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waiting4inspiration · 4 years

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Like Me (Centaur!Ivar x reader)

Summary: Ivar meets someone like him. Someone with 4 legs, and a horse body. Someone who has been alone most of their life because they aren’t normal. Like him.

Warnings: brief angst, fluff, mythical creatures, mentions of curses, strong language, mentions of death, nudity (slight)

Word Count: 2,128

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Ivar was cursed while still the womb, but it wasn’t that he’d be born with weak bones and twisted legs. The pregnancy for Aslaug was worse than her others. But the birth was even worse. Because of the curse, Aslaug could not push him out. It was an obstructive birth and Alsaug begged for them to save her son no matter what.

The healers had to cut the queen open to get the child out. And what they saw made their blood turn cold.

Two eyes. Two hands. Ten fingers. A normal, human upper body. But four legs and the body of a horse. A creature they thought only exists in legends. A centaur.

Ivar grew up alone, hidden from everyone to hide what he is. People were told he is a cripple, unable to walk. They saw him only as a baby when it was relatively easy to hide his horse half. But when he started to walk, he was looked after by the healer that helped birth him, considering that Aslaug died.

He only really had his brother - when they were chasing after women. As young children, they were amazed at their young brother’s form, sometimes taking turns riding on his back. But it became difficult to run around the Great Hall as a grown stallion now.

Which is why Ivar chose to live away from Kattegat, in the hunting cabin, where the secret of his horse body would not be easily found out. His brothers help sneak him out during the night, and they visit every now and then to make sure he’s still kicking; literally and figuratively.

What Ivar loves about no longer living in the city, is that he has the freedom to run around whenever he wants to. He can gallop in the woods, as free as the wind.

He comes to a halt at the waterfall that pools into a small lake, the place he comes to after his run. It’s a place seemingly undisturbed by humans. A place that only adds to Ivar’s solitude. Until he sees a female body in the water.

He freezes, stares at your naked back as you hum a melody to yourself, cup water in your hands and bring it over the top of your head. Ivar can’t remember the last time he was so close to a human that wasn’t his brothers. Or, at least, a female.

Shifting on his feet, he steps on a branch, breaks it with a snap, and alerts you of his presence. Your head snaps over your shoulder. You gasp at the sight of a man staring at you over a thick bush and wrap your arms over your chest to cover your breasts. “Who are you? What are you doing?” you demand, turning around to face him properly.

He swallows harshly and goes to moves forward but remembers his horse-half body. You’d surely run away if you saw what he really is. “You’ve come to spy on me?”

“No,” he quickly replies, moving forward but staying behind the bush that hides his body. “How would I know you would be here if I have never seen you before?” he questions harshly, making you raise an eyebrow at him and shift in the water. “What are you doing here?”

You glance down at your naked front and the water you stand in. “What does it look like I’m doing?” you fight back, looking up at him. That’s when you realize that you shouldn’t really be able to see him behind that bush. “How are you so tall?” you ask, frowning as you try to look through the leaves of the bush.

He glances down at his body, at his front legs as he shifts in his spot. Lifting his head up to you again, he rolls his eyes at you and sighs. “That doesn’t matter,” he mutters, his eyes glancing down at your body for a second.

Clearing your throat, you make his eyes snap up to your face as you move forward slightly. “Do you mind turning around?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

Staring at you for a while, he breathes out a huff and turns around, still keeping his horse body hidden. He hears you sigh before moving forward, making the water move as you near the shore. When you step onto the shore, he hears something unusual. Something that he doesn’t hear when his brothers walk.

Your footsteps don’t come one by one, like two-legged creatures walk. Your footsteps come two by two. Like how he walks. And instead of feet hitting the ground, he hears hooves hitting the ground.

He slowly turns around, his eyes meeting your back as you slip a tunic over your head. His eyes fall down, his mouth falls open. He stares at your body, your skin fading into a light brown horse coat, a long torso and four legs, like him. Your head turns over your shoulder to look at him again, a forced smile on your face as you shrug your shoulder at your appearance.

You’re like him. You’re a centaur.

It encourages him to step out from behind the bush. You turn around when he moves, his footsteps sounding similar to yours. And his body… “You’re a centaur,” you whisper, running your eyes over his body, his legs seem strong like he has been running every day.

“There are more like us?” he questions, walking forward as he glances up to your face again.

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I’ve lived alone in these woods for years. I was born here, but my father died before I was born. And my mother was killed by…” you trail off, realizing that you’re telling more than you should to a stranger. “You were born in the woods too?” you ask, stopping when you stand in front of him.

“I was born in Kattegat.”

“Around humans? There are centaurs in the city?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as a frown grows on your face.

He smiles at you and shakes his head. “No. There hasn’t been a centaur in Kattegat since I left,” he explains, stepping forward to get closer to you as you step back. “Were your parents human?”

You laugh at his words and shake your head, a smile growing on your face as you move to walk around him. “No. My parents were centaurs. Both of them. Like yours wer-” You stop when his head turns to you, an almost sad look on his face at the mention of his parents. And you realize why. “Your parents were human.”

“I was cursed while still in my mother’s womb. And I killed her when I was born,” he harshly states, turning around to face you before you start to walk again.

The two of you start to walk in circles, rounding each other and keeping your eyes on each other. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to tie the laces of your tunic. “You grew up alone? In the woods?” you question, changing the subject when you see that he doesn’t want to talk about it.

He chuckles, continues to talk in a circle around you. Shaking his head, he stops walking and moves his body behind him. “I’ve been alone for a few years, living in a hunting cabin belonging to my family,” he states as you stop walking and facing him. “And you? You live alone in the woods,” he says, more than asks.

You chuckle, bite your lower lips and glance down at the ground as your count lightly with your hoof. “I do. Hopefully, we don’t have to be alone anymore?” you suggest, lifting your gaze up to him and looking at him through your lashes.

“I don’t even know your name,” he chuckles, stepping closer to you.

“(Y/n),” you whisper, mirroring his move and stepping closer as well.

“Ivar.”

Just as he speaks, you hear something in the woods and turn your head to the side. Ivar follows your gaze and frowns. You turn, tilt your head to the side to strain your hearing. He glances between you and where you’re staring out to.

He’s trying to hear what you’re hearing.

Then, he hears men shouting in the distance. You startle, grab Ivar’s hand and make his head snap to you. “Run,” you whisper, sprinting away from the lake and pulling him behind you.

Hunters. Ivar’s amazed that you heard them from so far away and so easily. He only heard them when they shouted, but you…

Ivar realizes that you must have experienced situations like this a few times. Especially if you don’t live in a cabin like he does. If you live out in the open, you have to avoid them and therefore, listen carefully for them. Seeing as how he hasn’t heard anything of a centaur being in the woods when he was still living in Kattegat, you’re doing a good job at that.

His head falls from yours when you both pick up speed. And it turns out he is faster than you. He is bigger, so you’re not surprised. You knew he had a strong body for a reason.

Running in front of you, he leads you through the trees, glances over his shoulder to make sure you’re keeping up with him and he meets a bright smile on your face. You laugh as you both jump over a fallen log and when he stumbles a bit. You’re agile, landing smoothly on the ground, regaining your footing easily. But you’re still not fast enough to overtake him.

You don’t know where Ivar’s leading you. But surely, he wouldn’t be leading someone like him into a trap or to their death. You know what it’s like to be alone. And now, you know what it feels like to meet someone that has something in common with you.

He only slows down when he breaks through the trees and comes to an open field with a cabin in the distance. A hunting cabin. The one he lives in.

Walking up beside you, panting together to try and catch your breaths, you stare at the cabin with a small smile on your face. “Stay with me,” he whispers, making your head turn to him.

Your gaze locks with his as you shift on your hooves. “I’d love to stay,” you whisper, slipping your hand in his and weaving your fingers with his.

He glances down at your hands in shock before he chuckles and looks back up at your face. Then, he starts to walk forward, pulling you with him like you had before starting to run from the hunters. Walking slightly behind him gives you a chance to take in his horse body as well as the back of his human half. Even though he wears a tunic, you can see some muscle pushing against the material.

His hair is neatly kept in braids. Compared to your hair, yours looks like you’ve been through bushes. It’s still damp from when you bathed in the lake, but running has given it a crazed look and a few leaves have found their way to decorate your hair, taking place of the flowers your mother used to put there.

Your eyes snap to the cabin when you see a man standing by the door and you freeze. Ivar turns back to face you and steps forward as you slowly begin to back away. “It’s alright. It’s my brother,” he calmly says, holding his hand out to you after yours had slipped out of his hold. “He won’t hurt you. I promise.”

His eyes stare at you, taking your breath away because under a clear sky, they seem so bright. Slowly placing your hand in his again, you feel a smile growing on your face as he pulls you forward again.

Your eyes flicker to the man again. You forgot that Ivar’s parents were both human, that he was cursed to be a centaur. That his family are all human. And here, after only just meeting Ivar, you’re about to meet a brother.

His brother spots you two and you bite your lip to see his expression fall off his face as he pushes himself off the wall. He stares at you, in shock, in awe, in wonder, in relief. You never thought someone was able to express so many emotions at once. But it makes you chuckle to yourself as you and Ivar continue to walk closer. “By the Gods,” his brother mutters, stepping closer and never breaking his stare from you.

He must be another person that’s happy that you and Ivar met. Happy, that his brother is no longer alone.

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Just Confess-Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader One Shot

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Summary: requested by @ocheewa: ‘Helloooo again. So here is my idea: (Y/N) is a maid from Aslaug and is secretly in love with Hvitserk (and so is he). They always flirt, make jokes, (Y/N) also watches them train. And then one day they are alone and he takes this opportunity?’

Characters: Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: I forgot about the training, sorry 😕

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Patting down the pillows on the queen’s bed, I let out a deep sigh, already feeling tired even though it was still morning. I was lucky with my position, being Queen Alsaug’s personal maid; she was kind and fair to me but that didn’t mean I never grew tired. As I stood up straight, I felt like I was being watched. Slowly turning around, I was startled by Hvitserk’s presence.

“Prince Hvitserk, I did not realise you were there. Forgive me for being so rude.” I apologised as I curtsied.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you from doing your work. I was actually enjoying the view.” he smirked.

I smiled a little, blushing at the remark. We had been going on like this for quite some time. He was certainly a charmer though I had not seen him be like this with other women, not since I had started to reciprocate my feelings. I had seen Hvitserk grow into a handsome man, he had pulled me in even before he spoke to me. I remember how shocked I was when he first spoke to me; at first I assumed that he just wanted me to warm his bed though soon discovered that this was something more. The constant flirting and long talks showed me that but I hoped he would tell me his true feelings, there was no way I would do it.

“Will you be at the feast tonight?” he asked me even though he already knew the answer.

“As long as the queen is.” I picked up the old bed sheets, walking towards him.“Perhaps you could save me a dance?”

He nodded.“Perhaps I will.”

Feasts were always an exciting time. It was like a little game between the Prince and I; how far could we really go with the 'harmless’ flirting? People could be watching, some could assume something. That just made it all exhilarating. I never used to be like this, I had always been shy, until Hvitserk started this whole thing; something changed when I was around him. Even though I was merely Aslaug’s maid, she still wanted me to dress finely to a certain extent, meaning I wasn’t looking like a sack of vegetables in front of her son.

There was a part of me that hoped something would happen. Perhaps Aslaug would see what we had, maybe step in and push us closer together. But that would never happen, she would want him to marry off to a princess. I was a mere maid, it could not happen and that broke my heart. Who else was out there for me?

I poured a cup of mead for Aslaug, trying to keep a happy face as I watched everyone in the room. Seeing everyone come together was always special. But if course my eyes kept going back to one person in particular and they would stare back, a lot more confident than I. Aslaug’s attention was mainly on Ivar, giving me a chance to talk to my secret love.

“(Y/N), you should have a drink with me.” Hvitserk said as he held out a cup to me.

“I’m sorry my prince, but I only take orders from your mother.” I smirked.

“Well, she only wants her sons to be happy. So by denying me, you are also denying your queen as well as upsetting her.”

It didn’t take much convincing.“If it will make you happy.”

He pulled out a chair for me opposite him.“It would make me extremely happy.”

I did as he asked, pouring myself some mead as well as topping up his cup. We clinked them together, never losing eye contact, even as we blinked.

“So, Prince Hvitserk, I suppose you’ll have a raid approaching soon?” I started the conversation.

“I hope so. But I want to go somewhere I have not yet travelled, I want to explore more lands and bring back treasures for my people. Perhaps even a little something for you.”

I had lost count as to many times I had blushed.“That is very kind of you. But what if I don’t want you to go?”

“And why would that be?”

“What if you were to get hurt? Or worse?”

“You sound like my mother.”

“Well I am with her most of the day. I’ve probably picked up a few things.”

The music in the room suddenly changed from a calm, melodic sound to an upbeat rhythm; everyone cheered and immediately got up to dance. As I watched, I hadn’t noticed Hvitserk stand up until he offered out his hand to me.

“Hvitserk, I don’t think-”

“You asked for a dance, remember?”

Hesitantly taking his hand, I was suddenly nervous. All those people dancing, all those people watching, it was a lot, especially if the queen was one of those people.

“Relax, it’s just us.” Hvitserk whispered to me as he piled me closer.

I just nodded, trying to put on a brace face. At first I was still tense, even in his arms, but eventually I began to forget about all those around me. Like he said, it was just us. All the time we were dancing I kept laughing, unable to stop smiling. The butterflies in my stomach remained though in a good way. My worries were gone, it was such a freeing feeling. After dancing through many, many songs, Hvitserk suddenly stopped.

“I…I want to speak with you.”

I was confused.“You are speaking to me.”

Hvitserk realised his mistake.“No, I mean alone. Would you take a walk with me?”

I answered him by looping my arm with his before he guided us out of the hall. The cool night hit us, a lovely feeling against our hot bodies. No words were exchanged between us as we walked. My mind started to think of the many possible things he would want to talk about. Was it a serious matter? Was he going to try and stop all of this? Or maybe he just really wanted us alone? He took us just to the outskirts of the village, sitting in the field full of overgrown flowers as the stars shone down on Earth. This was a beautiful place, I used to go there as a little girl; Hvitserk remembered that.

“Hvitserk, are you alright? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet.” I commented as we sat on the ground.

He put his furs around me.“I have never felt any better in all my life. I….I feel like a different person.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am not good with my words. But when I am around you, I feel warmer, happier. I wake up each morning and my first thought is you. Every time I make a decision, you turn up in my mind. You have become my everything.”

I was shocked by his words.“Hvitserk, I…I really don’t know what to say.”

“I do. What we have is not some little affair. (Y/N),” he held my face in is hands, his eyes piercing mine,“you mean everything to me. It hurts to not be with you.”

“You mean that? I’m not just some maid you tease to lead to something else?”

“No. And you are not just some maid, you’re (Y/N), the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Hvitserk pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. I did the same, my hands gripping onto his tunic. Who cared about the problems that may come out way? What the people would think, what the queen would think? This was it, this was the moment I had been waiting for. He made me feel something, Hvitserk treated me as his equal. And he loved me, just as much as I loved him.

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