#viking show

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

Collision - Prologue │ Viking Show

A/N: I try to keep they/them throughout. 

Warning: Death. Violence.

Word count: 2354

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X's POV

Snow crunches under our feet. Silence filled the empty words neither spoke like a none visible lullaby scream that couldn't be heard. 

Wind between us surrounded each of our steps without a mere word; I had assured (y/n) we would come out unscathed.

It was a promise, and I never fucked up promises. They are the only thing I have left in this none sequential world.

I assured (y/n) that I had to be helpful wherever I could scrub in my senses, unbiased by them or others, and secure despite my most reckless behavior. 

I had promised to assist them with any queries or concerns they made have through this journey; however, (y/n) ain't here in this little situation we found ourselves. X glances back at the pixie-like girl behind her holding a precious key between her injured hands; this is it finally, at one point our future becomes a determined bloodied mess, "Jade, I am sorry", I mumbled far beyond understanding. We are both fucked. Biblically so.

An alarm blasts in the background as x opens her eyes a ring hovers over herself. She blinks her eyes firmly no wind nor the sense of freedom everyone concerning the wind refers to. 

They wished to be birds in mere desperation to escape their destiny. The fate that had been written before them, x calls bullshit.

Nobody came around holding a gun to her temples assuring her to pick a side, nobody did. She chooses this side herself without another choice. People can't count on her for shit to provide a defeating and death-driven ending.

Despite the obvious whom she is inside and outside this futuristic hell hole. She knows down inside her. She isn't an anti-hero let alone a hero. 

She does not want anyone's safety or privacy is not her top priority all she cares about is surviving. This path she walks alone herself; this path will be the one to give her all the choices she so wishes. She is, after all, x.

One word that means nothing.

One letter that means everything.

In math, people seem to look for her. She hates math with a passion. In biology, fauna and flora seem to avoid her like the plague she is. A plague the existential crisis she preaches. She is what others don't understand. That is.

x walks the short 3 steps to her water bottle stopping her ownself monologue. She needs her head in the game before this collision ends them sooner. Last night, she was awoken to do a mission. In whispers with codes (y/n) told her to do a blind mission the epidemy and death of Dr. H. He has become a slack in their final unity.

x wore a long one-shoulder shirt with written words at the front, "Death do us part, or I might", a self-made shirt she did back before she went under. She had black skinny jeans with no shoes whatsoever. She felt as free as the snow crunch below her feet.

There can't be two masterminds in our midst. Only (y/n) can be standing; She is assigned to end the motherfuckers life as bloody as it needs to be. Basically, as sadistic as x wants it to be. We are in the middle of nowhere Antarctic in some glacier the only standing ground of this dead planet.

I will do everything in my power to ensure that (y/n) desires are made to come true. Dr. H or whomever his true name is will die by her hands. x has never failed a mission before, and she isn't starting now. 

She gulps down the bottle throwing the set plastic out in the recycle bin. She stares back into the starry skies, "Nights like this recover me some. Today is the day. I am taking that meat bag down". x mumbles under her breath, she swings her fingers along the wind as ice particles escape her hands.

"Dance along the wind just like Freedom you extinguish the fire, you stop electricity in its path, you exterminate the earth we stand, you are a plague, sweetheart. You are death", (y/n) announced only to two, they crossed their arms, a stare raising one eyebrow and looking past x towards the night.

"They don't exist you know. It was hard to acquire, but we did", (y/n) starts off taking a couple steps forward. x doesn't move seating down on the snow crunching it as she goes. The snow forms an ice platform keeping her back in place.

"right.. I ain't moving until there is proof of purchase". x blurts not bothering to look back. Her brown eyes stare into the full moon shining back at her. (y/n) stares as particles of snow dance between them and past them, "Twilight Saga first edition books. They are in the storage room next to your bed. We added a midnight sun too". (y/n) stops walking altogether; their words reach their target as x lips curl into an evil grin.

(y/n) wore a full fledge winter suit covering every part of their body from the coldness that was their inhabited planet

"How roasted do you want him? How dead do you need him". x uttered the wicked words not waiting for a response. She lifted herself up by pushing ice into the cliff she now stood at. Her fingers graced the ice with a smile, "Well done", (y/n) mutters, they turn to walk inside the cold isn't exactly their favorite season. X runs past them on her way to make sure her payment has been fulfilled for her to end the dumbs Doctor's H life is everything she couldn't get before the world went to literal hell. It ended before she could buy her own copy of Twilight Saga hardcover. She had the 130 bucks for it too.

Now that she had the chance to gain her very own first edition twilight saga full series; she will not give up such a gift. All she had to do is kill Dr. H. That's all -- no biggy.

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Ashla’s pov.

Fortified metal from right to left; ahead and behind Ashla could see. This is our storage room for things that need to be kept cold. 

This planet has a dysfunctional temperature most times is unbearably hot beyond words could explain.

Ashla leans on the wall; she glances right seeing a blue and white hammock near it standing 3 boxes on top of each other with the color title to be read list. A single golden locket sat on the hammock unharmed by the elements.

Ashla wore thick black jeans with black combat boots. A cream long sleeves polo shirt with a black winter coat that comes to her waist that has cat prints inside the hoodie area added fur.

Ashla crosses her arms holding x's payment. Each raid this past couple of months looking for an intact first edition twilight saga book. Footsteps made Ashla look ahead towards the wide-open door; frost form onto the fortified metal as a brunette hair and brown eyes girl wearing no shoes with her outfit. 

A wide smile covers her lips as she catches the books in my hand. The payment. x wore a long one-shoulder shirt with written words at the front, "Death do us part, or I might", a self-made shirt she did back before she went under. She had black skinny jeans with no shoes whatsoever.

"What happened to your shoes?". Ashla mumbles under her breath. Ice particles escape her lips in the direction of x. She stood on the doorframe.

"I never wear them. They end up breaking 90% of the time". X blurts like that's a fact everyone should know. She takes a step forward snow forming below her feet; she stops staring at Ashla, "Sorry. I should not have run here". Ashla rolls her eyes dropping the books on top of her TBR boxes.

"You are blaming it on running?". Ashla blurts pushing the hood down to cover her hair. Her blue contacts stare at her brown eyes for a mere second before moving back to the frozen meats on the shelves, "You dont want your own room?". Ashla blurts, her head turned back to X tip-toeing like a tik-tak-toe idiot.

"What are you doing?". Ashla adds not sure wanting to know the thought process for this whole situation.

"Tiptoe my way to my bed once I seat down ice will go away." x blurts out, not bothering to put facts to her words. Ashla rolls her eyes staring at x's failure to attempt to stop frost forming throughout the storage room.

One foot up slowly putting one toe down then using her hands to move herself with ice placing another toe ahead of the other one. Her brown orbs intently stare then shoot her arms up blurting a simple, "I did it!".

"Fucking retard". Ashla calls out. She stares at x shaking her head, "You made me lose 25 minutes of my life I will never get back". Ashla replies not bothering to look at the frozen meat or x.

"There is my locket". x grabs the golden locket within her grasp. She put the locket around her neck, a sentimental smile covering her lips not bothering to look up, "I wish you had woken Jade up".

"Your younger sister hates (y/n) to death. Remember last time you got scratched by a Vampire?". Ashla affirms in small notes. She shook her head trembling within, "Your sister beat the shit out of mine for a scratch".

"I would freeze the world for her". x mumbles.

"Too late. You awake makes ecosystems freeze over in existential dread". Ashla rolls her eyes adding the mere thought. X laughs out loud at the term, "We need a fire humanoid to melt away your ice". Ashla blurts.

"I have never been awake without Jade since the incident". x said.

She ponders on that thought as both girls stood silently in the freezer. She glances over to the left of a room close down with 17 locks.

"I need Jade". x pleads a single tear fell from her cheeks though it froze completely cracking onto the metal floors.

“You can get Jade after the mission is done".

"Promise?". x blurts questioning the effect and sight."I will. Promise on (y/n)'s life". Ashla proclaims. Her cheeks were down her eyebrows normal. X grins, holding the locket tightly to her chest, "I have a bad feeling without Jade here."

"Stop being superstitious like last time. You are going to be fine". Ashla blurts pointing to the wide open door. She takes a deep breath with difficulty.

"You will have Jade in your arms tomorrow morning just get rid of Dr. H. You will be able to search this world with your sister," Ashla explains the pros of this decision. She takes another short breath hating how cold the room is.

"We can raid? For as long as we want?". x asks muttering a simple, "All right", under her breath. Ashla's heartbeat rings in x ears a short beat, no lies, she could catch.

"Yes, you will be in charge of raids means Jade and you will be able to raid for as long as you desired". Ashla blurts, and a cough escapes her lips. She takes a step as her shadows warp her outside the storage room for anything that needs to be cold -- freezer for short. x kneels and sticks a letter from her pockets onto her hammock.

"It's time?". x blurts. Her lips place a kiss on the locket as she leaves a letter on her hammock name written on it 'Jade' with a star made out of snow.

"Coming". x blurts standing up back again. She runs out ignoring the ice covering the halls following after Ashla. Darkness ahead while ice behind. A laugh escaped Ashla followed by x over exaggerated howls.

"Ladie-", The doors open widely. Dr. H didnt manage to finish his words nor turn completely around as x lunches forward fingers clench into a punch. Ice covers her hands as they contact Dr. H's face sending him flying backward.

"Your time is number, Dr. H". (y/n) mutters under her breaths loud enough for the present with acute hearing to listen. It was a mere coincidence. Dr. H coughs up his eyes glaring death at (y/n).

"I should have known something was up with all of you. You have been so nice to me more than your usual distaste; however, I didnt see you waking up another humanoid to do your dirty work". Dr. H exclaims loudly pronouncing every word. He spits blood. He trembles pressing onto his temples and fixing his glasses. He extends a hand holding it out for x to stop.

"You don't have to do this. I could go. I could leave".X swings her hands back -- ice starts forming in a thin form of a spear then forward towards Dr. H as he screams, "LISTEN! PLEASE!".

Silence filled the room like gasoline to a fire. It envelops us as drips fall from the now coated in blood. X was notorious for impaling people with a spear attack.

"To be clear, I wasn't going to lose my books to let him walk out unscathed". X proclaims her hands swing in ice particles.

(y/n) stares at Dr. H's lifeless body. His lips open wide frozen in whatever they were going to say. It was a mere agreement; the guilt none existent. They knew what they did always after a new Doctor comes around is a matter of chance that (y/n) will glow their sentence.

"Thank you, Winter", turns her head seeing them walking out of the room and saying what comes into their mind.

"Names x. I stop going by Winter after my parents died". x blurts pushing her short locks back. She seats up walking out of the room, "I am waking up Jade". Ashla calls out as x follows her out of the room knowing very well a promise is a promise.

In the room was left (y/n) and Ashla's father cleaned the blood from the room.

#twilight fanfiction #death #violence #vikings #viking show #reader insert #reader #evil reader #headstrong reader

[intotheelliwoods]

I have been meaning to do a crossover with the one and only @kathaynesart for such a long time! And the @tmntaucompetition has created the perfect excuse for this :)

I think Sprout and Omega would have a surprising amount in common, they have a lot they can talk about with one another!

Apologies for the cliffhanger- haha- whoops-

#2 arms left #replica #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #once again thank you diana for making these sick ass viking designs #that still have the plastrons showing because I like drawing them hehe #anyways reason for the cliffhanger: I had the dialogue leading up to this point #but my head blanked on what sort of response omega would give #so I am potentially leaving this to kat if she has time o7 <3 #also how rooms/locations work in the multiverse is confusing... haha

[ghouljams]

Pre(tt)y [Chapter 4] Tags: Viking au, Viking!Soap, highlander!reader, Soap x f!reader, grief, mistranslations, Soap is doing his best Summary: You haven't been offered a job, but you also haven't been killed yet. You meet two more vikings, and try to get some rest while you grapple with the loss of everything you've ever known.

Mactavish leads you through camp, the men around the fire glance at you and you step closer to his side. They don’t touch you, just as he promised, but that doesn’t stop them from looking. You’re led towards a tent that seems too small for the man that greets you inside. The man has to duck his head not to scrape the ceiling, his brown hair shorn short but his beard full. You keep your chin held high when he meets your eyes. There’s something commanding in his stare, something in his glare that reminds you of your father. Appraising, you think. He looks at Mactavish.

��What’s this?” He asks, the northern tongue rolls nicely with the rough timber of his voice. A viking made to be a viking. 

“The healer,” Mactavish responds easily. The other viking huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, his weight shifting to look down on the both of you.

“Believe we were looking for more than just the one,” He raises a brow.

“Aye, and you’ll never guess who found ‘em first.” Mactavish runs a hand through his hair, tugs at one of the braids to inspect. As if this is nothing. Same as the other some of the harsh lines in this viking’s face soften. He finds his anger again and spits on the floor with a word you don’t recognize. You can’t help but flinch away from his fury. The movement draws his attention again, and his eyes fix on you. 

“They any good?”

“Better than any of you,” You grumble. You may have been little more than an apprentice but you’d bet that’s more medical experience than any of these men have. Like Mactavish said, it’s better to just call yourself a healer than beat around the bush. At your side Mactavish’s fist clenches so tight you can see his knuckles turn white. If you’d hoped your gaelic was only understood by the Scot at your side you’re sorely mistaken.

The older viking grabs your face, and just as quickly Mactavish grabs his wrist. The viking seems to ignore his subordinate’s grip, studying you with cold eyes. You sniff, stand a little taller. You’re not sure why, it’s not smart staring down a viking. Some part of you hopes it’s a bad idea, hopes it’s your last idea.

“Let go,” Mactavish warns, “they’re my watch, Captain, my catch.”

You narrow your eyes at the captain. You should have known, the air of authority he carries should have tipped you off. None of these men are friend to you, not one of them. Even Mactavish calls you a catch, owns you like a carcass. You should spit in their faces, join your family in the afterlife and be done with this whole affair. 

The captain releases you and Mactavish releases him. Something wordless passes between them, some silent agreement that makes Mactavish nod. Whatever it is you don’t think it bodes well for you, like the closing of a door darkening the room you feel these men’s agreement like a chill over your skin.

“Get something to eat,” The captain advises him, “and see if any of the men need a healer. They can bunk with you tonight.”

Some of the puff seems to leave Mactavish’s shoulders, his breath releasing the tension from his form. You don’t feel the same relief. Bunking with one man is almost as bad as bunking with the rest. His joke about courting you rushes to the front of your mind, you wonder what that means for tonight. How courteous it would be for him to leave you alone. You doubt that will happen.

Mactavish’s hand touches the small of your back, and directs you out of the tent as you glare at his captain. You swat at his touch when you leave the tent, walking an extra half step ahead of him. You can feel his eyes on you, it makes your skin crawl. Is he sizing you up? Trying to gauge your next move? If you’ll run again? You doubt you’d make it with so many vikings after you. You’re about to try your luck, walking past the fire.

No luck. His fingers touch your back again, warm even through your heavy clothes. Mactavish directs you where to walk with a firm hand before he grabs your shoulder and pushes you down onto a log with a gentle, “Sit.”

It’s a command you’re loath to follow, except that the scent of food makes your stomach rumble. There’s a large pot over the fire, with some sort of stew in it. It smells rich and meaty. When’s the last time you ate? You almost thank Mactavish when he ladles a bowl for you, your hands reaching eagerly for the warm meal before stopping short. Your fingers tremble.

Just before you left home. Your mother had given you some bread and cheese, a snack to take while you were foraging. The smoke from the campfire fills your nose, a choking memory of your home. Just before the viking you’d had bread from your mother’s hand.

Your throat hurts, your chest clenching tight as tears roll softly down your face. You take the offered bowl quickly, you don’t look at Mactavish’s face. It’s a crack that splinters your heart, a weakness you can’t afford. You curl in on yourself, sip at the hot soup between your cold hands, and try to ignore the plip of your tears into the broth.

Mactavish takes a seat next to you, his hand hovers. You scoot away, towards the end of the log. The large man corner to you stiffens. You try to keep quiet in the silence that lapses, it doesn’t work well. As hard as you try to push it down you choke on a heavy sob and your hiccup is answered by a shift in the unfamiliar viking’s posture.

“Grey sky doesn’t bode well,” He says, his voice is rich and rough at the edges. You don’t think he’s talking to you, Mactavish maybe with how loud he is. You still glance at him, his eyes unreadable behind the bone mask he wears. You avert your gaze quickly.

“So you’re a Völva now?” Mactavish asks, “You know the weather?”

“Know it well enough.” The viking sniffs, leaning back with a roll of his shoulders.

“You’re full of it,” Mactavish laughs, his voice raising to meet the volume of his fellow viking. You tune out their voices as you sniffle, try to at least. They’re loud, their bickering covering your tears. Ignoring you. Of course they’re ignoring you. Why wouldn’t they? You’re a stranger, an outsider, a prisoner in their camp. You’re only here because there was no one else to steal.

You stare, fuzzy eyed, at the fire. You hiccup through your tears, trying not to dwell too much on your family, or the loneliness that settles in your bones. The vikings talk past you, over you, like you don’t exist. You might not. Not to them.

It’s strange that the thought is almost freeing. At least they aren’t watching you cry, jeering at your misfortune. Small miracles, you suppose, small kindnesses.

It’s dark by the time you finish your slow tearful dinner. The season’s chill aided by the sea breeze cuts through the wool of your earasaid. You’re almost thankful for the fur Mactavish gave you, your arms outstretched to warm you frigid fingers by the fire. The man beside you tugs his gloves off his belt and holds them out to you. You glance at the offering before turning your eyes back to the fire.

“You’re gonna lose your fingers, Vaenn.” Mactavish tells you. You tip your head, strange he’d use a nordic word alongside his Gaelic. That’s a verb isn’t it? To catch: vaen. He’s using it as a noun, or an adjective? Catch, catch, catch. Prey as its noun form, maybe. An unkind but fitting nickname you suppose. 

“Prey, huh,” The skull faced viking hums, almost teasing.

“Shut it,” Mactavish snaps, his cheeks pink from the wind’s chill. He grabs your hand and presses the gloves into it. “Healers are only as good as their hands,” He insists, “please.”

You curl your fingers around the well worn leather, soft and carefully maintained, they’re warm from his body when you tug them on.

You stop yourself from asking what he’ll do for gloves. You shouldn’t care, the less fingers he has the better. Still you can’t help looking at his hands, thick fingers and neat nails. He picks at the dirt under them, and you catch the flash of scars over his knuckles. Marks of a man at war.

Mactavish stares at the fire, the flickering light cutting shadows across his face. You wonder what he’s thinking, what he sees when he looks into the pyre. Is it the shadows that darken his eyes, or his thoughts? He doesn’t look at you, which feels- you don’t know. Desperate. Although you don’t know if it’s your desperation or his.

The skull viking stands with a creak of black leather. He pats Mactavish’s cheek when he passes him, something fond in the gesture. Casual affection that the Scott brushes off in favor of standing. All the darkness leaves his eyes when he looks at you. Like a mask, you think, when he smiles. There’s something hollow about it, something he’s pulled out of himself without any weight to it. You blink at the expression. It doesn’t inspire confidence.

“Lemme show you the tent,” He offers. You glance around the dim camp. Again you feel the need to say something, remind him that you were told to check if anyone needed medical, before you chastise yourself for even the thought. These men deserve nothing more than you’re made to give them. It’s your training that makes you think to ask, but you’re hardly employed.

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself,” You grumble.

“Of course,” Mactavish tells you with a confused look, “I wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want it.”

You bite your tongue before you tell him he’s already touched you plenty. His hands seem so keen to brush against you, to direct you, his warmth attempting to seep into you unbidden. You keep your words to yourself, though you yearn to snap at him. There’s bitterness on your tongue, your grief finding a new name for itself with anger.

Mactavish holds the tent flap for you, and you duck under his arm. He’s quick to slip in behind you, taking up the small space as easily as his captain had. There’s a bed roll, and not much else. 

Mactavish pushes against your side in the small space, turning to drop to the ground. He crosses his legs, leaning back against the sturdy post in the center of the tent. His ax is unhooked from his belt and laid over his thick thigh. He heaves a sigh, and you feel weariness settle over his shoulders. Cold as the rolling sea and heavy as her waves. You watch him thread his fingers through his hair, scratching the back of his head as he drops it forward. 

Good. You hope his choices weigh on him. You hope they crush him.

#cod x reader #x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #viking!soap #viking au #soap x f!reader #f!reader #this has very little romance in it #but I desperately wanted to show a touch of camp before we depart for home #medieval doctoring next chapter maybe #nobody talk to me about the darling I'm thinking up for Ghost

[tyrannuspitch]

big fan of stories that are like fate is just the propaganda that allows the powerful to maintain control of the oppressed but also fate is just your childhood trauma driving you to recreate the same dysfunctional cycles over and over again but also fate is not an illusion fate is a real force that you live with every day and there are real consequences for defying it but also fate is just your father trying to tell you he knows you better than you know yourself. and he's wrong

#loki show apologism hours here at tyrannuspitch dot tumblr dot com 💚 #space viking tag #carry on #meta #s: loki #th: fate + hierarchy #th: abuse + empire #ch: loki #ch: odin #r: loki + odin #r: kang + loki #ch: kang #highlights

[17isrighthere]

I'm a survivor, Prince Harald. There will always be a place for me. David Oakes as EARL GODWIN OF WESSEX in VIKINGS: VALHALLA — Season 1 (2022)

#making this set for me and 3 other ppl on here <3 finished the show finally and he (and emma) are easily my favourite #and i mean that genuinely with my massive david oakes bias aside #david oakes #earl godwin #vikings #vikingsedit #vvedit #vikings valhalla #vikingsvalhallaedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #valhallacentral #2605 #historyedit #usersjen #userlenna #userzil #tusereliza #tuseraixa #usermina #userfefa #useremz

[levithestripper]

5 times Ragnar and Athelstan looked at each other + 1 time they didn't

VIKINGS— Ragnar Lothbrok and Athelstan

#jack's gifs #ragnar lothbrok #athelstan #athelstan vikings #ragnar x athelstan #ragnar lothbrok x athelstan #athelstan x ragnar #athelstan x ragnar lothbrok #athelnar #vikings #history channel vikings #vikings tv #vikings tv show #vikingsedit #vikings edit #vikings gifs #vikings gifset #huluedit #historyedit #perioddramaedit #dailyflicks #filmtv #filmedit #filmgifs #cinemapix #dailyfilmsource #dailyfilmtvgifs #vikingsarchive #travis fimmel #george blagden

[seratlantisite]

i can't get over how sad jor-el looks. all he left to kal in the universe was a shadow of his own consciousness in this programming and they can't even understand each other. this show is so fucking good

#my adventures with superman #jor el #how often do grizzled oden esque vikings get to look just this heartbroken and soft #in other incarnations jor el just tells him everything right off the bat and then congrats its settled #this language barrier is such a good narrative choice damn #its so heart breaking #says ser #but also takes away the omnipotence jor el tends to have and makes him so much more just a guy #and in a show where superman is a very humanized goober?? amazing

[sejrart]

Reunion

In 2021, researchers discovered that an 11th century skeleton uncovered from a grave in Otterup, Denmark in 2005 was related to a skeleton found in a mass grave in Oxford, England in 2008. DNA analysis showed them to be half-brothers, uncle and nephew or grandfather and grandson.

The man found in Oxford died young and it's speculated that he died during the St Brice's Day massacre, an attack on all Danes in England ordered by King Æthelred the Unready after an increase in Danish raids on England. The man found in Denmark died around the age of 50, having lived a farmer's life, but not one without combat.

After a century separated by the North Sea, the two relatives were reunited for an exhibition at The National Museum of Denmark.

#comic #original comic #viking age #artists on tumblr #historical fiction #valhal #archaeology #valkyrie #norse #history #danish history #english history #I'll put links in a reblog; i don't know if links still exclude posts from showing up in tags

[atane-is-here]

Quality fanart from me? I don´t think so... Have Vinland Saga in the style of Vicky the Viking instead 

#Guess I always loved viking anime #vinland saga #I´m back in my viking phase #this show got me OBSESSED #I highly recommend reading up on the historical counterparts of the characters #thorfinn #askeladd #thorkell #thorkell the tall #canute #willibald and his booze #bjorn #thorgrim #atli #asgeir #ragnar

[lemonworldmp3]

vikings / s4e17: the great army, s6e20: the last act "i hadn't quite clicked that myself but it was katheryn [winnick] who said to me one day, 'you know, he looks like travis used to look. when i was first acting with travis, that's what travis looked like.'" - michael hirst

#ubbe ragnarsson #ragnar lothbrok #lagertha #floki #travis fimmel #katheryn winnick #jordan patrick smith #vikings #vikings history #vikingsedit #tvedit #gif #* #why is everything about this show so gut-wrenching.

[juniemunie]

TEST DRIVE TEST DRIVE TEST DRI-

I have so many thoughts about this entire sequence, from the way Hiccup and Toothless get along to the MUSIC- (the music analysis is going to my tags)

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But im gonna talk about Toothless pov again

I always think of this is like, the forbidden friendship scene for Toothless the way the actual forbidden friendship was for Hiccup

If Hiccup's scene was Toothless connecting to Hiccup through human things (sharing food, smiling, art and all that)

Then this scene is Toothless' because Hiccup connects with Toothless through flying, something I've always headcanoned to be what dragons (the ones that fly anyway) need not just to survive, but to live and bond with others.

if Hiccup's FF is the beginning of the potential then Toothless' FF is the "end", the moment where the potential is found and fulfilled, the thing that really solidifies their friendship because both has now experienced and accepted the other's unique sides

Just, yeah Toothless sees Hiccup just getting it, understanding why flying is so wonderful, hearing him cheer and whoop in joy like a fledgling's first time in the air, and seeing him at the end instinctively understand what to do-

Like that sudden spin near the end of the sea pillars- and both of them looked surprised they even managed to do that together instinctively- when just a few minutes ago Hiccup couldnt even dodge the two very obvious sea pillars in the beginning

He looks up at this human, this strange clever, brilliant little human who has somehow made this even possible, who has broken every preconception he has, who is now flying with him with a dragon's instinct but baring his teeth in that human way of expressing joy, screaming something he could not parse perfectly in his dragon tongue but understood the meaning all the same.

"We did it."

#they did it. they achieved what they thought was impossible but together they reached it #the line can apply to a lot of things so ill let you think about it #i totally didnt get that 'we' thing from a fanfic COUGH #httyd #httyd movies #junie art post #can u tell ive gone insane #this was supposed to be a short caption but ive gotten carried away #toothless the dragon #toothless #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #hiccup #NOW. FOR THE MUSIC. #most of the analysis is already talked well by sideways and phoebe-kate so ill talk about my headcanons and interpretations #toothless' theme always repeats over and over. not ever really having a satisfying conclusion which ive always thought of as a silent show #that toothless was never really happy or content with his life before since he lived a dangerous and monotonous life of serving the queen #sure in exchange for his servitude he was given shelter to a place no viking can reach but he would never call it home. #he most likely wanted out of that sitaution. wanted something new and he got that rather violently through hiccup #now lets talk about hiccups theme. his theme is beautiful and sounds complete. but in the beginning you barely if ever notice his theme #unless youre really looking for it. his theme plays quite subtly and softly. showing how hiccup wants to be seen but he never is #at the start his theme plays after berk's which makes it sound as if hes following them. he isnt the same as berk but he tries to be #FF comes and hiccup and toothless connect both on screen and music. see you tomorrow has hiccups theme play clearly & confidently for once #test drive comes and toothless takes the lead- hiccup following right after him. it sounds amazing but theyre still not quite there yet #then the sea pillars moment and toothless theme plays twice waiting for hiccup's theme to jump in- to let go #and when hiccup does let go his theme jumps right after toothless' fitting perfectly and toothless' lets hiccup theme take center stage #its loud & beautiful and you get to hear it so clearly it takes your breath away and it ends with toothless theme finally reaching an end #they completed each other both musically and in character #they broke the rules of the world and are neither berk's theme or the dragon's they are two parts creating something new and beautiful #they completed their theme bros thats their theme its not berks or the dragons its their very own #okay im done i dont know if i got this across right i hope yall at least get the gist of my insane rambling

[crow-in-snow]

HORRIBLE HISTORIES | 02.01

Laurence Rickard in the "Literally" song

#horrible histories #laurence rickard #larry rickard #viking larry #and his smoulderingly sexy axe playing #he had no business being this hot in a children's show

[sabrinaacarpenters]

LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON in VIKINGS: VALHALLA season 2

#vikings valhalla #vikings: valhalla #vikingsedit #vikingsvalhallaedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #ceremonial #dailynetflix #user.bell #leo suter #harald sigurdsson #myedits #theyre making this show specifically for me

[winnickdaily]

KATHERYN WINNICK as Lagertha VIKINGS - 1.02 WRATH OF THE NORTHMEN

#vikingsedit #vikingshistory #vklagertha #lagertha #lagerthaedit #Katheryn Winnick #kwinnickedit #perioddramaedit #dailytvwomen #dailytvfilmgifs #dailytvsource #femalecharacters #userstream #usersource #bblecher #character: lagertha #show: vikings #winnickdailyedit

[earlgodwin]

DAVID OAKES and BRADLEY JAMES in 'Vikings Valhalla'

#*cracks knuckles* #now why the hell didn't they give them screen time Together? #babes you have both david oakes and bradley james yet you don't milk the fuck out of them likeeeee #borgia guy and merlin guy would've maximized their joint slay but oh well #that being said #this show was lowkey catering for me specifically though by casting them #david oakes #bradley james #vikings #vikings valhalla #vvedit #vikingsedit #vikingsvalhallaedit #earl godwin #harekr #perioddramaedit #periodedits #tvedit #valhallacentral #by jen

[levithestripper]

“You are lucky.” “Why?” “Because you have never been married. I would not come back here, if it weren’t for my children.” VIKINGS— 03x05 “The Usurper”

AUTUMNAL EQUINOX WEEK— @vikingsevents ➳ DAY FIVE: FAVORITE SCENE— RAGNAR AND ATHELSTAN RETURNING HOME TO KATTEGAT.

#jack's gifs #vikingsfavorites #vikingsevents #ragnar lothbrok #ragnar lodbrok #athelstan #athelstan vikings #ragnar lothbrok x athelstan #ragnar x athelstan #athelnar #vikings #vikings tv #vikings tv show #vikings gifs #vikings gifset #vikingsedit #vikings edit #history channels vikings #history channel #historyedit #huluedit #tvedit #tvgifs #movieedit #moviegifs #filmedit #filmgifs #filmtv #dailyflicks #dailyfilmandtv