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Time Knows No Bounds - Part Five

Warnings: Finally, the sexual tension you have been waiting for! Some NSFW parts are present, so please read responsibly and don't get caught. ;)

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: This will be in Ragnar's POV again. -A rude interruption leads to your freedom from the utility closet, but will the opportunity to get this close ever present itself again? Time will only tell.

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It seemed that there was destined to be an interruption at every time that he attempted to get closer to y/n. First the 'phone' that she had in her pocket back in the bedroom she had given him, chiming when the two of them had just started to lean into one another. Now to the door flying open when he had actually began to make contact with her lips. Those lips that had long been on his mind from the moment she first gave him a smirk back at him in return to his. Ragnar had been enthralled with y/n from the moment his eyes landed upon her after arriving to this time period, even more so than the advanced world around him. Y/n was by far the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen and her sassy personality and humor caused him to grow even more attracted to her as the hours flew by. What really drew him to her, was her sense of nobility: she was willing to do what she could to help him even though she had no real reason to. She could have left him there and been on her way and who knew what sort of trouble he would have found himself in. Ragnar was quite good at getting himself into trouble, and being here alone, he had no one to get him out of it. Yet y/n was adamant in helping him to fit in, and learn the way of things in this time, while also doing what she could to figure out just how he got there and how he could get back. Perhaps it was a good thing that they had been interrupted from their kiss? If he was to end up going home one day...would it not be better to avoid the temptation that y/n presented? Ragnar knew that it was silly to believe this, for they had just met, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before he ended up falling madly in love with her.

The small balding man from earlier was standing there with raised eyebrows, though the two of you had pulled apart quickly when the door had opened. The look in the man's eye told them that he had still seen their close proximity and their flushed faces no doubt gave away what had been about to happen. Y/n began to explain the situation and the man just smiled and held up his hand. "No need for explanation, this is honestly the most tame thing I have come across when opening this door." he said, as his eyes cast elsewhere, a vacant and disturbed expression on his face. "I will have maintenance fix it tonight during their shift, mark my words. It's only a matter of time before I end up getting myself locked in here and I can tell you, no one would come looking for the boss." he said with a chuckle. Y/n gave a small smile and then glanced at Ragnar before she grabbed the broom and headed out, to which he followed after her, giving a nod of thanks to the man, even though he was not 100% thankful for the interruption. He followed her back to the exhibit where he watched y/n begin to sweep up the little bits of paper, pottery and other things that were scattered across the floor. He watched her silently for a moment before he began to open his mouth to say something, but she stopped him by handing him the broom. "I need to go and find the dust pan, can you finish up for me?" she asked with a small smile on her lips. How could he say no? He gave a nod of his head and then watched her walk away, his eyes slowly roaming down her body to her backside before he sighed and looked down at the bits that still needed to be swept into a pile.

When she came back they helped one another finish sweeping and dumping the dust pan into the trash before finally they were finished and the exhibit, hopefully, looked good as new. He watched as she went around one final time to each part of the exhibit and adjusted it slightly, before she finally gave a nod and came back over to him. "That's better." she said. Ragnar smirked at her and then set the broom down against the wall. "What is next?" Y/n smirked back at him and then said that they were free to do whatever for the day, since it was still technically her day off. "This is a whole new world for you, what would you like to do?" Ragnar's mind thought back to the moment in the closet, where he had y/n pressed up against the wall with his body, his lips so close to capturing hers as he had been longing for. Yeah, there was no denying that that was what he wanted to explore right now. Yet as he looked at y/n as she stood there smiling at him with a tilted head, the way that the sunlight from the skylights above danced across her hair and lit up her eyes some, he knew that there was something more he wanted. He gestured for them to head out of the museum and as they did, his eyes searching around him at the vast city and all of its massive structures of metal and brick and...noise. So. Much. Noise. Ragnar suddenly felt overwhelmed and he rubbed the back of his neck uneasily before he felt y/n place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked down at her. He gave a smile and then slid his hands into the pockets of his pants...er...jeans, he believed she called them? "What is your most favorite place to go in the city?" he asked. "That is what I would like to see." he said, his smile forming into his trademark smirk.

This seemed to take y/n by surprise, her eyebrows lifting to the heaven's ever so slightly before coming back down and a smile played upon her lips. "Oh." she said before she pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "Alright, but we will need to grab some provisions first." she said, which altogether confused him. Provisions for what? She lifted her finger and wagged it in motion for him to follow her, he did not hesitate. They soon found themselves back inside her home, where he watched as she went to the kitchen and began to rummage around in the refrigerator, setting things onto the counter before diving back in again. "What are you doing?" Ragnar asked as he finally began to make his way toward the kitchen. "Do me a favor and go grab that blanket that's on the back of the couch." She said while still halfway within the box. He paused, his eyes scanning the room until they caught sight of the large blanket that was draped over the dark blue three cushioned piece of furniture and he picked it up, folding it a bit. He brought it into the kitchen and stood there as she began to put together some sort of food, that contained meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and placed between two slices of bread. Huh. Ragnar leaned forward some, looking over her shoulder as she cut them in half and placed the pieces into a container and closed the lid. Then she grabbed a bottle of something yellow and a jar of something white, to which she placed it within a large basket. She then grabbed some bottles of water and put them inside as well, along with plates that appeared to be made out of paper and some cutlery too and then she stood there thinking for a moment before she turned and looked at him. "I think that is all we will need." "For what?" "You'll see." He groaned, letting his head fall back a bit as he did and she chuckled, hoisting the basket to him for him to carry and he lifted his head back up, stared down at her silently before pursing his lips and taking the basket from her. "Fine."

Once again he found himself within one of those so called 'cars' and they were on their way to wherever y/n had planned on taking him. The trip did not take as long as he had thought it would, still, he was just as mesmerized by the surroundings they passed as he was the first time he had been in a 'car'. They came down a path that wound a little way, trees on either side in neat rows, flowers at full bloom within their thick foliage. Ragnar leaned closer to the window in hopes of seeing exactly where they were going until the car then came to a stop and he blinked, turning to look over at y/n as she began to open the door. "We will have to walk from here." she said with a smile, a dimple forming at the corner of her mouth that he had not noticed before but oh how he was enamored by it. He swatted her hand away from the basket when she reached for it as it sat between them, taking it in his own hand and gave her a smirk as he exited the car and walked around to where she stood waiting for him. He followed after her as they continued on to a smaller path that branched off from where the car had left them and he couldn't help but let his gaze wander from his surroundings, to roaming up and down y/n's body slowly as she walked ahead of him. From the way that her hair blew slightly in the breeze causing it to dance around her shoulders, to the way that her hips would sway as she walked. Ragnar's eyes couldn't keep from focusing on her backside longer than what was probably appropriate, but he just simply could not help himself. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, his eyes quickly averted elsewhere before she could catch on, though when she looked back ahead, his eyes would trail right back and a smirk would form on his face.

They finally stepped off of the pathway that she had been leading them down and began a climb uphill until they reached the very top, where she then took the blanket from on top of the basket and threw it outward, allowing it to settle upon the grass. Then she lowered herself down to smooth it out, then she took the basket from his hand and set it off to the side of the blanket before standing back up. Ragnar had been about to sit down upon the blanket, thinking that was what she was aiming to do as well, but she had stopped him with a hand to his shoulder and gestured for him to look in a direction off ahead of them. He turned his gaze and she smiled at his reaction as his mouth parted ever so slightly at the sight of their view. Vast gardens and mazes lined the way below them, colorful blooms of almost every shade all intricately positioned within the maze and walkways. What truly caused Ragnar's mouth to part was the castle that was at the end of the mazes and gardens, perfectly placed like it had hopped off of the pages of a storybook. "Rosenborg Castle and gardens. One of my most favorite places." she said softly as she stood a little closer to him, tilting her head a bit as she looked up at him and then out toward the scenery. "With my love for history, this place never disappoints to fill my head with wonder." Y/n gave a soft sigh and Ragnar finally turned and looked down at her, a smile upon his face instead of his trademark smirk. "It is...quite amazing. There are not many castles back home." He lowered himself down to the blanket as she did, bringing his knees up and letting his arms drape over them lazily as he watched her begin to fish out the items from within her basket and set them out upon the blanket. "What do you call all of...this?" he said, gesturing before him at all of the food, plates, bottles of water and other things. Y/n smiled and opened the container and pulled out the bread with meat and cheese between it and set it upon a plate, handing it to him. "A picnic. That's a sandwich." she added, when he opened his mouth and pointed at the unfamiliar food item before him. His eyes lifted to hers for a moment, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly in question and he began to open his mouth once more. "No, not that kind of witch." Again, beating him to the punch.

Ragnar eyed the sandwich with suspicion at first, then watched as y/n pulled out the jar of white stuff and the bottle of yellow and pointed them to the sandwich. "Lift the bread up and I will add some of both. Mustard. Mayonnaise." she said, holding up each of the items as she named them and he just stared at them before finally doing as she said. "Something the vikings didn't get to experience. A world of flavorful food." she said, clicking her tongue in sadness. When she was finished applying the mustard and mayonnaise, Ragnar let the bread fall back down and then brought the sandwich up to his mouth and bit into it. The moment everything hit his tongue, he paused and his eyes drifted to the basket that sat behind y/n. "Is...there more in there?" he asked, after having swallowed the bite he had in his mouth. Y/n chuckled and nodded, stating she had packed several sandwiches. She then pulled out a small and rather noisy bag and he watched as she opened it, leaning forward and looking into the back as she then pulled out a flat piece of..something, and then popped it in her mouth and he could hear the sound of her crunching it. He raised an eyebrow as she continued to crunch on that piece, from what he had seen it did not look at all hard, but yet the sound was quite...loud. He smirked and then she allowed him to grab one from the bag as well and when he placed it within his mouth, he was blown away from the flavor and when he bit down on it, it would have startled him with how crunchy it was, had he not already known from overhearing y/n earlier. "What is this thing?" he asked, still crunching which made her laugh out loud. "It's called a potato chip and there are so many flavors out there." This intrigued him greatly, the fact that this delicious and crunchy form of heaven was made out of a potato and he then asked y/n exactly how they were made and what these other flavors would be. The fact that the list of flavors went on, and he literally had no idea what more than half of them were, blew his mind though she did promise to help him form a quest to try every flavor possible.

Eventually all of the food was gone and now the two of them were left with just sitting upon the quilt she had brought and watching the shadows grow longer as the day grew ever onward. Y/n told Ragnar the history of the castle that was before them as they sat upon the hill and watched people come and go across the grounds before them. How they would venture inside of it and y/n explained how it was open to the public, everyone able to tour the palace and all of its wonders. This intrigued Ragnar greatly, especially the fact that people could just waltz into the castle like that and this caused y/n to laugh. "Well, there are not that many monarchies still around anymore and even then, their power is nothing like it once was. The average person has more power these days than royalty, honestly. Governments were created, people can vote and choose how they want things to be. It's a very different world now." she said as she leaned back on her hands, her legs stretched out before her as she looked at the castle while the sun cast down upon it in a way that made it almost look like it was glowing. Ragnar glanced over at her, not being able to help himself from doing so, his own hands holding him upright as he leaned back upon them as well. He took in just how she was looking at the castle and the grounds that lay out before them, how her eyes showed just how much she admired the history that she knew, the architecture that the castle boasted even after the centuries that it had been standing there. His chest swelled a little as he gazed at her, the way the light would dance across her face as sun hit against the surface of the small lake that was in front of the castle. He finally cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Why are you helping me?" he asked finally after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n was silent for awhile after that question, but as he watched, he could see her face showing signs of deep thought. "Because there is a reason behind all of this happening: you suddenly coming into the future and us meeting." she paused for a moment and then looked over at him. "I want to know what that reason is." Their eyes locked for a moment, Ragnar's heart suddenly skipping at beat just from that and then y/n smirked at him. "Plus, you seem like a trouble maker. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you." At this point, Ragnar could not help himself. He leaned toward her, his left hand reaching up and placing itself against the back of her neck gently and with it he brought her toward him. The soft gasp she gave in response silencing as his mouth captured it, his lips softly pressing against hers at first before they began to guide hers in a subtly sensual dance. He could feel her hesitation in the beginning, from the way her body went stiff but after a few moments he felt her relax, give in and she began to move her lips against his as well. The sensation of her lips moving against his caused that low burning heat he had within his lower stomach to engulf into a raging inferno, escalating as her hand made its' way to the side of his face and cupped it for a moment before moving behind his head, to the back of his neck, her fingers digging slightly into the base of his hairline. Ragnar continued the kiss, slowly deepening it as he then moved his body closer to hers and began to maneuver her downward toward the blanket they were seated upon, his hand cradling her neck to guide the way. He moved so that way he was somewhat on top of her, his lips dancing against hers until they began to venture along her jawline and behind her ear, his mind and body reeling from the soft sounds of agreement that came from her mouth as he did.

The hand that he had been using to keep himself from putting all of his weight upon her, slid around her waist and then began to travel toward one of her breasts when suddenly he felt her hand catch hold of his wrist, stopping his movement. Ragnar paused and then slowly pulled his face away slightly, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "We should stop before someone sees." she said, which caused him to lift his had further and scan the area with his eyes before looking back down at her. "No one is watching." he said with a smirk, starting to lean back down toward her mouth, but she put a hand against his chest, once again stopping him. Y/n gave a soft chuckle and began to sit up, pushing him upward as well with the hand that was upon his chest. "I'm sure where you are from, people just fuck in the middle of the village and no one spares a passing glance, but here it is quite different. We don't need to end up in jail." Now sitting up, she began to pack up the items around her and put them into the basket. "Perhaps it's time to head back home?" she said, her eyes lifting to meet his. Ragnar quickly stood up and began to carefully roll up the blanket as she gave a soft laugh and moved from on top of it so that he could place it into the basket as well. Soon a taxi was hailed and the two of them were riding along in silence that was so thick that the tension could be cut with a knife. Glances were stolen. Lips were chewed upon slightly. Ragnar's knee was bouncing uncontrollably as he let hand rest there, fingers gripping into his flesh, his mind imagining that his hand was kneading one of those impressive mounds she had for breasts. Could this taxi possibly move any slower?

Finally back at y/n's apartment, they worked together to put away any left overs and other items before y/n stated that she was going to take a shower and Ragnar gave a nod, figuring that he would just lie down upon his bed since he still did not really understand how to work the 'TV'. He followed after her down the hallway and as he did, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her as she was before him. The way her back curved, down to that luscious backside...the feelings from earlier began to swell back up within him with a vengeance. Ragnar's pace quickened by a few steps and he then took hold of y/n's waist and turned her toward him suddenly. He moved her against the wall, pushing her up against it as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his once again. Any gasps or noise she may have made in reaction to this sudden movement was swallowed down by Ragnar as he pressed himself against her, his hands sliding down her sides and squeezing lightly. Y/n gave a soft moan against his mouth and this caused him to give a bit of a growl as he then moved his lips to her neck, one of his hands sliding down to cup against her bottom and giving it a hardy squeeze. Ragnar felt her fingers curl a bit into his hair and grip hard, which made him suddenly move his hand from her bottom down to that thigh and he lifted her leg up and wrapped it around his hip as he pressed his growing excitement against her. When he felt her grind against him slightly, Ragnar all but lost control and began to bite and suck against the skin of her collarbone as he used his other hand to move up under her shirt and cupped one of her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze after. Y/n's hand took hold of his braid and pulled his head back up to where she began to kiss him fervently, her tongue even darting across his bottom lip. Ragnar groaned, pressing himself more against her as his body pinned her against the wall, giving his hips a roll while holding there and then grinning against her mouth when she let out an involuntary moan. He then removed his hand from under her shirt and slid it behind her to where he cupped her other thigh and brought it up around his hip as well. He held her like that for a moment against the wall, devouring her lips, biting and sucking against that bottom lip of hers until he then moved away from the wall, carrying her down the hallway and through the doorway of his room.

Their lips never parted as he carried her, not even as he came over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, moving to hover over her. Ragnar took the time to lift her shirt up and over her head, letting his eyes roam over her flawless skin, his eyes hesitating on the odd looking bodice that was clasped around her perfect breasts (he made a mental note to ask about this later). He then began to kiss down the side of her neck, letting his lips dance across her collarbone once more before he moved them further down until he came to the tops of her breasts. He placed light kisses there at first...then he began to lick, moving the piece of fabric that kept her sensitive bud hidden from him. Once it was revealed, he took it into his mouth gently and sucked on it lightly, his eyes lifting toward y/n's face as she gasped. Her back arched upward from the bed and he let one of his arms wrap around her waist to keep her in that position as he then let his other hand begin to slide down the front of her pants, now that there was room with the angle she was in. Ragnar moaned against her skin as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking and gently biting down as his fingers descended toward his objective. His index finger had just brushed against her ready clit when the sound of numerous chimes echoed around them. He paused, lifting his eyes toward her as she gave a groan. "Someone's at the door." she said, breathless. He felt her body begin to tense with the movement of trying to sit herself up, but he held her down with his palm against her pelvic bone and his mouth quickly moving to the other breast as his hand moved away the fabric from that nipple as well. She gasped, arching upward again and gave quick and eager attention to this breast for a moment before lifting his face up some and looking at her. "They can come back another day." he said with smirk, before he began to move his fingers back to her clit...when the chiming began again, this time more frequently. Ragnar gave a loud groan and let his forehead rest against her chest for a moment, before he felt her hand gently begin to push against his chest and he reluctantly rolled off of her and onto his back upon the bed, staring at the ceiling with annoyance.

Y/n gave him an apologetic look before she slipped her shirt back on over her head and adjusted her hair before heading out into the hallway and toward the front door. Ragnar waited for a moment, allowing certain body parts to adjust to the unwelcome interruption, before he pushed himself off of the bed and headed to the living room. He stopped in the doorway of the hall when he found y/n standing by the front door, now closed, with a young man standing beside her. The man cast him a look with a raised eyebrow, to which Ragnar did not hesitate to give back until his eyes moved to y/n as she spoke. "Ragnar, this is my older brother, Kyle."

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3vhasashi · 16 days

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𝒯𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 — 𝖱𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

I had “Too Sweet” by Hozier in mind as I wrote this, so please be aware that a significant part of the storyline is based on it. I apologize in advance as English is not my first language. Thank you for your attention and good reading :)

Warnings: Sex, fingering, explicit language, abandonment, mention of kidnapping.

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Long months had passed since the abrupt change in routine that you endured. Being a slave to a northerner was not part of your life plan, but you wouldn't complain. Until now, no one had done anything bad to you. Your biggest fear was someone touching you inappropriately, but no, Ragnar wouldn't allow that. Since the moment the Viking chose to spare you, no one else dared to even look at you with ill intentions. So doing household chores for Ragnar in exchange for protection and housing wasn't so bad. You had time to pick flowers and gather apples in the woods. Whenever you turned around, Ragnar was there. You preferred to convince yourself that they were just coincidences, but the way he stared at you, maybe it wasn't just a coincidence after all, Ragnar intrigued you in unknown ways.

You were summoned by an older slave, a sweet smile on his face as you joined your fellow allies. In a quick move, you were cleaning the entire grand hall, waiting for Lord Ragnar and his companions to arrive. After all, it was customary to celebrate after a successful raid. As you finished cleaning the last wooden table in front of you, a muffled sigh escaped you, and you decided to go outside for some fresh air. The moonlight reflected on your hair, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling rejuvenated after doing a good job. However, even with your eyes closed, you could sense a figure approaching. Turning your face delicately, you saw Ragnar, the atmosphere crackled with a unique energy, a charged anticipation that hung between you and Ragnar. It was as though time had momentarily frozen, creating a suspended moment where the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space.

The man leaned with crossed arms, supporting himself against the door next to you. His blue eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, sending a shiver down your spine as he looked at you with that mischievous smile. Quickly, you corrected your posture, holding the hem of your skirt, bowing to him, and then raising your gaze, facing the figure in front of you — perhaps for longer than you should — and waiting for the man to ask you to do some task. However, Ragnar remained silent, merely admiring your expression. You smiled with your eyes and broke the silence.

"Do you need something, Lord Ragnar?" Your voice was tender and serene, unable to contain a smile as you uttered the last words. However, Ragnar remained completely silent. The only thing that could be heard were the footsteps of his boots as the Viking approached you. In that instant, you were just a few inches away from each other, Ragnar's warm breath too close to you. You averted your gaze, trying not to make eye contact with the man, but without success. Ragnar held your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and you were so confused by Ragnar's actions, the confusion evident on your face, concealing the growing flame inside you.

"You're so sweet, slave," Ragnar commented in a husky voice, leaning closer to your ear as his hands roamed down your back, finding their way to your hips. "I took everything from you, Y/N, and yet... you remain so sweet." You couldn't help but let out a soft moan when Ragnar's calloused palms gripped your waist, pressing your body against his. He smiled, his words sounding like music to Ragnar's ears. He moved away from your ear, and your faces were almost touching. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your lips, and as he closed the distance between you two, his rough lips met yours. Your tongues danced in an intoxicating rhythm, as if your bodies had known each other for decades. You gasped when Ragnar's fingers found their way under your skirt, his digits tracing and gripping your thighs. You moaned as he continued to kiss you passionately, opening your eyes for a moment to admire Ragnar.

"Oh God," you commented when Ragnar's fingers finally found the right spot, feeling him touch your arousal through your panties. It was getting hot — too hot — and you let out a long sigh as the Viking released your lips, biting your exposed neck while teasing your wetness through your undergarments.

"I've made you so wet, and I didn't even have to try." Ragnar commented in a low tone, and you looked at him with desire. He liked what he saw, and in an instant, he removed the only barrier separating your intimacies, eagerly plunging one, two, three fingers inside you. His thumb pressed against your clit as you struggled to moan, and Ragnar gradually increased the speed, never taking his eyes off you. He seemed to be enjoying himself, reveling in the sight of you succumbing to pleasure.

“Ragnar ” You whimpered, feeling your mind go blank, tilting your head back as far as you could, you moaned his name over and over again as Ragnar kissed you, determined to make you orgasm, not that it would take long. Soon you found yourself moaning louder than you had ever done before, the man kissed you desperately as your orgasm approached, and as soon as he came, the Viking glued his lips to yours one last time, removing his fingers right away. Then, the man licked the entire length of his fingers, enjoying his orgasm as if it were a feast, staring at you for a moment, with that smile that only Ragnar Lothbrok has.

“Everything about you is so sweet, and I've always been a fan of bitter things.” He commented, moving away as he watched you recover from the previous climax, your breathing was still irregular, and before you had enough strength to speak, you saw the Viking's figure disappear, and enter the large gates, leaving you there, again, confused, while the only thing I had to comfort you was the moonlight.

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enfantlunaire · 11 months

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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝑅𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑟 when he sees your longship's sail after coming back from a raid.

« Y/n’s troops is back everybody! »

Ragnar couldn't help but smile genuinely. You've been missing for two months and all the village thought that the Saxons had captured you or worst, had killed you. At this moment, Jarl Ragnar felt relieved and without any doubt the happiest man on earth.

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bluemargotrobbie · 8 months

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Lagertha 😭😞

"Le he roto el corazón a mi hijo ”

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years

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Burning Rage.

The smut drabbles continue! Now it’s time for a little Viking action :D Ragnar Lothbrok - “I don’t give a fuck that we don’t like each other. Take off your clothes. Now.” For @princessphilly

You despise him. The feeling is completely mutual too, the only reason you are forced to be within one another’s presence being the fact that your father, an earl within Ragnar’s kingdom, pledged three ships full of fighting men and women in order to successfully raid with. He’s good friends with your father, but you two have never gotten along.

You do not like being told what to do, even when the order comes from your own king. He somewhat lets you get away with it, though, being that you are a valuable shield maiden to him. One evening as you sit with your fellow warriors, he catches your eye from the next group over, jerking his head back and making a motion with his hand that he wishes for you to follow him as he rises from his seat at the fire.

You glower in his wake for a few seconds before finally following, Ragnar turning to make sure you are there, exchanging much the same look of displeasure. Entering his tent, he lingers for a few moments before closing the fastening, walking over to the floor bed and turning to face you.

“Take off your clothes.”

You frown, startled by such a request, looking on at him incredulously.

“I’m waiting.”

“And I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“I’m your king, and I have just given you an order.”

“But we hate each other. Why on earth would you want to see me naked?”

“So I can throw you on this bed and fuck a smile on your face, you miserable bitch.”

“I reiterate, we hate each other, so why would you want that?”

He sighs, annoyance with you rising sharply, as usual. “I don’t give a fuck that we don’t like each other. Take off your clothes. Now.” You frown with venom as you undress, hating that you’re caving to his command. You have no choice, though. He is your king, after all. You guess it isn’t all bad, though. Hate him you might, but you have to admit, even though the acrimonious resent, he’s one of the most attractive men your eyes have ever beheld,

Once naked, you walk closer to him, your chin tilted upward in defiance. He takes in your nakedness, his mouth tilting into a smile, his eyes glittering with desire.

“It would almost be an uncomfortable juxtapose, to revile someone so fucking beautiful. But such would be pointless, as I plan to do nothing but enjoy you, despite how I feel,” he tells you, reaching for your waist, his fingers stroking swirly patters across your warm flesh.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “You talk too much.”

“I do?”

“Yes, Ragnar. Shut the fuck up.”

Raising his eyebrows, his hands suddenly grip, pulling you hard against his chest. “Make me.”

With your mouth crashing against his in a heated exchange, you do just that. Oh, and it’s criminal, how good it feels, how expertly he kisses you, how he feels against you, your breath hitching in your throat as his hand moves to tease at your folds, grunting with desire when he feels that you’re wet for him already.

Your hands paw, mouths devouring with hungry, lusty kisses, Ragnar’s swift skill stroking you to an absolute froth between your legs before he pulls you astride him down onto the bed, your joint effort freeing his cock from his thick, leather britches and straight into the snug hug of your hot cunt.

“Fuck,” he growls, biting your lip, his tongue soon to push into your mouth again as his hands clasp at you, one at your hip, the other tangling in your hair. “See? There is nothing better than sex with someone you absolutely cannot stand.”

“I’m inclined to agree, my liege.”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever acknowledged me as such.”

Smirking, you pull away from his mouth, pressing your hands into his hard, wide chest and flattening him to the bed. “And it’ll be the last, too.” Sitting up, your spread yourself a little wider, slipping down until you’ve sheathed him to the hilt, your cunt split so wide by the hot mass of his erection. Fuck, he feels too good. How dare he be that beautiful a man, and have a cock that feels like that.

“Stop resenting the fact you enjoy me and just enjoy me.” Grabbing the tops of your arms, he hauls you down, kissing you ferociously as his big arms tighten around you, hips driving up against you strongly, fucking you with keen gusto and having you wailing helplessly against his mouth.

You only break those magmatic kisses for long enough to shed him of his tunic and britches, needing him naked, sinking back onto his gloriously thick cock and riding him hard, feeling him hitting your summit so deeply, little shocks skitter through you. He sits up beneath you, sucking and biting on your nipples in turn, the blue fire of his eyes shining brighter than you’ve ever seen as he watches you intently. “You fuck like a beast,”

“Well, if there’s anything I am to agree with you upon,” you smile, watching him return it.

“Finally, I’ve found something you do not argue with me about, you feisty mare.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“You are feisty, like a mare in heat. Just as difficult also.”

“Fuck you!”

“I believe you are doing an excellent job of fucking me already.” You both share laughter, Ragnar silencing you with his mouth, turning you over and pinning you down at your neck, pounding you with nothing short of barbarity, taking out every little bit of rage he’s ever felt that has been invoked by you, just as you move back against him with intensity and assiduity matched.

An anger fuck, You’ve never had one before, but you know as your crest swells and you shatter for him, lying in a panting, sweaty, entangled mess in the aftermath, it shan’t be your last.

You also know that perhaps, you don’t quite hate your king so much any longer. The way he kisses you as he strokes your sweaty neck signifies that feeling is entirely mutual, too.

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travistheaussie · 3 years

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At the End of the Bar

Travis FimmelxBlack!Reader

A/n: Hey, guys! So this is the first time I’ve ever actually posted a fic for other people to read. I’ve been writing since I was a kid but those stories usually ended up abandoned due to writer’s block and me trying to be a perfectionist. But now I’ve decided to post something because what’s the worse that could happen? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Summary: You meet Travis at a local bar in downtown Los Angeles and fun ensues

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t be dumb, put on a rubber), dirty talk, oral (male and female receiving), insertion of wiener into vag

Here we go!

It was Friday night and you were sitting in your apartment with nothing to do. Your roommate had gone out to a nightclub with a couple of friends from work. She had invited you, but you had no interest in dancing and drinking so many tequila shots to where you rued the day you were born the morning after. However, it would’ve been better than being at home alone drinking a glass of red wine while watching reruns of Golden Girls.

So you decided you were going to get dressed and head out to a local bar. You put on something simple, not in the mood to dress fancy just to go and get one drink. You dressed in a white crotchet lace crop top and a pair of high rise skinny jeans along with some candy red flats to give the outfit some color. You put on a light coat of mascara and red lipstick to complete the look before checking to make sure your Afro had the right amount of volume and poof in it before finally heading out with your clutch in hand.

Now here you were, at the Wolf And Crane in downtown LA, sipping on a beer at the bar, watching people fraternize and nod their heads to the songs playing over the loudspeakers. While you had some friends to hang out with from time to time, you were perfectly content being on your own. Having company around you all the time was never a necessity to have a good time.

Just then, another beer was placed in front of you, one you had no recollection ordering. You looked up at the bartender in confusion. “I don’t remember ordering this.”

“Guy sitting at the other end ordered it.” He said before moving on to another patron.

You looked down the other end of the bar, expecting to see some old sleaze. Instead, you saw a rather handsome man looking right back at you. He looked a bit older, but still attractive nonetheless. He had a slightly long, bushy beard covering his face and he wore a a baseball cap placed on his head to where you couldn’t really see his hair. He looked to be on the beefier side, considering the gray henley that stretched across his chest and around his arms. When you finally met his eyes, you sucked in a breath. They were the most piercing ocean blues you’d ever seen. It felt like they were sucking you in and you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

With a nod of his head, he beckoned you over with an easy going smile on his face, dimples popping through. You smiled back, grabbing your beer and making your way over to him.

“Hi.” You greeted, taking a seat beside him.

“Well hello.” He grinned. “How are ya, lovie?”

You couldn’t help but smile even bigger at him once you heard his accent. You had always had a thing for exotic men. Not that you’d ever met one before. The TV shows you watched had them and you tended to fantasize about foreign men from time to time. But you’d never seen one as ruggedly handsome as this one was.

“I’m doing pretty good, thanks.” You said. “Thanks for the beer.”

“Had to get your attention somehow, yeah?”

You laughed. “Well, you succeeded. You got a name, Aussie boy?”

“Wow, you got it on the first try. Couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been called British. Good on you.” He chuckled softly. “I’m Travis.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Travis.”

You told him your name, to which he complimented, saying it was quite pretty. Being so close to him now, he was much more attractive than you had originally thought. As you two continued to chat the night away, you could do nothing but marvel at his laid back personality and charm. He seemed simple and quiet, a little awkward, but it was cute. He told you he preferred to be in the background instead of the center of attention, never interested in being on the spot. It was quite refreshing being around him, unlike some of the very egotistical people in Los Angeles that just had to be in the spotlight at all times.

As the night went on, he’d gotten closer to you, eventually closing the distance between the two of you to where his thick thigh was resting against yours. You also noticed that he just couldn’t help but stare at you longingly while you spoke, those smoldering eyes probing into yours.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.” He spoke softly. “You’re bloody beautiful, love.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself.” You replied, eyes seductive.

“Yeah?” Travis shifted, placing his big hand on your thigh. “Can I ask you somethin’? And don’t hesitate to slap me if I’m being too forward.”

“Shoot.” You said before taking a sip of your drink.

“Would you wanna get outta here maybe? Talk a bit more in private?” He sheepishly asked.

“Is that code for ‘I wanna take your clothes off’?” You smirked.

Travis stammered and looked away, cursing to himself before meeting your eyes once again. “I’m sorry I-”

“Because if that’s what you’re insinuating,” You ran a hand over his thigh, close to his bulging crotch. “then I’m down.”

“Thank God.” He sighed out. “Thought I screwed that one up.”

With that, Travis got off of his stool and slapped down a few bills. “Where to, lovie?”

“My place. It’s just a few blocks down.” You said, standing.

Once you stood beside him, you realized just how broad he really was. He wasn’t much taller, but he still had a few inches on you. As you two headed towards the exit, Travis wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close and you naturally cuddled into him. Once you were outside, your interest piqued at the idea of what his hair looked like underneath his hat.

“Why don’t you take that hat off?” You suggested, placing a hand on his chest.

Travis smiled, glancing down at you. “Why’s that, love?”

“I’d like to see what I’ll be pulling on tonight.” You purred in his ear.

“Shit.” He breathed then snatched the cap from his head.

He had short, dark blonde hair, messy from the hat he’d been wearing all day. It wasn’t as long as you thought, but it was more than enough to run your fingers through. Travis ran a hand through it, making it even messier.

“It ain’t much, but it should work.”

“Hey, we got this too.” You stated, running your fingers through his beard, pulling slightly.

“Mhm.” He said lowly, before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

His tongue breached your mouth, interlocking with yours. He slid his hand down and placed it on your rear, squeezing it. You ran your hand up his shirt and moaned softly when you felt a hint of chest hair under your fingers.

Travis pulled back, breathing heavily and grinding his erection into your side. “You’re killin me’, sweetheart.”

“Mm are you hard, baby?” You teased, looking down at the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you in the bar.” He confessed. “I can’t help it.”

“Poor baby.” You cooed, meeting his eyes, growing wet at the sight of desperation in those blue eyes.

The two of you finally made it to your apartment and you were thankful that you saw no sign of your roommate being home. You opened the door and stepped inside with Travis following close behind. Once the door clicked shut, Travis was behind you with his arms around your waist. He softly kissed the side of your neck before he trailed down your shoulder, pulling the sleeve of your top as he went. You moaned quietly, placing your hands over his much larger ones. He ground his erection into you, groaning as he snaked a hand across your belly.

“Take your shirt off, baby.” He instructed, stepping back to give you room.

You grabbed the ends of your shirt and pulled it overhead and tossed it aside before unclasping your bra and getting rid of it as well. You turned to him, gushing now at the look in his eyes. You could tell how turned on he was, what with his heavy breathing and hooded eyelids. As he looked you up and down, you went up and moved your hands into his hair and pulled his mouth down to yours. His tongue invaded you instantly, trying to taste you as much as possible. He sighed into the kiss, grabbing your backside and pulling you into him. Your hands soon found the button of his jeans, unfastening them. You shoved them them down along with his boxers, looking down to watch his cock spring out and bob in the air. You wrapped your hand around it, squeezing gently. It was lengthy but overall incredibly thick and unsurprisingly uncut.

Travis moaned loudly and rested his head against your neck. “Fuckin’ hell, baby.”

You pushed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down and watched as he toed off his shoes and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, before doing away with his shirt as well. He stroked it lightly before stepping closer to you and running a hand on the underside of one of your breasts.

“I want you to suck it.” He stated, squeezing your tit.

With no hesitation, you dropped to your knees as he leaned against wall by the door. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, gently urging you to put your mouth on him. His tip bumped into your lips and your tongue snaked out to taste the precum that came out, enjoying the saltiness of it. You licked the underside of him lightly before taking him in your mouth, tonguing his slit as you did so. His thighs quaked a bit at that so you took him deeper, seeing what other reactions you could get out of him. You pulled off of him, spitting on his cock and jerking him before diving back down, sucking at the head as your hand moved up and down on him in a corkscrew motion.

“That feels so good. Lovie.” He moaned, gasping. “Oh, keep goin’.”

You went faster, taking him even deeper until you had him all the way in your throat. By then, he had a hand braced on the door handle with his other still on the back of your neck, hips thrusting, trying to match your strokes. His legs shook even more and his balls were drawing up periodically. Sweat started to to bead on his forehead and roll down his temples, causing you to somehow get wetter at the sight of him falling apart above you. Before you could get a hand up to his balls, he quickly pulled away and leaned back, hands on his knees.

“Holy shit.” He panted, eyes squeezed shut. “I was about to cum right there. That felt too good.”

“Why didn’t you?” You questioned, smirking in triumph at the number you did on him.

“Cause if I’m gonna cum, it’s gonna be inside you.”

He pulled you up and kissed you briefly before looking at you. “Let’s go to your room, baby.”

You led him into your room and switched the light on a low setting. He sat down on the bed and licked his hand before wrapping it around his weeping cock, stroking slowly as he watched you approach him. You took off your jeans and shoes along the way then stood between his legs. He released himself and nudged your thighs apart so he could finally get a look at your pussy.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” He whispered, running a finger through your folds.

You whimpered quietly, placing a hand on his shoulders. He continued rubbing then dipped a finger inside, all the way to the knuckle, which made your knees buckle slightly. “Travis, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He said, shoving another finger inside you.

At this point, the only reason you were even still standing was because of your hold on his sturdy shoulders. His thick fingers stroked you in all the right places, but you were ready to see what that mouth of his was capable of.

“I want your mouth, baby.” You whined.

Travis groaned. “Yeah? Where do you want it, baby.”

“On my pussy. Please baby.” You pleaded softly.

“Lay down then.” He commanded.

You did as you were told, crawling onto the bed and lying back against the pillows. Travis situated himself between your legs and pulled them up until your knees were against your chest. He stared down at your pussy hungrily, licking his lips. “So pink, baby. You’re fuckin’ dripping too. I’m gonna make you cum on my face then I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard. You want that, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, yes, baby.” You moaned out, cupping your breasts. “Lick that pussy, baby.”

Travis grunted at your words then finally dove down, licking a stripe through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out and brought a hand into his hair, pulling on it. Then he went down to your opening, shoving his tongue inside, going as deep as possible. His thumb came up and rubbed circles on your clit as he did so, making you keen and arch your back in ecstasy. You pulled his hair even harder, feeling the telltale signs of your release coming up through your toes. It hadn’t even been five minutes and this man already had you on the edge of orgasm.

“I’m so close, baby.” You whined out, desperate for release.

Travis pulled back and spit on your pussy before devouring you some more, shoving two of his thick fingers back inside you and stroking at the spot that made you lose focus. You felt something snap in you, causing you to fall right into your orgasm. Your legs spasmed and you tried to let them down from where they were but Travis quickly pushed them back up, holding them there while he still licked at you. You gasped and trembled as he slurped up all of your essence. Soon, he pulled off and crept up your body, sealing his lips over yours in a heated kiss. Your juices dripped from his beard and onto your chest.

“You cum a lot.” He grinned against your lips then bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth. “So tasty.”

You chuckled lightly. “Mm, you gonna fuck me now?”

“You ready for it?” He asked, once again piercing into you with those blue eyes. “Want my cock in that sweet pussy?”

“Give it to me, big boy.” You demanded.

He sat back on his haunches and tapped his thick cock against you before rubbing it in between your slick folds. “That’s it, lovie. Get me nice and wet. Keep those legs right there for me.”

With that, he slammed into you, making you scream out in surprise. He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs and pushed them even further against your chest, crushing you. He slowly pulled out before harshly thrusting back in with a nasty grind after, watching his cock stretch you out. You scrambled to grab ahold of something, settling on his big forearms, holding on so you wouldn’t bang your head on the headboard. He leaned back slightly while still gripping you and pounded into you hard and fast, balls slapping lewdly against your ass. You felt another orgasm coming on and your toes curled up at the tingling sensation you felt as he fucked you. You looked up at Travis, watching as he looked up and down your body and groaned when he saw your throbbing clit pulsing.

“Fuck, look at that little clit.” He groaned out as he split you half. “Fuckin’ throbbin’, isn’t it?”

You came hard after he said that, holding his forearms in an iron grip. Travis moaned, feeling your pussy pulsate around him, but he didn’t stop fucking you. He went even harder. He never gave you a chance to recover and soon you were spiraling towards another climax. “Oh fuck, Travis!”

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I love it.” He grunted, grinding into you deeply.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Only sharp gasps and broken moans as Travis continued his assault. Eventually, he slowed to a halt, spreading your legs so he could lay his weight down on top of you. He pecked your lips before kissing down your throat and licking your collarbone.

“You already out of it, lovie?” He chuckled, panting softly. “Feel too good?”

You nodded tiredly, arms flopping out to your sides and eyes closed. “I’m dead.”

“Aw come on. You can give me another one, can’t ya?” He asked, moved in you softly. “Yeah, you’ve got another one in ya, baby. That pussy won’t let me go.”

He pulled his legs on your shoulders and held them there as he thrusted deeply into you before starting up a brutal rythm. You could do nothing but hold on for dear life now and hope you didn’t pass out. Travis kissed your feet and licked your toes then brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it back and forth gently. Somehow, you felt yet another orgasm approaching and you squeezed your eyes shut and whined pathetically before letting go, and for the third time you were cumming around him. He watched as your pussy moved around him and he let out a strangled moan before pulling out to watch it grip at nothing, still greedy for his cock.

“Good girl.” He praised.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed like you weighed nothing and turned you over to your hands and knees. You were so fucked out you couldn’t move so you let him move you where he wanted. Not that you could’ve stopped him with the state you were in currently. You had no clue how he hadn’t cum yet when he’d just given your four orgasms. You didn’t think you had another in you.

“Arch that back for me, baby.” He said, standing behind you.

You did as instructed, laying your head on your forearms and sticking your ass out for him. He groaned and bent over to place a kiss on one cheek before slapping it, making you yelp. Then, placing a foot on the bed, he grabbed his cock and shoved it inside you, going even deeper than you ever thought possible. He rammed into you, nearly driving you up the mattress. You slowly came out of your lust induced haze and began fucking back onto him, meeting his thrusts.

He abruptly stopped and you sat up to look back in confusion. He was drenched in sweat, hair wet, and beard dripping. His chest shined in the low light of the room and his skin was slightly red from exertion. God, he was so sexy.

“Come on,” he slapped your ass again. “Fuck back onto me.”

You rose to your hands and bounced back on him slowly before going faster when you felt like you were cumming again. Then number five hit, squeezing his hard cock once more, making your arms give out and your head hit the bed, too exhausted to move now. Travis brought his leg down and placed his hands on your lower back, forcing you to arch more so he could slam into you even harder. He leaned over slightly to go impossibly deeper. You felt his sweat drip onto your back as he fucked into you some more and soon you felt his thighs quake and heard his shuddering breaths.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum, baby.” He panted heavily. “You on the pill?”

“Mhm.” You managed to get out, too gone to even speak anymore.

With that, he sloppily thrusted into a few more times before stilling completely, violently shaking above you as he finally erupted. You felt his cum shooting hard into your womb and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. He squeezed your ass tightly and bent down to rest his forehead on your back, still shuddering.

“I’m still cumming.” He breathed out. “Fuck.”

After a few moments, he slowly pulled out, both of you groaning at the feeling. Travis flopped down beside you, breathing heavily. With one last effort, you managed to curl up onto his chest and he wrapped his arm around you. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. I blacked out for a second.”

“Nobody’s ever made me cum five times before.” You stated, running your hand over his sweaty chest and abs.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed when you slapped him lightly. “Mind if I stay the night? I’m a bit tuckered out and I can’t feel my legs at the moment.”

You chuckled. “I don’t mind. Maybe we could go a round in the morning before breakfast, hm?”

“How ‘bout I take you out for breakfast instead?” Travis offered, picking up your hand to play with your fingers so he didn’t have to look at you.

There was that nervous boy again. You pulled your hand out of his grasp and grabbing his beard, pulling his face down to yours. You kissed him lightly.

“It’s a date.”

There you have it. Hopefully it isn’t too bad and all you guys enjoy the read!

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anne-marie-margo · 3 years

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#king ragnar #ragnar #ragnar lothbrok #travis fimmel #vikings #travisfimmel #raised by wolves #travis fimmel x reader

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years

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Imagine # 679

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2020

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The lack of content on the # "Travis Fimmel Imagines" pains me. Please feel free to tag me in your work 🖤

#travis fimmel #travis fimmel imagines #to all of my lovely #writers #🖤#travis fimmel x reader #travis fimmel one shot #writings #vikings

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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Arguments

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x Fem!reader

Warnings: LONG story (around 4474 words!), not going according to series!, war, swearing, a little bit smutty..

not my gifs and pics!

Also, I thought @errruvande and @justfangirlthingies might wanna see this, but it isn't your obligation to read this😊

I threw a vase at Ragnar. “You made me very angry!” I shouted, feeling my cheeks flutter with anger.

Ragnar avoided the vase and it landed on the wall behind him.

“Come on. I've already apologized to you, Y/N.” He shrugged, but an amused smile shone on his lips.

“Did you apologize? Do you think that excuse is enough?! And what are you laughing at?! It is not funny.” I accused him and walked over to him. I pounded him with my fists, but it was clear that it wasn’t doing anything to him.

”I can’t help myself. You're making me want to take you.” He looked at me with a smirk.

I looked at him in disbelief. “What the hell??... you! You ... take me seriously!”

“I can't, my wife. You're so sweet.”

“Ragnar,” I hissed. “I'm not sweet. I'm yelling at you—I'm not sweet!”

He raised his hands to indicate that he was giving up. “You know what? Good. I don’t want to argue with you. I'm leaving tomorrow.”

“You see? That's another thing I don't like! I don't want you to leave all the fucking time! You were gone last time, and you're leaving again?”

“My love, you knew who you were marrying. Me, Ragnar Lothbrok, a famous conqueror. Of course I'm leaving. Conquest is my second priority.” He grabbed my hand. I wanted to pick it out of his grip, but he grabbed me even tighter.

“What is your first priority?” I asked.

Suddenly he grabbed my belt, hugging me. I turned my back on him. I could feel his breath. “Sex,” he whispered.

I pushed myself away from him angrily. “Sex is not everything.”

“You're right, my smart wife. It's not. But you have to admit, the sex between us is amazing.” He looked at me amusedly. The cheerful fires I loved played in his eyes.

I blushed. “How did we get on this topic?”

Instead of answering, he kissed me. I defended myself, but in the end I gave up. I always gave up. And I hated myself for that.

But Ragnar was my drug and I was his. I needed him.

He threw my clothes off me, threw me on the bed, and began to kiss me passionately. I returned the kisses to him with the same passion and ran my hands over his body.

♤♡

We spent the whole night devoting ourselves to each other until we fell asleep from exhaustion, me in his arms.

I was awakened by the sun trying to come out from behind the clouds. Carefully, I stepped out of Ragnar's arms, who was still asleep.

I suddenly felt pain between my legs. It wasn't much pain, but it was there. And it was certainly sure to me from what. I moaned softly, and Ragnar immediately woke up.

He had fear and love in his eyes. “What's going on, love? Are you hurt?”

I didn't answer. Ragnar walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “What's going on, Y/N?” Suddenly he noticed the reason for my pain. He walked carefully between my legs. “Was I good?”

I muttered, “Stop irritating me, Ragnar.”

Ragnar laughed, kissed my forehead, and stood up. I watched from the bed as he dressed in his shirt.

“Don't go yet ...” I began to beg, walking over to him.

He looked at me. “I have to. It won't wait, ” he replied, but I saw the desire in his eyes. He wanted to stay with me, and I knew it. He fought within himself.

I stroked his shoulders. “But it will wait. Wait a few minutes ... I'll have to wait long weeks for you, my man. ”

“Love ... wasn't I enough for you at night?” He looked at me with mischief in his eyes.

I frowned again. “Come on. Ragnar, come to bed with me. For a few minutes.”

His expression suddenly changed. He smiled tenderly at me and took off his shirt. I felt victorious.

“You're right, Y/N. The conquest will wait.” He slipped into bed with me.

I wrapped my arms around him. “Good decision,” I praised him and gave him small kisses on the jaw.

“I love you,” Ragnar said.

“I love you,” I repeated as an echo.

♤◇

I forgave him again. I always forgave him. Because I loved him. We had a strange marriage; we provoked, argued, but always, always came back to each other. And we loved each other as wild animals. Like that morning.

I blushed at the memory.

I stood on the hill, looking at Ragnar, who was standing on the boat with a smile on his face. He nodded again. I smiled at him. The ship moved and began to swim. It kept getting further and further away from me. With my husband in it.

I felt the pining in my heart, but I didn't show it. It's here again. Separation. I hated it, I wanted to have him only for myself for selfish reasons. But I let him go because that's what love is about. You let the other go. I didn't want Ragnar to feel like he was in a cage with me. He loved freedom. He loved conquest. So I left him. Even before the wedding, I knew very well what awaited me, but I didn't mind. I never regretted it. And I never will.

The days passed slowly like a snail, even though I had something to do. I was making decisions, so I took on the responsibilities of Earl. I sacrificed the sacrifices to God so that not only my husband but the other men would return alive. Still, I preferred to go to the mountains to collect medicinal plants, whether for fever, inflammation, or abrasions.

At night, I felt most lonely in the big bed. Where is he? Has anything happened to him?

One morning, I went to the mountains. I couldn't stand the terrible feeling that was slowly killing me. I tried not to think about him. I was picking herbs when I heard a terrible scream.

A bad premonition filled my heart. Something was wrong.

I peered carefully out from behind the trees, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

The Kattegat was attacked by some armed men. They had ships in port. Now they were chasing whores around the city, stealing food and killing other unfortunates as they stood in their way. I felt anger. Suddenly one of them, especially unsympathetic to me, shouted, “Where is lady of Kattegat? Do you know?”

I was silent. The inhabitants of our town were also silent.

Suddenly he grabbed my maid. She was a young girl. “Where is she?!”

The girl began to shake. I felt sorry for her. “I don't - I don’t know, sir... why do you want to know?”

He laughed a false laugh. “Why do I want to know ?! Only she knows where the treasures of what her husband found on the raids are hidden!” He shouted.

He screamed again. “Wherever you are, Y/N Lothbrok, come here immediately, or I'll kill your entire city!”

I knew what Ragnar would say.

“In this case, give up. Let the Kattegat be destroyed—you're worth it to me. Don't let anything happen to you. You are my wife, go hide somewhere.”

He told me that once. But Ragnar knew well that I would not listen to him. And I knew full well that Ragnar would not survive if something had happened to his beloved town.

Ragnar knew well that I was stubborn and disobedient.

I came out of the woods, looking brave, though inside I was shaking like an aspen.

“I am Y/N. Lothbrok. What do you want?” I asked him. I completely ignored his slimy look.

He scratched his brown chin with his hand. “Well, I have to admit that Ragnar chose the wife very well. Bold and beautiful. That's what I want too.”

I pretended not to hear it. “I'm asking you: what do you want?”

He came to me. “What I want? At the moment, you. ”

The crowd whimpered. One man from his army quietened them.

“I'm sorry, but I won't give you treasure, whoever you are.”

The smile suddenly disappeared from his face. “But you will. I'll make you do it. I'm Bradr. Yes, that Bradr, ” he added as he noticed the recognition on my face.

I knew very well who Bradr was. Bradr was the son of an old enemy (oh my gods, my husband has so many enemies!!), whom Ragnar killed in battle. We always knew he would take revenge for his father's death. But we didn't expect it to be so soon.

“Bradr, isn't it a little cowardly of you to decide to attack the Kattegat just when all the men are gone?”

“And how was I supposed to know that Ragnar and his men would be gone? Do you think I didn't mean to take revenge on him? But now that I think about it, it's probably better that way. I will take what is most dear to him.”

“What are your plans?” I asked him.

He answered. “A simple answer. Either you give up to me and you will wait for me in bed or I'll lock you in the dungeon”

“Definitely a dungeon,” I said.

He looked at me. “If you chose the first option, I might overlook the fact that Ragnar has some treasures.”

“Bradr,” I began. “Even if I knew where Ragnar's treasures were, I wouldn't tell you.”

“You really are stupid, Y/N. But alright, as you wish. Take her in the dungeon! ” He ordered the men who caught me.

“By the way, don't think that's the end of our talk. I'll see you later, dear.”

I wanted to stick out my tongue, but I held back the feeling.

The men threw me into a disgusting, stinking dungeon. Before they left, they left one of them on guard. As if I could manage to escape the cage. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I guess I was too used to luxury.

I sighed. If only there was someone with me! But Ragnar had his last prisoner executed.

I looked out of a small, barred window. I still had a long day ahead of me!

I dropped myself to the cold ground. What am I going to do? I probably won't be able to run away. Only Bradr has the key to the dungeon, as he just waved it in front of my nose!

Okay, I need to calm down. I can do it. Ragnar will come and save me. Although it may take a long time!

I prayed to God that one inhabitant of our town could escape and alert other cities.

For now, I have to rely only on myself.

♤♧

It was already evening, completely dark in the dungeon, when the door opened. Bradr entered with the lantern.

“Hello, beauty,” he greeted me.

I didn't care.

“I came here to change your mind. I'll give you one more chance. You can go upstairs with me, and we'll pretend nothing happened. When Ragnar arrives, we will kill him and enjoy ourselves. I promise you that if you decide to do so, you will do better than before. I hate to spoil your illusions about Ragnar, but I have more ambition than he does. I'll be higher above him. I will become the king of the whole of Norway. And you will be the queen of Norway. How about this? ” He winked at me.

I couldn't believe what he had come up with. As if he could just become king of Norway. But mainly, could he just think I'd kill Ragnar and have a good time with him? I loved Ragnar. Not this asshole.

“Bradr, you know what?” I smiled at him. “You will never, ever match Ragnar. Never. You will always be weaker than him,” I said.

He looked confused and angry at the same time. “Fine. As you wish. I won't come here anymore. You will suffer here in the dungeon. Maybe I'll let you up and have fun with you. But first this: where is the treasure?”

Will he have fun with me?

“I don't know,” I said.

“Something tells me you're lying, my dear. I'll leave it at that for now, because I'm a good person, but I'll ask you again tomorrow. And I'll use the tools.” He stood up and cleaned his hands, closing the door.

I wanted to cry. I'm totally fucked. Bradr will torture me tomorrow and I ...

I didn’t know what to do. Oh, Gods, is this a test? I don't know if I will pass.

But not for anything in the world would I tell Bradr where the treasures were. And for nothing in the world would I sleep with him. Even thinking about it made me want to grunt.

Ragnar. Love. Come home, please.

I ate food that tasted worse than what the cook gives the pigs. However, I was hungry, so it was a luxury for me.

It had been three days. Fortunately, Bradr didn't call me. Fortunately. But I knew it would happen one day. And I was scared.

Every night I prayed to Gods.

I missed his eyes like the ocean. I missed our arguments. I missed our passionate love. I missed him.

I needed him most now. I didn't know if I could do it. Or if I would die of hunger.

The day went by slowly. It was a complete torture. That ignorance. Inability. I was disgusted with myself. I wanted to be a shield maiden. I wanted to get out of this awful situation. But I couldn't do anything.

”Please ... give me food,” I begged the guard.

He looked at me regretfully. “I cannot. I got a strict ban. You will only receive food if you allow me to take you up to Bradr.”

I clenched my fists..

I took a deep breath. I'll do this. I can do it. I don't know how, but I'll do it.”

I had not slept all night. On the one hand, my stomach ached from hunger, and on the other hand, because the ground was hard and caused me pain.

The smell woke me up in the morning. I rose immediately. The guard prepared a plate of food for me through the bars.

I looked at him gratefully. “If I survive and get out of this situation, I won't forget you.”

He nodded, but said nothing.

I turned so he wouldn't see me eat like pig. The food was like a balm to my stomach. I hadn’t eaten anything all day and wondered to Gods why the stones weren't intended for eating.

The next day the guard gave me food again. Bradr arrived in the afternoon. (heh, didn't he say he wouldn’t come?)

“It's the fifth day since we last saw each other, dear. Still haven't changed your mind?”

“No,” I said quietly.

He shrugged. “Fine. Take her upstairs. To the torture chamber,” he nodded at the officer.

The guard opened the door, took me by the shoulders. I didn't even have the strength to defend myself anymore.

If the gods have prepared it for me, I will accept it.

Ragnar's POV

Finally, finally, he saw his beloved Kattegat. Although from a distance, but he didn't mind.

They brought a big treasure from England. Until now, he didn't understand why they just left golden things in some Christian church. He had seen a huge cross of gold there. He had seen a silver altar there. He had everything from there that was of great value.

However, he was most looking forward to giving his beloved a necklace of gold, which he found in the treasury.

Y/N.

How he missed her! He missed her little kisses on his jaw. He lacked her kindness and devotion. He missed their arguments. He missed her whole. He loved her.

He liked her more than conquering. She was the first of his priorities. Without her, there would be no great Ragnar Lothbrok.

He understood how she felt as he left. He felt like ... he couldn't describe it. He was to blame! He could stay in her warm arms! But he wanted, rather, to cut people's necks.

He sighed. It won't happen next time. And if it will happen, it will be in a few years. Now he wanted nothing more than to be with her. And make her baby.

”Ragnar!” someone shouted, distracting him from thinking.

He turned to his friend. Something seemed wrong. “What is going on?”

“We have a hunch that the Kattegat has been occupied and conquered by someone.”

“What?” He thought he heard badly.

Torstein nodded, “That's right. Foreign ships are moored in the port and no one is waiting for us on the pier. Overall, there is no noise from the city.”

Ragnar turned his face away from the sea and turned it toward the Kattegat. His friend was right. But he was most interested in the flag on the boats. He knew who the flag belonged to.

“That bastard,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” Torstein didn't understand.

Ragnar ignored him. He shouted aloud, “It looks like we don't have peace from fighting even now. But this time we are not fighting for the treasure of England, but for something more valuable ... for our women and children! Let's fight like never before! Let's kill that bastard Bradr who promised revenge to our city years ago and chose the time when we were gone. Because he was afraid of us, coward!” He cursed.

The men started cursing, but Ragnar cut them off. “Prepare swords, axes, shields — we will fight like never before!”

The men stood strong, though fear of their wives and children was visible on their faces.

What a fool I was. Because of a mistake in my youth, I may have had the entire Kattegat murdered.

But he was most worried about his Y/N. Is she alright? He hoped so. But he doubted it enough. He knew how stubborn Y/N was.

He tried not to panic. She definitely lives. Must live. The gods wouldn't take her from him.

In his mind, he asked them to keep her healthy.

As he ascended to the land of his city, the guards immediately rushed from his house, easily defeated. However, he was not interested in the guards. He wanted his wife.

God, he felt so angry. Not against the Kattegat. Not against Bradr. Not against Y/N that she probably didn't listen to him, but to herself. He was terribly angry at himself, he hated himself for what he’d caused.

All he had in his heart was anger.

As he entered Earl's house, he exclaimed, “Where is she?”

Other men rushed out of the house, harder to kill, but died anyway. The gods stood with him.

But he didn't see Bradr anywhere.

He rushed into the bedroom; no one was there.

There was only one option left. His heart sank, but he went downstairs with faithful men by his side, to the torture chamber he didn't like to use.

When he opened the door, his blood boiled. Bradr and his wife were there. She was sitting in a chair, Bradr towering over her, a menacing-looking instrument in his hand. A man stood beside Bradr, probably his other guard.

“Ragnar!” Y/N cried. There was pure, unadulterated joy in her voice.

He looked at her, and wanted to die on the spot.

What did I do?

Her dress was dirty, torn, her hair disheveled, her face thinner, pale, and she looked tired.

He wanted to kill Bradr on the spot.

“Not so fast, buddy. I have your wife. I won’t hesitate to kill her if you get close.”

Ragnar hesitated. “Let her go now,” he hissed.

“I will not let go unless you tell me where the treasures of England are. Your wife didn't want to tell me, so you will.”

“Don't!” She shouted, but Bradr pressed her harder.

“Do you promise to let her go?” He asked.

He nodded.

“Under the throne,” he said simply.

Bradr grinned contentedly. “You see. It wasn't that hard, ” He threw Ragnar's wife into his arms.

Y/N curled up in his bear hug.

“Ragnar,” she sobbed.

He knelt on the ground with her. “Breathe love. Breathe. Everything will be fine. No one will hurt you anymore. I'm with you.” He stroked her hair.

Suddenly she weakened in his arms, and he panicked, but found that she had fainted.

He hated to do it, but he gave her to Torstein. ”Take care of her. I have to do something.”

Torstein nodded.

The guard in front of him did not escape, but he followed Ragnar. “I'm on your side,” he said.

Ragnar didn't tell him anything, then he would remember.

In the hall, he found Bradr picking England's treasures from the floor. Ragnar didn't care about treasures. He only wanted one. Revenge.

Before Bradr could register that Ragnar was here with him, Ragnar grabbed him by the neck. “I'll kill you now,” he snapped. “I'll kill you for what you did to the entire Kattegat. I'll kill you mainly for what you did to my wife.”

Bradr shuddered in his arms. “Leave me alone!”

Ragnar laughed dryly. “Should I leave you? Forget about it. But be glad to be killed like this, and I will not commit a bloody eagle on you. No, you won't change my mind. Your last words?”

Bradr literally spat, “Die, Ragnar Lothbrok.”

Ragnar slit his throat without a word.

Then he slid to the ground. So that was the day. Bad day. A terrible day.

Y/N's POV

Where is Ragnar?

I realized that when I got up.

However, I did not wake up in the dungeon, but in my bed. I was washed and wearing clean clothes.

I got out of bed. Where's Ragnar?

I'm sure he blames it all on himself.

I hurried to the hall, where I found him. He sat on the throne, but his expression — I had never seen him like this.

He noticed me, a sad smile on his face. I ran to him with tears in my eyes. He went away from the throne and placed my arms on me, and I hugged him for all I was worth.

“I missed you,” I whispered.

“I missed you too, my love ...” he said.

“Come and eat,” he motioned to me. I listened to him and sat down at the table and ate like never before.

“Don't blame yourself, okay?” I pushed away myself from him and looked into his eyes.

He didn't look back at me. He looked somewhere behind me. “How could I not blame myself? I caused it myself. I'd rather go to England to cut necks than to be with my wife, who suffered in the company of my ancient enemy of the past ?! I hate myself for it.”

I stroked his back. “That's what the gods wanted, Ragnar. And don't worry about it anymore. It was as it was, and as it will be.”

“How... how are you so strong? Why didn't you run away?” He asked quietly.

I smiled. ”Because I'm not like that. I am not a shield maiden, but I will defend the Kattegat with my life.”

“My stubborn little girl. Do you know how scared I was for you? I wouldn't survive if ... ” he didn't finish.

I grabbed his hand. “But I'm here. Alive and well. Skinny, but I'll gain weight, won't I?” I kissed the palm of his hand.

“You surely will. I'll take care of it myself,” he kissed the top of my head. “I will never leave again. I will be here with you.”

“I love you,” I whispered.

“And I you.” he hugged me. “And I you. You're more than a conquest. You're more than a treasure. You're my everything.”

To alleviate the situation, I asked mischievously, “Did you miss our arguments?”

Fires appeared in his eyes. “Of course I missed it.” He pinched me in the side and started kissing me like a hungry wolf.

“Not here, Ragnar,” I laughed, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom.

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Time Knows No Bounds (A series)

Hello, this is the first part of my brand new series Time Knows No Bounds. I am not entirely sure, how long this series may end up being, but I will say that I am bound and determined to be writing it for the long haul.

There are simply not enough Ragnar fanfics out there, and I know that I cannot be the only one that is completely enamored by him. I have never written for Ragnar Lothbrok, so I hope that I am able to portray him well enough for everyone's liking. So please, sit back, grab an ale (or whatever tickles your taste buds) and enjoy.

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Warnings: None in this first segment

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Summary: Of all of the places that you had expected to move to, Denmark was near the bottom of that list. Yet here you were, eight years later. It was your love of Norse history and mythology that brought you to the area in the first place, completing your education of those subjects in Copenhagen. You then took a full time job as assistant curator for one of the smaller and less well known museums just outside the capital. Many had asked why you simply did not take a job in the capital in one of their famous museums, but the fact that they seemed to be in it more for the profit than actual knowledge and history, deterred you. However, when the main museum contacted your boss about a potential gold mine of a dig sight, you jumped at the chance to aid in this archaeological adventure. Never in your wildest dreams, did you think that you would unearth something this spectacular.

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At first glimpse, Hvide Klint offered little hope of bringing about the excavation discovery of a lifetime, but something told you that this was it. This place...there was something about it that spoke to you and sent chills running up and down your spine and goosebumps to rise upon your flesh. While all your team had managed to find on the first day was a few broken pieces of pottery and the random spear head, you knew that this was just the beginning. There was something greater out there and you were going to find it. Your coworkers had left for the day, they were done searching for what they deemed was not there, but you opted to stay behind and continue to look. There was a train station that was not too far from here that you could easily take back home, albeit there would be many stops along the way, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that you had this place all to yourself, which is how you liked it. Being one with the site, finding things that others may have missed and just...enjoying the feeling that you were in a place of such historical importance. You watched as they left and then turned back around and began to walk down the shoreline, your boots sinking down into the wet sand a bit as you walked, until you finally came to an area that had seemed to almost call to you from the moment you arrived. There was a stone pillar that jutted out of the ground, obviously it had been placed there some time ago, it was worn from the weather and from the fjord. The others had shrugged it off as just an old mile marker, not wanting to stay in the cooler autumn weather a moment longer. Your eyes scanned over the ancient looking stone, taking in every crack and discoloration and then your eyes moved to the base where you noticed something sticking partially up out of the sand. Leaning down, your fingers brushed the sand away from it, revealing that it was a part of a blade, but from what, you were not sure yet. Gently you picked it up and then you gasped when the rest of it came up from under the sand, seeing that it had been the blade of an ax. Not just any ax either, but you could tell from the carvings along the handle and a bit on the blade, that it was a viking ax. Yet, it looked as if it had not aged a day? Clearly this must have been something someone had made recently, for there was no way that it would have been in this condition if it were an artifact from the viking era.

The sound of thunder brought your attention upward toward the sky, where once it had been a clear bright blue sky overhead, now there were dark clouds swirling above you. Literally, above you. It seemed as if those clouds were swirling around the pillar itself and for a moment you thought you could hear a faint voice speaking over the sudden wind that was also swirling around you. You stood up, still holding onto the ax in your hand and then you gasped when the wind suddenly propelled you forward some, causing you to stretch out your free hand and place it against the pillar in an effort to catch yourself. A moment later, a crack of lightning filled the air and you looked up in time to see it strike against the top of the pillar. You shrieked as suddenly you were knocked backward a few feet, losing your balance and falling upon your rear end as that bolt of lightning disappeared, along with the freak storm entirely. The sun was shining, the clouds were gone and there was nothing but the sound of calm waves lapping against the shore as you leaned up with your hands behind you, one of them still clutching the ax handle. What had just happened? You were about to stand up when you noticed something stir that was on the ground on the opposite side of the pillar from where you were, seeing after a moment of thought, that it was a man. He too was on his rump in the sand, looking at the pillar in bewilderment before he looked around the area and then his eyes finally landed upon you. Even from the distance between the two of you, you could tell that his eyes were the brightest shade of blue that you had ever seen, and as cliché as it sounded: it were almost as if they could look into your soul. He stared at you silently for a moment, before he pushed himself up to his knees and then finally to his feet, his eyes scanning the area curiously, though flicking back to you now and then as well.

You leaned up a bit as you watched him curiously, wondering where he had come from so quickly, and without you noticing him approaching. Had he seen the random storm brewing around, seen you standing there and he had hurried over to try and move you away? Why else would he be there, when he had not been there before? The man moved closer to the pillar, reaching out with his hand to touch it only to yank it back quickly, sucking in a breath between his teeth as if he had been burned. He stared at his hand and then at the pillar curiously and then his eyes slowly moved over to you where he then tilted his head a bit to the side. His gaze drank you in, moving from your feet all of the way up your body until his eyes met yours once again and you gave a slight shudder from the chills this had sent through you. When his eyes caught sight of the ax in your hand his eyebrows furrowed together and he took a step forward, pointing at you. “Where did you get that? That is mine.” he said as he took a few more steps forward, his eyes now moving to the ax in your hand. The language that he was speaking was something familiar to you, and yet you also could not place it. At first you could have sworn that it sounded like Old Norse, but it had been awhile since you studied that language. Suddenly he thrust his hand forward, his palm up as he gestured to the ax in your hand. “Give it to me.” You tossed the ax away from you gently, sending it to the sand next to his feet, your eyes on his without wavering as he then knelt down and picked it up, brushing the sand off and inspecting it before he placed it on his hip in a loop on his belt…wait...what was he wearing? Your eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in the boots and the leather pants, the simple belt that hung loose around his hips, along with another wider belt that was around his waist that had a weaved pattern around it and then the long dark brown tunic that fit him well. Your eyes then moved up to his beard, short, yet still unkempt and then the smooth skin of his scalp until it came to the top where long braids were pulled back and cascaded down behind his head, coming to a stop between his shoulder blades. When he turned his head, you noticed tattoos that ran behind his ear and down the back of his skull. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that this guy had walked out of a Viking Renaissance fair.

He must have noticed that you were looking at him so intently, for a slight smirk appeared on his lips as he watched you, and then, he unashamedly did the same to you. His eyes starting at your feet, though as they slowly took in your clothing, he gradually moved closer, his head tilting this way and that, his eyes narrowing and his eyebrows knitting together as he did. Instinctively you began to scoot back as you were seated upon the sand, each step he took, you would move back until suddenly he moved quickly and knelt down to where he was hovering over you slightly. You took in a sharp breath, your eyes widening at this sudden closeness as you watched his eyes roam over your body before they came to your face, moving from your chin to your lips, then the freckles that dotted your cheeks and finally to your eyes where he gazed at you intently, yet there was a curiousness in that gaze. The sound of an airplane caught his attention and his eyes glanced around, his head tilting to try and pinpoint which direction the noise was coming from and it wasn’t until he glanced upward for a moment that he paused and stared at the plane as it went by over your heads. He tilted his head back more, slowly bringing himself up to a standing position as he watched it, his face contorted in utter confusion. When the plane had disappeared from sight, the sound still present, he began to very slowly turn and look around the area, the curiosity falling from it and replacing with disbelief, maybe even fear? He stopped when he saw the building that was farther down the shore, then he noted the skyline of buildings past that along the treeline and finally he looked down at you. ”Where am I?” he said softly at first, but you were too preoccupied with trying to figure out what was happening to hear him. “Where am I?” he said a bit louder, taking a step toward you as you sat upon the ground looking up at him. That simple phrase you were able to decipher and you swallowed hard before opening your mouth, which you found had gone dry. “H-Hvide Klint. F-Frederiksværk.” you managed to stutter out.

He narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head, clearly not understanding what you had just said. Then he put his hands on the top of his head and gripped his hair with his fingers and let out an aggravated grunt before he walked over to the pillar, going up to it and smacking it with his hand suddenly. “This is not Kattegat.” he said before smacking it again with his palm and then he circled it, looking the pillar up and down before he looked at you and pointed at the pillar. “How is this here, but my home is not?” You stared at him a moment and then you finally began to get up to your feet, brushing the sand from your palms as you watched him, your body poised to run should he come at you once again like he had before. “I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time understanding you.” The man looked at you, his eyes narrowing a bit before he lifted his chin a little, his eyes flicking up and down your body once again, which you couldn’t tell if it were in an insulting manner or if it were to take in your figure. “You are Saxon?” this time...he spoke in decent English. You stared at him silently for a moment before you brought your hands up and hugged them around your torso. He pointed at you. “English?” “In a sense.” was all that you were able to say. Being from the Midwest in America, honestly would probably go over this man’s head. Either he was deranged, or there was something else at work here. Something that was beginning to make your skin prickle with intrigue. “What is your name?” you said calmly and slowly, so that he may understand better. He stared at you silently before he took a few steps toward you, bringing himself to be within a few inches from you, which you noted now (considering earlier) that he had no regard for personal space. Either an intimidation tactic or just flat out cockiness. “Ragnar Lothbrok.” Upon hearing that name, you were hit with the knowledge you had gained over the years of living in Denmark, the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok being one of your favorite things to study and delve further into. You had spent quite a bit of time in school here, devoting your studies to that of the vikings, especially when it came to the tales of the Lothbrok clan.

Your eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, almost half expecting a hidden camera crew to be hiding somewhere, having just helped some of your colleagues and friends pull quite the prank on you. There was no one around, not unless you counted the fishing boat that was off in the distance, though you doubted they would be getting very good camera shots from there if this was indeed a prank. Yet, if this was not some sort of ruse, then what was happening right now? This man had seemingly (to you anyway) appeared out of nowhere, the moment you had been knocked back by the force of that lightning hitting the pillar, when he had not been anywhere within sight, prior to that. Your feet moved you around him, bringing you to the pillar in question and you reached up, tentatively tracing your fingers over some runes that you had not noticed before. They were etched deep, but they were also worn from the weather and from what you could make of the symbols, it had something to do with ‘time’. Lost in time? Far through time? Ugh, it was too worn for you to tell at this moment. You quickly reached down into the pocket of your cardigan and pulled out your notebook, ripping a piece of paper from it and then brought out your pencil. Holding the paper against the pillar, you used the lead of the pencil to scratch against the underlying etching of the runes, bringing to light what you were unable to see. Staring down at the symbols you had managed to capture with the lead, you wracked your brain for what it might say when you jumped suddenly at the fact that this ‘Ragnar’ was beside you, and close, once again. He had come up somewhat behind you, his face leaning over your shoulder some to see what you were holding and his breath you could feel against your cheekbone slightly as he spoke. “Time knows no bounds.” he said softly. Clearly, he was able to read this. And you jumped for joy inwardly that you at least were correct in knowing it had said something about ‘time’. “My great grandfather carved this after losing his first wife, knowing that one day they would be reunited in Valhalla.” You lifted your gaze from the paper in your hand and looked at the worn carvings upon the pillar for a moment, before you turned your head to the side and your eyes widened, having forgotten how close he was standing. The smell of fresh pine and rich soil wafted up to your nose. “I never received your name.” He said in a soft tone, his eyes daring to move across your facial features, resting on your lips a moment before going back to your eyes. You took a step back quickly, trying to create some space between you and for the love...he moved with you as if anticipating you would do this, keeping that space to its same bare minimum. The cockiness and unashamed way that he kept looking at you, was enough to bring color to your cheeks as you looked at him. “Y/N.”

“Y/N...” he repeated your name and you would be lying to yourself if you said that it didn’t give you chills when hearing it fall from his lips. He studied your face once again and then he gave a small smirk, showing off his white teeth and then he took a step back from you, bringing his hands together in front of him where he clasped them together as he continued to look down at you. “I say again, y/n...where am I?” he said, that smirk upon his lips still. He gave a soft sigh as his eyes moved around the area again. “Or perhaps...I should say 'when'?” This brought your stomach to tighten a little. He was registering the fact that this might not be his home, and not just that, his time period. If this were the case...if he was really Ragnar Lothbrok, then something insane, mysterious and magical had brought him through time, to this moment and place. Your eyes moved to the paper in your hand once more. The words ‘time knows no bounds’ echoing around inside your head before lifting to look up at him. “Denmark. It is the year, 2022.” you said quietly, watching his reaction. Either he had a great poker face, or this did not surprise him as much as it should have, for he gave no indication of emotion as he looked at you once you had admitted the year. He looked down at his hands that were clasped and he gave a slight nod, before keeping his face turned downward, but lifting those blue eyes of his to meet yours again. “Then my home is long gone.” he said, giving a sigh through his nose. He then moved over to the pillar and placed his hand upon it, as if he were expecting it to transport him once again, home. Like the silly little optimistic girl you were, you had half wondered if it would work, but there he continued to stand for many a moment before he let his hand fall down to his side limply. You hesitated and then moved closer to the pillar, getting close to it with your face so that you could study it better, in case anything might have been missed. You then came around to the side that he had been close to when he ‘arrived’ and you noted there was more runes there only different from what had been on your side. “What does this say?” you asked, bringing your finger to point just under the first symbol. Ragnar took a step closer and squinted, lifting his hand up to run his fingers along the engraving, your body tingling when his fingers lightly brushed over yours a moment. “A year and a day shall send you back on your way.” he said as he removed his hand from the pillar and rested it upon the blade of the ax that was holstered at his hip.

“A year and a day?” you said, repeating it under your breath. “Oh fuck, does that mean whatever happened...wont happen again for another year and a day?” Ragnar’s eyebrows shot up into his forehead a bit when you cursed, but there was a glimmer in his eye and the corner of his mouth went up slightly as he looked at you. He then reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he looked at the runes on the pillar. “My great grandfather enjoyed his riddles...and his rhymes. Yet, it was exactly a year and a day before he too, entered Valhalla." You jumped when suddenly your phone began to ring and you nearly dropped the paper in your hands as you fumbled in your other pocket to try and get to it. Ragnar was highly confused by the sudden sound, but he watched with interest when you pulled out your phone and then hit the answer button, bringing it up to your ear. It was one of your colleagues, Klaus. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that we made it back. You still at the site, or did you wise up to the fact there's nothing there and leave?" You cleared your throat as Ragnar came closer to you, his head tilted as he looked at the phone next to you head as you then began to talk into it. "Oh you know me, stubborn as a mule. So naturally, I am still looking around." "Oh for Christ's sake, y/n." You could hear him sigh and your eyes widened when Ragnar reached for your hand and brought the phone forward, pressing his ear against it curiously, his eyebrows shooting up when you heard Klaus's voice ask if you had found anything. You quickly took Ragnar's wrist and brought the phone back to your ear. "No, nothing. I'll be heading back soon."

You still had hold of his wrist as you continued to talk to Klaus, though when you suddenly felt his fingertip gently touch the side of your face, you raised an eyebrow at him. Ragnar just smirked as he watched you and did it again, which caused you to shrink back some, though trying to keep your ear against the phone that he was still holding onto. Clearly this man had no qualms when it came to making someone feel awkward, unless this was his way of flirting? Regardless, your face was flushing and you quickly pried the phone from his hand, using your free one to gently swat his fingers away as you took a step back, making him smirk more. Here he was, in a different time period and yet he was getting such enjoyment of making you feel uncomfortable. "Just be careful, there are weirdos out there." Klaus said, which made your gaze flick to Ragnar's. "You know I can handle myself pretty well." Ragnar's eyebrow raised. "I'll send you a text when I'm home." At that, he hung up and you lowered the phone and before you could slip it back into your pocket, Ragnar's hand caught your wrist and he gazed down at the device in your hand. "How does it talk? Magic?" You gave a snort and shook your head as he continued to look at the phone in your hand. Gently you pulled your arm back toward you and unlocked it, bringing about your home screen which showed a picture of you and your friends on your birthday, smiling and laughing. He looked at it intently, looking from your face in the picture, to your actual face in front of him. You could tell that he was highly confused. "It's called a 'phone'. You can use it to talk to people, keep in touch with loved ones that are far away. Among a lot of other things." You then switched on the camera and held it up, looking at him through the screen and put a smile on your face. "Say cheese." He stared at you. "Why?" "It means to smile." He hesitated and then gave that smirk of his and you snapped a picture, turning the phone around to face him after.

Ragnar stared at it, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the picture of himself, taking your wrist and bringing the phone closer to his face, his eyes looking at it curiously. You then turned to where your back was facing him and you held the phone up in front of you, flipping the camera around to where you could see both of you on the screen, taking a short video of you waving and him just standing there behind you, mesmerized. You took in a long breath and then turned to face him, pursing your lips in thought before your eyes then moved to the pillar that was behind him. "I need to do more research on this. You said your great grandfather placed this pillar here? What was his name?" He told you and you, to the best of your ability, jotted it down on the piece of paper you had used to copy the runes on. "Perhaps we can get you home faster than a year and a day, if we figure out more about this thing and what happened and why it happened." He looked at you as you stared at the pillar with curiosity and he gave a small smile. "It is the will of Odin that I am here." You gave a small chuckle. "Well gee thanks, Odin, now I have to figure out what to do with you." you said as you looked at him. To be honest, why should you even get involved in this? What if it were all some sort of joke? Though on the inside, you knew that it wasn't. This was something real, and it was something fascinating and you wanted desperately to get to the bottom of it. You lifted your phone up once again and sent for a taxi before looking back at Ragnar. "It will probably be best for you to come back home with me, until I can get more answers." He gave that damn smirk of his as he looked at you and then nodded his head. "Is it a far walk?" You grinned and nodded your head. "Yes, quite far. But we will not be walking." He followed after you as you walked back up the hill to where you and your coworkers had parked earlier and then kept going until you came upon the road. Your phone dinged and you saw a message from the nearest taxi driver, stating that they were driving down the road and wanted to know where to look for you. You messaged them back and within a few moments, a car came down the road toward you, pulling off onto the side of the road for you to get in. Ragnar backed up a bit, putting his hand upon the ax at his hip, eyeing the large black thing that had just stopped before you and you gave a smirk. "It's okay. This will be taking us to the train station." He just stared between you and the car and you held your hand out to him. "Do you trust me?"

Ragnar looked at you, his hand still on the ax and then noticed that there was a person inside the big black thing and his eyebrow raised a bit, before he looked back at you. "I do not trust easily." "Yeah, well...I can just leave you here then?" you said as you lowered your hand and opened the back door to the car and moved to slide in. "Wait." He said, taking a step forward. "At least explain what this is." he said, gesturing to the car with his free hand. "It's called a car. Think of it like a carriage or cart, but without the horses. It will take us where we need to go." He looked at it once again, his eye landing on the very confused and also irritated that this was taking so long, person inside. "Car." he said under his breath, before he gave a nod and then removed his hand from the ax and he moved to where you were, watching as you slid in and across the seat and then gestured to the seat beside you for him to take. He hesitated and then finally sat down, his eyes peering about the inside of the car before glancing at you. "Where to?" the driver said. "Train station, please." you said as you then leaned over to Ragnar and took the seat belt and wrapped it around him, having to move the ax to buckle it. He stared at you curiously and you gave a smile. "Keeps you safe." you said before giving the belt across his chest a pat and then you did the same for yourself, giggling when as the car then moved forward, Ragnar's hands moved to the seat beside his legs and gripped hard, his eyes widening. "Just wait until you are on the train. It goes even faster." you said, smiling at him when his eyebrows rose a bit as he looked at you. Once the car had been moving for some time, you saw that his body finally relaxed and you watched as he gazed out of the window as an entirely different world than the one he knew, passed by.

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negans-wife · 4 years

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Fic's needed!

Hey y'all.

I hope you can help a girl out. I'm looking for super angsty and smutty fics with slim to none fluff. (Not in the mood for lovey dovey stuff)

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author-morgan · 2 years

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Can Ragnar please fuck me? Thanks.

oh boy do I have something for you, anon. Also, come and get him @mrsragnarlodbrok Ragnar x fem!Reader

HIS HAND IS rough when his fingers curl around your bicep and his grip strong —punishing in his fit of blind rage. Ragnar’s breath is hot against the back of your neck, but unlike you, he appears calm. The madness is only alight in the stormy depths of his eyes. You turn to face him and see the red streaks across his cheek that align perfectly with your fingers. “This is not what I agreed to!” You hiss, face twisted at the very thought of the Saxon King’s terms —terms to which your husband accepted without contemplation, without consulting those closest to him, you included. Collateral is what Ecbert of Wessex called it —an exchange of high-ranking and valued individuals to remain in good faith.

Ragnar looks down his nose at you, tilting his head, and leans down, his voice a venomous whisper at your ear. “Necessity demands our plans change,” he reminds you. His dream —your dream— of a peaceful life with the fertile English soil meant pacifying the Saxons one way or another. If that meant allying his people with one king to help bring the downfall of another, then so be it. There are far worse things that could have come out of the meeting than sending his beloved to stay with Christians.

He steps back, hand falling away from your arm, daring you to speak against his decision again with only a look. But anger still festers in the pit of your stomach. Decisions such as this —affecting your people, your future— should not be made in haste. You first came to England together, and Ragnar had made promises now broken. You lift your chin, rage giving way to a sickly-sweet smile. “Do not forget, Ragnar,” you begin, “I am your wife. The mother of your children.”

The words strike something deep within him —the insinuation that he could ever forget you are the woman he swore himself to, the woman who gifted him two strong sons and a gentle daughter. Ragnar's nose twitches as he reaches for you with a closed fist. The backs of his knuckles brush over your cheek. He blinks, and it is though his eyes are brighter than ever, laced with determination and madness. You exhale, a shaky breath, refusing to back down until he says something, anything. His hand follows a braid in your hair, down your neck —fingers splaying out over the flesh. “How could I?” He taunts, thumb pressing against your jaw.

Neither of you is willing to back down, to set this aside and carry on. It is Ragnar who breaks first, knowing he is not prepared to feel your absence in the coming weeks. His kiss is aggressive and impatient. He moves his lips against yours like a man unrestrained, finally able to consume what —no, who— he’s been craving since you first stormed off into the trees from the meeting. He steps closer, forcing you back until you bump against the trunk of a great ash tree.

You match his greedy touch without hesitation, running your hands up his torso, over the metal rings sewn into his dark raven armor, and around his neck, arching your back to fit the curve of his chest. He hooks his hand around the back of your knee and hikes it over his hip, pressing his pelvis to yours. You feel the ridge of his half-hard cock pressed against your hip. Seeing you like this made his blood boil in more ways than one. And his kiss, controlling and bruising, and the light pressure on your neck —heat pools low in your belly.

With the heat of his mouth and the broad expanse of his form, he envelops you, devours you. Ragnar releases you, his hands darting to the ties of his britches. You mimic his movements, ridding yourself of your swordbelt and the painted shield on your back —throwing both to the forest floor. But you are not quick enough to satiate his temper and impatience. Ragnar shoves your hands out of the way, pulling at the ties of your pants. He towers over you, leering when he sees the hunger in your eyes and feels the heat flushing your skin —hears the shallow breaths passing your parted lips when he presses you tightly between the tree and his body.

His hands stray from your waist to the back of your thighs, lifting you —and only a moment later, his cock is nudging at your slick cunt before he presses himself into you with a fluid snap of his hips. It pulls a ragged groan from his lips as he feels your warmth engulf him. With your ankles linked at the base of his spine, the heels of your soft leather boots pressing against his back, you carve your fingernails into the ropes of muscle rippling across his shoulder blades through the wool of his tunic.

Ragnar bites down hard where your neck and shoulder join, tearing a yelp from your hoarse throat and leaving a lasting mark to remember this moment. Your eyes flash open, meeting his —wild, dangerous, carnal. It is all you can do to hold fast to him, to keep from falling as he thrusts into you over and over, trying to meet his hips with your own. You arch into him, hands moving from his shoulders to his neck. Ragnar bares his teeth when you pull back on his warrior’s braid, hard enough to tilt his head back. His next thrust is harsh —retaliation.

Breathless, you seek out his lips, and he obliges with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss —panting and moaning into each other’s mouth. He knows you are right on the precipice, and he leans in closer, giving you that nudge and his permission in a raspy whisper against your ear. You clench around his twitching cock.

A strangled groan passes through his gaping mouth as he presses through the tightness —striking the place that makes your limbs go weak. “Ragnar,” you plead, the whisper of his name a prayer that saps away whatever ire he’d felt before this moment. He shifts, the angle changes and each thrust sends a spark of friction where you are joined. Ragnar watches as your head tilts back, eyes droop shut, and ecstasy overtakes you, but he is not done yet —has not had his fill.

He slams into you and clamps his hands around your waist so he can yank you back onto his cock. His thrusts are uneven, uncaged, unhinged. Ragnar pants and grunts and groans against your neck, using your body to chase his own end. All you can do is hold tight and endure the punishment until his hips lose their rhythm. He presses his face against your neck, cock twitching as he spills himself deep in your warmth, listening to the sound of your thundering heartbeat.

Ragnar keeps you pinned against the tree with his hips, his hands pressing yours back into the rough bark. The scrape of the tree against your backside and hands, his cock softening and seed dripping from your ruined cunt —it’s too much, and just for the moment, you will forget your previous misgivings and relish the feel of him. A warm thought to keep you company on lonely nights. He leans toward you, lips ghosting along your jawline until he reaches your ear. “Do not forget,” he echoes, almost mocking your previous words, but the glint in his eyes is more mirth than anger now, “I am your husband.”

He lets you down and steps back, righting himself as you do the same on shaky legs, replacing your swordbelt and shield as he picks up his axe and sword. You step to him, resting your hand over the fading marks on his cheek, fingers combing through the wiry hair of his unkempt beard. “How could I ever forget you, Ragnar Loðbrók?” You query, turning back to join the Saxons at their camp —unwilling to turn your husband into an oathbreaker.

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bluemargotrobbie · 6 months

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LAGERTHA Y EL LEGADO DE RAGNAR ☠️⚔️

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

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

🖋: Sol_Andersen93 (wattpad)

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💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

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queenquinzel715 · 3 years

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2. Ragnar 18+

I walked through the trees with Lagertha to pick some mushrooms for dinner when we heard rustling. We walk ahead thinking it's an animal, but Lagertha has her sword halfway out of the holder.

"Let's get going (y/n)'' She says helping me over a fallen tree.

You see Lagertha was my older sister, and was the best shieldmaiden. I, on the other hand, was the healer of the village, and some say I have power of the Goddess Eir after I saved this child of harsh fever. Poor thing was red like she was burned, but her lips were blue like she swam in the frozen lake. She is now running around the village with the others.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as someone jumps out in front of us causing me to scream. Ragnar Lothbrok and his brother Rollo are standing in front of us laughing. I roll my eyes as my sister hits Rollo in his chest. We have known the brothers for our whole lives, and they always torment us in some way. I see Lagertha leave with Rollo probably going to his house.

"That isn't nice Ragnar. I almost dropped my basket." I huff as I walk around him.

"Then let me take it for you." He says close to my ear as he snatches the basket.

"Don't you have better things to do than mess with women?" I ask as I pull some leaves off the tree for my salve.

"What better way to spend my day with a Goddess? Besides you love it when I'm with you." He smirks as he walks behind you back to your house.

"I am not a Goddess, Ragnar, and who says I enjoy your company?" I sneer at him as we walk inside.

He grunts at me as he slams the basket on the table, and he grabs my waist pulling me back to him. I feel his nose run up my neck into my hair as his hand grabs my hips causing me to gasp.

"The way you react to my touch tells me just how much you enjoy my company." He kisses my shoulder. "Also I notice when you look at me you stop everything." He turns me around to face him as his hands run up my body to my face.

He leans down brushing his lips to mine, his beard tickling my chin, as I feel his fingers grab my hair pulling it back.

"Ragnar." I softly moan as I grab his sides.

He picks me up as he slams his lips to mine, his hand squeezing my ass, causing me to moan. He kisses down my neck as he lays me down on the bed, and his hands pushing my skirt up for him to lay in between my legs. I arch into him as he unties my dress pulling it down freeing my breasts, my leg runs up his hip, he kisses along them pulling my dress down around my waist.

"Ragnar." I moan as he bites my nipple.

He pulls back taking his clothes off, and pulls my dress completely off before he crawls on top of me. As he gets settled I kiss him hard as I pull at his hair earning a growl from him. I feel his touch all over my body, and as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders he slides into me. I gasp grabbing his arm, but he stops for a moment letting my legs fall to his hips.

"You feel amazing (y/n). I.." He grunts thrusting into me.

"You feel so good Ragnar." I moan letting my back arch.

He holds my hips down as he starts to slowly move into me, and I can't help closing my eyes and moan. He starts pounding into me as his hand runs up my stomach to my breast, and the other hand holds my hip down. I can't control how loud my moans are. He leans down kissing me as he grinds into me.

"That's it, let everyone know who pleasures you." He groans in my ear.

"Ragnar...please." I moan loud, scratching down his shoulders.

He rolls us so I'm on top, but when I start to move he pulls me to his chest and pounds into me. He holds onto my ass with one hand as his arm is around my back.

"YES...DON'T STOP" I scream out in pleasure as I grab his shoulders digging my nails in without realizing.

"Cum for me, my Goddess." He groans, biting my ear.

I moan loud, feeling him cum causes me so cum hard I shake on his chest. He rolls us to the side, holding me to him, his fingers playing with my hair. I lay my head on his chest falling asleep.

"I love you, My Goddess." He softly says kissing the top of my head.

~Later that night~

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up wrapped in furs, and Ragnar was gone. I get up putting my dress back on, and when I bend down to step in my dress the door opens. I jump around holding the dress to my body, blocking as much as I could, and he smirks at me as he walks toward me. Ragnar wraps his arm around my waist pulling me against him hard, and throws my dress away from me. He leans his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, and just moves his hands around my body. I look him over, memorizing everything about him, but I stop at a blood spot on his shirt.

"Ragnar?" I ask softly.

"Yes My Goddess." He pulls back smiling.

"Why is there blood on you?" Pointing to the wet spot.

His face contorted into a scowl. "It is nothing." He says kissing my forehead walking to the table where I just noticed the bag he put there.

"Are you hurt Ragnar?" I pull up his shirt, but I don't see anything.

"(Y/n) I'm not hurt. Don't worry about it." He hands you wrapped up meat. Maybe it was from the meat? I nod putting it away.

My door is banged open, but this time it's my sister.

"Nobody knocks anymore." I grumble looking at my sister's pissed off face. "What's wrong Lagertha?" I ask rushing to her side as I grab her arm.

"Ask Ragnar." She glares at him as I turn to him. He doesn't say anything.

"Well?" I cross my arms.

"By the Gods, he killed Steinn." She snaps.

"Steinn? But..." I sit down. "Ragnar he is the top warrior for the Earl. Why would you do that?" I'm getting so worried now.

"He deserved it, besides the Earl was there." He waves his hand eating something from my basket.

"Why?" Is all I kept saying.

"Tell us now Ragnar." Lagertha glares him down. He scoffs standing up.

"I gave him a warning not to keep speaking of (y/n) like he was going to have her, and he kept going. I told him to stop speaking of my woman like you were some whore." I couldn't help my smile. His woman? "He then got in my face, and said he was going to have you scream louder than I had earlier, so I killed him. I'll do it again if anyone thinks they can say or do anything to you." He walked out of the house like that was it.

I sigh as I turn to Lagertha.

"I'll see you later." She sighs as she walks out.

I walk into the trees following the broken sticks. He only did that when he was upset. I found him sitting next to a river throwing what I guess are stick pieces into the water.

"Ragnar." I softly touch his shoulder. "Thank you for what you did."

We stay quiet for a while before I start walking back, but I don't get far before I'm shoved to a tree and lips crushing mine. I can't even kiss back before he picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. He kisses down my neck fast and hard, and all I can do is lay my head back. I didn't even notice he pulled his pants down until I felt him enter me completely, and I can't stop the loud moan that leaves my mouth. I grab behind his neck as I kiss him deeply as he pounds me into the tree. I cum fast throwing my head back.

"RAGNAR!" I scream out.

He groans in my ear ramming deep inside of me as he cums, and holds me up.

"You're MY Goddess." He kisses me deeply.

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