#ragnarssons

[literaryuppsala]

Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌

You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤

Basically make rollos life hell 😂

What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.

Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.

Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.

You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land. 

A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night. 

You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that. 

But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that. 

“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”  

“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.” 

Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself. 

 “Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table. 

“He came here?” He asked without looking at you. 

“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.” 

“No.” He answered simply. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.” 

“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.” 

“What children? You haven’t given me any.”

They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face. 

“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there. 

Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought. 

Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you. 

You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush. 

One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.

With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours. 

“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn. 

“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily. 

It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you. 

“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.

“I want to come back…” He mumbled. 

“Seems funny… After all these years…” 

“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”

“The family you abandoned…” 

“I’m here now.” 

“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?” 

“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”

You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.

“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?” 

“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar. 

“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”

“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”

It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through. 

“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.” 

You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him. 

“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside. 

When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side. 

Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear. 

“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.

Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you. 

The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.

“Waited so long to do this.”

You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.

Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.

Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth. 

“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” 

With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back. 

Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to  give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.

Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.

Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly. 

Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight. 

“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”  

Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine. 

“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length. 

Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it. 

With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body. 

When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form. 

“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath. 

With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor. 

“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight. 

“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.

“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”

You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity. 

“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed. 

Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back. 

“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised. 

“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.” 

You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall. 

Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core. 

Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands. 

“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit. 

You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud. 

“Enough.” 

Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily. 

He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.

There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips. 

You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment. 

The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.

His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.

He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You  clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in. 

He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you. 

He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements. 

“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly. 

He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later. 

“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?” 

“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.” 

You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.

“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone. 

“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.

You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.  

“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully. 

For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body. 

He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more. 

You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away. 

With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly. 

You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered. 

He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy. 

“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble. 

Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left. 

“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”

“I don’t know…” You breathed.

“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.” 

We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever. 

Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped. 

You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded. 

“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”

“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.

You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips. 

He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself. 

Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making. 

“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again. 

The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad. 

“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit. 

“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly. 

“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?” 

He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds. 

Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length. 

“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him. 

You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.

“Like this?” He asked in awe. 

“Yes…” You answered under your breath. 

Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you. 

You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 

You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.” 

You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs. 

“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired. 

“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it. 

“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly. 

After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep. 

“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber. 

***

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[nanahachikyuu]

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink (Colors by Halsey)

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[sigridsdottir]

vikings + kids (1/?)

none of these pics are mine. if u want credit for any edits, please let me know! :)

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[touchoflaughter]

Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

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

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

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready for a part 2?

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[axelflare9700]

- when the Ragnarssons get a wrong order-

Bjorn- -eats it any ways-

Ubbe- sorry I asked for no pickles

Hvitserk- - stares at the food in silence -

Ivar - -sets the whole restaurant on fire-

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[littlemessyjessi]

Autumnal Activities with the Ragnarssons

Autumn Activities with the Ragnarssons 

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PS Reader

Viking Age 

AFAB Reader

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Bjorn: 

So with Bjorn it's somewhat about an adventure.   He is a curious soul and has the heart of a traveller.  I could easily see him getting a small boat together and planning a small trip for the two of you.  He's been a lot of places and seen a lot of things.   Usually, the places are during raiding season when it's warmer.   However, he has to admit that the autumnal shades paint a pretty picture.   He'd pack the boat up with furs and foods and chart a course for stargazing. Crisp autumn air, snuggling into furs, glittering stars above you, waves gently crashing against the boat.  It's the ultimate vacation.  It's only for about a week or so every year but it is always one of his favorite traditions. 

Ubbe: 

Oh my gods.  So, can we say husband material?  Ubbe gets INTO this.  He's in full nest mode.  The whole house has to completely transform.   And he spends the day at the market on a full shopping extravaganza.  And you are most certainly dragged along.   He's so freaking excited.   He knows what vendors he wants to visit and a pretty good idea of what he's getting.  The man has a list.   The cinnamon scented candles from the beekeeper.  A new tunic for him, a new dress for you.  Both dyed that deep dark red with leaves embroidered on the sleeves. A new breadbowl with a carving of a fox.   A bottle of spiced mead.  Like homeboy goes IN.  And honestly, you love the hell out of him for it. 

Hvitserk: 

Surprisingly, another nester.   Though, it manifests in different ways.    Hvitserk does love his food.  This is nothing new.   We were all aware of this.    So expect weekly trips to the market for new ingredients.   Expect off time spent trying new recipes.  Adventures baking and outdoor cooking.  Home and hearth and full bellies for this son of Ragnar.  Hvitserk is all about the flavors of fall. 

Sigurd: 

Sigurd will wax poetic for you.  Nah, maybe not full on poetry but expect evenings under a tree with the prince.   He'll wrap you in a fur blanket and tuck you against the bark of the trunk and let his fingers strum at the strings of his oud. 

Ivar: 

A chariot ride to see the changing colors of autumn.   He's prepared a picnic feast and you enjoy the scenery.  Eventually,  he surprises you when he takes you to a hillside covered in leaves and suggests rolling through the leaves.   It was the absolute best time. 

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Happy fall ya'll! I hope you're enjoying the autumnal season! 

I hope you liked this and thanks again anon for requesting!

I would love to hear what you thought!

Love, K

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[therealvikingstrash]

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[forevercomposedofnows]

Summary: Athelstan was a simple novice about to receive her orders when Ragnar Lothbrok and his men sieged the priory. Now, she is the Christian slave that every Viking man knows not to touch or else suffer Ragnar’s wrath.

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[dazed-poltergeist]

Was that a dream?

Pairing: (Vikings) Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, intended to be romantic

Warnings: None 🫶

Summary: After the first snowfall in Kattegat, you and the sons of Ragnar manage to take time out of your day to have a snowball fight.

Add. Notes: Hello there, I am participating in @vikingsevents 's Winter Solstice Event with the prompt "Snow!" The story is taking place before Ragnar's return is season 4. Also, I will start referring to the reader with 'You,' 'Y/N,' and 'they' terms by default. Looking forward to the holidays!

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

It had snowed a lot the night before. The few dismayed people who were unprepared for the snowfall had to work arduously the next day. While these people were working their arses off, Hvitserk was sitting in the great hall in front of a fire with Sigurd, Aslaug, and a few other people unfamiliar to the third oldest.

"I've lost track of time. Has the snow come early this year?" Aslaug quickly responded to Hvitserk's question; "No, in fact, it has come late this year. It was and still is cold as it usually is during this time of the year, though." Hvitserk contemplated on what to do with that information, until Björn and Ubbe came inside with wood for the fire.

The two eldest threw the wood into the pile of other burning materials, and Ubbe half-jokingly asked Björn, Hvitserk, and Sigurd if they wanted to go near Floki's place to play in the snow. The brothers complained about the cold but still accepted; every single one of them plotted to snow-sneak-attack the others.

The brothers thought for a second if they should find Ivar and Y/N to bring them along. Aslaug was the one to answer that, telling them that they should, for it would be unfair to leave the two out from the fun. The inconvenience of Ivar's brittle bones didn't come to mind to any of the Ragnarssons, so they listened to her with an objection from Sigurd and went looking for Ivar and Y/N.

Ivar and Y/N were sitting at the docks, wondering what happens to all of the fish trapped under the ice. Hvitserk was the first one to notice the two of you and scared the life out of you both by yelling 'fish' from behind. Ivar barked at Hvitserk on how he almost would've pulled out his dagger and stabbed him. The rest of the brothers ignored what Ivar said and offered you and him to go out of Kattegat to play in the snow.

Ivar scoffed at the offer, claiming that it was childish and that he wouldn't be able to do much in the snow anyway because of his disability. The other Ragnarssons remembered his problem at that very moment, and all they could say was that they won't take him with them if he doesn't want to come.

Then they turned to you, hoping that at least you will join them. You accepted the silly offer, but you felt guilty for leaving Ivar alone. You told the brittle-boned man that the two of you will continue the conversation after you return with the brothers. Sigurd blew a raspberry at Ivar as you were walking away with the rest of the Ragnarssons.

When you arrived at the place where you intended to play with the snow, it was midday and the sun was still covered by the clouds, making the sky look white and grey at the same time. The area was surrounded by pine trees and bushes covered in snow, along with piles of more snow. It was the perfect place to have a snowball fight.

Since you nor the brothers had done such childish things in years, you simply stood there for a brief while, trying to figure out what you should do now that you were there.

You were the first one to get moving; you ran to one of the snow piles and grabbed a handful of snow to form a snowball. You chose Björn as your first victim. You threw the snowball at him, and it hit him right on his forehead.

You and the rest of the brothers scattered in a laughing fit, because Björn's face was red and covered in snow. None of you were going to wait for him to throw the next snowball. Ubbe was the next one to throw, this time the victim being Sigurd's shoulder. The latter let out a yelp of surprise from the cold snowball as his clothes absorbed the snowball's water.

Björn pulled out two snowballs and sent one in your direction and the other in Hvitserk's. He, fortunately, missed on your part, but Hvitserk wasn't as lucky. Oh dismayed was he, for the snowball hit the nape of his neck and slipped under his clothes right after. The snowball fight went on in such a state for a brief while, until most of the brothers were soaked from the melting snow.

Ubbe and you were the last ones standing and decided to temporarily stop to escort the rest of the Ragnarssons to Floki's home. The boat builder along with Helga were excited to see them, for they hadn't visited in quite a while. As you and Ubbe left to continue, you saw Floki taking out blankets for the shivering brothers as Helga was finishing soup that she was making when they arrived.

Ubbe and you hurriedly ran back to the 'snow arena' so you could finish the snowball fight and join his brothers in Floki's and Helga's cabin. You and the second eldest went to separate piles of snow and both of you started forming snowballs and throwing them at each other with your red-from-the-cold hands.

Once Ubbe ran out of snowballs, he began sprinting in your direction. Mild panic took over you, and you barely moved from your spot until Ubbe tackled you to the snow-covered ground, laughing in the process.

Yours and Ubbe's faces were cold from the climate around you, but yours turned hot from how close Ubbe and you physically were. He seemed to have words on the tip of his tongue, the kind that you were not certain if you wanted to hear.

He properly wrapped his arms around you. The snow below you was seeping through your clothing and you felt the snow's cold in your bones, but you didn't want to ask Ubbe to let go of you. You were waiting for him to say the collection of words he appeared to have the urge to tell you.

When he finally said something which probably was what he wanted to say, you almost missed what he had said. He had, barely above a whisper, told you "I love you."

You were frozen in place, unsure if you should respond in the same manner. Ubbe in return moved a bit up, so Ubbe's and yours noses almost touched. He lightly tilted his face upwards and gave a soft peck on your nose. Both of you grinned like the happiest, the most innocent children the world could see.

[^Pun intended]

The snowball fight was still ongoing, apparently. Ubbe grabbed a fistful of snow from the ground next to you and showed it into your hair, before saying "I win." You could only respond with "Let's head back to everyone else before my flesh becomes one with the snow."

Ubbe helped your soaked self up from the ground and the two of you started going back to Floki's warm house as fast as you could before the cold earth would reclaim you both.

Before you knew it, you were sitting with most of the Ragnarssons around a fire made by Floki. You had finally dried up and now we're eating a small portion of hot stew made by Helga. Ubbe was sitting next to you, having a conversation with Hvitserk on the topic of women.

Sigurd got up from his place and mentioned going back to Kattegat to have dinner with Aslaug in the great hall. You and the others had agreed and now were giving the furs and leftover stew back to your hosts before saying goodbye to them.

Yours and Ivar's conversation on how the world worked continued after the dinner in the great hall. Ubbe wasn't listening anymore for a while now, sleeping on your side with his head on your shoulder. Currently, you were pondering on the structure of stars with the cripple.

"What do you think the stars are made of?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready to answer that question. Whatever the Sun is made of, I suppose."

"Everybody can say that, but what do you think?"

"Lightning. The heat of the Sun. Perhaps even ice, since all of them seem blue."

You were fortunate to sit near the door taking you outside because Ivar was trying to point at one of the stars in the night sky. You didn't want to wake up Ubbe by moving away from him.

"See that star over there? It's a red star. What is that made of, then?"

"Who knows? I think it's made of the high heat and fire from Muspelheim."

Soon enough, you and Ivar became too tired to carry on your conversation. It was time to wake up Ubbe against your will; there was no way you were going to carry him to his room. He was a bit clumsy in his dazed state, but you managed to escort him back to his bed. You whispered a response to his confession from earlier, and quietly left his room.

Ubbe woke up the next morning confused, trying to recall how he got to his room when he thought he fell asleep next to you in the great hall. For a brief moment, he thought that everything that happened yesterday was a dream. But then Aslaug knocked on his door and came inside, and asked him about how the snowball fight with his brothers went. He simply told her that they had fun, but they spent half of the time drying up in Floki's cabin. He left out the detail in which he confessed to you; she didn't need to know that.

Ohhh I liked writing this. I used to live in an area where it snowed a lot in the winter season. But now, I've moved and live in a place where the last time it snowed was 40 years ago. I miss snow tbh :[

-Eero, Dec 2022

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[literaryuppsala]

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[nanahachikyuu]

Eu sou Adão e você será Minha pequena Eva (Eva) O nosso amor na última astronave (Eva) Além do infinito eu vou voar Sozinho com você E voando bem alto (Eva) Me abraça pelo espaço de um instante (Eva) Me cobre com teu corpo e me dá A força pra viver E pelo espaço de um instante Afinal, não há nada mais que o céu azul Pra gente voar Sobre o Rio, Beirute ou Madagascar Toda a Terra reduzida a nada, nada mais E minha vida é um flash (flash) De controles, botões antiatômicos (Eva by Banda Eva)

This is my first entry to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Hot Fic Summer Challenge. Congratulations for the 1.2k followes, babes! You're amazingly talented and deserve so much more recogntion! 🤍

My prompt was "Rio de Janeiro Carnival", but as a Brazilian, and it being one of my favourite time of the year, I got a little carried away. I apologise in advance 🫢

Note: The song "Eva" is one of my favourite Carnaval ones and it's the one I listen to the most during that holiday. I didn't want to translate it, because I thought it wouldn't be fair...

CW: all pictures used are from Pinterest and my own personal archive.

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vikings + kids (2/?)

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[touchoflaughter]

Nobody Likes Sore Winners

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: The Ragnarssons are throwing some axes to the bet with Ivar being the most skilled one as always. When he started making fun of his older brothers, they decide to make sure he won't be the winner after all...

Lee/Ivar ; Lers/Björn,Ubbe

sfw nsfw

words: 3413

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

"For Fucks sake!", Björn angrily stepped forward to collect his weapon. While putting one foot on the trunk, he pulled as hard as he could on the the axe handle in order to get it out of the big oak tree. The blade was sunken deeply into the bark due to his powerful throw.

"It's not only about strength, Ironside.", Ivar chuckled, enjoying his brother suffer from the defeat with a wide smile.

"Shut your goddamn mouth!", Björn hissed, getting back to the mark, ready to throw again.

"You're not actually expecting to hit the target like this, right?", Ivar grinned scornfully.

"Let me concentrate you cheat.", Björn growled angrily and positioned himself once again.

"You gotta keep your elbows-", Ivar stopped when his brother threw the axe already. Björn tried to suppress a growl of frustration when it missed the target minimally. "-back.", Ivar finished with a knowing undertone.

"You better stop making fun of him, brother.", Ubbe suggested while sharpening his own axe next to Ivar.

"I'm trying to help him!", the youngest lied with an amused expression on his face, he couldn't and didn't want to suppress. "Oh come on Ironside! It's not that hard!"

"Fuck off.", Björn countered before collecting his axe once again. "I already threw the axe when your feet were smaller than a shell."

"Probably even back then I'd have thrown it better than you!", Ivar ridiculed him, hardly taming the upcoming laughter.

"Careful you littler poser.", Björn growled cautionary. "First you gotta prove yourself."

"I've been waiting for this! Let me show you how it's done.", Ivar grabbed his axe full of anticipation.

"Hold your horses. I got another try.", Ubbe contained his brothers joy. He got in position and carefully aimed the target. "Any suggestions for improvement, littlest?"

"Plenty.", Ivar chuckled, his arms crossed, trying to ignore the term of endearment.

"Just go for it. He simply tries to unsettle you.", Björn encouraged his younger brother.

So Ubbe went for it, failing even more than his big brother before. Disappointed in himself, he walked up to the big trunk and got his axe.

"That's what happens when you just go for it by the way.", Ivar grinned. "You fail."

"You are such a pain.", Ubbe groaned fretful. It seemed the even-tempered Viking was close to reaching his limit of patience now as well.

"Since you corrected us the whole time you better hit the target perfectly now.", Björn came up to his youngest brother who looked at him nonchalantly.

"I only have to hit the target two times out of three to be better than you two fools.", Ivar countered with the confidence of someone who has already won.

"Don't waste time with long speeches.", Ubbe invited him, placing himself on Ivars left. "Show us."

Ivar sighed when he lifted the axe over his head. "My own brothers still underestimate me." Then he threw the weapon with enormous power and precision towards the mighty oak. When the sharp blade hit the mark on the bark perfectly he looked at his brothers with a meaningful glance.

"Oh come on!", Ubbe groaned even louder this time.

"That definitely was a stroke of luck!", Björn challenged while collecting the axe for his crippled brother who was sitting on a small trunk, about fifteen meters away. "You won't manage to do this another time."

"I'd manage to do this with my eyes closed.", Ivar provoked his brothers who looked at each other grimly.

"Bet!", Björn passed him the axe.

"Alright!", Ivar aimed the target like a predator its prey, then closed his eyes and lifted the axe above his head for the second time. Just at the same moment he lunged, he felt an unexpected sensation on his ribs and lost his balance. Accompanied by a shocked yell he let go of the weapon. He opened his eyes as the axe flew through the air and landed far off the trunk, onto the smooth forest ground.

His brothers bursted out laughing at once. On the one hand because he missed the target completely but mainly because of this unexpected reaction.

Now it was Ivar, who seemed pretty fed up: "What's so funny? You cheated!"

"T-Thahat noise you just made!", Ubbes eyes filled with tears due to all the laughing.

"How adorable, little one!", Björn chuckled, calming down slowly.

"What did you just call me?!", Ivars anger grew with every second the two laughed about him.

"It's adorable how ticklish you are.", Björn repeated himself, knowing exactly how much it upsets his brother.

"Wha-?! I'm not- You simply threw me off balance!", Ivar protested.

"With just one finger?", Ubbe still couldn't suppress the laughter. "Wether you're really weak or really ticklish. It's up to you to choose!"

"Pass me the axe! I'll throw again. There's still one attempt remaining.", Ivar hissed, because he didn't know what to counter anymore. He will win and wipe that sickening grin from his brothers faces!

"Good luck.", Ubbe chuckled when he complied with his offer and handed him the weapon. This time, Ivar left his eyes wide open. Once again he aimed his target but right in the moment he threw the axe, both his brothers clawed into his sides. The youngest screamed in absolute shock and curled up instinctually. Unfortunately he fell from the trunk in the process and and landed on the soft ground.

"Go to hell!", he cursed while trying to turn around so he could punish both of them with the angriest glance he got. But when he noticed the wolfish grin on his brothers faces he crawled backwards slowly. His facial expression turned from angry to scared at once.

"Back up you two! I'm serious!", Ivars heart beat got up with every step his brothers made into his direction. "I'll cut off your hands if you touch me!"

"Oh you're so fearsome, crawling for your dear life like that.", Björn mocked him. Then exchanged a glance with Ubbe, before both of them pounced on Ivar simultaneously.

"GET OHOFF!! I SWEAR TO THE GODS YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD!!", Ivar screamed, fighting for his dear life. Ubbe tried to wrap his arms around Ivars legs but the younger one managed to get him into a chokehold and immediately closed his grip around his neck. He'd have him knocked out in seconds, if there wouldn't be the oldest brother, clawing into the back of his ribs from behind. Ivar let slip a tortured growl and really tried to hold on to his brother but the second Björn started tickling his ribs frantically, he couldn't handle it anymore.

"FUHUCK! YOU BLOHODY BAHASTARD!" He nearly screamed while letting go of Ubbe who needed a moment to catch his breath again.

Without hesitation Ivar tried to rotate and catch Björns wrists, taking advantage of the short window Ubbe needed to recover from his attack. Since he was a responsive warrior, he managed to get one wrist after another, starting a trial of strength. But even though Ivar had the biggest arms and strongest core of them all, he still couldn't act as holistically as his big brother, who also had his legs to support him.

"No chance, baby brother! You're going down!", Björn triumphed, a reckless grin playing upon his lips.

"You're nuts!", Ivar countered, still holding onto his brothers wrists. Björn slowly overpowered him by pushing him onto the ground, when suddenly Ubbe appeared above his head.

"You actually tried to kill me, huh?", he accused his little brother in disbelieve, still placing his hand on his reddened throat.

"I warned you!", Ivar growled pretty strained already. "Björn! Get off of me! Now!"

The oldest, who managed to sit on the youngest thighs by now, exchanged a meaningful look with Ubbe, who understood immediately. And so did Ivar: "Oh FUCK no! Last warning! Let go of me or I'll put an end to your miserable life!"

The older brothers ignored his threats while pushing his arms to the ground above his head. Björn stayed at his thighs when Ubbe held down his arms by shifting his bodyweight onto the younger one's wrists.

Now Ivar laid flat on his back, stretched out completely, with his brothers kneeling onto him, meeting his cowed gaze with an evil grin.

"Listen!", Ivar started once again, scraping up his courage, but Björn interrupted him: "Nah you listen you cheeky little poser!"

"Nobody likes sore winners, Ivar!", Ubbe agreed with their older brother.

"Since you taught us so many lessons today, we probably return that favour, should we?", Björn asked addressed to Ubbe.

"Sounds only fair to me.", he countered with a wide grin.

"Hold on a minute!" They could clearly hear the undertone of fear in Ivars voice when he tried to defend himself another time. "I only tried to help you improve that poor excuses of axe-throwing skills!"

"Even now you're too cheeky for your own good!", Ubbe shook his head in disbelief. Ivar looked up at him blankly, seeming not to understand what he did wrong.

"Seems we have to frighten him even harder.", Björn grinned. Then he started undoing his brothers shirt. Once again every muscle in Ivars body tensed and he tried as hard as he could to break free. But there wasn't even the breeze of a chance with both of his brothers kneeling on top of him.

"Stop! Björn you fucking pervert! Let me go NOW!", Ivar got louder and louder. "And you're simply letting him do this?!", he asked, looking straight into Ubbes crystal blue eyes, looming above him.

"Nah I don't simply let him do it. I enjoy watching the panic on your face rise with every button he opens.", Ubbe mocked, when Björn suddenly exposed Ivars toned upper body.

"Look at those muscles our little brother built!", Björn mocked while poking into his abs a few times, knowing for his stubborn brother the teasing was at least as unbearable as the tickling itself.

"Such strong arms. Too bad all this muscle doesn't help you get any less ticklish.", Ubbe continued, squeezing into his brothers biceps a few times.

Ivar's head has taken a deep red colour and he'd love to threaten and insult his brothers so they finally change their minds and decide to let him go. Unfortunately he knew he wouldn't be able to say one single word without letting slip an embarrassing sound. Like or not, he had to stay quiet.

"He got pretty quiet, didn't he?", Ubbe asked his brother while scribbling his fingers up and down Ivars muscular arms, intentionally skipping his bare armpits.

"How relaxing. The little poison dwarf keeps his mouth shut for once.", Björn closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the silence.

"Y-You f-fuckehers!", Ivar growled with all the self-control he had left. But to his terror he stumbled like a little kid and some giggles slipped.

"W-What d-did you say?", Björn copied him gleefully before starting a rigorous tickle attack: He spidered his fingers up and down Ivars sides. From upper ribs to the hips, up and down, down and up. His hands were so quick, Ivar was thunderstruck for a second, then his whole body rebelled and he let go a shocked yell before bursting out laughing uncontrollably. Ubbe as well didn't tame himself anymore and started scribbling his fingers all over Ivars exposed armpits.

The youngest wasn't able to take any of this, let alone all of it combined! He started laughing hysterically while shaking his head in al directions, trying to break free with all he got. "AHAHAHAHA BAHAHSTARDS! GEHEHT LOHOST WHAHAHAH! I'LL KIHILL YOUAHAHAHAA!", Ivar still tried to threaten, while shaking and panicking like a fish out of water.

"Serves you right, litte rascal!", Ubbe started laughing along while Björns wolfish grin widened with every helpless word his little brother screamed.

"Look at our ticklish baby brother! Isn't it adorable how a few fingers make him all hysterical and helpless.", Björn teased. Then he leaned forward so his eyes were right in front of Ivars: "What a fierce warrior you are."

Between all that helpless laughter, all of a sudden, Ivar seized the benefit of Björn being so close, to spit on his face.

"BAHACK OHOFF YOU FUHUCKING CUHUN'T!!", his lungs must nearly implode from all that hysterical laughing, cursing and screaming.

Björn stopped torturing him for a moment and leaned backwards, trying to realise what his brother just did. Even Ubbe stopped the tickling and stared at the oldest with his mouth wide open. Björn slowly wiped away Ivars spit on his chin and nodded slowly. "Now-", he cleared his throat and continued speaking with a dangerously quiet voice. "Now you're in serious trouble."

Ivar seemed to not even listen to him. He simply savoured the urgently needed break by filling his lungs with air again.

Ubbe, who recognised the familiar glance on his eldest brothers face, tried to calm things down: "H-Hey Björn he didn't mean to-"

"Hell yeah I did!", Ivar shouted with all the strength he had left in his voice.

Björn nodded calmly. "Alright. Say your prayers.", accompanied by this words, he clawed into Ivars sides, digging into the strong obliques without mercy. Ubbe, who didn't exactly knew what to do, stayed on top of Ivar's wrists, holding him down but didn't assisted Björn any further.

He didn't need to. The oldest brother clearly enjoyed being the reason the youngest was in absolute agony. They have never seen the dreaded Viking leader screaming, laughing and almost crying like that.

"Apologise!", Björn wasn't smiling anymore, yet the wicked grin gave away how much he savoured the power he held.

"EHEHEAT SHIT AHAHAND DIEEHE AHAAA!! BLOHOODY AHAHA FUHUHUCKEER! CUT IHIT AHAHAA OUTAHAH!!", Ivar had a hard time trying to form complete sets while laughing on top of his lungs. Of course his provoking answer led to even worse tickling techniques.

"Take your time.", Björn conquered calmly, while spidering his fingers all over Ivars exposed armpits as well as kneading his ribs and sides. "Just know, you- Ivar The Boneless- will be tamed and defeated by some childish little pokes. He continued by additionally vibrating his fingers between each ribs.

Ubbe, who became a spectator since the situation got more serious, looked at his helpless brother with way more compassion: "Come on Björn, he learned his lesson."

"If he did, he'd apologise!", Björn hissed, continuing tickling mercilessly. "Say it Ivar! Tell me you're sorry!"

The youngest, who had tears running down his face while screaming and swearing his head off, now looked up to Ubbe. When the older brother realised the powerlessness of the youngest, he got up and tried to convince Björn once again: "He'd never apologise. You know that. That's just how he is. Now let him go."

But the oldest was unmindful of this attempt of persuasion, digging into Ivars hips and stomach now. "That won't wash with me! I won't stop until he begs me for it!"

Ivar, who got his arms to protect himself since Ubbe let go, tried to push his brothers bear paws away. Without success. He was simply too weakened and uncoordinated due to the pitiless and constant torture.

Between the laughter that started to grow silent, Ivar once again shouted on top of his lungs: "YOU'LL SUHUFFER FOHOR THIHISAHAHAAA!"

"Oh will I? What exactly are you going to do, huh? You don't stand a chance!", Björn was japing.

"What the hell is going on over here?!"

All faces turned when they heard Sigurds voice. No-one had noticed him 'till then. Too loud were Ivars bloodcurdling screams and hysterical laughter.

"Björn tries to teach him a lesson. But I think it's massively exaggerated by now.", Ubbe explained, watching the scene with more and more doubts rising.

"Oh I see that quite differently!", Sigurd glanced down to their squirming brother, who still was laughing and wheezing under Björns touch. "He's always sassy or broody so I think a good laugh is quite the perfect punishment!"

“Yeah show us how much you enjoy it by laughing your bony ass off!", Sigurd smirked what made Ivar boil with rage. The one thing that could make the torture even worse, was his biggest opponent, that also was his brother, making fun of him in such a vulnerable situation.

"FUCK OFFAHAAAHAHAA!! BLOHODY CUHUUNT!!", the veins were literally bulging out of his reddened throat. Ivar looked up to Ubbe, who tried to pull Björn off of him softly: "Come on now! Enough!"

"APOLOGISE!", Björn growled, tickling frantically but having a hard time, getting rid of Ubbe, who was pulling harder and harder.

But Ivar stayed silent. Well, not silent exactly. He was still laughing, coughing and screeching uncontrollably. In spite of everything, he did not obey his brother.

"Leave him alone!", all of a sudden, Björn got pulled off the tortured Viking and landed flat on his back. Hvitserk and Ubbe pounced on him at once and managed to hold him down.

"Back off!", Björn growled warning, but none of them followed his instructions. "I said back off!", he repeated himself, trying to free himself.

"He has enough!", Ubbe determined emphatically.

"He spat on me!!", Björn argued, fighting back with all he got. "He'll pay for that!"

Hvitserk, who tried to connect the dots, looked at Ivar who didn't move an inch. He stared into the air, breathing heavily, with his whole body still shaking from the intense attack. "To me it seems he already payed.", Hvitserk tried to side with Ivar.

"He spat on me!", Björn repeated once again, as if it would change his brothers minds. He actually managed to push Hvitserk off, but fortunately Ubbe remained in his place, holding the eldest down until Hvitserk bobbed up and came to help again.

"Yea and you nearly tickled him to death!", Ubbe countered in an undertone of anger. "We wanted to teach him a lesson for being so smart alec, not torture him to the point of absence."

"What were you thinking!?", Hvitserk asked his oldest brother, checking on Ivar once again but nothing had changed since the last time.

Björn needed a moment to calm down, then he sighed: "He can be so provocative. Maybe I got carried away a little."

"We'll let you go if you promise to leave him alone.", Ubbe looked down at Björn with a serious glance on his face.

"Alright, alright.", the eldest nodded in approval. Hvitserk was the first to get up. He walked over to his exhausted brother with concern in his voice: "Are you ok?"

Ivar did not respond. All he could return was a slight nod.

"You look ridiculous!", Sigurd chuckled and earned the angry looks of Hvitserk and Ubbe at once.

"Hold your tongue!", Ubbe appeared next to Hvitserk and kneeled down, placing his hand on ivars chest, trying to calm him down. The youngest flinched when he touched him. "I'm sorry Ivar. I didn't mean to do this to you."

"So you learned your lesson, huh? Apologising now?", Björn crossed his muscular arms and looked down at Ivar without much compassion.

This time, Ivar actually seemed to listen to what was said to him. He raised one of his shaky arms and gave him the middle finger.

"Oh wow.", Björn shook his head, fiercely grinning. "You're such a gleep."

"So- love, peace and harmony?", Ubbe looked from one to another. "I mean you're somehow even."

"I'll never get along with that attitude of yours but at least I can tickle it out of you from time to time.", Björn moved up to his youngest brother and held out his hand to help him up.

Ivar rejected his offer by staying still, looking at him disapprovingly.

"Come on now, don't be a sorehead!", Björn still held out his hand. "I'm sorry if I drove it too far."

"Oh you'll be.", Ivar hissed, when he finally seized the proffered hand and got back onto the trunk he sat on before.

"And he's threatening again.", Björn whistled amused. "That's a good sign, right?"

"Now go for that throw and show us how it's done.", Ubbe handed him the axe with a granting smile.

Ivar threw with all the strength and concentration he had left and couldn't stifle a smile when the sharp blade cut the target in half perfectly.

The brothers rejoiced, clapped on his shoulder and gave him the bumps to honour their little brothers well deserved victory. Ivar felt so happy, he even forgot plotting his revenge for a moment.

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[tryingtoremembermyname]

Vikings ask who is hvitserk favourite brother

i’m divided between saying Ivar and Ubbe.. my heart says Ivar (because of the dynamic we see on screen - Alex and Marco friendship kind of ‘flowed’ through the two characters) ; but my head tells me it’s Ubbe.

Of course Hvitserk jumped ship, but, in my opinion, he changed his mind because he admired Ivar and his ‘Viking way of thinking’. Hvitserk wanted to prove himself, and what better to do that than to follow Ivar the fucking boneless who just wanted to fight and raid. So I don’t think Hvitserk jumped ship because he particularly wanted to be with Ivar, but more because he wanted to demonstrate his strength.

And when you think about it, Hvitserk first choice was Ubbe. His first instinct was to follow Ubbe ; not Ivar (that might be because Ivar is a bit… u know… goofy).

Also, Hvitserk and Ubbe literally shared a wife? To be able to do that you have to hold so much trust, respect and love for one another. You don’t just agree to do that with anyone.

Now, I don’t have an actual answer because I’m really unsure. So tell me what you guys think!

little update after some thinking :

i myself have siblings, and I will be honest, I wouldn’t for the life of me be able to choose a favourite. my relation which each one of them is so different and I feel like it’s the same with Hvitserk and his brothers (and probably for you too if you have siblings).

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[strawberry-mousse]

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[littlemessyjessi]

So... I'm on a Vikings kick again.

Requests... please?

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