bjorn #torvi #vikings #bjorn #bjorn ironside #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorvi #ivar the boneless #erik #guthrum #lagertha #ragnar lothbrok #wedding #asa #halfdan #hali #margrethe #refil #freydis #gee hirst #georgia hirst #alexander ludwig

[ladynightshade30]

Peeping Tom (My Heart’s Lighter Soul)

Author’s Notes: I kinda wish I had had Margrethe show up for the previous chapter where she instructed Eadwulf and Ivar on how to pleasure each other. Oh well, maybe I can do that in the main My Heart’s Lighter Soul or something.

Ever since Sigurd had seen Ivar and his precious soul mate having sex he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. He had watched them for awhile before hurrying off to find his partner. He had always assumed that because his brother’s legs didn’t work his prick wouldn’t work either. Needless to say he had been proven wrong. But the problem was ever since that day Ivar and Eadwulf had been even more inseparable when they were in camp then they had been. Ivar was constantly touching her, even if it was something as simple as lacing their fingers together whenever they ate. 

Bjorn and Ubbe had both had a talk with Ivar about needing to be more independent of her but he had waved them off. So long as he did what was needed there was no need to worry about his relationship with the princess. 

Sigurd scowled at the memory of how they had handled Ivar and his relationship with the princess. They still handled him with kid gloves and spoiled him. The sound of moaning caught his attention and he rolled his eyes before approaching Ivar’s tent. He peeked inside and his breath caught in his throat when he saw Eadwulf, naked and on her knees between his brother’s legs. Margrethe was there and was cooing at them, has she held the redhead’s hair out of the way. Whatever the blonde woman had said got a nod from Eadwulf as she slowly lowered her head. Sigurd didn’t have to guess to know what they were doing, but he was surprised that the blonde was there. 

Ivar’s moan cut off Sigurd’s thoughts and he watched intently as the princess slowly, bobbed her head. Ivar’s fingers joining Margrethe’s hands in the redhead’s hair as he moaned. The blonde woman removed her hand and puttered around, blocking Sigurd’s view for awhile as she fixed Eadwulf’s hair before joining Ivar on the bed, whispering into his ear.

“That’s it, princess.” Ivar said. “That’s it. You’re so good for me.”

Margrethe smiled and whispered something else into his ear. 

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want to swallow up my seed before I fill your belly with my child?”

Sigurd watched as Eadwulf gave a slow nod of her head before picking up where she left off. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Ivar gasped. “I want to hear your words Pretty.”

Eadwulf pulled away from what she was doing with his cock. “I want you to fill my mouth and womb with your seed.”

The words sounded unsure on her lips as if she weren’t used to using such language and Sigurd had to admit she probably wasn’t.

“Good girl,” Ivar said, smiling down at her as he pushed her head down so she would continue what she had been doing. 

Sigurd felt his groin tighten has his brother continued to moan about what a good girl Eadwulf said and how her mouth sent him to Valhalla. Suddenly the younger Lothbrok let out a loud moan holding Eadwulf in place before releasing his hold on the redhead. Margrethe shifted off the bed and helped Eadwulf to her feet. 

“Lay down Ivar,” Margrethe cooed as she focused her attention on Eadwulf, whispering in her ear.

Whatever the older woman had said had Eadwulf nodding before joining Ivar on the bed. Sigurd’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her naked from the side. She was beautiful, which he already knew, and was even more so with the firelight dancing across her skin. He watched as she slowly straddled his brother’s lap and slid Ivar’s cock inside of her. Both moaning at the contact.

Sigurd watched as Ivar’s hands trailed up her body and grasped her breasts, running his hands over her nipples, before the current of red hair blocked his view. He watched as Ivar’s hands pulled her down and pressed a deep kiss against her mouth. His hands trailed back down her body and he cupped her pert ass as he guided her movements. Eadwulf gripped the top of the cot and rocked her body back and forth moaning out Ivar’s name. 

“What are you doing Sigurd?” asked Ubbe’s voice before a hand clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Nothing!” 

Ubbe raised an unimpressed eyebrow before peeking into the slot Sigurd had abandoned and let out an impressed hum of approval. 

“Well,” the older Lothbrok said leading his younger brother away. “Let’s leave them too it.”

“You don’t care that Margrethe is in there with them?”

“No, in fact I am the one who suggested it.”

Sigurd was about to say something else when Margrethe exited the tent and dragged his brother away to their own tent.

He scowled at them and turned his attention back to Ivar’s tent thinking about watching some more but he caught sight of his own soul mate and went off to drag them away as well. Ivar shouldn’t be the only one having fun after all.

@youbloodymadgenius

#Ivar #Ivar the boneless #Vikings #Vikings tv show #Vikings tv series #Kinktober 2022 #Peeping Tom #Sigurd #Margrethe #Ubbe #Ivar/Eadwulf #Ivar the boneless/Eadwulf #Ubbe/Margrethe #Sigurd/OC

[dragonsoftheeast]

do you even wanna go free? (I’ll show you what that big word means)

read on Ao3

A compare and contrast of two weddings, between a son of Ragnar with a former slave girl.

Written for @vikingsevents Summer Solstice challenge Day 6: Wedding

Thorunn’s wedding was hardly the happiest day of her life. Consumed by self loathing, she’d been halfway ready to bolt the whole time. As much as Bjorn had beamed at her, she could not get past Ragnar’s uninterested stare, or Lagertha’s strained smile.

“You won’t want to marry me now, will you?” She’d asked, there in her sickbed. She wouldn’t have blamed him. But Bjorn had seemed determined to prove her wrong.

Her poor, stubborn husband.

They’d married as soon as Thorunn was physically able. Her scar was so, so red, and hidden by a veil, her belly rounded beneath her dress.

Aslaug had been the one to provide her a sword and kransen, as her former mistress. They were shiny and new, unlike Bjorn’s rusted ancestral sword, presented only to be exchanged during the ceremony. 

It was humiliating, to be there in front of her hero, wearing the bridal crown of flowers in her hair as if that could make up for the beauty she’d lost. It’d hurt even to smile, or to cry, so she’d kept her face neutral.

She’d seen their pitying looks. No one wanted to say it, not out loud, not in front of Bjorn. Now he’s stuck with her, she’d seen on their faces. 

At least here, Ubbe and Margrethe seem happy. Everyone at Ubbe’s wedding seems jealous of him.

The fact Margrethe was a slave not a few weeks ago does not seem to phase most of the men in the crowd, though perhaps the fact that the eldest son Ragnar had done the same can save her from much of the disdain that Thorunn faced in the first years of her marriage. She hopes that is true, but she can do some other things to assist her.

As Aslaug had once done for her, Thorunn had provided Margrethe with a new kransen and sword. Her own kransen was reserved for any more future daughters- the one encircling Siggy’s brow had been worn by Lagertha, and her daughter Gyda, for a brief time.

“All of us slave girls dreamed of being like you,” Margrethe had said, admiring the blade. “Freed to marry a son of Ragnar. I can’t believe it’s happening to me.”

Thorunn suspects that this is not so much happening to her as Margrethe making it happen. From Ivar’s complaints, she’d set a wide net among the sons of Ragnar. Not that she blamed her. A path to freedom is a path to freedom, and Ubbe will make a good husband. 

“And,” Thorunn corrects her.

“What?”

“I was freed, and I married a son of Ragnar. Not in order to.” Thorunn placed her own hands over Margrethe’s grip on the sword. “Let me tell you this. I always demand respect from my husband. Do not let him forget that he married a free woman. You are not a slave anymore. You never will be again.”

Margrethe nodded fervently, and let Thorunn place the kransen on her brow, and together, they washed away her maidenhood. 

“Congratulations,” She says to the new bride, as the men ready to race the course. They jostle and jockey for position, already drunk, all ready to be even more drunk. 

“Thank you, Thorunn,” She says, clasping her hands. “For everything.”

“We are sisters now,” Thorunn said, smiling.

“Yes!” Siggy says, wrapping her arms around her new aunt. “I am glad to have you as part of our family.”

Ubbe shoves his brother aside, passing by the finish line, whooping in victory. Panting, he approaches the three of them.

“My apologies, Siggy,” He says, smiling. “I’m afraid I must-” 

And he sweeps his new wife in his arms, and Margrethe squeals with laughter-

“Steal my wife away from you. So I can take her to the feast!”

The men cheer, even the men covered in mud.

“Served, of course, by my faithful cupbearer, my brother Hvitserk.”

At this, Thorunn joins in the cheering, as they all leave the clearing. Siggy jumps on Sigurd’s back, and they woop together, laughing as he carries her to the hall.

“I don’t know what everyone is so excited about,” Ivar growls, crawling to be at Thorunn’s side. “She’s just a slave.”

She’d warned Ivar against approaching her. He is too prone to being jealous of his brothers to compete with them this way.

“If you keep chasing them, you will never catch up,” she’d told him. “If you forge your own path, you will reach places they will never imagine.”

She can only hope that he heeded her.

“So was I,” Thorunn replies, measuredly.

Ivar freezes, as if he cannot put that together. He is perhaps one of the only people who ever forgets this about her, and normally, she loves him for it. But she cannot let him forget it now.

“I only watched her,” he mumbles, and she turns, holding his face in her hands.

“And now she is your brother’s wife,” she says. “As I am. So surely, you will afford her the same respect as you do me.”

He searches her face, and nods.

“Bjorn,” she calls.

“Yes?” He calls. His horn is already full.

“Can you help take Ivar to the feast?”

“Of course, my heart,” he says, passing the horn to her. She drains it. With a swift and easy movement, her husband lifts Ivar onto his back, and they walk together to the Great Hall.

Aslaug proudly presides over wedding feast. Perhaps this was not her desire when she encouraged her sons to get married.

A marriage to a slave he freed himself, rushed so all his brothers could be here before they all departed, Bjorn and Hvitserk to Rome, Ivar to England. Far from the noble bride she’d imagined for him. But at least her eldest heeded her advice, if only halfway.

Aslaug will have another weaving student, it seems.

#bjorn ironside #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #sigurd ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #vikings #vikingssummer #fic #siggy bjornsdottir #thorunn #margrethe #bjorn x thorunn #ubbe x margrethe #glory and gore

[adriennejosephines]

Margrethe, Mary, and Benedikte are absolutely slaying with the fashion tonight

#margrethe #mary #benedikte #danish royal family

[maxwells-thoughts]

I would change my name to Margrethe .. why did she do that .. spell that it like that

#Margrethe #queen marg 2!

[therealvikingstrash]

Margrethe - small appreciation set

#vikings #margrethe #vtrash gifs #vikings edits #vikings history #I still had the caps from another thing and wanted to post them separate from it #she is a cutie and deserves so much more love #and the second gif was a lot of work to get her dresses colors so vibrant

[ivarthebadbitch]

They devour the house and the dinner I prepared, but most importantly they devour life, they devour love. Isn’t this what you did with that wife of yours?

-- An Awful Hunger by @volvaaslaug

#vikings #margrethe #ubbe #gifs

[underragingwaves]

by anonymous request, the scene in which Hvitserk returns from Alteciras and checks in with Margrethe 💕

#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings history #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #margrethe #urwcreates #gifreq #(just cleaning the inbox here folks)

[21stcenturyroyals]

INCORRECT ROYAL QUOTES | 21ST CENTURY ROYALS (2000-2099) | 1x24: “There's a new King in town”

#incorrect royal quotes #queen margrethe ii #princess amalia #king willem alexander #queen mathilde #king frederik x #queen mary #crown princess mary #crown prince frederik #king felipe vi #princess of wales #princess catherine #king charles iii #royaltyedit #danish royal family #dutch royal family #belgian royal family #spanish royal family #british royal family #2024 #season 24 #january 2024

[theroyalsandi]

BREAKING NEWS!!!

Queen Margrethe of Denmark announced during her New Years Eve Speech she will abdicate on 14 January 2024. Crown Prince Frederik will become King.

"In February this year I underwent extensive back surgery. It went well, thanks to the skilled healthcare staff who took care of me. Of course, the operation also gave rise to thinking about the future - whether the time had come to leave the responsibility to the next generation.

I have decided that now is the right time. On 14 January 2024 – 52 years after I succeeded my beloved father – I will step down as Queen of Denmark. I leave the throne to my son Crown Prince Frederik." - Queen Margrethe of Denmark

#royaltyedit #theroyalsandi #queen margrethe ii #margrethe ii #danish royal family #OMG #margrethe abdicate