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dreamonseems · 9 months

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Thank You

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Birth of baby number two

Literally, because i have been killing myself with work, I got so sick that I had to be in the hospital. Life's been crazy so sorry iv been MIA, I'm didn't even have a good vacation lol because I was sick. I'll hopefully be uploading throughout the week.

The much-awaited time had arrived for the couple to welcome their second baby, just like they did with Ragnar. They had planned for a home birth, hoping for a smooth and serene experience. Y/N's labor began around 4 pm, and they eagerly called the midwives to assist with the birth. Everything seemed ordinary in the beginning, but as the night progressed, the atmosphere took an unexpected turn.

Y/N, her breath becoming heavier, voiced her unease, "I don't feel good, something doesn't feel right." Her words carried an air of concern that immediately caught Erling's attention. Worriedly, he turned to the midwives, seeking answers, "What's going on?"

One of the midwives responded, her face reflecting the seriousness of the situation, "Her blood pressure is getting really high. We will have to take her to the hospital. Call an ambulance now."

Erling's heart skipped a beat, feeling the sudden rush of anxiety and fear. "What's happening? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" he asked, his mind racing with worries. Sensing his panic, the head midwife, Doris, approached him and took him aside. With a reassuring tone, she said, "We will do everything we can to keep her calm until we get to the hospital. The doctors there will know how to help. But I'll need your help to keep her from freaking out."

Summoning all his courage, Erling took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He returned to Y/N's side, determined to support her through this challenging moment. He began massaging her back gently, his voice a soothing balm as he spoke calming words, "The baby will be okay, Y/N. You and the baby will be fine. Don't worry about that. Let's just stay nice and calm. Trust me, everything will be alright."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she clung to his words for comfort. "Is the baby going to be okay?" she questioned, her emotions running high.

Erling looked into her eyes with unwavering love and assurance, "Yes, of course, baby. You and the baby will be just fine. I promise you that. We're in this together, and we'll get through it." He continued to provide her with the support and strength she needed, knowing that his presence and words meant the world to her in this moment of uncertainty.

The ambulance rushed to the scene, lights flashing and sirens blaring, as they urgently transported Y/N to the hospital. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with tension and a sense of urgency. Y/N clung to hope, her heart pounding with anxiety while Erling sat beside her, trying to provide whatever reassurance he could.

As they arrived at the hospital, medical personnel were standing ready, anticipating their arrival. The doctor and nurses sprang into action as they swiftly took Y/N to the emergency room. Erling, desperate to be by her side, attempted to follow them, but he was halted by a nurse.

"We will take care of her and figure out what's going on. We'll call you when we are ready to have you in the room," the nurse informed him with a gentle yet firm demeanor.

Erling's heart sank at the thought of being separated from Y/N during such a critical moment. He nodded in resignation, though every fiber of his being longed to be with her. As he stood there, watching them take his wife away, he felt a sense of helplessness like never before. It was an overwhelming feeling of being lost, unable to do anything to help the love of his life and their precious baby.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions, Erling sank to the floor, leaning against the hospital wall. He folded his hands together, seeking solace in prayer like never before. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and his voice trembled as he cried out to God with all his heart, "Please, God, please don't let anything happen to them. I beg you to protect them. Bring them both through this safe and sound."

Every word was filled with raw emotion, and Erling's heartache was evident in his fervent plea. In that vulnerable moment, he laid bare his deepest fears and hopes, finding a glimmer of strength in the act of prayer. The waiting seemed like an eternity, and Erling held on to the hope that his prayers would be heard and answered.

All around him, the hospital bustled with activity, but Erling remained on his knees, his thoughts consumed by his beloved wife and the life they created together. The uncertainty weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he held on to the belief that his love and faith could make a difference. Through the pain and the fear, Erling clung to the hope that soon, he would be reunited with Y/N and their unborn child, safe and sound.

"Mr. Haaland, you can come in now. She's pushing, and she's a strong one, your wife," the nurse called out to Erling with a hint of admiration in her voice. Erling's heart raced, and he swiftly rushed into the delivery room. He knew this was the critical moment he had been waiting for, and he couldn't bear to miss it.

Just in time, Erling stood by Y/N's side, gripping her hand tightly as she bravely pushed to bring their precious bundle of joy into the world. Y/N's face was flushed red, her tears mixing with sweat as she vocalized the intensity of her efforts. With every ounce of her strength, she pushed, determined to bring their baby safely into their arms.

With bated breath, Erling watched as their little one made their way into the world. But as the baby emerged, a sense of fear crept in. There were no cries, and the baby's complexion looked bluish. Time seemed to slow down as panic threatened to consume Erling's heart. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his mind raced with worry.

Y/N, still dazed and exhausted from the labor, was unaware of what was unfolding. She went in and out of consciousness, her eyes hazy as she caught glimpses of Erling's shocked face. Fearful for her baby's well-being, she repeated the question, "What's happening? What's happening?" But there were no answers forthcoming, and Erling found it difficult to tear his gaze away from the baby to comfort her.

With every second feeling like an eternity, Erling's heart sank as he focused on the baby's condition. The silence in the room was unbearable, and he prayed with all his might for a miracle. Just when it felt like time stood still, their baby finally let out a strong cry, piercing the air with life. Relief washed over Erling, and he couldn't hold back his emotions.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," Erling cried out, his voice trembling with gratitude. The sound of their baby's cries was music to his ears, a symphony of hope and joy amidst the fear and uncertainty. In that moment, he knew that they had overcome a major hurdle, and the bond between him, Y/N, and their newborn grew stronger than ever.

He turned to Y/N, her tired but elated expression mirroring his own feelings. The world seemed to fade away around them as they heard their babys cries, cherishing the miracle of life that they had brought into this world together.

As the anticipation reached its peak, the doctor's voice filled the room, ringing with a mix of excitement and tenderness, "It's a boy!" The words danced in the air, and Erling's heart swelled with pride and love. As the doctor gently placed their newborn son on Y/N's chest, a rush of emotions overwhelmed them both.

Y/N's eyes glistened with tears of joy as she looked down at her precious baby boy. A joyful chuckle escaped her lips, intermingled with tears, as she marveled at the miracle cradled against her. Her heart felt like it would burst from the overwhelming love she felt for the little bundle in her arms.

Erling's eyes welled up as he beheld the scene before him. His beautiful family, now complete with the arrival of little Elias, filled his soul with an indescribable sense of happiness. His hand trembled with emotion as he gently caressed his son's tiny, delicate head.

"His name is Elias," Erling declared, his voice quivering with affection and certainty. The name carried a sense of meaning and significance, carefully chosen to be a perfect fit for their new addition.

"Elias... I like it," Y/N said, her voice tender, yet teary-eyed. It was as if the name resonated deeply with her heart, sealing their bond as a family. The joyous tears cascading down her cheeks mirrored the overwhelming happiness in Erling's heart.

In that sacred moment, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the pure bliss of becoming parents once again. The room was filled with an aura of love, a cocoon of warmth and happiness that enveloped the new family. Elias, swaddled in love, had already woven himself into the hearts of his parents.

As they gazed at their son, they knew that this journey of parenthood would be filled with challenges and wonders, tears and laughter, but they were ready for every single moment. Little Elias had made them a family, and they vowed to cherish and protect him with all the love they could muster.

With Elias in their arms, their hearts were overflowing with love and gratitude. Y/N and Erling looked at each other, their eyes shining with affection, and shared a smile that spoke volumes. They knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of love, joy, and precious memories, and they couldn't wait to embark on this beautiful journey together as a family of four.

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dreamonseems · 10 months

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Ok, guys, I am coming back this Sunday night. I'll be uploading about 10-20 stories all sunday night and monday!

I will also be continuing my King Haaland series!

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dreamonseems · 10 months

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When is your next Erling fic coming out, I miss your amazing writing ❤️xx

So I go on vacation in two weeks and I'll have all the time for all literally all my fics to come out. I have been working two jobs. One is a over night job, so I have no time for nothing. If I am lucky, I get a few hours of sleep. so I'm really looking forward to vacation so I can write for you, guy!

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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king haaland part 3? 💓💓💓

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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King Haaland Part 3

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader is brought to Norway as a slave, and Erling buys her.

Literally have been so busy working. I have two jobs now, so I have time for nothing, so I'm so sorry for taking forever to update!

As the first light of dawn kissed the room, casting a gentle glow upon our intertwined bodies, I slowly awakened, basking in the warmth and security of King Haaland's embrace. It was a sensation unlike any other, a rare and precious moment where time seemed to stand still. Against all reason and logic, I found solace in his arms, a sense of serenity that permeated every fiber of my being.

Gently disentangling myself from his grasp, I marveled at the sight before me. King Haaland lay there, his features softened by the tendrils of sleep that still clung to him. His chiseled jawline, normally strong and defined, now appeared relaxed, his lips slightly parted in peaceful repose. It was in these moments, when the world was hushed and dreams still held sway, that I allowed myself to truly observe him.

His bright, tousled hair framed his face, falling in gentle waves across his forehead. The rugged stubble that adorned his jawline hinted at the wild spirit that resided within him, a reflection of his Viking heritage. As I traced the contours of his face with my eyes, I couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship of the gods, who had endowed him with such striking features. It was as if they had sculpted him from the very essence of masculinity, creating a masterpiece that exuded both strength and vulnerability.

I held my breath, not wanting to disturb the tranquility that enveloped the room. My gaze lingered on his strong, yet serene, expression, captivated by the slumbering king before me. In this moment of intimacy, I couldn't deny the undeniable pull that tugged at my heartstrings, the inexplicable connection that had grown between us.

It was an unusual occurrence for me to awaken before him, as King Haaland was known for his early rising. But last night, he had indulged in the pleasures of the evening, savoring every sip of Mead that had flowed freely.

As I continued to observe him, I marveled at the duality he possessed. The mighty ruler who commanded armies and governed his people, now revealed a vulnerability in slumber. It was a vulnerability that he rarely displayed in the wakefulness of day, hidden beneath a veneer of authority and power. In this moment, he was stripped bare, both physically and emotionally, his true self laid bare before me.

In the depths of my heart, a whirlwind of emotions stirred. I felt a strange blend of tenderness and fascination, a concoction that defied reason and expectation. It was as if the walls that I had so carefully constructed around my heart were beginning to crumble, and I found myself teetering on the precipice of something unknown.

A sense of gratitude washed over me, for the opportunity to witness this side of King Haaland, for the privilege of sharing this fleeting moment with him. It was a sight I would carry with me, etched into the deepest recesses of my memory, a reminder of the complexities and contradictions that made him who he was.

And so, I remained there, silently drinking in his presence, savoring each minute. In this quiet interlude, I allowed myself to hope, to dream of a future where our lives intertwined, where the boundaries that separated us would fade away, and where love could conquer the seemingly insurmountable odds that lay before us.

A faint blush spread across my cheeks as King Haaland's voice, laced with sleep, broke the stillness of the morning. Startled, I shifted my gaze from his serene face, feeling caught in the act of my silent admiration. His eyes, heavy-lidded and filled with mischief, met mine, and a mischievous grin played upon his lips.

"You know it is not good to stare at a king without permission," Haaland's voice rumbled, laced with a hint of drowsiness.

I stumbled over my words, attempting to respond, "You're awake...?"

"Yes, my dear, I am indeed awake," he teased, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He drew me closer into his protective embrace, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. It was a sensation I had come to cherish, a sanctuary that banished the worries of the world beyond these walls.

A playful glint danced in his eyes as he continued, his words dripping with playful arrogance. "Do not worry, Little One, it is only natural for you to be captivated by my handsome face. I am aware of the effect I have on people, feel free to keep looking, " he quipped, a knowing smirk gracing his handsome features. I couldn't help but push against his shoulder, feigning annoyance at his audacity. However, deep down, I relished in his closeness, allowing him to draw me.

A soft smile escaped my lips as I nuzzled against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart soothing my own. "Ah, it is almost as if you enjoy provoking me and testing my patience, my king," I murmured playfully, my voice barely a whisper against his chest. It was a dance we had perfected, this playful banter that kept our hearts light even amidst the weight of our roles.

Haaland's chuckle resonated in his chest, a sound with a blend of amusement and adoration. His lips grazed my forehead, leaving a tender kiss, and he spoke with a sincerity that melted my heart. "You're right, my little one. I do owe you an apology for the events of the day before. Consider it my way of making amends. Today, I have a surprise in store for you, a little outing to sweep you off your feet," he revealed, his voice laced with determination and a touch of excitement.

Curiosity danced in my eyes as I looked up at him, captivated by his every word. The promise of an adventure tingled in the air, stirring a sense of excitement within me. I couldn't resist the playful response that escaped my lips. "Oh, so this is your way of distracting me from being upset with you?" I teased, a hint of laughter in my voice.

His laughter, deep and rich, resonated in the room as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Perhaps, my dear. But I assure you, it will be an outing worth remembering, a gesture to remind you of my devotion to you," he whispered, his words like a caress against my skin.

A surge of affection welled up within me, mingling with the intrigue that his surprise held. I knew, in that moment, that this man, with all his complexities and contradictions, had captured my heart. And so, I nestled even closer to him, a contented smile gracing my lips as I eagerly awaited the adventure that awaited us beyond the castle walls.

As the anticipation coursed through my veins, I readied myself for the much-awaited outing with King Haaland. It was a moment filled with excitement, as we were about to venture beyond the fortress walls together for the very first time. Stepping outside, my eyes met with the sight of Haaland patiently waiting for me, his presence exuding a mixture of regality and eagerness.

"We are taking Skjell? What about Magni?" I questioned, slightly perplexed by the sight of Haaland alongside Skjell, a horse I had grown fond of. Magni, his trusty companion, was typically the steed that carried him on his adventures. The unexpected change piqued my curiosity, prompting me to seek an explanation.

Haaland's eyes twinkled with warmth as he responded, "Celine informed me of the special bond you share with Skjell. I thought it would be fitting for us to ride him today. Additionally, I saw this as an opportunity to teach you how to ride properly." His words resonated with a touch of wisdom and consideration, revealing his thoughtfulness behind the decision.

A flicker of pride surged within me at the mention of my equestrian skills. "I know how to ride!" I protested, my tone laced with a hint of defensiveness. Yet, Haaland's hearty laughter reverberated through the air, causing me to pause. "Not very well, little one. Celine may have mentioned a few instances where you almost found yourself unseated," he confessed, his amusement unabated.

A playful spark ignited in my eyes as I retorted, "Does Celine share every secret of mine with you? I believe we need to have a some words." I emphasized my words dramatically, feigning indignation at the thought of my confidante divulging my mishaps. Haaland chuckled, his laughter a warm melody that melted away any lingering frustration.

"Enough of that, my dear. Let us set such matters aside for now. We have a beautiful day ahead of us," he insisted, his voice brimming with gentle authority. With a tender gesture, he extended his hand, offering me support as I climbed onto Skjell's back. Once settled, Haaland gracefully mounted the horse behind me, his presence serving as a steadfast anchor amidst the unknown.

As Skjell's powerful muscles rippled beneath us, I felt a sense of unity, a shared purpose that bound us together. Haaland's arms encircled me, providing a secure embrace as we embarked on this shared adventure. The wind kissed my face, carrying with it a thrill of liberation and the promise of a day filled with discoveries.

In that moment, as Skjell carried us forward, I surrendered to the exhilaration of the ride and the infinite possibilities that stretched before us. With each rhythmic stride, I allowed myself to trust in Haaland's guidance, relinquishing any doubt or worry that had previously clung to my heart.

Together, we ventured into the vast tapestry of the world, eager to uncover the wonders that awaited us. It was a journey that transcended mere horseback riding—a journey of trust, companionship, and the forging of a bond that would shape our shared destiny.

The vibrant morning sun cast a golden hue upon the kingdom as Skjell carried us swiftly through the streets. We rode toward the heart of the city, where bustling markets teemed with activity. It was a place that held a significant place in my memory—it was where I first arrived, where the boats sailed in and out, ushering in a constant flow of people and goods. Despite being in this kingdom for some time now, I had rarely ventured that far, except for my initial arrival and the occasional outings with Celine.

Curiosity bubbled within me, and I couldn't resist voicing my question. "Why do you not stay down in the city more often, instead of making the journey down periodically?" I inquired, my words carrying a genuine sense of intrigue. After all, King Haaland had a kingdom to govern, and I wondered what kept him away from the heart of its bustling activity.

A contemplative smile played on Haaland's lips as he gazed ahead, his eyes filled with a fondness for the natural world. "I find solace in being closer to nature," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "That is why I have my main house up the hill, surrounded by the beauty of the land. It allows me to escape the demands of my kingly duties and reconnect with the essence of life."

His words resonated within me, stirring a longing for a similar connection with nature. The thought of escaping the bustling city, even for a moment, held an allure that tugged at my heart. I realized that Haaland's yearning for nature reflected a deeper part of his character—a longing for simplicity, tranquility, and the serenity found in the embrace of the natural world.

As we made our grand entrance into the city, all eyes turned towards us, the presence of the king commanding attention and respect. People paused in their tracks, their gazes following our path as we rode through the streets. It was a sight to behold, the embodiment of power and authority intertwined with a sense of curiosity and wonder.

Our destination was one of the grandest longhouses, situated near the city center—a place where Haaland's trusted warriors resided and where he carried out his kingly duties during his visits to the city. The familiarity of the surroundings enveloped him as we dismounted from Skjell, our trusted steed, who would be tended to by Sven and his capable hands.

Sven, a loyal warrior in Haaland's service, greeted us with surprise etched across his face. "King Haaland, we weren't expecting you today," he exclaimed, a mix of astonishment and delight in his voice. Haaland's response was laced with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I am taking Y/N on a little adventure today," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

Sven chimed in, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "How fortunate for her, or should I say how fortunate for you to spend the day with such a stunning lady, King Haaland." A playful banter unfolded between Sven and Haaland, their words weaving a lighthearted tapestry of camaraderie and jest. King Haaland couldn't resist teasing his trusted friend about his supposed affections for Celine, a revelation that left me astonished.

"Celine? You have feelings for Celine, Sven?" I blurted out, unable to contain my surprise at this unexpected piece of information. Haaland seized the moment, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, Sven, you've landed yourself in trouble now," he taunted, his tone filled with playful reprimand. I quickly reassured him with a promise. "Don't worry, Sven, I won't say a word. But honestly, I think she likes you too," I added, a giggle escaping my lips.

Haaland, seizing the opportunity to redirect the conversation, took my hand in his and guided me towards the bustling market. His words dripped with charm and affection. "Come, Y/N, let's explore the vibrant market together. And Sven, rest assured, I am undoubtedly the lucky one here," he declared, punctuating his statement with a wink that sent a blush creeping across my cheeks.

Together, Haaland and I ventured into the vibrant market, the sounds of bustling activity and the array of colors enveloping us. The air buzzed with energy, as merchants showcased their wares, eager to capture our attention. With Haaland by my side, I felt a sense of invincibility, emboldened by his presence and the unspoken bond that continued to deepen between us.

As we wove through the lively crowd, our fingers intertwined, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unexpected adventure that lay before me. It was a day filled with laughter, whispers of shared secrets, and stolen glances. And with each passing moment, my heart embraced the realization that I was experiencing something extraordinary—an adventure intertwined with love and the promise of a future that surpassed all my wildest dreams.

As we strolled through the bustling market, our eyes alight with wonder and curiosity, we happened upon a vibrant stall adorned with an exquisite array of fabrics. Each fabric boasted many colors, evoking memories of my homeland and the vibrant tapestry of life I had left behind. The sight stirred something within me, a longing for familiarity and a yearning to preserve a piece of my heritage.

Lost in admiration, I gently reached out to feel the soft textures beneath my fingertips, marveling at the intricate patterns and the craftsmanship that went into creating such beauty. Haaland, ever attentive to my every move, noticed my captivation and broke the silence.

"You like them?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. I nodded fervently, unable to contain my admiration for the intricate fabrics before me. My hand danced delicately across the array of colors, as if attempting to capture the essence of each fabric within my grasp.

A kind smile graced Haaland's lips as he beheld my genuine delight. "Choose some, Y/N. We will have a few new dresses made for you," he offered, his words laced with a generosity that warmed my heart. I recoiled slightly, hesitant to impose on his generosity. "No, it is fine. You do not have to buy them for me," I replied, my voice tinged with gratitude and a touch of selflessness.

Haaland's smirk, mischievous yet tender, hinted at the determination that resided within him. "If you do not choose, I will buy the whole stall," he declared, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. I huffed in mock protest, knowing all too well that his words were not to be taken lightly. The weight of his devotion and the depth of his affections wrapped around me like a cloak, bringing a sense of joy and contentment that I had never experienced before.

Relenting to his playful challenge, I embraced the opportunity to select a few fabrics that spoke to my soul. With a mixture of excitement, I carefully chose fabrics that captured the essence of my spirit—a blend of vibrant hues and intricate designs.

Though I feigned indifference, deep down, I was overwhelmed with joy. It wasn't merely the fabrics that brought me happiness but the love and thoughtfulness that Haaland bestowed upon me. In his presence, I discovered a newfound appreciation for life's simple pleasures—a touch of fabric, a shared laughter, and the profound connection that bloomed between two souls on an extraordinary journey.

As we continued our exploration through the vibrant market, I clung to the fabrics in my grasp, cherishing them as symbols of love, growth, and the unwavering bond we forged. Each thread and every intricate pattern represented a moment of shared happiness, a testament to the beautiful path we were carving together. As the day unfolded, my heart embraced the notion that even the smallest gestures held the power to weave a profound string of love and belonging.

We meandered through the vibrant market, the sights and sounds envelop us in a whirlwind delight, King Haaland shared stories of the Norse gods and the ancient beliefs that shaped their world. His words echoed through the bustling streets, intertwining with the enchanting melodies of merchants hawking their wares and the aroma of exotic spices that permeated the air. With each step, I soaked in the rich ways of his culture, the echoes of history resonating within me.

We approached the bustling pier, a symphony of activity unfolded before our eyes. Haaland, his presence commanding attention, led me toward a cluster of majestic ships being meticulously crafted for the impending summer raids. The ships stood tall and proud, their sturdy frames a testament to the Viking spirit of adventure and exploration. Haaland's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he discussed their design and the strategic prowess they would lend to his warriors. It was a glimpse into a world of bravery and conquest, a testament to the indomitable spirit that coursed through his veins.

After our exhilarating exploration of the city, we returned to the hall, our hearts brimming with excitement. We collected Skjell, our loyal companion, and embarked on a journey deeper into the lush embrace of the surrounding forest. As the verdant canopy enveloped us, we meandered along a hidden path that led us to an enchanting clearing. There, nestled amidst the towering trees, stood a humble hunter's cabin, its rustic charm a stark contrast to the grandeur of the royal halls.

But it was the breathtaking sight that lay just beyond the cabin that truly stole my breath away—a magnificent waterfall cascading down moss-covered rocks, its crystalline waters shimmering under the dappled sunlight. I stood in awe, my eyes drinking in the mesmerizing beauty that unfolded before me. Nature's masterpiece, painted with hues of azure, stirred something deep within my soul, a reverence for the untamed wonders of the world.

As if sensing my enchantment, Haaland turned to me. "Do you like the surprise?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and eagerness. I could barely contain my excitement as I nodded vigorously, unable to find words to encapsulate the overwhelming beauty that surrounded us.

"It is beautiful, King Haaland," I managed to utter, my voice filled with genuine awe and appreciation. The ethereal scene felt like a secret paradise, a sanctuary hidden from the chaos of the outside world. The air was charged with a palpable sense of calmness, and my heart swelled with gratitude for the opportunity to share this sacred space with the man who had become my anchor in a foreign land.

"Erling," he suddenly said, catching me off guard. I blinked, momentarily confused. "What?" I asked, seeking clarification. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his gaze locked with mine, a spark of intimacy dancing between us. "Call me Erling," he whispered, the words carrying a vulnerability and longing that left me breathless.

His request, spoken with such tenderness, held a profound significance. It signaled a desire for a deeper connection, a shedding of the formalities that had defined our roles until now. In that moment, he invited me to embrace our shared humanity, to traverse the realms of royalty and commonality hand in hand. It was an invitation to bridge the divide and forge a bond that transcended titles and expectations.

With a warmth blooming in my chest, I nodded, a smile of unspoken understanding curving my lips. "Erling," I breathed, feeling the weight of the world shift as I embraced this new chapter in our journey. In that simple exchange, our souls intertwined, entwining our destinies in a book of trust, love, and shared vulnerability.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Haaland's playful suggestion echoed through the air like a sweet melody. "Come, let's go for a swim," he grinned, his excitement contagious. My cheeks flushed with bashfulness. "What? No," I protested, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

But Haaland's laughter reverberated through the air, soothing my self-consciousness. "Do not be afraid, little one. Come, let us have some fun," he reassured me, his voice laced with a magnetic charm that melted away my inhibitions. With his clothes discarded and abandoned on the shore, he dove into the crystalline water, a jubilant splash punctuating his descent.

I watched him, unable to contain my amusement, as he frolicked and splashed like a carefree child, his kingly aura momentarily forgotten. In that moment, he shed the weight of his crown, revealing a side of him that was joyful, unrestrained, and utterly captivating. His laughter filled the air, mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves, and I found myself drawn to the magnetic pull of his infectious energy.

A spark of defiance flickered within me, casting aside my reservations and hesitations. I shook my head, a playful huff escaping my lips, and finally surrendered to the irresistible lure of the water. I began to remove my dress, feeling Erling's eyes fixed on me intently. Our gazes locked, an unspoken connection formed, and the world around us seemed to fade into the background.

Piece by piece, I shed the layers that adorned me, each movement purposeful and deliberate. The fabric slipped from my shoulders, revealing the nightgown that lay beneath my dress. A teasing thought danced on the edge of my lips, contemplating whether I should shed that layer as well. Laughter bubbled up within me, lightening the atmosphere, and with newfound confidence, I dashed towards the water's edge.

As I plunged into the inviting embrace of the water, a delightful shiver coursed through me, electrifying my senses. The coolness enveloped my body, refreshing and rejuvenating, while laughter spilled from my lips like a symphony of joy. Haaland's presence beside me further amplified the exuberance of the moment, as we splashed and played in the gentle waves, our laughter merging harmoniously with the sounds of nature.

In that timeless oasis, beneath the boundless sky and surrounded by the serenity of nature, we cast aside the weight of our responsibilities. The roles that defined us faded, replaced by the simple pleasures of shared laughter and carefree abandon. We were no longer a king and a commoner but two souls intertwined in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As we frolicked in the water, our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us. In that unspoken exchange, a flicker of something deeper ignited, a fire that danced with the possibility of connection and desire. The playful surface of the water mirrored the playfulness of our spirits, but beneath the surface, an undercurrent of intensity and longing pulsed, yearning to be explored.

In that sun-kissed paradise, surrounded by the glistening water and the melodic whispers of nature, we embraced the freedom to be ourselves, to revel in the sheer joy of the present moment. And as our laughter echoed through the air, we wove a memory that would never be forgotten in our minds.

With an impish grin, I mustered all my strength and playfully pushed Erling, causing him to stumble backward into the water. In an instant, he retaliated by grabbing hold of me and pulling me into his arms. The water splashed around us as we engaged in a spirited aquatic dance, reminiscent of children playing tag. Our laughter resonated through the air, echoing the joy we felt in each other's presence.

As our playful antics subsided, a gentle calm settled upon us. Our eyes locked, and I noticed a profound shift in Erling's gaze. It was as if a tempest of emotions swirled within him, his stare piercing through my soul. A shiver coursed through my body, goosebumps forming on my skin in response to the intensity of his look.

Slowly, Erling's hand reached up to tenderly tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, yet electrifying, as his fingers traced a delicate path along my cheek. My breath caught in my throat as his voice, barely above a whisper, filled the space between us. "Beautiful. You are beautiful," he murmured, the words seemingly escaping him before he could filter them. In that moment, his vulnerability and sincerity intertwined, casting a spell that enveloped us both.

Without hesitation, Erling leaned in, bridging the remaining distance between us. His lips met mine in a tender, heartfelt kiss. Surprise initially swept through me, but it quickly dissipated, giving way to a rush of warmth that flooded my being. I melted into the embrace, savoring each passing second, as if time itself had paused to witness the blossoming connection between us.

In that stolen moment, amidst the enchanting embrace of the water and the symphony of our mingling breaths, something profound transpired. The touch of his lips against mine spoke volumes, expressing sentiments that words could never fully capture. It was a kiss born out of unspoken desires, a meeting of souls that longed to intertwine.

Every sensation was amplified, every heartbeat a symphony. The world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the intoxicating taste of his lips, the rhythmic cadence of our shared breaths, and the warmth of his embrace. It was a stolen fragment of time, a stolen fragment of eternity, where nothing else mattered except the undeniable connection we forged in that sacred space.

As the kiss lingered, a soft sigh escaped my lips, an unspoken affirmation of the burgeoning emotions that coursed through me. It was a moment of surrender, of giving in to the undeniable pull between us. In that embrace, I found solace, passion, and a profound sense of belonging.

We eventually pulled away, our eyes locking once again. The world around us came rushing back, yet we remained immersed in the cocoon of our shared moment. The air crackled with unspoken promises, as if the universe itself conspired to bring us together.

In that tranquil oasis, amidst the whispers of the water and the beating of our hearts, we stood intertwined, forever changed by the depth of the day. And as we savored the lingering taste of that stolen kiss, we embarked on a new life filled with love, trust, learning, acceptance. A path that would lead us to a destiny filled with a greatness that I never could have imagined.

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Can you make protective Camavinga like “don’t worry everything is gonna be okay” “get behind me” when readers is in danger so he wants to protect her please?

Protector

Eduardo Camavinga X Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Eduardo are having a date night when some guys attack them.

Sorry this took a life time life's been super crazy lately, but I promise many more to come!

On a blissful date night with Eduardo, you found yourselves at one of your favorite restaurants, the air abuzz with the promise of a memorable evening. It was salsa night, a chance to indulge in a passion you both shared while reveling in each other's company. The weight of busy schedules and his absence due to matches melted away, replaced by the joy of being together once more.

As you entered the restaurant, the vibrant sounds of Latin music greeted you, filling the air with infectious rhythms. The aroma of delectable food hung tantalizingly in the air, whetting your appetite for the flavors that awaited. The ambiance was lively, couples and friends mingling, their laughter intermingling with the melodies that beckoned them to the dance floor.

Seated at a cozy table, Eduardo's hand enveloped yours, a warm reassurance that echoed the love and excitement that thrived between you. Conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving through the topics you both had missed during his absence. Laughter punctuated the moments of tender connection, painting the evening with hues of joy.

As plates of delicious food were placed before you, you savored each bite, the flavors dancing upon your taste buds in perfect harmony with the pulsating music. The energy of the room was infectious, drawing you both to the dance floor, where bodies intertwined, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythms.

Lost in the enchantment of the moment, you felt the gaze of onlookers upon you and Eduardo. Glancing towards the bar, you noticed a group of men, their eyes fixated on the two of you. Assuming they were admirers of Eduardo's football career, you dismissed it, focusing instead on the handsome man in your arms, his presence filling your heart with warmth.

The night progressed, the hour growing late, and you made the decision to call it a night. Standing outside, waiting for your Uber, you realized you had left your cardigan inside the restaurant. "Oh, I forgot my cardigan inside," you mentioned to Eduardo, a hint of disappointment tingeing your voice.

Without hesitation, Eduardo leaned in to plant a quick kiss on your lips before offering, "It's okay, baby. I'll go get it for you." His genuine concern and willingness to help melted away any lingering frustration, reaffirming the strength of your connection.

As you waited for him, a sudden jolt interrupted your thoughts. Someone had rudely bumped into you, uttering derogatory words under their breath. Looking up, you recognized the face of one of the men who had been staring at you and Eduardo earlier. Choosing to rise above the provocation, you turned away and began walking in the opposite direction.

Before you could take more than a few steps, a vice-like grip seized your arm, trapping you. A surge of fear coursed through you as the man sneered, his words dripping with malice, "Where do you think you're going, bitch? Where's your little bitch-ass boyfriend?"

Desperation took hold as you struggled to free yourself from his grasp, ultimately resorting to delivering a resounding slap across his cheek. Yet, the situation escalated, as two more men converged upon you, their intentions apparent.

Just as panic threatened to consume you, Eduardo appeared, emerging from the restaurant like a guardian angel. A mixture of fury and protectiveness radiated from his every pore as he sprang into action, fending off the assailants with a remarkable display of strength and determination. "Get behind me, baby," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority and unwavering love.

A tense standoff ensued as Eduardo confronted the aggressors, demanding an explanation for their actions. Their words dripped with bitterness and misplaced anger, blaming Eduardo's team for their perceived injustice.

Their insults echoed through the night, but Eduardo stood tall, resolute in his defense of you and his unwavering belief in his team's worthiness.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Eduardo fought valiantly, his fists a blur as he battled against the four men. Yet, as the struggle intensified, a glimmer of concern surfaced within you. Fearful for both his safety and the escalating violence, you rushed back into the restaurant, frantically calling for help.

Moments later, security personnel arrived, their authoritative presence quelling the chaos that had ensued. They swiftly intervened, separating the warring parties and ensuring that the authorities were alerted to the disturbance.

As the chaos subsided, Eduardo's attention turned solely to you. Concern etched on his face, he gently checked your body, ensuring you were unharmed. Tears welled in your eyes as the magnitude of the moment sank in, overwhelmed by the fear that had momentarily gripped your heart.

Taking you into his arms, Eduardo reassured you, holding you tightly as you sought solace in his embrace. "It's okay, baby. I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your rattled spirit. In that moment, you felt the profound love and protection he offered, his presence offering comfort and security.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Eduardo murmured, his voice laced with remorse. "I never wanted any of this to happen." His eyes bore into yours, seeking reassurance and forgiveness.

You cupped his face in your hands, the weight of the night's events heavy upon you both. "It's not your fault, Eduardo," you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. "We'll get through this together."

In the aftermath of the incident, the night was marred by the shadows of what had transpired, but your bond remained unbreakable. United by love and fortified by resilience, you held each other close, knowing that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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I'm literally reposting this because my other post got a comuitty strike for no reason

Princesses

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

"Baby, wake up," I hear a voice say urgently, and I feel a slight shaking. I open my eyes to find my wife, her face covered in tears. Concern rushes through me as I quickly sit up, fearing something terrible has happened to her or the baby.

"What's wrong, my love?" I ask, gently caressing her face with both hands.

"I... I... want watermelon, and... and we don't have any," she cries out. A wave of relief washes over me as I realize it's just a craving.

"You're craving watermelon, baby? That's it? It's okay. I'll get some for you. I'll go to the convenience store right now. Would you like that, baby?" I ask, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Wait! I want to come with you. I don't want to be here alone without you. I miss you so much already," she sobs.

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I gaze at her tear-streaked face. It's impossible to resist her.

"Of course, baby. You can come with me. I'll help you get dressed, okay?"

We make our way to the convenience store just a stone's throw away from our house. Y/N, with her baby bump, looks absolutely adorable as she walks around, grabbing everything she's been craving.

Unlike during her first pregnancy with Ragnar, she didn't have as many cravings and didn't seem to be very hormonal. But this time around, it's a whole different story. Her emotions are in full swing, and it's actually quite endearing.

I've been thoroughly enjoying this side of her during the pregnancy. She has become more dependent on me, seeking my attention like a little princess who needs me by her side 24/7. It warms my heart to see how much she relies on me, and I cherish every moment of it.

As we make our way back home from the convenience store, Y/N turns to me with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"You think Ragnar misses us?" she asks, her eyes searching for reassurance. I smile warmly at her and reply,

"Of course, baby. Ragnar definitely misses us." Ragnar, our firstborn, is currently visiting my parents, and while we know he's having a great time, it's natural for Y/N to feel a longing for him. But I also appreciate this opportunity for us to spend some quality time together before our second baby arrives.

"I miss him," she confesses, her voice quivering as she fights back tears. I reach out and gently place my hand on her back, offering comfort.

"I miss him too," I admit, understanding the depth of her feelings.

"But remember, he'll be back home in just two days. We'll have him with us soon."

As we walk through the door of our home, I try to lighten the atmosphere. "How about I give you a nice foot massage in bed while you enjoy your snacks?" I suggest, pulling her into a warm embrace. Y/N's eyes brighten up, and she nods eagerly.

"Okay, and... can I look at Ragnar's baby album? I miss him so much," she asks, a touch of whimsy in her voice. I can't help but chuckle at her question.

"Of course, baby. Do you even have to ask? The baby album is all yours to enjoy."

While I continue massaging her foot, Y/N surprises me with a question that catches me off guard.

"Do you love me?" she asks, her voice filled with vulnerability.

I pause for a moment, gazing into her eyes, before responding with utmost sincerity, "Yes, my love. I love you so much. Why do you ask?"

A tender smile graces my lips as I take in her adorable, yet slightly flushed face. Her cheeks are puffy from the tears she shed earlier tonight.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I like knowing that you love me, even when I'm... fat and all." Her voice trails off, a hint of insecurity lacing her words.

I gently place her foot down and shift closer to her, cupping her face in my hands.

"My love, you are not fat," I say firmly, my voice laced with sincerity.

"You are carrying our beautiful baby in there. Your body is doing an incredible, miraculous thing, and I admire and love every inch of you. Every day, I wake up thinking of you, and every night, I go to sleep with thoughts of you. You are my whole life, just you, Ragnar, and our little jellybean inside you," I declare, my words filled with unwavering affection.

As I continue rubbing her tummy gently, I place sweet kisses upon her protruding belly. A moment of peace washes over us, but it's short-lived. Unexpectedly, she bursts into tears once again. Surprised by her sudden change in emotions, I raise an eyebrow, but she manages to catch me off guard with her next statement.

"Well, now you've made me horny," she exclaims amidst sobs.

I can't help but burst into laughter, overwhelmed by her candidness and the unpredictability of the moment. It's clear that my princess needs more of my attention tonight. As I gather her in my arms, I whisper, "It's going to be a long and enjoyable night, my love. I adore you so much, my beautiful, incredible wife."

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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Omg I Love your fics so much

Can you make reader being pregnant but at the same time being so needy (it can be smut but also not) like she’s horny but at the same time she craves for attention and food and massages and Erling is absolutely loving this side of her please ❤️❤️

Princess

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader is pregnant and very hormonal, and Erling loves it.

Ok, this was so cute! I was going to do a smut, but I just loved this as a fluff so much, so I just kept it nice and fluffy! 😆

"What's wrong, my love?" I ask, gently caressing her face with both hands.

"I... I... want watermelon, and... and we don't have any," she cries out. A wave of relief washes over me as I realize it's just a craving.

"You're craving watermelon, baby? That's it? It's okay. I'll get some for you. I'll go to the convenience store right now. Would you like that, baby?" I ask, giving her a reassuring smile.

She nods her head in the most adorable way. I lean in and give her a gentle kiss before getting up to prepare to fetch her some watermelon. But just as I'm about to leave the bed, she grabs my arm, stopping me. "Wait! I want to come with you. I don't want to be here alone without you. I miss you so much already," she sobs.

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I gaze at her tear-streaked face. It's impossible to resist her. "Of course, baby. You can come with me. I'll help you get dressed, okay?"

We make our way to the convenience store just a stone's throw away from our house. Y/N, with her baby bump, looks absolutely adorable as she walks around, grabbing everything she's been craving. Unlike during her first pregnancy with Ragnar, she didn't have as many cravings and didn't seem to be very hormonal. But this time around, it's a whole different story. Her emotions are in full swing, and it's actually quite endearing.

As we make our way back home from the convenience store, Y/N turns to me with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"You think Ragnar misses us?" she asks, her eyes searching for reassurance.

I smile warmly at her and reply, "Of course, baby. Ragnar definitely misses us."

Ragnar, our firstborn, is currently visiting my parents, and while we know he's having a great time, it's natural for Y/N to feel a longing for him. But I also appreciate this opportunity for us to spend some quality time together before our second baby arrives.

"I miss him," she confesses, her voice quivering as she fights back tears. I reach out and gently place my hand on her back, offering comfort.

"I miss him too," I admit, understanding the depth of her feelings.

"But remember, he'll be back home in just two days. We'll have him with us soon."

As we walk through the door of our home, I try to lighten the atmosphere. "How about I give you a nice foot massage in bed while you enjoy your snacks?" I suggest, pulling her into a warm embrace.

Y/N's eyes brighten up, and she nods eagerly. "Okay, and... can I look at Ragnar's baby album? I miss him so much," she asks, a touch of whimsy in her voice. I can't help but chuckle at her silly question.

"Of course, baby. Do you even have to ask? The baby album is all yours to enjoy."

While I continue massaging her foot, Y/N surprises me with a question that catches me off guard.

"Do you love me?" she asks, her voice filled with vulnerability.

I pause for a moment, gazing into her eyes, before responding with utmost sincerity, "Yes, my love. I love you so much. Why do you ask?"

A tender smile graces my lips as I take in her adorable, yet slightly flushed face. Her cheeks are puffy from the tears she shed earlier tonight.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I like knowing that you love me, even when I'm... fat and all." Her voice trails off, a hint of insecurity lacing her words.

I gently place her foot down and shift closer to her, cupping her face in my hands. "My love, you are not fat," I say firmly, my voice laced with sincerity.

"Well, now you've made me horny," she exclaims amidst sobs.

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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meu deussss, você é brasileira(o)? ✨

Si eu sou!!!

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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Please do one where erling gets surprised by the reader in the dressing room after a match and the reader wants to "reward" him for his goals, things get dirty and anytime somebody could walk in

Reward

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader gives Erling a nice reward.

I feel like all my shuts sound the same, but I have fun writing them. I'm going to try and get better at it, lol 😆

Today, I had the pleasure of witnessing Erling's exceptional performance on the field. I was not expecting such a remarkable game to unfold, with the final score standing at a staggering 5-0. The match was truly a spectacle, and Manchester emerged victorious. Erling's impeccable skills were on full display as he scored some truly breathtaking goals.

It never ceases to amaze me how he captivates my heart with his talent, charm, and undeniable handsomeness. He possesses an extraordinary skill set in football and continues to leave me in awe. The fact that he is my boyfriend still feels surreal, and I am grateful to be part of his incredible journey.

Because I was overflowing with pride for him, I devised a special surprise as a token of appreciation. That's why I find myself waiting backstage in the boot room. I sent him a text to join me there, and when he finally arrived, he peeked his head in and asked, "My love, are you in here?" Without hesitation, I playfully pulled him inside, unable to contain my excitement.

Giggling, I replied, "Something exciting awaits you, babe. I thought we could indulge in a little adventure." Erling appeared slightly taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated with a smirk, his anticipation growing.

"Right here? What if we get caught?" he asked, his voice filled with exhilaration.

"That's part of the thrill, babe," I responded, biting my lip. Dropping to my knees, I gazed up at him and whispered,

"I know you want it," my warm breath grazing his shorts, where I can already discern his growing arousal.

I pause, my heart racing, as I savor the captivating sight before me. Erling's piercing gaze meets mine, and in that moment, a fiery connection ignites between us.

"Fuck, baby," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire. Closing the distance, he takes a deliberate step closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

We both become consumed by the intensity of the moment, the air charged with anticipation. The playful glimmer in his eyes fuels a flame within me, urging me to fulfill his deepest fantasies.

Driven by my own excitement, I proceed without hesitation, slowly pulling down his shorts. My hands tremble with a mix of nerves and eagerness. As I do, his hardened length springs free, pulsating with an undeniable craving. My fingers glide along his velvety skin, tracing the contours teasingly, all while maintaining an unbreakable eye contact, savoring the intimate connection that binds us.

I indulge in a tempting lick before fully enveloping him in my mouth, causing Erling to inhale sharply and a gasp to escape his lips. The warmth of my touch engulfs him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. In need of support, he leans against the wall, his grip tightening on a nearby shelf.

Bobbing my head back and forth with a steady rhythm, I playfully flick my tongue against him, heightening Erling's pleasure with each deliberate movement. As I continue, one of my hands ventures to play with his balls, adding an extra layer of stimulation. Erling's breath grows ragged, his grip on the shelf tightening further, as he surrenders to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy crashing over him.

Desiring more of him, I attempt to take him deeper into my mouth, causing a momentary gag, aking both of us let out a moan. Erling's free hand finds its way into my hair, gently pulling my head back, allowing his throbbing member to slip out of my mouth.

"Fuck, can I?" he asks, his intentions clear. I nod in response, understanding his desire. He takes a moment to trace my lips with the head of his swollen shaft, smearing the glistening precome, eliciting a moan of anticipation from me. Finally, he pushes his pulsating member back inside the wet heat of my mouth, commencing a firm and forceful thrusting motion. With each powerful movement, I find myself gagging and drooling, completely consumed by the intense pleasure we both share.

Amidst the electrifying atmosphere, a distant symphony of approaching footsteps reverberates down the dimly lit corridor, instantly jolting us with a surge of adrenaline. Our eyes remain locked, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through us—excitement, fear, and arousal mingling in a potent blend. The tantalizing possibility of being discovered only serves to intensify our desires.

Driven by the heightened thrill, Erling thrusts with an unrestrained force into my mouth, his movements growing harder and more fervent. The wetness between my thighs becomes an undeniable testament to my own arousal.

Without hesitation, I slip a hand beneath my skirt, seeking the pulsating heat nestled within. My fingers find their way into my core, sliding and exploring as I simultaneously tease my clit, the pleasure building exponentially with each stroke.

As Erling's gaze catches sight of my intimate self-exploration, our eyes lock once more, conveying a profound understanding of our shared passion. We can sense that we are both teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, on the verge of surrendering to the tempestuous currents coursing through our bodies.

With a few final thrusts, he succumbs to the irresistible tide of climax, releasing deep into the recesses of my mouth. The convulsions of his release cascade through me, triggering my own cataclysmic release.

Our moans blend harmoniously, a harmonious symphony echoing through the confines of the room, transcending the boundaries of pleasure and desire. In the aftermath, we find solace in each other's arms, sinking into the depths of profound satisfaction.

As we bask in the aftermath of our shared climax, we allow ourselves a few precious moments to catch our breath, our bodies still humming with the intoxicating aftermath of pleasure. Erling, with a renewed sense of urgency, pulls his shorts back on, his movements displaying a sense of grace amidst the disheveled allure of the room. Extending his hand towards me, he helps me to my feet, his touch electric against my skin.

Passionately, he captures my lips in a fiery kiss, his desire evident in the fervor with which our mouths meld together. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Erling's voice is laden with satisfaction as he utters,

"That was so hot, baby. Thanks." I respond with a playful giggle, a mischievous glint sparkling in my eyes.

"There's plenty more where that came from. Let's hurry home," I tease, my voice laced with a seductive promise. Without delay, I lean in for another quick, fervent kiss, savoring the taste of him on my lips, before pulling back and offering him a teasing wink.

In response to my suggestive gesture, Erling's primal instincts take hold. A low, rumbling growl escapes his throat as he seizes the moment. With a display of raw strength, he effortlessly lifts me off my feet, slinging me over his shoulder, an act that fills me with a thrilling sense of surrender.

"We are going home right now," he declares, his tone a mix of determination and desire. The anticipation of what awaits us fuels the fire within as we embark on our journey, our bodies entwined in a powerful blend of passion and affection.

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King Haaland Part 2

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader is brought to Norway as a slave, and King Erling buys her.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know in the comments or send me a message!

Ok, so I'm using Google translate for the Norwegian language, so if you speak, I'm sorry if it's not the proper way of writing it, lol.

Also, I am so happy you guys have been liking this series! Thanks for all the love, guys!

"Kom, liten en, for å sove,(come little one time to sleep)" King Haaland beckoned, hoisting me over his shoulders. Confusion and panic welled up within me, causing me to stammer out, "Wha... what?!" Seeking reassurance, I turned to Celine, desperately hoping for some clarity.

"You will be fine. King Haaland is a good man. He won't do anything to you that you don't want. You're just sleeping in the same bed, that is all," Celine assured me, offering a small, comforting smile.

As King Haaland strode down the hall, carrying me like a sack of flour, my heart raced with a mix of trepidation and a flicker of hope. He kicked open a massive wooden door adorned with intricate carvings and gently placed me on the floor as he closed it behind us.

Taking a moment to survey the room, my eyes wandered over the grandeur it held. A large bed, a wardrobe, and a trunk caught my attention, while weapons adorned the walls alongside cozy animal furs. The juxtaposition of comfort and danger left me unsettled, yet I found myself drawn to the bed, curiosity compelling me to poke at its softness.

"Fortsett å legge deg ned,(go on lay down)" he commanded, breaking my reverie. Startled, I turned to face him. "What? You do remember I do not understand, right?" I blurted out, a surprised squeak escaping my lips. Standing before me, he stood naked, his physique a testament to his strength and the intricate Viking tattoos adorning his powerful frame, are beautiful. Clearing my mind of such distracting thoughts, I quickly regained composure and focused on the immediate issue at hand.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly covered my eyes. "Where are your clothes?" I demanded pointing at his clothes, my voice tinged with exasperation.

Confusion clouded his face as he looked down and burst into laughter. "Vi skal sove. Jeg trenger ikke klærne mine, lille,(we are going to sleep I do not need my clothes little one)" he chuckled. I felt my frustration deepen. "I still do not understand," I confessed, my brow furrowing in confusion.

He gestured, making signs for sleeping, pointing at his clothes, and then signaling "no." I deduced that he meant he didn't wear clothes to sleep. But how was I supposed to sleep with him naked?

He sat down on the bed and pulled me towards him, pointing at his hair. It was as if he was instructing me to undo his braids. Tentatively, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself on my knees. With hesitant fingers, I began to unravel his intricate braids. As I finished, I ran my fingers through his hair, untangling any knots. A satisfied moan escaped his lips, which both surprised and unnerved me.

I swiftly withdrew my hands, realizing the intimacy of the act. In my haste, I lost my balance and began to fall, but Haaland's swift reflexes caught me, preventing my descent. I found myself perched on his lap, his deep gaze fixed upon me.

"Vær forsiktig, lille,(Be careful little one)" he whispered, his eyes holding mine with intensity. At this close proximity, I couldn't help but notice his true handsomeness. He looked young, his features softened, and it occurred to me that perhaps he wasn't much older than I.

Despite this realization, I pulled away from him, retreating under the furs and signaling my desire to sleep. He chuckled and shook his head, retreating to his side of the bed. There were no unwanted advances or intrusive touches. He simply lay down, closed his eyes, and left me to find solace in the comforting darkness.

As I nestled myself beneath the furs, a wave of relief washed over me. In this moment, it seemed that everything would be alright.

The enigmatic King Haaland respected my boundaries, and a glimmer of hope emerged, whispering that perhaps this unexpected journey held more than just fear and uncertainty.

As the morning light illuminated the room, its soft beams dancing upon the walls, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. The weight of the previous night's events still lingered in my mind, intertwining with the present reality. King Haaland, a figure both captivating and mysterious, sat on the edge of the bed, his presence commanding attention.

The room seemed to hold its breath as our eyes met. I felt a flutter of vulnerability, unsure of how to navigate my next move. His gaze, though inscrutable, held a certain tenderness that belied his formidable stature. A blush crept across my cheeks, and I instinctively looked away, momentarily unable to meet his penetrating gaze.

"God morgen, lille,(good morning little one)," he spoke, his voice a deep and melodic rumble. The words, foreign and yet strangely comforting, hung in the air. I gathered my courage and met his gaze once more, searching for any clues to his intentions. There, amidst the enigma of his eyes, I detected a glimmer of kindness, a flicker of understanding. It was a stark contrast to the tales of Viking kings I had grown up hearing—ruthless conquerors with hearts as cold as the winter seas.

"M-Morgen,(Morning)," I stuttered, attempting to speak his language, my voice barely above a whisper. I worried about my pronunciation, fearing that my words would fail to convey my thoughts clearly. However, his slight smile reassured me, as if he understood the meaning behind my imperfect words. It was a gesture of acceptance, a gentle acknowledgment of my efforts to bridge the gap between us.

As the sun ascended higher in the sky, signifying the start of a new day, I found myself seated beside King Haaland, partaking in a morning meal. The feast before us was a display of abundance, with an array of fruits, freshly baked bread, and hearty meats. My stomach churned with a mix of hunger and apprehension, unsure of what this shared meal meant for our newfound relationship.

Haaland ate with a measured grace, his movements fluid and controlled. There was an air of discipline and strength that emanated from him, a testament to the rigorous training he undertook as a Viking king. As he finished his meal, he stood, signaling his departure to engage in his daily training regimen. With a nod to me, he left the room, his figure exuding an aura of power and determination.

Left in the company of Celine, the day unfurled before us like a tapestry waiting to be woven. Together, we embarked on a series of chores and tasks that had become our daily routine. Yet, amidst the mundane tasks, Celine took it upon herself to teach me the intricacies of the language spoken by King Haaland and his people.

Words flowed between us, both foreign and familiar. Celine patiently guided me through the pronunciations, the grammar, and the nuances of the language. With each lesson, I felt a growing connection to this new world, a sense of empowerment as I began to grasp the means of communication in this foreign land. It was as if the words themselves were bridges, spanning the divide between my old life and the one I now found myself in.

Throughout the day, we moved from one chore to another, the sound of laughter occasionally punctuating the otherwise quiet atmosphere. As I swept the floor or tended to the hearth, I absorbed every piece of information Celine imparted, eager to grasp the intricacies of this culture and its language. It was a way for me to find my footing in this unfamiliar realm, to understand the customs and traditions that governed the lives of those who called themselves Vikings.

With each passing moment, I grew more adept at stringing together coherent sentences, my tongue beginning to mimic the inflections and cadences of the language. It was a small victory, a glimmer of progress in a sea of uncertainty. And as the day gave way to evening, I found solace in the fact that, step by step, I was inching closer to understanding the world that now enveloped me.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks transformed into a month, my life within the halls of Haaland's kingdom settled into a rhythm that felt strangely comforting. Each night, I would find myself in the embrace of sleep, sharing the same bed as the grand Viking king. The initial apprehension had dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of familiarity and trust.

Mornings began with the sunlight peeking through the windows, casting gentle rays upon the room. Haaland would rise from his slumber, his presence commanding, and his gaze warm. We would gather for breakfast, sharing meals that were no longer marked by tension or unease. It was during these shared moments that I realized Haaland's true nature, one that defied the expectations often associated with kings.

Throughout the day, my hours were occupied by a myriad of tasks and chores. From tending to the castle gardens to assisting in the kitchen, I immersed myself in the daily workings of the kingdom. Celine remained my steadfast companion, guiding me through the intricacies of the language spoken by the Viking people. Together, we navigated the complexities of grammar and vocabulary, piece by piece unraveling the secrets of their linguistic world.

However, it was during one of our conversations that Haaland revealed a surprising truth. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he confessed that he understood and spoke my language, albeit to a limited extent. He had learned it in secret during Celine's early days as a slave in his kingdom, he started practicing it more when I was brought here. It was a testament to his intelligence and curiosity, a demonstration of his desire to bridge the gap between us.

As the days turned into nights, Haaland proved himself to be a benevolent ruler, respectful of my boundaries and wishes. He possessed a playful spirit, often engaging in lighthearted banter and jests, effortlessly dispelling any remnants of fear or apprehension that may have lingered. It became clear that beneath the hardened exterior of a Viking king lay a compassionate and understanding soul.

Haaland's linguistic prowess extended beyond my own language. Through his interactions with merchants and travelers from distant lands, he had acquired fragments of various tongues, becoming a polyglot of sorts. This revelation only deepened my admiration for the king, highlighting his thirst for knowledge and his willingness to embrace diversity.

In this dance of languages and cultures, my world expanded. I found solace in the fact that despite our differences, Haaland and I could communicate and connect on a more profound level. The barriers that once seemed insurmountable crumbled, leaving room for understanding and companionship to flourish. Within the halls of the kingdom, I discovered not only a king but a man who defied expectations, captivating me with his intellect, his kindness, and his capacity for growth.

Today, an unfamiliar emptiness greeted me as I awoke in the vast expanse of the bed. It was a stark contrast to the usual routine, where King Haaland would patiently await my awakening, eager to embark on our shared breakfast ritual. Uncertainty gripped my heart as I made my way through the echoing corridors towards the grand feast hall.

As I neared the hall, the clamor of raised voices pierced through the air, causing me to halt in my tracks. Haaland's commanding voice reverberated against the walls, sending shivers down my spine. My instinct was to retreat, to remain hidden and observe from the shadows. With bated breath, I peered around the corner, my eyes widening at the scene unfolding before me.

"Finn den hesten og bring ham til meg!(find that horseshit and bring him to me)" Haaland's words thundered through the hall, his frustration palpable as he directed his words towards Gunnar, Knut, Sven, and Balder—his most trusted warriors. Their determined nods indicated their compliance as they swiftly exited the hall, leaving Haaland seething in his own discontent. In an outburst of rage, he lashed out, his foot connecting with a nearby chair, shattering it into pieces.

My heart skipped a beat as I involuntarily flinched at the sound of destruction. In that moment, Haaland's piercing gaze pierced through my hiding place, his eyes locking onto mine. "Forlat meg!(leave me)," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hall, the words stinging like a verbal blow. Feeling the weight of his anger directed towards me, I turned on my heels, fleeing from his presence.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, my heart heavy with a mixture of confusion, hurt, and disappointment. Haaland's outburst had shattered the delicate equilibrium that had been established between us. The realization that he could unleash such fury upon me left me feeling vulnerable and betrayed. Yet, I refused to let my emotions consume me. With every ounce of strength, I willed myself to be resilient, to hold back the tears that threatened to betray my true emotions.

Steeling myself against the pain, I pressed onward, reminding myself of the strength that resided within. I refused to let this sudden shift in Haaland's demeanor define my worth. With each determined step, I vowed to remain steadfast, even in the face of uncertainty and unspoken questions that lingered in the air. I would find solace within myself and seek understanding in due time.

As I retreated to the solitude of my chambers, I allowed myself a moment to collect my thoughts. The once familiar walls now seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with their oppressive silence. I longed for the comforting presence of Celine, but she was nowhere to be found. It appeared that I was truly alone in this bewildering turn of events.

Resting my trembling hands on the edge of a table, I closed my eyes, attempting to steady my racing heartbeat. Haaland's anger had struck me deeply, leaving me questioning everything I had come to know about him. Was his previous kindness merely a facade? Or was there something more beneath the surface that I failed to comprehend?

As I battled with my inner turmoil, a soft knock on the chamber door startled me. Tentatively, I approached, hesitant to face whoever stood on the other side. Slowly opening the door, I found myself met with Celine's concerned gaze. Her presence brought a flicker of relief amidst the storm raging within me.

"Y/N, I heard what happened. Are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

I struggled to find my voice, but eventually managed to utter, "I... I don't understand. Why did he... why did he yell at me like that?"

Celine sighed, stepping into the chamber and closing the door behind her. She gently placed a hand on my shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. "Y/N, you must understand that Haaland's temper is as fierce as his loyalty. He carries the weight of his responsibilities heavily, and at times, it spills over onto those around him. It was not directed at you personally."

Her words provided some solace, but the ache in my heart remained. "But why did he tell me to leave? What did I do to deserve such treatment?"

Celine looked at me sympathetically, her eyes filled with empathy. "I believe Haaland's outburst was driven by frustration and an overwhelming sense of pressure. He didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. Please remember that."

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over the dam I had painstakingly constructed. "I just don't know how to face him now. How can I trust him after this?"

Celine's grip tightened, offering me the strength I desperately sought. "Trust takes time, Y/N. We all have our flaws and moments of weakness. Give him the chance to explain, to make amends. Remember, there was kindness in him before, and there may still be kindness within him yet."

Her words echoed within me, resonating with a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished. Perhaps this was a test, a hurdle we needed to overcome to forge a deeper connection. With renewed determination, I wiped away my tears and straightened my posture.

Later that night, the room was immersed in darkness, with only a faint glimmer of moonlight filtering through the window. My body lay tense on the bed, entangled in a web of conflicting emotions. The events of the day weighed heavily on my mind, casting a shadow of dread over the chamber.

In the midst of my restless slumber, I sensed his presence before I saw him. Haaland's figure materialized, his silhouette cast against the dimly lit room. He moved with a familiarity that was both unsettling and comforting, his steps echoing through the silence.

My eyes fluttered open, and I pretended to be asleep, hoping to gather my thoughts before confronting him. I felt the mattress yield under his weight as he settled beside me, the faint scent of Mead wafting through the air. His voice, tinged with a mix of regret and vulnerability, broke the stillness.

"Are you awake?" he inquired softly, his voice carrying a hint of apprehension. I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest, uncertain of how to respond.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his frustration evident. The warmth of his arms enveloped me, drawing me closer to him. Anxiety coursed through my veins as I wrestled with my conflicting emotions.

"I am sorry, little one. I did not mean to yell at you. Please forgive me," he implored, his lips pressing gentle kisses against my forehead. His apology hung in the air, laden with a sense of sincerity that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Why?" I found myself asking, my voice barely above a whisper. His admission caught me off guard, my curiosity piqued.

"I have a traitor in my ranks, selling my secrets. The frustration got the best of me," he explained, a mixture of weariness and determination coloring his words.

I let out a frustrated huff, my anger mingling with understanding. "Fine, I understand. Just... don't do it again," I conceded, my tone softening slightly. Despite my lingering annoyance, a sense of empathy welled within me, recognizing the burdens he carried as a king.

He chuckled, his laughter resonating through the darkness. "Yes, little one. I promise," he vowed, his voice laced with sincerity. A shy smile tugged at the corners of my lips, his presence somehow managing to ease the tension that enveloped us.

"Now, go to sleep. You're drunk," I teased, attempting to lighten the mood. His laughter filled the room once more, mingling with the soothing rhythm of his breath.

"Yes, you are quite fiery tonight," he jestingly remarked, yet his hold tightened around me, pulling me closer. As sleep claimed him, I found solace in the safety of his arms, an unexpected warmth radiating through my being.

That night, as slumber claimed us both, I found myself nestled in the king's arms for the first time. Unbeknownst to me, an ember of happiness ignited within my heart, signaling the possibility of a deeper connection. In the midst of uncertainty, a glimmer of hope emerged, weaving together the delicate threads of forgiveness, understanding, and the potential for a future intertwined.

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Eu sou tão obcecada pela sua escrita principalmente tudo que você escreve sobre erling 🩷

sua última escrita de erling ele como rei me deixou sem ar

muito obrigado eu realmente aprecio todo o amor🩵💙🩵💙

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King Harland fic is amazing I had to read it twice, can’t wait for the next part

😫😭❤️❤️

Thanks 😊 if you guys have any idea about what you want to happen in King Haaland series let me know!!!

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we need a second part of the king haaland fic, its amazing. love you

Thanks so much it's coming out real soon!!

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OMG KING HAALAND IS SO GOOD, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PARTS ITS GOING TO BE

ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️❤️

Thank you so much!!! I think I want to make it a few parts. I really like writing this, and I feel like I can do so much with this story!

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King Haaland Part 1

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader brought to Norway as a slave, and Erling buys her.

I'm literally going to make this a short story, but I'm having so much fun writing it. I'm making it into a few parts.

"Flytt jente (Move, girl)!" My captor's rough voice pierces through the air as he forcefully shoves me off the boat. With a mixture of fear and adrenaline, I quickly step onto the dock, my heart racing in my chest. As I regain my balance, another man, equally as imposing, clasps chains onto my arms, linking me to the other unfortunate souls who are now my companions. We form a somber procession, coerced to follow our captors through the bustling civilization that lies before us.

The sight that unfolds before my eyes is both awe-inspiring and disheartening. The docks are teeming with activity—boats of various sizes and shapes line the water, some carrying fierce warriors, while others, like the one I was just on, serve as vessels of human bondage. The air is filled with a sense of urgency and purpose as people move about their tasks.

We are guided past the array of boats, eventually reaching the grand gates of the bustling kingdom. The gates, ornately decorated, loom above us, a testament to the wealth and power held within. As we pass through, I can't help but feel a mix of trepidation and curiosity about what awaits us on the other side.

Once inside, I am herded into a line alongside my fellow slaves. A man, who appears to be in charge, meticulously inspects each one of us. His eyes meet mine, and he pauses, his hand suddenly gripping my face, turning it this way and that as if evaluating a precious object. "Kongen kan betale en høy pris for denne (The king might pay a hefty price for this one)," he remarks in a language I don't understand. My chains are once again tagged, signifying that I am to follow this man, and I obediently comply, my heart sinking further with each step.

The man leads me, along with nine other girls, to a massive log house. As we enter, the sounds of laughter and merriment wash over us. The room is filled with people seated at long tables, feasting and reveling in their own world of abundance. But at the very front of the room, on an elevated wooden throne, sits a figure who immediately captures my attention.

He is a man of striking appearance, his long blonde hair cascading over his broad shoulders, framing a face that exudes both regal authority and undeniable charm. His piercing blue eyes survey the room, effortlessly commanding the attention of those around him. It is clear that this man is none other than the king himself, and in that moment, I can't help but wonder what fate awaits me under his rule.

The man who led me there bows his head respectfully and addresses the room, his words flowing in a language unfamiliar to my ears. "Stor viking konge Erling Haaland, jeg bringer skatter fra forskjellige land for deg (Great Viking King Erling Haaland, I bring treasures from different lands for you)," he proclaims with reverence. Though I struggle to comprehend his words, one word rings clear in my mind—Viking. The very mention of it sends shivers down my spine, for in my homeland, tales were whispered of Viking marauders who arrived in their formidable ships, wreaking havoc and destruction upon villages and towns. They were ruthless, fearsome beings who brought kingdoms to their knees. If this man indeed was a Viking king, then my fate was sealed, and I could only expect the worst.

A surge of fear courses through me, intensifying the already dire circumstances I find myself in. I am overwhelmed by the weight of the situation, my mind filled with images of the horrors that may lie ahead. But just as despair threatens to consume me, my captor's rough hand reaches for the front of my dress, attempting to tear it away. In a desperate bid to retain some semblance of control, I react instinctively, grabbing his arm with all my strength, desperately trying to halt his assault.

"No!" I scream, my voice echoing through the room, a desperate plea for mercy. However, my captor is not swayed by my pleas. With a swift motion, he smacks me across the face with his free hand, the impact leaving a searing pain and a metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Tears spring to my eyes, a mixture of agony and indignation fueling my resolve.

"La gå jente, vite din plass, slave (Let go, girl, know your place, slave)," he sneers, his words dripping with contempt. Blood trickles from my nose, staining my torn dress, but it only serves to stoke the fire within me. In a surge of defiance, I muster every ounce of strength I possess and lash out, delivering a powerful kick to his midsection. He grunts in pain, momentarily stunned by my unexpected retaliation.

Seizing the opportunity, I seize the man's hand that still clings to my dress and sink my teeth into his flesh with all my might. The taste of warm blood fills my mouth, and I bite down with a primal ferocity, managing to tear one of his fingers away from his hand. A bone-chilling scream erupts from his lips, mingling with my own defiant laughter. The man recoils in agony, releasing his grip on me, and I seize the chance to spit his severed finger back at him—a grotesque symbol of my unwavering spirit.

In that moment, something within me shifts. If this was to be my end, then I would meet it on my own terms. I refuse to be a passive victim in this cruel game of fate. With a newfound determination, I brace myself for whatever may come next, ready to face my destiny with unwavering resolve and an indomitable will to fight.

"Drep henne! (Kill her)!" The man's chilling cry echoes through the room, a sentence that seals my fate and sends a shiver down my spine. The guards surrounding me react swiftly, their movements synchronized as they grab hold of me and throw me violently to the ground. I thrash and scream, my body instinctively fighting back against the impending doom that looms over me.

In the midst of the chaos, as one of the guards raises his axe, poised to strike me down, a commanding voice pierces through the air, cutting through the clamor like a sword. "Stoppe (Stop)," the voice utters, freezing everyone in their tracks. The room falls silent, every eye turning towards the source of the commanding voice—the king himself.

With an air of authority that demands attention, the king rises from his throne, his towering stature an undeniable presence in the room. He strides purposefully toward me, his gaze fixated upon my trembling form. As he kneels down, our eyes lock in an intense, unspoken connection. Time seems to stand still, and I find myself holding my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from his piercing eyes.

He reaches out, his hand enveloping my face, his touch both commanding and intimate. In an act of defiance, I summon the strength within me and summon a defiant spit, aimed squarely at his face. The crimson trail of my blood-stained saliva trickles down his cheek, and to my astonishment, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Jeg liker denne. Hun er en modig liten ting (I like this one. She is a brave little thing)," he utters, his words laden with unexpected admiration. He releases his grip on my face, rising to his full height once again. Wiping his face with the back of his hand, his eyes never leave mine as he makes a decision that sends a wave of confusion through me.

"Ta henne. Hun vil være min nye slave (Take her. She will be my new slave)," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. The guards, now under his direct order, move swiftly, escorting me away from the chaos and into a room adorned with a solitary bed. They leave me there, locking the door behind them. The realization sinks in—I am not to meet my demise just yet.

Confusion swirls within me, mingling with a newfound mixture of relief and apprehension. I am now a prisoner, destined to serve as the king's slave. Alone in the confines of the room, I take a moment to collect myself, steeling my resolve for the uncertain future that awaits me. In this unexpected twist of fate, I vow to remain strong, to find a way to survive, and perhaps, against all odds, to defy the chains that bind me and regain my freedom.

The morning light trickles into the room, casting a soft glow upon the somber surroundings. I rise from the bed, my body tense and ready to confront any imminent threat. However, my guard quickly dissipates as a young woman, around my age or slightly older, approaches me. Startled, I prepare myself for a fight, but her calm demeanor and words catch me off guard.

"Calm down. You are safe for now," she assures me, her voice filled with a soothing familiarity. I take a moment to process her words, a glimmer of hope flickering within me. "You speak my tongue," I respond, my voice tinged with both surprise and relief. "We are from the same lands," she explains, lifting her sleeves to reveal the markings of our people adorning her arm. In that moment, a wave of relief washes over me, knowing that I am in the presence of someone who brings memories of home.

"I am Celine," she introduces herself, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and recognition. Gathering my composure, I proudly reveal my own identity. "Y/N, daughter of Drahseen," I declare, my voice resonating with a sense of lineage and nobility. Celine's eyes widen at the sound of my name, a glimmer of awe dancing within her gaze. "With your markings and the way you are dressed, I had a feeling you came from a noble home. But I had no clue you were the daughter of the great warrior Drahseen, the rebel prince. No wonder you are a fighter," she remarks, a mix of admiration and intrigue evident in her voice.

I recount the tragic events that led to my capture, sharing the story of my father's valiant efforts to protect our family from the wrath of a cruel king. "My father kept our family hidden, afraid that the king would find us and kill us. But we were discovered. I managed to lead my mother and siblings to safety, but I was captured and sold into slavery," I explain, a mixture of sorrow and determination coloring my words. The memory of our kingdom's ongoing conflict, torn apart by the ambitions of my father's treacherous cousin, stirs within me, fueling my longing for justice and restoration.

Lost in the depths of my thoughts, I finally voice the question that lingers at the forefront of my mind. "What will happen to me?" I inquire, my voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Celine's expression softens, reflecting the weight of the reality that awaits me. "King Haaland has taken a liking to you. You will learn how to become his house slave," she reveals, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Though the prospect of serving the king looms before me, I find solace in the unexpected companionship of Celine—a reminder of the bonds that tie me to my homeland. As I navigate the uncertain path that lies ahead, I draw strength from the resilience of my lineage, determined to survive and, if fate allows, to play a role in shaping the destiny of my people.

After being led away, I found myself in a small chamber where I was washed, cleansing away the grime and remnants of my past. Emerging from the refreshing ritual, Celine presented me with a new attire—a hangerok, a traditional dress commonly worn by Viking women. Though it felt foreign against my skin, it was a symbol of adaptation to this new life. Grateful for the small comfort, I noticed that my precious jewelry, gifts from my father, remained intact—a necklace and a bracelet—a reminder of the love and protection I carried with me.

Led further into the depths of the dwelling, I found myself in the bustling kitchen. Celine became my guide, imparting upon me the skills of culinary arts, servitude, and the intricacies of comporting oneself in the presence of the king. Days turned into weeks, and I immersed myself in the teachings, honing each nuance to perfection. Yet, in those seven days, the enigmatic king remained an elusive figure, concealed from my sight.

On the eighth day, my fate took an unexpected turn. I was appointed the task of serving the king his dinner—an honor and a trepidation intertwined. As I entered the grand Viking hall, my trembling hand clutched the Mead, a potent beverage fit for this momentous feast. It was my duty to stand by the king's side, fulfilling his desires by filling his cup whenever he beckoned. As our eyes met, a shiver cascaded down my spine, an unspoken tension lingering in the air. He wore a smirk, an expression that both intrigued and unsettled me.

With bated breath, I approached him, my every move measured. Our eyes remained locked, an unyielding gaze that held the weight of unspoken possibilities. He finally averted his gaze, allowing me to fill his cup, but the tension between us remained palpable. The night unfolded, the king indulging in the feast alongside his comrades, while I dutifully served him. However, in a sudden twist of events, he unexpectedly pulled me onto his lap, his immense frame enveloping my small stature. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively sought escape, but his grasp tightened around my waist, rendering me powerless.

He returned to his conversations, seemingly unaffected by my unease. My eyes darted to the table, fixating on the knife he had used to cut the meat. A daring thought surged within me, and in a swift motion, I reached out and seized the knife. My heart raced as I brought the blade dangerously close to his neck, a desperate attempt to reclaim my agency. But he reacted with astonishing speed, gripping my wrist with a firm hold, exerting pressure that forced me to drop the knife. He turned to face me once more, that infuriating smirk still adorning his face.

"Vær stille, kjære. Jeg snakker (Stay still, darling. I am talking)," he uttered, his voice devoid of any flinching or fear. His calm demeanor in the face of my rebellion left me stunned, utterly perplexed. What kind of man was he, who remained composed in the face of a threat to his own life? The enigma surrounding Erling Haaland deepened, shrouding him in an aura of mystery and unpredictability.

Perched on his lap, the night unfolded in a haze of bewildering gestures. The king, defying expectations, took on the role of both host and caretaker, feeding me morsels of food and coaxing me to drink from his horn. Each action left me more perplexed, as the dissonance between his seemingly kind demeanor and my preconceived notions of him clashed violently within me. As the festivities drew to a close, his subjects dispersed, leaving only the two of us in the grand hall, our seats still occupied.

Seated comfortably, the king summoned Celine to serve as his translator, seeking clarification as he inquired about my identity. "Hva er navnet hennes?(what is her name)," he questioned, his eyes fixed on me. Celine conveyed his query and my name, her voice serving as the conduit for our communication. The king, unfazed by the language barrier, issued his decree with an air of authority, causing my heart to race with trepidation.

"Fortell henne at hun skal komme til rommet mitt hver natt for å sove. Rommet mitt vil være hennes kammer fra nå av. (Tell her she shall come to my room every night to sleep. My room will be her chambers from now on)."

he stated, his words hanging heavily in the air. Celine dutifully translated, and the weight of his command settled upon me. Fear and panic coursed through my veins as I realized the implications—sleeping in his room meant more than mere rest. It meant surrendering the precious gift of my innocence, an act that terrified me to my core. Tears welled up in my eyes as I berated myself for allowing him to perceive my worth, my vulnerability.

Yet, amidst the overwhelming emotions, the king continued to defy my expectations. He reached out, wiping away my tears, and offered a reassuring squeeze around my waist. "Jeg vil ikke skade deg, søte. Det vil ikke skje noe annet enn søvn,(I will not hurt you sweet one, there will be nothing but sleep happening.)" he murmured, his voice laced with a gentleness that caught me off guard. Celine once again conveyed his words, granting me a momentary reprieve from the tormenting thoughts that plagued me.

Relief washed over me like a cool breeze, easing my anxious heart. But even in that moment, questions gnawed at my conscience. Why was he being so unexpectedly kind? And why, against my better judgment, was I beginning to trust him, even if only slightly? The enigma of Erling Haaland, the Viking king, deepened, intertwining my fear with a glimmer of hesitant hope.

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