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mamaskullz · 4 months

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┊┋ Pairing: Ubbe x OC

┊┋ Series Summary: "I see you'll create a legacy and

┊┋when you knew your end is coming, that’s when you

┊┋start lacking in the one wish you desired the most

┊┋because of your adventurous ways”, the tone in the

┊┋child’s voice as she spoke to the great Ragnar with the

┊┋winds flowing through her silver black hair that would

┊┋gently swiftly moves in the wind with the hues of her

┊┋white like grey slate eyes knowing her destiny would

┊┋ soon start dealing with the sons of Ragnar.

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┊┋ Chap I~ The Valkyrie Cries~

┊┋ 2204 words count

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~790 AD~

Ever hear the cries of the Valkyries when they appear to the slain who earned their rightful place in Vahalla where they are greeted at a feast with the mighty Odin himself? What if there were rumors amongst the dead that this year would be the birth of a Valkyrie, a very resurrection of one of his faithful Valkyrie that was one of The Third of his Norns as this child earned the name of a goddess being that embodiment of that very Goddess of fate?

Heard the cries of a woman who accumulated bullets of sweat on her forehead joining the excruciating pain sent to the woman as the other women tended to her in a small wooden cobblestone home as she was on the journey of giving birth, Some were standing by her with just a white cloth dampened from the waters of a wooden bowl replacing the cloths with a new dampened cloth to keep her body cool helping her and praying to the gods that shell have a safe birth. The iron lock on the door clinked as the door burst open causing the reaction of the women to look over in the direction to see a man standing wearing a black tunic with a worried look on his face as the cries continue.

"How is she? What is news about the baby? Will the baby make it?" I heard the unsettling tones coming from his voice as one of the women tried their best to calm him down the pregnant woman's cries were heard in the background causing his concerned looks, "I assure you everything is alright, the baby is healthy and is ready to make its entrance onto the sight of the gods", As the words fell from the woman's perched slightly dry pink lips which put an ease to the Male. "Ást Mín", hearing her quivering voice call out towards the male when her sights set upon him, the male comes running over quickly as soon as he heard her call his nickname.

Falling on his knees beside their shared bed with her hand reaching out to him he successfully grabbed a hold to gradually smile at them two seeing each happily in love, "heart mín", he spoke softly unto her receiving a kiss on her wet forehead and tasting the faint salt taste on his lips, she felt his lips feeling the tension ease up feeling happy and upon the excitement ready to have this baby with the women prepared for the delivery of the baby. As they started the procedure, telling her to push as she did with her love holding her hand feeling the pressure she sent squeezing his hand while using all her strength to push forth while the other woman who was wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck gracefully, motivating her to continue with her pushing.

She almost succeeded in the delivery as the woman told her Just one more push to go the woman took a breather nodding in understanding keeping a tight grip on her love hand while he encouraged her that she was doing great giving him whispers in her ear and kisses on her forehead and cheek. Giving one last push she screamed out using all her strength and might before hearing a screeching cry of a baby, covered in its mother's vernix as the women who helped deliver the baby wrapped in a blue thick linen blanket cleaned the baby up from the white creamy transparent substance it was covered in. Holding the child in her arms she checks and sees a small smile that grows into a bright beautiful smile turning around to the couple as the tired mother and the anticipating father look back at the woman, "The Gods have blessed you with a baby girl!" Walking over to give the new parents their newborn daughter, seeing the beautiful radiant color of her skin that resembles the embers of the fire that still burns until it's only a speck of dust, with eyes like snow seeing the White like grey slate hues color of her eyes as there were silver streaks in her black milky hair earning a smile from her parents as her mother held her, "My Love shes beautiful", The Mother whispered towards to her love seeing the smile on his face as he slowly reached out wanting to hold her daughter to which The Mother lets him gently handing her over to him to his tall scrawny like stature held in his arms of embrace as he looks down to his daughter.

As the father held his newborn daughter starring her in awe flashes of visions started to appear in his mind for he was the seer with his shamanic abilities, seeing through these visions of a dark raven along with Valkyrie standing who was a goddess looking towards him before her eyes reverted to the baby giving him a nod before a flash as he saw an up close face with a man who was missing an eye speaking out to him saying "A Valkyrie rests on the rock in sleep, flickering fire flames about her with the sleep-thorn Ygg her erst did prick, other heroes she felled than he had willed, for her name of That Which Shall Be", Speaking with the deeped groggy tone of his voice speaking unto the man hearing the growls of the draugr in the background before his visions came to a clear where he comes back to his love and his daughter who was now calm after the cries she was speaking, The Father took one look at her, "I have a name that Odin himself have gifted me with, Through her beauty giving as she was blessed by Freyja herself, i have seen of our beautiful daughters future that will be an epic adventure but will be challenging that only her will have to figure out herself, for a name that comes from a Valkyrie, she rides to choose who shall be slain & govern the killings. I blessed the name Skuld Draugr coming from the youngest norn and powerful Valkyrie along with her dark aura of the strength of a Draugr. She will be one of the strongest women who will be the guide of men", the father spoke earning a smile from his love, loving the name Skuld Draugr but earning the sense of trepidation knowing what may come to him and her.

Midnight has fallen upon the couple after the delivery, The Mother and Father were fast asleep in their shared bed covered up in animal hides blankets as Skuld was in her made basinet who was peacefully sleeping until hearing in the distantce of men yells which caused the male to awake from his slumber hearing the rumbling sounds as they get closer seeing out of the window looking upon ball of light getting closer which were torches that were being carried by men, seeing the action caused the man to be afraid as he quickly woke up his dear love, grabbing a few things for her she was confused as to why he looked in the disarrayed state with confusion and grew worried in her, "My Beloved what wr-", As her words cut off short hearing the commotion outside before she came back from her love shoving her things in her face, "There no time to talk, you and Skuld need to leave Kattegat immediately", with his voice sounding scared hearing the shudder in his voice as there was no time to for an explanation as she picks up a now disturbed Skuld crying since her slumber was interrupted by her mother sudden lift into her arms as you could see the tear in her eyes falling from her face as they hugged and kissed each other one last time don't know if this is farewell forever as their eyes that were glassy from the tears looking at each other with their heart sinking one by one.

With her now running in the dark woods, she comes to a halt seeing from a distance their shared home was now being raided by Vikings the torches surrounded their home seeing them bring their beloved out of their own by force before they realized the wife & their daughter was not in there which her feet starts picking back up running once again now knowing she was gonna get hunted down heading down towards a vacant shore which she comes to seeing and empty boat, with no time to waste she gets in the boat placing down of what little belongings she had left while holding her daughter in the other arm, grabbing the oars started to move the boat with the gravity of the water she held her daughter close feeling the tears pouring from her face knowing her love will not be with him, and Skuld will not have her father watching her grow.

After a successful mission putting Skuld back to sleep the process of falling asleep herself, startled as she was when the boat hit something which caused her to wake up seeing land upon her as the sky returned to a bright light shining down her melanin skin she looked around seeing some people walking back with baskets of clothes or some carrying some food materials, she recognizes the place in the instant as she could smell the grassy mildew as she arrived in Götaland.

~793 AD, 3 Decades Later~

In the South of Svealand, in Scandinavia I heard the cheerful giggles of a little girl and bark coming from a dog seeing a now 3-year-old Skuld smiling from top to bottom playing with a fluffy rather big dog who was gray and white earning a smile from a woman who looked like she was in her mid-20s seeing how her golden brown wavy hair went all the way down to her back watching Skuld playing with the dog that seems to belong to the woman, She seems interested in my dog huh Skadi?, she spoke with her lips perched looking back at her shield maiden who was the mother of Skuld, as she looks upon her daughter given like playful at her nature, ever since upon arriving in götaland seeking shelter to which she was blessed to be picked by princess Aslaug to be her shield maiden and servant in return shelter for her and her child as Skadi learned how to use a sword by her father when she was a youngling which it grabbed her advantage as she became one of Aslaugs shield maiden. Coming back to the present, watching her daughter play making her smile remembering when she was just a baby, I do agree with you princess, As the words fell from her lips as for the other shield maidens that came along in protection of their beautiful princess Aslaug. "I wondered what it was like to bore children to see their cute-like stature growing until they grew strong among many men and women", Aslaug spoke with such curiosity while looking at Skuld, Skadi looked at Aslaug wondering what was going on in her mind before feeling her lips part, "your grace, it is like any parents who bore a child or children of their own, as the gods above have blessed them with beautiful kids that fill their heart with love and care, wanting for their kids to have the world see the beauty of kid. Will sacrifice anything to protect their own, I believe like Your grace parents when they had you princess", Skadi spoke like a true mother would, speaking from the heart of her soul as Aslaug looked over to Skadi giving her a lovely smile.

"I know your graces loved her parents by the way she will speak so highly of them while they feast with Odin in Valhalla", Skadi added knowing Aslaug loved being praised by others for her obsequious clever nature, before Aslaug stood up from her seat and getting undressed to bath in the clear river waters before her eyes. "Skuld!" Skadi called beckoning for her daughter to come, Skuld came to a halt from playing with Aslaug's dog to now finding herself running to her mother, hearing the cute giggles as she looked up seeing her mother who squatted down before her at eye level with her daughter, "While our princess bathes would you mind going out into the forest grabbing some black crowberry & red raspberry, knowing how you love when mommy fixes that sweet treat she always makes for you?", Hearing the words she was hearing her eyes lit up nodding in excitement as a brown linen pouch fell into Skulds hand before Skadi sends her off trusting in her daughter that she knows how to get back in safe arms.

Skulds now with instructions in the forest to find the berries she needs grabbing a handful before hearing upon her ears as she hears twigs snapping from a distance before she knew it that's when she turned around seeing upon her a man, whose eyes glittered like the oceans, when her visions started as her journey as a völva became to be...

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sapphiccharacterstournament · 8 months

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Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One (Bracket 4)

#vikings #vikings tv #vikings history #lagertha #katherine winnick #lucretia #spartacus #spartacus starz #lucy lawless #canon sapphic characters tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #bisexual #lucretia x gaia #lucretia x ilithyia #lagertha x astrid

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ritual-unions · 8 months

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A Curse I Cannot Lift

Part One of Wolf Like Me: Read the rest here

Pairing: Ubbe x OFC

Summary: Eir, daughter to the King of Sweden, worries that her father has promised her hand in marriage, though he denies the claim. Arriving at the shores of Kattegat, Eir sneaks away from her family, running into a stranger she hopes to never see again.

Setting: slightly pre-season 4b, maybe by a few months.

Word Count: >2000

Warnings: none, unless a “meet-cute” is a warning.

Her mother had complained every day since stepping on the boat that the salt soaked into her dress would never come out. Eir had to admit, she too was ready to be on land again, though she does not voice her complaints as loudly as her mother.

The warriors rowing look as though they will gladly trade positions with the Queen of Sweden, whose hands are void of any calluses, and the jewels dripping off her head and neck would fetch enough coin to feed them and their families for three years. The men grimace, and grunt as Eir’s mother whines, thinking instead of the glory and the gold they will obtain when they finally sail to the Mediterranean.

The first stop will be Kattegat, where Eir’s father, King Anund of Sweden, will begrudgingly pay tribute to the man responsible for the voyage. Eir asks her father if she too can sail to the Mediterranean, only to receive a wide-eyed look of wonder in return. King Anund will take her younger brothers, yes, but no, Eir will stay with her mother, Sif, waiting patiently in Kattegat, until they return.

Her parents are hiding something from her. Eir knows by the way her mother stares at her longingly as if she will never see her again. As if she will blink her eyes and Eir will disappear. Sif offers each night to brush Eir’s hair, even though she had not done such a thing since Eir was ten years old.

Anund has lovingly squeezed Eir’s shoulder so frequently that Eir is sure there will be an indentation where his fingers have pressed against her skin. Each evening Anund finds Eir at the bow of the ship, opens his mouth as if to say something wise, stands like a gaping fish and promptly walks away.

When Eir asks if something is wrong her parents shrug their shoulders, frown, and look off into the distance, the orange glow of the sun blinding their eyes, as if Eir should look for answers there.

It would be of no surprise to any of her handmaids that Eir slips away the moment the boat docks on the shores of Kattegat. It is possible that they even look the other way when she silently holds herself back before timidly heading down the shoreline.

The cliffs that stand like silent sentries over the fjord have been calling to Eir since they sailed in, two days earlier. Leaning against the prowl of the ship she had stared up at their glory wondering what it must be like to stand on top of them.

The hollow in the hillside seems the most obvious route, but as she struggles over the rubble, her fine leather boots slipping against the rugged rocks, the journey becomes almost impossible.

She turns around in search of a better route, not yet willing to be deterred. There is a game-trail down the way that she eyes but it is a steep climb and in her dress she does not think she has the mobility to make it. She will try anyway, she has to make it to the top. There is something waiting for her there, only waiting to be discovered.

A man she had not noticed before is at the base of the path she wants to take. He is off his horse, fiddling with the straps of his saddle, a large black dog circling his heels impatiently. Cautiously, she freezes in place. The way he had slid into view without a sound, is unsettling. With no one around to see he can easily attack her. Eir does not have the skill or strength of a shieldmaiden or even a country girl raised to carry bags of wheat twice their size. She is a princess untrained in the art of war, instead she gapes, shifting on her feet unsteadily, unsure what to do next.

With as much courage as she can muster, she acknowledges him. “Who are you?”

Silently, the man gazes at her in acute interest, a whisper of a smile on his lips as he takes her in. His dirty blonde hair is wind swept and wild atop his head. His face is clean of dirt but she cannot place his station, much to her annoyance. He could be a local or a warrior traveling to Kattegat to sail with Bjorn Ironside. She does not know, making her even more cautious.

The black dog, more a wolf, steps in closer, long nose sniffing at the air. Not able to steady her nerves she takes half a step back. The man snaps his fingers twice, causing Eir to jump in surprise and the wolf to sit back on his haunches. The wolf-dog looks at her with the same watchful eyes as the man.

“Are you the kennel master?” Eir demands. Her gaze travels to the two rabbits hanging off of his shoulder. “The gamekeep?” She asks again, her nerves causing her to ramble.

This makes him laugh, a throaty chuckle that creases the corners of his eyes. A kind smile greets her and she can not help but warm to it. She has never thought of herself as a funny person but she wishes she knew a few jokes just to make him laugh that way again.

“Do you always demand someone’s profession before their name?” He inquires with a tilt of his head.

A blush creeps along Eir’s throat. Embarrassed, she looks anywhere but his face, to the horse that stands patiently beside him or the hillside she still desires to climb, even as he tries vainly to find her gaze once more.

“I am Ubbe,” he finally announces, and Eir can no longer ignore him. His voice is soft, there is no hint of haughtiness as if she should know who he is. Most men she meets in her father’s great halls wear their pride heavy on their shoulders and chest, demanding an abundance of attention just for being. This man does not and Eir frowns, not used to such modest demure.

“I am not the kennel master or the gamekeep.” His mouth holds a humor hidden in the corners as he speaks. “Though my brothers probably think otherwise.” He shrugs his shoulders, as if this is the way of the world. Ubbe laughs under his breath, shaking his head when Eir frowns in discontent.

“I want to go up there,” Eir says when Ubbe does not offer to explain himself. To deflect his attention she flicks her chin in the direction of the cliffs.

Ubbe’s face is somber as he follows her gaze, allowing Eir’s disposition to settle away from his searching eyes. “Yes. I can take you,” he says, reaching out for her, fingers slipping around her waist.

With a gasp of surprise she twists out of his grip. Never in her life has she been grabbed at so rudely. This man is clearly some boy from the country, not trained in the ways to treat a lady of her stature.

“What are you doing?” She shrieks.

Again Ubbe laughs at her. “Helping you on my horse. You cannot think to walk.”

“I don’t ride horses.” Her tongue feels heavy in her mouth. She does not have to explain herself like this back home. Her hands find her hips, eyes narrowing in an attempt to show that her mind will not easily be swayed.

“It is fine if you have never ridden before. Skadi is a good girl.” Ubbe pats the snowy rump of the draft horse and the mare flicks her head in silent agreement, white mane flashing in the sun.

Eir shakes her head, taking half a step back.

“Come,” Ubbe goads with a wave of his hand. Eir chews her lip in apprehension. She should not trust this man but a wild sense of curiosity bubbles in her belly, pushing her forward. She is desperate to go to the top, something is calling her there.

“Here, I will show you.” Ubbe is on the horse in one fluid twist, holding out his hand in offering when he has settled. His eyes spark with mischief. Curious, Eir takes another step towards Ubbe and his horse. She has never been one to dabble in the unknown but here she is scrambling on top of a horse she does not know with a man she has just met. Her mother would faint at the sight of her.

Gripping onto the leather of the saddle, Eir mumbles, “this is wrong.”

Cool breath tickles her ear. “That is what makes it fun.” He is laughing at her again but she does not get the chance to glare at him over her shoulder. He spurs the horse forward, startling Eir, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from letting out a shriek of terror.

Ubbe is right about not wanting to walk this hillside on foot. Eir can hear the horse’s labored breathing, its first strides quick then she slows as muscles strained to push on. This is why Eir refuses to ride horses. It is not right. To abuse an animal, to force them to carry their weight just to make their lives easier, she wants nothing to do with it.

She opens her mouth to protest. She would walk the rest of the way.

“Here,” Ubbe says, halting the horse, his fingers on her waist nudging her down. With shaking arms she slides to the ground.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she remembers to pat the horse’s neck in thanks, whispering promises of a treat. It will not be enough for her conscience but the sight before her pulls her away from her guilt.

From here she can see the entire world. The fjord long and endless, Kattegat small and bustling, plumes of smoke rising from tiny houses, and up the valley, to the mountains and beyond. At the mouth of the fjord boats sailed in, tiny dots on the vast landscape. They come from all over, places Eir had never been and would probably never go.

“I think my father means to marry me off,” Eir blurts, words tumbling out of her mouth without consent.

Ubbe is relaxed on a large lichen covered boulder, his wolf perched on a patch of snow next to him. They share a mirrored thoughtful look but neither offer an opinion on the matter. She rolls her eyes. She should not expect so much from a kennel master. It is better this way. She does not need his opinion. She knows what she really wants.

“I want to scream.”

“Scream.” Ubbe’s subtle nod of permission allows Eir to open her lungs. She screams, loud and hard, until her throat hurts and her ears ring, until she feels right again.

“Better,” she says with a heavy sigh, brushing over her skirts, straightening out the wrinkles and her temporary embarrassment. She would never see this man again. It does not matter how he views her. “You can take me back now.”

This time Ubbe does not laugh at her, instead he helps her on his horse and silently they make their way back to the shore.

Her mother, Sif, is there, frantically calling her name, as she paces the sandy shoreline. Ubbe's steady hands help Eir off the horse, making sure she has her feet under her before he steps away. Mirth is once again lit in his eyes as he watches Sif, rushing toward her.

Eir wants to say something, thank him for his help or scold him for laughing at her mother’s nature but she does not get the opportunity, instead Sif’s crushing hug leaves Eir swaying on her feet.

“I was only gone a moment,” Eir mumbles against her mother’s shoulder.

“Don’t do that!” Sif replies, already turning back down the shore, towards town where her maids and a few king’s guards wait patiently for their queen’s return. Eir’s elbow is clenched tightly in Sif’s hand as her mother directs Eir back to the bustle of town. With one last fleeting glance over her shoulder, Eir plans to call out her thanks to Ubbe but she finds that his eyes are still full of mirth. He is laughing at her, at her mother. His mouth is alive with humor though he tries vainly to damper it with a slip of his tongue against his lips. Eir scowls, happy that she will never have to see Ubbe again.

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Entire Vikings Masterlist or Wolf Like Me series masterlist

#vikings fic #ubbe #ubbe x oc #Ubbe x Eir #ubbe fic #vikings ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #vikings history #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe imagine #vikings fanfiction

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bouncehousedemons · 1 year

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Out of the Fire

Rating: E Pairing: Rollo x female character (written in second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Eventual smut, implied childhood sexual abuse, past sexual abuse, canon-typical violence, angst, forced marriage Word count: 11,790 (8 chapters)

Summary: When life as you know it literally burns around you you assume you are free. That is until you're captured by a Viking intent on making you his. Will you succumb to him or finally find the freedom you so desperately seek?

Written for the Spring 2022 @vikingsbigbang

Moodboard by @supervalcsi

Read the full fic on AO3

#vikingsbigbang #vbb #vikings fanfiction #vikings history #vikings #rollo #rollo lothbrok #rollo x reader #rollo fanfiction #vikings rollo #rollo x you #vikings fic #vikings history channel #vikings fandom

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lemonworldmp3 · 1 year

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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.

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therealvikingstrash · 7 months

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Underrated Hotties of Vikings, Day 3: Byzantine Nun and Abbess Kassia

#vikings #kassia #byzantine nun kassia #byzantine abbess kassia #perioddramaedit #vtrash gif #vtrash edit #vikings history #vikingsedit #i mean look at her so damn pretty #and her being a manipulative psycho was hot ngl

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nukyster-blog · 11 months

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#Back at writing Ivar the boneless fanfiction Ivar the boneless: oh by the gods no, not again...

#ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #adrift fanfiction #ivar and piglet #ivar oc #vikings au #vikings edit #vikings fanfiction #Vikings History #alex hogh andersen

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underragingwaves · 1 year

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#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings history #queen aslaug #aslaug #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #urwcreates #the cuteness of this I can't

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underscorewriting · 2 years

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Holiday Surprise

Modern!Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, implied smut

1086 Words

Christmas brought a lot of stress, every little thing had to be perfect, everything had to be planned out. The food was needed to be made the next day, a lot of people would come over on the special day. Hvitserk and his new girlfriend, Ubbe and Torvi and finally Björn. It was the first Christmas they'd spent with Björn since they've started dating and that was almost three years ago. Of course she'd met Björn on special occasions, but he always busied himself with traveling.

After spending the whole day with decorating and adding the last touches to the tree, they both finally had the chance to settle down. The worry and slight panic of something being forgotten not leaving her mind. His only worry though was how he could survive Christmas without killing his own brothers. As they sat on the couch she just wouldn't sit still, getting up to fix little barely noticeable things. His eyes followed her in amusement as he got comfortable on the couch, watching her with a small smile on his face.

"Ivar did you buy the-" Interrupting her he smiled taking his crutch, walking up behind her. "The chocolate for the cake? Yes I did, princess." His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him as she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I just want everything to be perfect..." A soft chuckle escaped him as he placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. "Everything will be perfect, my love. You shouldn't worry too much, it's not good for you.." Leaving soft kisses he inhaled her scent, making her chuckle quietly as she leaned into him.

Turning her around he couldn't help but smile, caressing her cheek. "You're acting like I'm sooo fragile. I'm not. You seem to be forgetting who won the playfight we had last week, or any other before." Rolling his eyes he smirked, pulling away slightly. "Please I let you win." Raising an eyebrow she scoffed. "Sure whatever you say, you big bad viking." Pulling away from him to walk back to the couch, sitting down. "Glad you know what my ancestors were." A teasing grin on his face as he sat down next to her, pulling her onto his lap.

With a smirk, his hand wandered to her sides, tickling her. Laughter erupted in the quiet room. "I let you win! You think you can beat, Ivar the boneless?!" Making his voice deeper, he turned them quickly so he was on top of her. "Okay I apologize to you, great Ivar the boneless!" She exclaimed holding her stomach, which hurt from laughing. Stopping he leaned down and kissed her softly. "See? Wasn't so hard now, was it?" Holding her stomach she sat up slowly, feeling a slight sickness come over her, but not bad enough to make her throw up. Watching her he started to worry, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, my love?"

Smiling slightly she leaned back. "Just sickness. It will go away soon, no need to worry." Nodding Ivar didn't fully understand what she meant and leaned back. "Do you know why you feel sick, princess?" His attention not fully on her now as he turned on the television. "Oh I don't know, might be the baby growing in me." Leaning back as well, she watched him carefully. "Oh okay that's great." Chuckling quietly she gave him a few minutes to realize what she just said.

After a few seconds his eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing, making him look like a fish. "What?!" His voice broke the tension building, making her double over in laughter. "You're pregnant?!" He was quick to pull her onto his lap again, his hand on her stomach as he looked into her eyes, seeing her nod. "Yes, Ivar, I am..." He shook his head looking down onto her stomach, clenching his jaw. "I didn't think..." Taking a deep breath he looked back up to her, his eyes glistening with tears. " I never thought it would be possible for me, for us, to have a baby..." His voice was quiet as he still couldn't believe it.

"Are you happy?" She was starting to worry, not being able to fully understand him right now. A quiet chuckle made her smile. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm more than happy, my love. You're carrying my child, our child." His hands cupped her cheeks as he kissed her deeply, putting every ounce of emotion he felt into the kiss. The kiss was so intense it knocked the breath out of her lungs. Pulling away slightly, she leaned her forehead against his. Both couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly. "So a baby, huh?"

Ivar smirked slightly, placing a hand back onto her stomach. "We can still fuck, right?" Smacking him on the shoulder, she couldn't help but laugh. "Okay ouch! Damn, I was joking! But we can, right?" Fake panic in his voice as he pouted slightly. "Yes, we can, Ivar." Dramatically releasing a breath he grinned down at her. "Thank the gods, I was scared there was like a 'no fucking while pregnant' rule." Smiling up at him, she shook her head. "You're unbelievable."

Smirking down at her, he wiggled his eyebrows. "Yet you still let me knock you up. Telling me how much you wanted to fully feel me and not, quote, 'have this fucking stupid, annoying, useless' condom wrapped around my dick while 'filling you so so so well' making you want to-" Covering his mouth with both hands, while blushing she shushed him. "Okay I get it! You didn't want to use one either." She pouted, pulling her hands away in disgust as he licked her palm.

"No guy ever wants to wear one, they make it feel less intimate." He shrugged, kissing her forehead softly. "Björn never uses one, you know what he does? He-" Shaking her head she crunched up her nose in disgust. "Stop that, I don't wanna know what he does, because obviously it's not working with him having a million kids all around the world." Chuckling Ivar leaned his head against her shoulder. "I guess your right, but gods if I could I'd put a million babies in you as well. Fuck, can I?"

Blushing she shook her head smiling shyly. "We'll see, Ivar. We'll see." The fantasy of her and Ivar with a few kids, didn't seem to bad to her and felt like something that could be easily achieved in the future.

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