#Hvitserk x you
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Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.
↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.
↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].
↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.
↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.
Part one.
Hvitserk The Berserker.
He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.
He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.
“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.
“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.
He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.
“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.
“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”
“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”
“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.
“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.
You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.
“I am with child.”
“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”
“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.
“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”
“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”
You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.
“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”
“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.
“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.
“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”
You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.
“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”
“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”
“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.
“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.
“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”
He smirks.
“Great.”
Sigurd Snake In The Eye.
Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.
“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.
“Who?” Ubbe asks.
“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.
“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”
Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.
“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.
That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.
And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.
He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.
“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.
“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.
“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”
“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.
Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.
Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.
He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.
“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”
You sob on his neck and he hums.
“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.
He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.
He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.
“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”
“You have obligations,” You whisper.
“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
Ivar The Boneless.
Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.
Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.
“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.
“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.
“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.
“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”
You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.
“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.
“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.
“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”
Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.
“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”
You nod again.
“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”
Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.
“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”
“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.
“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”
“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”
He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.
“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.
You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.
“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.
“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.
Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.
“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.
“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.
He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.
“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.
“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”
“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.
“You look scary.”
“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.
“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.
“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”
“You already do that,” You smile.
He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.
“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”
#vikings#vikings imagine#vikings smut#hvitserk ragnarsson#ubbe ragnarsson#ivar ragnarsson#ragnar lothbrok#sigurd#sigurd snake in the eye#hvitserk x you#hvitserk x reader#vikings ivar#ivar the boneless#ivar the boneless x reader
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The good guy (Hvitserk x Reader)
The good guy
Hvitserk x Reader
Warnings: Reader is a few years older. And let's pretend that the age difference between Bjorn and his brothers is much smaller. Oral.
Summary: mordern!Hvitserk wants to show you he is the one you need.
The fake leather sticks to the back of your thighs as you push yourself next to the wall in the booth Bjorn chose for the night. A small grimace contorts your face at the uncomfortable feeling. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your skirt to pull on the fabric. Jeans may have been a better choice, but it doesn't matter now.
The pub is loud and smells like cheap beer and spicy snacks. The noises of the others mix with the game playing on the TV in the corner. Your eyes land on the screen for a second, and when the ball doesn't reach the goal, your attention turns back to the pair in front of you.
Bjorn and his girlfriend sit next to each other. The blonde man's arm is around the girl's shoulder. She is busy with her beer while her eyes scan the crowded place. Her makeup softly glints under the lights as she turns her head to the side.
"Hvitserk and Ubbe will be there in a few," Bjorn says after a few seconds. His bright eyes are still on the screen of his phone. "Torvi too."
"Won't it be awkward?" You ask him, glancing at Gunnhild.
"It's fine," the man replies. "It was two years ago."
Their relationship didn't end well between them, and when you heard about the new love blossoming between Torvi and Ubbe, you couldn't imagine the family holidays at the Ragnarsson household.
"If you say so," you hum, holding your glass to your lips and frown when you notice Bjorn's smirking at you with mischief in his eyes. "What?" You ask him.
Gunnhild grins too.
"I heard something the other day," Bjorn muses.
"And?" You ask.
"A conversation between Ubbe and Hvitserk," Bjorn adds.
"You know what?" You groan at his teasing. "I don't care. Don't tell me!"
"Okay," he continues grinning. All of you know you won't keep long from questioning the burly man to spill the tea. There must be a good reason why Bjorn wants to tell you something about his two younger brothers.
"Oh, come on!" You groan again. Your palm lands on the wooden table with a smack. "Tell me!"
"Hvitserk likes you." Gunnhild is the one who has mercy on you. Excitement glints in her eyes as she waits for your reaction.
"I mean... we are friends," you tell her, shrugging. You know all of Bjorn's brothers. Ubbe and Hvitserk are your friends, and Sigurd and Ivar don't hate your presence either.
"You don't understand," Bjorn shakes his head. "He likes-likes you."
You freeze, staring at them.
"No," you reply, and your friends laugh.
"Yes," Bjorn argues. "I heard them talking about you a few days ago. He is quite smitten with you."
"And they are here," Gunnhild adds, keeping her eyes on the entrance of the pub.
You feel your stomach dropping while you watch the newcomers approaching your table. Half of your mind still tries to process Bjorn's words. Can it be true? You always thought about the brothers as Bjorn's younger siblings. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Hey, guys!" Hvitserk's cheerful voice breaks the line of your thoughts. Your eyes wander up at the young man who is already watching you. Heat creeps up on your face at his attention on you, and you force your gaze to move onto the couple next to him.
And it doesn't get better. Ubbe and Torvi watch you with a strange glint in their eyes. Or maybe you are just imagining it.
"I need a drink," you gasp. "Can I get you anything?"
"I will go with you," Bjorn says, standing up to follow you to the bar. "Sit down, guys," he adds. "We will be back in a minute."
"You think too hard," Bjorn says, standing next to you while you wait for your orders.
"I'm not," you murmur, looking down at the counter. "I'm fine."
"What's wrong?" He asks, leaning closer. "I mean, I'm the most handsome brother, but Hvitserk is a good guy too."
"How can you tell that?" You ask, frowning. Eyes still on the wooden surface. "He is your little brother."
"And I know him," Bjorn reasons. "You always choose the wrong guys," he continues, and you grimace. He is right. "Hvitserk would be good."
"He is younger than me."
The man scoffs. "So? Look, Hvitserk is like a puppy. And I mean it in a good way. And the younger lads always try to prove themself harder..."
"Yeah, I remember," you murmur. "You really proved yourself back then to a lot of women."
"Yeah," he nods, not trying to deny his past. "But it was me. Hvitserk is different."
A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and you can't help but feel pathetic. You are already deep in a relationship that doesn't even exist. Hvitserk said nothing about his feelings for you. Maybe it isn't even true. Maybe Bjorn heard it wrong, and you stress yourself for nothing.
You are so stupid.
When you get back to the table, Ubbe and Torvi are already sitting at the end of the table on two chairs while Hvitserk stands next to the booth to give you enough space to climb back to your seat.
"Thanks," you murmur and trying not to jump when his hand lands on the small of your back as you walk past by him.
You are so deep in your panicked thoughts you don't even notice Hvitserk's eyes on you. And it's really surprising since it seems like the young man can't tear his attention away from you. The skirt highlights the curve of your hips and is short enough to give enough space for his wandering gaze on your bare thighs. His palm tingles with the need to put his hand on you. He is sure you are soft and warm and everything he wants.
Ubbe's snickering shakes him up from his staring. He doesn't even feel bad about it. He feels good and content when he looks at you. Hvitserk doesn't even know when and how his feelings turned about you. You were always the girl who came over to his older brother, and before he knew it, he wanted you to spend time with him too. And wanted much more too.
"And how's the game?" Ubbe asks, glancing up at the TV.
None of you care about it.
"They run," Gunnhild replies. "A lot."
Hvitserk can't help but smile at your laugh. His fingers curl around his beer to keep himself from touching you.
The night goes amazingly. You laugh and drink a lot but can't seem to forget the closeness of Hvitserk next to you. He radiates warmth and happiness. The cologne he uses covers your senses. His thigh brushes against yours from time to time.
"Halfdan?" Bjorn's voice brings you back to reality. When you look at him, he is already watching you with a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. Y/N could talk about him."
"You know him?" Torvi asks, surprised.
You shrug. "We dated for a little while."
Hvitserk frowns at your words, but you don't notice it. His lips press into a thin line.
"How was it?"
You shrug again. "We didn't match."
You went on a few dates with Halfdan, and while you enjoyed your time together, you found out soon enough that Halfdan was ready for a lot of things but not for a serious relationship.
"Maybe you should date his brother," Ubbe suggests, laughing. "He was already married at least three times."
"Yeah," you hum. "My dream is to be his fourth wife."
"Isn't he old for you a bit?" Hvitserk asks, and your company needs all its strength not to laugh at the blonde man's jealous words.
Heat rises up in your veins as you turn your head and look at him. A playful grin pulls on your lips. "Do you have something against older men?"
Hvitserk doesn't care about older men or the brothers if they keep their distance from you.
"Maybe we should go," Ubbe suddenly says, already standing up from his seat before his brother can say something to embarrass himself.
"Ubbe is right," Bjorn nods. "It's late."
You and Hvitserk need a few seconds to tear your gazes away from each other.
"Hvitserk, maybe you should walk Y/N home," Torvi says, linking her arm over his boyfriend's. "It's dark outside."
"Oh, no," you start. "You don't have to."
"I do," he replies. "A walk would be nice."
"I bet," Bjorn murmurs with a smirk. "I will call you tomorrow," he adds louder, watching you until you nod.
After saying goodbye to the others, you stay alone with Hvitserk. He walks by your side in silence for a few seconds.
"So that's why you didn't come over for the few last weeks?" He asks after a while, keeping his gaze on the ground the whole time. His hands are in his coat pockets.
"What do you mean?" You ask back.
"Halfdan," he explains.
"Oh," you hm. "No. I had a lot of things to do, and now that Bjorn moved out, I didn't really have the reason to go over."
"Ivar misses you," he says, and you laugh.
"I'm sure."
"No, seriously," he clears his throat. "You can still hang out with us, right?"
"I mean... yeah, I guess."
You can feel your pulse in your throat as you wait for where this conversation will lead.
"Or you could hang out just with me," he adds. "Ivar is boring anyway."
You laugh again just to earn yourself more time to think about your next words.
"I'm sure you have better things to do than spending your time with me," you tell him at the end. Your voice is quiet and unsure. You don't know what you should do.
"Not really," he says. You can see his arm moving from the corner of your eyes. "I like being with you."
Your heart jumps up to your throat next to your pulse when you feel his warm hand on you. His fingers are intertwined with yours.
"Hvitserk," breathing out his name, you stop in front of the door of your flat. Your teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip as you look down at your hands.
"You are really beautiful tonight."
You laugh. That damn Ragnarsson charm. "Hvitserk..."
He steps closer. His free hand lands under your jaw to push your head up until your eyes meet. His thumb pulls out your lip from between your teeth.
"What are you doing?" You ask him. You have to force the words out because of your barely working lungs.
"I like you, Y/N," he says. No embarrassment or uncertainty shows on his face.
"Hvitserk..." You sigh, trying to say something, but your brain doesn't really want to work either.
He smirks. "I like it when you say my name."
"You can't... It's not... You are..."
He patiently waits for you to finish at least one sentence. The young man really likes the way you fluster in his presence. His thumb still caresses the soft line of your bottom lip, and his other hand slips to your waist to pull you closer. Your front is pressed against his. He can't help but glance down at your cleavage.
"Are your roommate home?"
"My eyes are up, Hvitserk," you tell him, smirking.
"I know," he grins. "They are pretty too."
"Be serious," you tell him even though you can't swipe the smile off your face.
"I am," he replies, looking up into your eyes. "I like you, Y/N, ever since you came over four years ago, crying because your ex broke your heart."
"Really? You needed my broken heart to notice me?" You tease.
"Of course not," he says. "You were always pretty in my eyes. But that was the moment I realized I would be much better for you."
"Hvitserk..."
"What? Don't you like me? Or because of Bjorn? I don't think he would have anything against us... I mean, did you see his love life?"
"No," you reply, shaking your head. "He wouldn't mind, I'm sure."
"Then what?" He asks, pressing you closer to himself. "My age? It's just a few years, Y/N. It's nothing."
"Hvitserk, I know you," you reason. "You are almost as bad as Halfdan. And don't tell me it's not true. I saw the different girls you brought home almost every week."
"But they weren't you," he says. "They weren't important. But you are."
"Hvitserk, I really want someone for the long run..." you tell him honestly. "I want a good relationship that can grow into more in the future. I don't play games anymore."
"And I can be that guy," he says. "Let me prove it, Y/N." His words fan over your lips. "Let me in."
When you say nothing, he leans even closer and kisses you for the first time. His lips are soft and taste like cheap beer.
And something snaps inside of you.
Your arms curl around his neck as you let him deepen the kiss. The gentle nibbles become bites on your bottom lip until he coaxes your mouth open for free access to your tongue. His kiss is searing and takes your breath away at once. Your lungs burn when he breaks away.
His words vibrate on your swollen lips when he speaks. His forehead is against yours. "Open the door, Y/N."
"Hm?" You hum, still dizzy.
A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His hand slips to your ass to grab a handful of your flesh. A grunt echoes in his chest at the feeling. "The door, Y/N. Open it."
"Oh," you gasp. "Right."
He watches you fiddling with your keys with amusement. You are flustered and breathless. The taste of your lips still tingles on his own. His heated gaze rakes over your body from behind. The skirt hugs your bottom perfectly. His hand moves on its own accord to touch you again, but he decides against it at the last moment. No, he won't act like a dog in heat.
At least not in front of your neighbors.
Hvitserk barely slides inside your house before pushing the door close with his leg. His hands find your waist again, and when you turn to face him, he kisses you again. Your back falls against the wall, and your fingers curl into his blonde hair at the nape of his neck. His presence covers your every sense. Your nostrils are filled with his smell, your fingertips are warm on his skin, and your lips burn with his taste.
"Go to the couch," he hums against your lips before kissing you again. His tongue ghosts over the line of your bottom lip.
You need every strength in your body to do as he says.
"Sit down."
"You are really commanding," you state, still following his words.
"I want to taste you before you change your mind," he says. In contrast to his words, his smile is soft and almost innocent.
"You... what?" You gasp, shocked.
His smile turns into something much more wicked as he falls to his knees before you. Even the view is enough to make your thighs shake and your inside tremble.
"Open those legs for me, Y/N," he grins. His long fingers fiddle with the straps of your high heels, moving up to your calves, and when he reaches the curve of your knees, he rises both of your legs after another to kiss them.
"Hvitserk!" You gasp, slapping down on the couch under you as you grab the edge when he pulls your legs apart. "You don't have to."
"Oh, Y/N," he hums. "But I want to so much."
"Oh!"
The breath you keep inside your lungs burns you. The skirt runs up on your thighs as your legs open under Hvitserk's heavy gaze. His fingers dig into your thighs. He plays and gropes the flesh all the way to your bottom.
Another gasp escapes your lips when the man grabs you again to tug you to the edge of your seat. The skirt you wear hides nothing anymore.
"It's pretty," he grins, playing with the lace of your panties. "Interesting, I always imagined you as a black lingerie woman."
"I have black ones, too," you breathe out quietly.
He smirks. "Maybe next time."
His thumb glides over your pussy through the thin fabric. He can feel your folds and the wetness that coats your most sensitive parts. Your thighs jerk when his touch reaches your clit. He teases the hard bud until your panties are soaked.
"You are so wet already," he says with satisfaction dripping from his words. It really makes him happy. It means to him that he is not the only one who feels attraction. You are not here in front of him out of pity or worry that you would hurt his feelings and damage your friendship with his oldest brother. You really feel something. Something that can grow into more if he doesn't fucks it up.
"Let me..." he hums, and without waiting for your answer, he pulls down your panties with a swift motion. Soon, the fabric lies on the ground, forgotten.
The cold air on your pussy makes your whole body shiver with anticipation.
"You have no idea how many times I imagined you just like this," he says, staring at your center intently. "Open and wet for me." His finger glides over your folds, smearing your wetness in the process.
"Hvitserk," you breathe out his name, urging him to stop his teasing already. Your whole body is tense with waiting and burning desire.
"I'm here," he smirks, leaning closer. His words fan over your aching pussy. Your thighs want to close on their own accord, but the blonde man's shoulders stop them. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh. He can't get enough of the softness of your skin. His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, but he forces himself to focus on something else. And it's not a difficult thing to do when you are in front of him with spread legs and soaked cunt.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips when he closes the space between you. His tongue flattens on your pussy, taking a teasing lick of your wetness. Your juices spread across his tastebuds. His eye fall shut at the feeling.
Hvitserk devours you to his heart's content while you squirm and whine under him. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before sinking his finger into your pussy and sucking at you at the same time. Your back arches, and your mouth falls open into an airy moan. You can feel the throbbing of your heart between your legs. It jumps and speeds up at every swirl and push Hvitserk does with his tongue and fingers. He spreads his two fingers inside you, stretching your walls and finding every sweet spot that makes you cry for more. To cry for him.
"Hivtserk," you moan. "I-I-"
"Cum," he groans into your pussy. His eyes bore into yours. "Cum for me, Y/N. Let me drink from you."
Your head falls back at the whirlwind that runs through your body. Your muscles are taut, almost painfully so. You can't even breathe as the climax washes over you with full force. Your fingers find their way into his curls. You tug on the blonde strands, and Hvitserk moans. He wants you to use him for your own pleasure. He wants you to find pleasure in him, not just in the bed but everywhere else too. After years of silently watching you and craving your body with equal need with your laugh and pretty smile, he is ready for everything. He is ready to accept everything you want to give him.
When you win back your consciousness, Hvitserk is still between your legs, resting his head on your thigh with a cheeky grin on his lips. His lips glint with your wetness.
"Hey."
Heat creeps up on your face. "Hi."
"I will pick you up at seven tomorrow," he suddenly says, standing up from his kneeling position. A quick kiss on your lips reminds you of what happened a few minutes ago.
"What?" You gasp. "Hvitserk... what?" You watch his receding form as he makes his way to the entrance door of your home. "I thought..." You point at your room with your thumb. The confusion is clear on your face.
When he looks back from the door, he can't help but stop for a second. You are so goddamn beautiful. Your hair is a mess, your eyes still shine with the remains of your climax, and your lips are swollen and red from his kisses. He really needs his every self-control not to turn back and take you to your room for more.
"Nope," he says, popping the p. "Date first. Tomorrow. At seven."
"But..."
"It was just a taste, Y/N, because I couldn't help myself."
And with that, he closes the door, leaving you alone with shaking legs and a dizzy mind.
Oh, gods!
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"She is not a bird" - Hvitserk x Reader
SUMMARY: In Eddas, every great warrior falls in love with a Valkyrie - a winged goddess equally beautiful and imposing. Hvitserk finds his after a battle as she's stitching wounds and bringing comfort to those who will not see another dawn.
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In a colourful dress, she busses around,
Time and time she turns her head, gives a smile,
You could swear you saw her wings yesterday,
How she hid them under the dress,
But she’s not a bird,
Can’t you see?
She is not a bird.
Hvitserk has no interest in medicine or healing. Despite that, he has found himself watching one of the healers as she’s running back and forth between beds. She’s been at it for hours now and Hvitserk begins to wonder how come she’s not tired yet. Her feet and hands are equally quick as they had been when they arrived at the camp after the battle. The mesmerising glint in her eyes, something between curiosity and adoration, is still just as bright. Whenever one of the wounded warriors wants to talk to her, she sits at the edge of their bed. Her head nods gently before her lips curl into a reassuring smile and she says something in return. Maybe she’ll even chuckle at something. From where he’s standing, Hvitserk can’t make out her words but he can quite clearly see the faces of the people she’s talking to and it makes his curiosity consume him entirely to know what words turn agony into peace.
Lost in his own thoughts, the young Viking doesn’t notice jarl Friedgeir approaching him.
“Enchanting, isn’t she?” he asks with a smirk. He’s seen this scenario one too many times to have any doubts about what Hvitserk is thinking about. Friedgeir himself has been in that very same position before.
Friedgeir Esrason is nimble for his age. White and silver hair circles his tired face like a halo. Sun-damaged skin makes him appear even older, although fuller of life. It’s a testimony of long days spent on adventures, seeing what the world has to offer. Despite nearing grandfather’s age, his torso is broad and his arms are about the size of a shieldmaiden’s thigh. Brass bracelets clink every time he moves his hands. The purple material of his tunic is clearly worn out, tearing in places of the most friction.
“She is,” Hvitserk admits.
Jarl puts his heavy hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. For a moment, the young warrior wonders if Friedgeir could actually crush his bones should he squeeze his fingers a little tighter.
“Can I entrust a secret to you, son of Ragnar?” Friedgeir asks in a low tone. His grey eyes look around the two of them as though expecting to find a prying set of ears. Everyone besides them appeared too preoccupied with their own duties and worries to care about the gossip shared between the Jarl and the famous Lothbrok boy.
Hvitserk looks at the older man with a frown.
“My brothers and I have risked our lives for your cause, Jarl Friedgeir,” he reminds the ruler. “I have no interest in breaking your trust. You know that already.”
“Good.” Friedgeir pats Hvitserk’s shoulder. He must be unaware of his strength as the gentle slaps are actually quite forceful, making Hvitserk answer his own question about crushing bones. Friedgeir can definitely turn someone’s skeleton into dust with a squeeze. “My wife mustn’t ever hear what I’m about to tell you. That girl…” he makes a pause and points his finger at the healer, “I think she might be a bird.”
Taken aback, Hvitserk looks up and down the Jarl.
“Did the Swedes hit you on the head?” he asks half-heartedly.
“I wish it was that. But no.” Friedgeir laughs bitterly and shakes his head. A shadow of melancholy flies past his sun-damaged face only to reside inside his silver eyes as a teary glint. “I always knew there was something strange about her but I came to understanding only after seeing the great viziers of the East and their pets locked in golden cages.”
Hvitserk glances towards the healer. His eyes follow her like hawk in hopes of some enlightenment that would make Friedgeir’s words clearer to him. Alas, she appears as she did before - enticing and human.
He shakes his head.
“I don’t understand.”
The Jarl lets out a sigh.
“Just look, dear Hvitserk. See the colourful dress like a parrot’s feathers.” Hvitserk has never heard of something called a parrot, so he is left to assume that they must look nothing like the birds in Norway. “And look at men’s faces when she talks to them. Pain and suffering change into hope and peace. The only time I’ve seen that was when one of the viziers asked his angry guests to listen to his oriole singing. After an hour, no one remembered what they were fighting about.”
Time as if slows down as Hvitserk is watching the healer sit on the edge of a cot belonging to a dying man. She holds his hand tightly and tirelessly wipes cold sweat from his forehead. The warrior is stuttering, fever and pain making his wants incomprehensible. The woman sitting beside him only nods her head, offering a warm smile and a short response. Soon, the man falls limp. His eyes turn blank as his head rolls lifelessly to the side. The healer squeezes the corpse’s hand and only then gets up to continue her work. A pair of healthy warriors wrap up the body in blankets only to carry it away, to the place where a great pyre will burn after nightfall.
Hvitserk is more intelligent than the jarl. More perceptive. He’s seen geese flying southwards when winter was coming, only to come back after snow thaws. But not her - she stayed until the warriors’ skin turned cold and grey. Let go of dead hands only after the heart stopped, never earlier.
“She’s not a bird,” the young Lothbrok speaks up. Friedgeir looks at him curiously. “Can’t you see?” he asks with a chuckle on his tongue. “She must be a Valkyrie, leading fallen warriors to the gates of Odin's hall.”
The Jarl only nods slowly, pondering Hvitserk’s words.
“If she is, perhaps death isn’t a too high price to be by her side.”
But he’s too young to be this patient and Hvitserk has to find a reason to be beside her now.
You’re taken aback when someone suddenly takes the wooden crate from your hands. The unexpected helper reveals himself to be none other but Hvitserk with a playful grin on his face. Despite giving all he could in the battle, just hours prior, he appears to still be vigorous as though the fight was a mere warm-up.
The man puts the heavy crate on his shoulder, securing it with one arm. What has given you backpain and cold sweat, seems like no chore to him. The Ragnarsons really are a different strain.
“Where do you want this?” he asks casually.
“At the pyre.” You point in the vague direction of where the bodies will be burned. “Illness thrives within the old, used dressings.”
Hvitserk begins wandering to the place you have pointed out and, not sure why, you begin to follow him. His strides are long and sure, his breathing calm and steady. He hardly fits the image of a man who had to fight like a rabid dog to survive just earlier that day.
“Are you not tired afer the battle?” you ask him. Confusion slips past your words.
“I am.” Hvitserk glances at you. It’s a quick look but you manage to notice him staring you up and down. “But I thought you might need help. You’ve been tending to the wounded for hours.”
A melodic, light chuckle escapes your lips.
“You’ve been watching me?”
His playful half-grin turns into a genuine smile. Staring at the road ahead, he almost looks bashful.
“I have a habit of admiring enticing things,” Hvitserks admits.
You feel your cheeks burning at the nonchalant compliment but you don’t let him notice that. Neither do you let his sweet words distract you.
“Then you must lead a busy, beautiful life.”
The man’s voice seems faraway and absent as he answers, as though his mind is suddenly occupied with vivid daydreams:
“Not yet.”
The noise of the camp is inaudible now. Only pine trees and wild berries accompany Hvitserk and you. A murder of crows suddenly takes flight as you pass by. Their cawing echoes through the empty forest.
You can’t quite put a finger on this sensation but something about Hvitserk makes you feel warm and calm inside. It’s the same feeling one experiences when sitting in front of a warm hearth after spending long hours in the cold. When the blood begins flowing again and the relief of not freezing to death is forgotten, the warmth and safety make one sleepy and giddy. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?
Hvitserk sets the crate down with a low thud. The sound shakes you awake from your thoughts. A strong, putrid smell of blood, fresh wood and animal fat fills your nostrils. Even after all those years, it never gets easier to prepare people for their final journey.
“Thank you,” you begin awkwardly. Some more anxious part of you is suddenly terrified that he will somehow learn of your thoughts about him. “I don’t know if I could have carried it by myself all the way here.”
His lips curve into a sly grin and you can tell he’s about to weave a string of charming words but something about him distracts you instantly. Hvitserk’s shirt, once greyish-beige, is now brown and crimson. Not thinking much, you suddenly grab his arm. He doesn’t even get a chance to protest when you roll up his sleeve to reveal a, re-opened wound.
“Your hand is bleeding,” you state.
Hvitserk is unsure whether your stern gaze scares him or excites.
“It’s nothing.”
He tries to roll his sleeve back down but you swat his arm away. Pushing down on his shoulder, you force him to sit down on the ground with you.
“Well, it’s definitely going to scar,” you say quietly as you inspect the deep cut in his skin. “But the good news is, some women like men with scars. I know I do.”
You take out a sewing needle made from animal bone. For practicality, you’re used to wearing it pinned somewhere in your clothing. After all, one can never know when they might need it like when a handsome, charming Viking suddenly needs his wound stitched. Gods work in mysterious ways, truly…
A drop of blood drips from the wound each time you push the needle through the pale skin. Hvitserk is impressively collected - he only grunts a few times and clenches his teeth.
“All done,” you whisper more to yourself than him. In a quick, mechanical manner you wipe the skin of his arm again and roll down the sleeve of his shirt.
You’re standing up when Hvitserk decides he’s not quite done being the apple of your eye:
“How hurt does a man have to be for you to stay around longer?”
As though he didn’t just get stabbed eigh times in his cut and bruised arm, he’s staring at you with than same insufferable mischieviousness that you’ve grown to love so much. Sometimes you wonder whether this is exactly the reason he’s never had trouble charming women.
“A broken rib would do it,” you say with a shrug. “Or you could just ask.”
Suddenly, Hvitserk jumps to his feet. A newfound fire is burning inside him - a flame known only to those, whose affections are returned.
“Please?”
Jokingly, you frown at him.
“I didn’t know the Lothbroks knew such words,” you say in a surprised tone.
You feel his fingers dragging up your arm until his palm gently brushes against your cheek. The skin of his hand is dry and calloused, standing in a stark opposition to its owner.
“We hold it for special occasions.” Hvitserk’s voice is low, almost raspy.
“And me standing here is somehow special?”
“You don’t even know,” he whispers. His breath is hot against your cheeks. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?
“Then tell me.”
At that moment, he knows he will have his entire life to remind you just how special you are to him; he will have his whole saga to love a Valkyrie.
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How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?
summary: it's in the title :)
notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death
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Ragnar
Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)
Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…
He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’
If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug
Aslaug
Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears
Aslaug actually always knew
She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?
“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)
Lagertha
Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?
Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)
Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy
She’s in the fame biz
Bjorn
Bro throws a toddler tantrum
He will literally stomp the ground
“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)
So so bitter about it (he deserves that)
Ubbe
Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki
He does not care
“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”
Gets over it the fastest
Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues
Hvitserk
Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything
Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy
What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?
Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive
Sigurd
Don’t tell him
For your own safety
Will kill you and then himself
Ivar
Don’t tell him either
Never lets anyone hear the end of it
So so so annoying for a silly little guy
He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all
Floki
Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW
Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)
He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)
Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar
Ecbert
So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar
Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??
He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.
Gets sad drunk over it way too long
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𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
Paring: Hvitserk × reader
Warnings: None
1.01
“Whatever happens, my brothers will watch over you in my absence.”
Unintentionally, you pouted; you hated the idea of being apart from Hvitserk, but you understood why he was leaving with Bjon. “I can take care of myself.”
A mischievous smile appears on his face. “I know."
“I’ll miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Hvitserk brushes hair behind your ear before cupping your face. Sighing, he says, “I need you to promise me something.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t get into any trouble.” Laughter passes your lips before you realize how serious he is. Hvitserk frowns. “I mean it. My brother’s always found a way of dragging you into problems that aren’t yours. I want to know my wife will be in one piece when I return to Kattegat.”
Your caring husband was being paranoid. You often found yourself between Ivar, Sigurd, and Ubbe’s spats, and almost always you took Ivar’s side. However, when it came to the sons of Ragnar fighting with others, you tended to stay out of it unless you felt it was absolutely necessary to get involved, or Hvitserk said otherwise.
“I will try my best, but I cannot make such a promise.”
Knowing this was possibly the last time you’d see each other for some time, Hvitserk kisses you passionately. You would truly miss him.
“Just behave while I’m gone.”
—
You sit on the dock beside Ivar, watching boats come in. Vikings from all over were coming to Kattegat to join the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok in seeking revenge for their father's death.
“Do you think Lagertha will join us?”
Ivar scoffs, “She told Ubbe she has many reasons to stay.”
You click your tongue and say, “Hmm, I suppose Kattegat is more important to her than a dead man.”
Ivar glares at you.
“What? I speak nothing but the truth. Lagertha had already lost Ragner, so she wouldn’t risk losing her throne so easily. You’ll need to find another way to convince her to leave Kattegat.”
The corners of Ivar’s lips pull slightly. “I say we kill her now. She will always be a threat to us, and at least then she will be out of the way.”
You pondered his words while twirling the knife in your hand. You understood his desire to kill the woman who stole his mother from him, but it wasn’t that simple. “If you kill her now, then a lot of the shield maidens in Kattegat will no longer join you in seeking revenge, nor will Bjorn. I say you get justice for Queen Aslaug’s death when we return.”
“So what? We just let Lagertha sit upon my mother's throne, free to do whatever she likes. She will stab us in the back as soon as she gets the chance.”
“That’s not what I was thinking.”
Ivar’s scowl turns into a smile. “I imagine whatever you’re thinking will not please my dear brother, Hvitserk.”
You raise your brow and nod. “It's a risky idea, but it might help us get an insight into what Lagertha is planning.”
As a child, you were brought to Kattegat to be a slave, but Hvitserk took a liking to you, and Queen Aslaug released you as a slave with the intent of marrying you to her son, which is exactly what you did. And ever since, you have remained loyal to Hvitserk and his family.
“I want Lagertha to think I’m on her side.” You drop your gaze to your feet, hoping that Ivar understands the reasoning behind your plan. “You, Hvistserk, Ubbe, and Sigurd will always be a threat to her, and so will any children fathered by any of you.”
“The legacy of Ragnar Lothbrok.”
“While my husband is gone, I’m vulnerable.”
Ivar scrunches his nose up and scoffs, “Don’t talk nonsense. You're one of the least vulnerable women I know; I’ve seen you fight before.”
“That’s not what I mean. Think about it. Lagather has already tried to befriend me multiple times.”
“She wants to manipulate you because she knows how much my brother values your opinion.”
“Exactly." You nod in agreement. “Hvistserk is gone, and if I were to fall out with you and Ubbe, then my loyalty may sway. If Lagertha were to trust me, I would be able to learn what her intentions are.”
Ivar claps his hands together and says, “You are far more devious than anyone who gives you credit. You have one problem, though; she wouldn’t believe you’ve turned your back on us so easily.”
“Not unless you give me a reason to.”
—
As planned, warriors who followed the sons of Ragnar did as Ivar asked and took everyone in the great hall hostage during a feast to welcome them. A sharp blade is pressed against your neck, preventing you from stepping any further.
You let out a loud gasp, “Let go of me.”
Ubbe stares at you wide-eyed; he’s surprised to see you on the opposite side of this. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it when Ivar gives him a cold glare.
They both turn their attention back to Lagertha, who has stepped down from the throne. Ubbe begins to circle her while raising his axe, and Ivar growls up at her with a blade in each hand. But before either of them can attack her, the doors to the hall swing open, and Bjorn enters. “If you kill her, my brothers, you’ll have to kill me too.”
Ivar looks up at him and says, “Maybe we should.”
“Shut up!” Ubbe hisses. “She killed our mother.”
In a calm tone, Bjorn says, “I know. You want revenge, and so would I. But more importantly, we have to avenge our father. That is why I came back. And that is what we are going to do.”
Lagertha tosses her sword to the ground. Furious, Ubbe and Ivar leave the hall. You twiddle with the threads of your dress, staring ahead, teary-eyed. Under your breath, you mutter, “Brothers.”
When Lagertha catches your eye and gives you a sympathetic look, you quickly turn and run outside, doing your best to hide the smirk pulling on the corner of your lips.
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Someone to Love
Hvitserk x Reader
Summary: Hvitserk as many others, always had a dream.
All he ever wanted to was someone to love. It is all he could dream about.
And one dream seemed very real.
Maybe too real.
In his dream, he could see himself. As if he watched from someone else's eyes.
He saw himself walking the streets of Kattegat. Heading to a house. A house he had never seen before.
Hvitserk followed himself into the house.
"Love?" he heard his own voice, so clear.
"Here." a female voice came from the bed, Hvitserk watched as he headed over to the bed.
"How are you feeling? Should I call the healer?"
"No. I'm only tired. Grab her please, I fed her not long ago, just..."
"Okay, you sleep, I will grab her." Hvitserk watched the woman on the bed. He had never seen her, but she looked like a Goddess. A tired-looking Goddess. And soon, he found out why when he heard the cries of a young child.
Soon, his dream self stood up with a bundle in his arms, smiling at the little one as he watched himself walk away from the bed.
He rushed after the man who looked exactly like him.
Seeing him holding a young little girl a smile on his own face.
"Let's not cry now, Hellena. Your mother is tired she needs to sleep."
Hvitserk was struck, at least he felt like lightning just struck him.
He nearly fell as he felt the tears in his eyes.
He looked so calm and happy, holding his own daughter.
This is everything he ever wanted.
And here in his dream, he had it.
A family. A wife and a beautiful daughter. Hvitserk never wanted to wake up. But of course, he had to.
And when he did, he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.
For the upcoming moon, he had a different dream about his family.
Many dreams including the woman, his wife, and him. A happy life with a daughter.
Something his mind made up.
Yet it looked way too real.
He felt as if the Gods were playing a cruel play with him, making him see all these beautiful dreams only to wake up alone.
Hvitserk had been through a lot. He lost his brothers, he wandered the streets and yet, his dream never changed.
He just wanted someone to love and someone to love him.
He wasn't even supposed to be there, he was travelling from village to village when he ran into a market. He was meant to go around it, avoid the crowd but something pulled him in.
And soon, he locked eyes with her.
The beautiful woman from his dreams, she was looking at different coats and dresses when he looked up and made eye contact with Hvitserk for even just a moment.
And that moment was enough for him.
He felt as if lightning struck him.
He knew better than to scare her, so he took is slow. Even if all he wanted was to marry her on the spot.
And his opportunity arrived not long after when an old drunk man went up to her and started to touch her.
Didn't even take Hvitserk a second, he rushed to your side and defended you from the old man.
"Thank you." you said to the handsome stranger.
And it was only the beginning.
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As you found out Hvitserk was a very stubborn man.
Stubborn and charming.
"I feel like I'm already in love with you." he said upon meeting you only for the third time. He kept surprising you.
"All Vikings are like you?"
"No, I'm only special." he said smirking.
There was something about him, something that just kept you on the edge but you also found it comfortable.
You felt like you were also in love with him.
And when he kissed you for the first time, it was as if everything fell into place, as if everything just made sense.
The way he kissed you, the way he held you close, you felt as if this was your true calling. To be his.
It didn't take long for you two to get married.
As he placed the ring onto your finger, he looked into your eyes.
"All I ever wanted was to love and be loved. You are my destiny, I love you, Y/N."
After meeting you, Hvitserk stopped having dreams about you. He was now living his dream.
And soon, much like in his dream, a child was born.
You gave him a son.
"He looks just like you." you said as he entered the room, trying to process what just happened when the nurse finally let him in to see you. He held his son for the first time. "I was thinking, we can name him Ivar after your brother."
Hvitserk couldn't stop the tears from falling as he held his son.
He felt his heart as if it could burst at any moment.
The little boy looked at his father as Hvitserk sat down on the bed beside you.
He finally had his dream, a beautiful wife and his own little Ivar.
"I love you Hvitserk."
"Thank you." he said as he kept on repeating, knowing his past, you weren't surprised nor did you ask, you just watched him holding your son as you drifted off to sleep.
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I Still Hate You || Hvitserk
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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:
"I don't like you, I just find you hot"
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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.
"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."
Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.
You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.
He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.
You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.
Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.
He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.
He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.
He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.
You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.
A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.
He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.
He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.
Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.
He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.
He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.
"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.
His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.
You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.
Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.
He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.
A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.
The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.
"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."
"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.
But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"
He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.
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You could take a shot where Ragnar makes a deal with Ecbert so that in the future his children will marry for peace. And the reader is the daughter who should marry Ubbe or Bjorn but as they are both married (margrethe and torvi) it was left to Hvitserk who is annoyed by having to marry because he likes margrethe, but after the arrival of the princess he changes his mind… happy final and smut pls
It took me so long to finish this, I am so sorry. I just finished and wanted to post as soon as possible, so If there's any mistake let me know. I had so much fun while writing It, thank you for your ask. I hope this is just as good as you imagined in your head, hope you like It as much as I did.
Maybe I wrote a Part II for this one
hell was the journey (but it brought me heaven)
You never dared to dream of a marriage out of love, that wasn’t allowed for people like you, you knew what was expected from you. Since you got old enough to understand your place in this world, you always knew you had a duty, a hard but rewarding duty. At least that’s what your father told you, you’d feel rewarded as soon as you fulfilled your duty.
The morning you left Wessex, King Ecbert held your hand and told you the future of all England depended on you, depended on you marrying a man you never met in your life but was destined to since the day you were born.
Years before you sailed, Ragnar set foot at the beach in Lindisfarne and this decided the course of your future. After years of battle, King Aelle from Northumbria and Ecbert from Wessex finally reached a common ground with the vikings: they wanted land and they could have It, If they promised not to raid ever again and this pact would be sealed by marriage, a son of Ragnar should marry a daughter of one of the kings.
Nothing happened for years until Ragnar returned to Wessex, years later, with two of his sons. Your father gave in completely, you were a baby back then and knew nothing about pacts, saxons and vikings, either way your life was completely changed by them.
After sailing for a few days, you arrived in Norway, met by bad weather and curious gazes from the pier. Your ship docked, more people gathered around and someone you imagined was the king walked firmly towards you, followed by more of them.
“Princess.” He announced, his voice was a loud howl that startled you a bit. “Welcome to Kattegat.”
“Thank you, my lord.” You murmured, whispering your words under your breath. “It’s an honor.”
“I’m Bjorn. Come with me.”
They walked you through the city, suspicious looks burned holes on your skin why you crossed the path. As soon as you arrived at their great hall, a feast awaited you, a big table was sat in the middle, filled with food and ale. Everyone was laughing and talking until Bjorn showed up with you on his tracks. Gazes crossing his body like It wasn’t even there to find your small figure hiding on his back.
“This is for you.” He whispered, offering you his hand, which you accepted shyly. “We were all waiting for you.” He led you to the table, offering you a seat.
“You are even more beautiful than I thought.” A beautiful woman caught your attention, she was sitting right across from you.
“Thank you.” You nodded.
Bjorn started to introduce his family, pointing to the people gathered around the table and giving their faces a name you would have a problem repeating. He was the king, you noticed that, people seemed to respect him, he had a lot of brothers they couldn’t be all sons of Ragnar, you thought to yourself. Turns out they were, and that beautiful woman, she was named Aslaug, was his wife, their mother. You learned three of them were already married, Bjorn, the oldest, was married to a woman named Torvi, she had a kind smile towards you. The second one, a man named Ubbe, was married to a woman named Margrethe, someone who didn’t seem as friendly as the others. And the last one, Ivar, was married to Freydis.
“And this one is my brother Hvitserk.” Bjorn announced proudly, hugging him by his shoulders and slapping at his chest. “Your future husband.”
He smiled at you, smirked actually, his lips slightly curled up as he looked down at you. He was handsome, you thought. Long braided hair falling on his shoulders, a beautiful pair of green eyes sparkling on his face, his smirk sending shivers down your spine.
“It’s an honor, Lord Hvitserk.”
Hvitserk bowed, they all laughed and you frowned, but didn’t say anything. The feast kept going, they started to talk about your future wedding, about all the things you must learn and do before the ceremony and how you and Hvitserk couldn’t be together during this period. You didn’t think much of It since there wouldn’t be much of a talk between the two of you.
As the days passed, you got to know more of them, they welcomed you into their space and happily taught you everything they thought you needed to learn, all the fantastic stories you would go to bed to think about. During this time, you grew closer to the women of the family, their mother, Aslaug, was gentle and cared about your well being, always checking If you were feeding and sleeping well. Torvi became your favorite storyteller, she would talk to you about traditions and their past, and was always kind to you. Freydis always made sure your hair was beautifully braided, tamed into intricate patterns. Only one of them always kept her distance from you, not really talking or even acknowledging your presence.
“Who is she?” You asked once, Freydis was sitting behind you and she sighed, her breath slightly touching your shoulders.
“Margrethe.” She answered angrily. “She’s Ubbe’s wife.”
“She doesn’t like me.” You murmured.
“She only likes the sons.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They say she slept with all of them before she married Ubbe. She wanted them all to herself.”
“Hvitserk…” You whispered under your breath.
“Soon you’ll be his wife.” She moved to your front, blocking Margrethe’s vision. “He will only have eyes for you.”
“Does he have eyes for her now?”
She didn’t answer, she didn’t have to, you saw it in her face, something was going on between them. That realization made you extremely sad. You didn’t think he would have been waiting for you, but never imagined you would have to battle for a place you always thought belonged to you. The way Margrethe acted around you was everything you needed to know about her relationship with Hvitserk.
That night, as you laid back on the bed, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, thinking about Margrethe and Hvitserk and what you were going to do now, you hated the feeling that you were, somehow, the intruder. You laid there, awake, staring at the ceiling and dealing with the deadly silence until It was bothered by a few muffled sounds.
Frowning in the dark you mentally debated If you should go check it or not and after the sounds got heavier, whispers and sighs, soft words that didn’t seem for your ears, you swallowed hard, your mind lost the control over your body and you saw yourself getting up and slowly walking towards the door, leaning against the wood and trying to listen.
When you finally decided to leave the room and opened the door, the noise got louder. The small corridor was poorly lit by some torches stuck in the walls, the orange light flickered in the dark, creating dancing shadows on your face as you slowly walked towards the noise. Your room stayed in the back of the great hall, the only thing separating the corridor and the front of the hall was a thin fabric curtain that you softly moved away so you could pry on what was happening.
You hid against the wall and looked through the thin material, eyes widened at the scene unfolding before your eyes, utterly shocked. Margrethe was trapped between two bulky men, one of them being her husband, Ubbe and the other one you couldn’t see, he had his back towards you. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, she moaned softly while they both moved obscenely against her body.
You couldn’t believe it, even though you heard about their different manners, you didn’t expect that. She tried so hard to hug both of them, but that didn’t seem possible while Ubbe grabbed her hips from behind and the other man spreaded kisses all over her chest, kneading at her breasts. You blinked in shock, but weren't able to stop looking, too entranced by them.
“Too much…”
You heard when she moaned softly, her lips moving slowly while she carefully opened her eyes, a different gray tone mixed with green. She tried to focus on something until she found yours, widened, looking at her. She mumbled something and the man in front of her finally looked over his shoulders, a loud gasp left your throat when you noticed he was your future husband. You quickly covered your mouth and when they all looked towards the tiny door frame where you were, you moved fast trying to hide. Everything went quiet again and you ran back to your room, locking yourself inside, hands on your chest while you walked backwards into the room until your knees met the edge of the bed and you fell sitting.
Timid knocks on your door warned you they followed you, three voices whispered exasperated outside your room, but you pretended not to hear, stayed inside, in silence, waiting until they left, something that happened quicker than you thought. So you sat in your bed for hours, waiting for the sun to rise and when its first rays creeped through the cracks of the window, the maids you had taken there with you, finally entered your room.
“You didn’t sleep, my lady.” One of them whispered.
“Is it that obvious?” You asked back with sarcasm.
They helped you to get dressed, a beautiful red gown with long sleeves to help you face the cold in Kattegat and probably the wrath of the vikings, but you didn’t mind, you had made your decision. You left your bedroom with your maids leading you towards the great hall, the same corridor, the same door frame, you felt chills down your spine. The only table was already occupied and the first pair of eyes to meet yours, was Hvitserk’s, he blinked quickly as you walked firmly towards the head of the table, his brother Bjorn. They all looked at you at some point, the conversation stopped and you sighed before starting to talk.
“We should talk.” You announced firmly, looking at them from where you were.
“Shouldn’t we eat first?” Bjorn asked, offering you a place at the table, but you rejected.
“I am not hungry.” You answered. “The sooner we end this conversation, the sooner I’ll leave Kattegat.”
“What?” He gasped, getting up with a jolt. You startled, taking back a step or two.
“I guess my presence here is useless.” You started. “I don’t think any of us want this thing to happen.”
“What are you talking about?” Bjorn insisted.
“I don’t know what is going on here, but I don’t think Lord Hvitserk wants to marry me. And I know we all have an agreement, but after so much time, we can change things.” You continued. “We can make the decisions for ourselves, you could make the decision of not raiding again in England, and we can make the decision of keeping your settlements safe. It’s not necessary to go through something none of us desire.”
“I don’t think you understand this, princess.” Bjorn tried, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, his expression smug and arrogant.
“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.” You hissed.
“I am not. But this thing you’re suggesting it’s beyond stupid, It’s suicidal.”
Hvitserk, who was silent the whole time, finally got up, held Bjorn’s arm, stopping him in his tracks before he said anything else.
“I guess It’s time for us to talk, princess.” He told you, a little too harshly.
“I guess It’s late, lord Hvitserk.” You hissed more sharply than you intended.
“What is going on?” Bjorn tried again, his eyes on his little brother.
“Let’s talk in private, princess.” Hvitserk insisted, ignoring the confused looks from his family.
“I will do no such thing! You’re not my husband, I can’t be alone in private with you!” You replied offended.
“Then we can discuss what happened last night here, in front of everyone.” He smirked and your cheeks flushed almost immediately, your hands went to the sides of your face trying to cover up your embarrassment while you blinked in utter shock. “It’s your choice.”
“Not in chambers.” You warned before walking away without looking back.
You didn’t see, but felt him following your steps outside the great hall. You walked fast, but Hvitserk reached you, held your arm and stopped you both.
“We’ll have more privacy on the beach.”
“I thought you didn’t need privacy, my lord.” You teased.
“I do need actually, you’re just nosy.” He teased back.
“How dare you?!” You raised your hand ready to slap him in the face, but he held It in the air, before It could reach him.
“Lurking in the shadows, watching people while they’re distracted.” He pulled you in, your faces so close you felt his breath fanning on your cheeks.
“I wasn’t lurking!” You growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “You were out doors, you didn’t seem very preoccupied with that last night.”
“You remember last night very clearly.”
“I remember how disgusted I felt.”
He stopped, didn’t have any answer for that and you were so angry with him you could scream, you felt betrayed, even though he wasn’t your husband yet, you felt it either way.
“Do you love her?” You asked all of a sudden and he didn’t answer that either.
“Why are you asking me this?” He frowned.
“I don’t want to marry a man who can not love me.” You sighed. “I know we don’t love each other now, but I always thought that whenever I married someone… Maybe… With time… That can not happen If you already love someone else.”
“I… I don’t know…” He answered honestly and you smiled to yourself.
“You always know these types of things. You just don’t want to tell me.” You finally looked at him. “How do you do this? How can you share?”
“I guess a little is better than nothing.”
“Honestly, I don’t want to do this.” You murmured.
You left him there and he didn’t try to stop you. After that you just locked yourself up in your room, well not yours, the room they settled for you and felt like an outsider again. People knocked on your door, your maids, Bjorn, Torvi and Freydis, even Aslaug made her attempt to talk to you, but you didn’t want to see anyone, not in that moment at least.
“What happened?” Bjorn asked angrily, looking at an equally nervous Hvitserk, who didn’t answer.
“She saw us last night.” Ubbe was the one to clarify things. “With Margrethe.”
“What??” He asked again, this time in shock and Ubbe just shrugged.
“This is low.” Ivar said, looking at the food in front of him. “Even for you, brother.” He completed, pointing at Hvitserk.
“Not as low as you.” Hvitserk answered, receiving a bunch of peas on his face thrown by Ivar.
“Stop tormenting your brother. This is serious.” Aslaug scolded. “How could you do this?”
“I didn’t think she was going to see It.” Hvitserk answered.
“She’s just like Ivar.” Sigurd teased.
“At least I'm not a christian and not his future wife.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Bjorn growled loudly, looking angrily at Hvitserk. “You better fix this, because if she leaves, you can forget the last few years of peace.”
“I know brother, you don’t have to remind me.”
“Then why did you fuck Margrethe in the middle of the great hall?”
“I was drunk.”
“Great explanation brother, why don’t you tell her this?” Ivar teased again.
“Ivar, don't make things worse.” Aslaug scolded once again.
The conversation went on for some time, with Hvitserk dealing with his whole family talking about his sex life, but he wasn’t really listening, your voice in his head asking him If he loved Margrethe and his lack of response, he didn’t know that, love was such a strong word for whatever happened between himself and his brother’s wife. He liked her, liked to have sex with her, he felt betrayed when she accepted to marry Ubbe, but he didn’t know If he loved her. And while those thoughts circulated inside his mouth, you were someone he felt he could love someday, someone with whom he could create a family of his own.
He marched to your room, thought about all the things he could say to you and softly knocked on your door. You didn’t answer. He insisted. This went on for a few minutes until he finally heard a few noises coming from inside, next thing was the door opening and revealing your tired shape.
“Would you forgive me?” He asked and you blinked. “Ever?”
You sighed. “Lord Hvitserk.”
He took your hand to his mouth. “It won’t happen again.” He mumbled against your skin and kissed your knuckles. “I can promise you that, If you forgive me, It won’t happen again.”
“You promise?”
That seemed a childish thing to do, asking for a promise, but that’s what you needed and you didn’t even know If you could ever trust him close to that woman, but something inside you turned your confidence into melting butter as soon as his skin touched yours, he had something you couldn’t explain, something that entranced you.
“I promise.”
After the talk, the marriage preparations were rushed, everybody feared Hvitserk could mess up again since Margrethe wouldn’t leave him alone. You could sense her circling him like a vulture, everytime you were together she would sneak around, ask for his help or something, he would smile and politely deny her and she would insist, until he’d give up and go with her, that was the worst thing about the time before the wedding.
Once the day came, all of the women in the family showed up in your room to help prepare you, your maids didn’t have much to do. Torvi brought a beautiful white gown for you, long sleeved with golden embroidment, you were mesmerized. They took you out to the river, helped you wash yourself, dressed you and braided your hair, they even put a flower crown over your head, you felt beautiful.
The ceremony wasn’t really easy for you since you weren’t totally understanding what was happening, but once the few droplets of blood touched your face, you knew It was done. You learned this that week. Hvitserk smiled and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead, another one on your cheek and finally touched your lips softly, your cheeks flushed immediately and you smiled shyly.
A feast was thrown, with lots of ale and food, people gathered around the great hall laughing and screaming with each other. Hvitserk was the happiest you ever saw him since you first met and you were letting yourself think that was because of you.
“Sigurd, now you’re the only one left.” Bjorn teased.
“I have a lot of women, brother.” He teased back, making Ivar laugh on his cup, almost gagging with liquid.
“You??? Who would want to sleep with you???” He laughed.
“Definitely more than the ones who want to sleep with you.” Sigurd rolled his eyes.
“He already has one, Sigurd.” Freydis growled, walking towards Ivar and sitting on his lap. “He doesn’t need anyone else.” Ivar smiled proudly, kissing her on the cheek.
“Sigurd, you’ll have to settle one day.” Aslaug started. “Have a family, have children. I can’t wait to see this place filled with your children.”
“I can arrange that. Don’t need to settle to bring children into this world.” He insisted, making his mother roll her eyes in anger.
“You should be content with just one woman, like your brothers.” She insisted.
“I don’t think Hvitserk can do that.” Margrethe talked for the first time during the whole feast. “He’s too insatiable, too greedy.”
The smile that was on your face slowly faded, everyone stayed in silence and eventually looked at you. You felt embarrassed, but didn’t answer, nor looked at her, you drank from your cup and stared blankly into an invisible point in front of you until Hvitserk’s beautiful emeralds showed up, a tiny smirk curling his lips up before he kissed you again, taking you by surprise. He tasted like ale and meat, strangely pleasant on your tongue when you felt It against his, both of his hands on the sides of your face for a quick moment, a feverish but quick moment.
“I already found the one who can satiate me.”
You blushed, but pride filled your tummy. Your hand met his cheek and silently thanked him for his kind gesture. After that the conversation restarted, what Margrethe said completely forgotten once Ivar and Sigurd got into another one of their fights, but Hvitserk’s eyes were still on you, he was nuzzling into your hand and you were thankful, relieved, maybe this whole thing was right after all.
By the end of the night, they took your husband by his legs and put him on their shoulders, led him to his house while your maids and the girls took you by the hand and followed. The screaming and the laughing stayed for long until they took you to the bedroom and Hvitserk kicked them out very quickly, until you were both alone.
He touched your shoulders, then your neck, lastly your cheeks.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s alright.”
“So you want to?”
You nodded.
He kissed you again. Slow. His lips softly touching yours while he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. You shivered, feeling his tongue slowly entering your mouth and massaging yours, the taste of ale was so strong It made you slightly dizzy. You pawed at his tunic, pushing the fabric with your fingers and pulling his body in until his chest pressed against yours.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. “So, so beautiful…” He took his kisses down your face, nipped at your jaw before he started pressing insistent kisses on your throat.
His hands met the straps of your bodice and started to untie until the leather garment fell on the ground around your feet. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in, making you stay on your tiptoes and hug his neck, fingers dipped in his braids.
“Come to bed.” He whispered again, holding your hand and taking you.
Carefully, Hvitserk sat you on the bed, he kissed your forehead before taking off his tunic. That was the first time you ever saw a man half naked, your cheeks flushed and you moved your gaze away from his body. Quickly, he grabbed your hands, putting them on his own abdomen. The rigid muscles tensed under your palm and you bit your lower lip, with his thumb he pulled your lip out of the grip of your teeth, slowly caressing the trembling flesh.
He softly kneeled in front of you, you felt his hands on your legs, first on your calves, then on your knees and up your thighs, his touch raised goosebumps on your heated skin, he smirked when felt you trembling. Slowly, he raised one of your legs and started spreading kisses while sliding up the hem of the dress. His mouth was sinful, wet and soft, he left a trail of saliva behind. He did the same with both of your legs until you were leaned back on your elbows and your gown was crumpled on the middle of your thighs. When his kisses went up a little further, you jolted, shooting up into a sitting position and touching his chest, slightly pushing him away.
“We don’t have to do anything.” He repeated, his hand covering the one you had on his chest.
“Just… Just… Be gentle.” You pleaded, utter embarrassment on your face.
He nodded and got up, taking you with him. His hands met your hips and took the fabric of your gown, carefully he pushed It up, sliding it off of your body leaving you only on your white chemise. Hvitserk then took you on his arms, bride style, laying you down on the bed, your head softly touching the pillows. Your hands met the sides of your face while he laid down on top of you, his hips looking for home between your legs which you allowed, opening up to accommodate him.
Hvitserk then lowered his head, his lips choosing a place on your neck to nip on, he pulled up the sheer fabric of your chemise over your chest, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. The sensitive skin of your nipple prickled even before he did anything. Lowering his head even more, your husband took one nipple in his mouth and you gasped at the new sensation, wet and warm. You fisted the sheets, eyes immediately closed while you whimpered under his ministrations.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.” He murmured after releasing one nipple with a soft pop. “All mine.” He hissed before taking the other nipple into his mouth too.
He lowered his kisses, finding the soft skin of your tummy, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of light red marks. He traced the curve of your belly button with the tip of his tongue before licking down your belly.
“W-What are you doing??” You asked when you saw where he was going, he just smirked, kept licking down your curls until he brushed against your clit and you shivered. “Serk…” You breathed the nickname you heard so many times, so easily It seemed was made for your mouth.
His eyes were dark, nothing of the beautiful emeralds you were growing used to, they had a dark shade of gray while he looked at you. He spread your legs even more, using his shoulders as support as he lapped up your folds, slowly savoring you like the sweetest wine. His tongue was soft and warm, your folds were dripping into his mouth, making him moan softly, humming in satisfaction.
You threw your head back and grabbed the sheets, your toes curled and you wined loud. You never felt that way before, your body was completely out of your control and under his power, the kind of feeling you've never experienced. He kept licking through your slit until you felt his tongue inside of you and you whimpered, a little uncomfortable. He then used his free hand to gently massage your clit, distracting you almost immediately, he buried almost his entire face between your legs as his lips curled around your clit and sucked, you started seeing white spots behind your eyelids, a tight coil forming on your belly when while your hips started to move under their own accord against his mouth. He hummed again, like he was happy you were doing that.
“Serk…” You breathed out, feeling hot and bothered as never before, like you were about to explode. You sequenced his name and your legs trembled around his head, your body went rigid and you moaned long and loud, a relaxing sensation taking over your body. He kept licking on you as you experienced the twitching and the aftershocks of the first orgasm of your life, he only stopped when you squirmed away.
When he raised his head, his mouth was wet with your slick and he had a silly smirk on his face as he climbed up on you and kissed you, making you taste your own juices on your tongue. He was quick to discard his own trousers, all while squirming to stay in between your legs again, you hugged his neck and blinked nervously.
“We don’t-” He started but you touched his lips with your fingertips.
“It’s alright.” You assured him and he nodded.
He grabbed his cock between your bodies and lined the tip with your wet folds, rubbing the head against your clit, making you shudder. He kissed you again and pushed his tip inside you, the stretch burned your walls that fluttered around him, he growled against your mouth, completely immobile.
“Can I move?” He asked you, a pained grunt, like he was using all his strength to stay still. His arms supporting his weight on each side of your head started to shake and you breathed heavily, nodding the permission he asked for.
You cried out in pain when slid a little more inside, his lips brushing against yours as he stopped again, but you pressed your fingers on his nape, a silent consent for him to keep going, he looked at you with true concern, his eyes glossy as he slowly entered you until he bottomed out completely and you mewled loudly, closing your eyes.
Hvitserk spread kisses all over your face, wetting his lips with the insistent tears falling down your cheeks, he burned inside you like wildfire, the stretch was almost unbearable.
“Sweetheart… I’m going to pull out…” He hissed, seeing how painful this was for you.
“No… Just… Give me a minute…” You breathed out, opening your eyes to look at him. “Would you… Would you kiss me, please?” You pleaded with hooded eyes.
“Of course.” He answered softly, touching your lips with his feverishly, it’s messier than the other kisses he gave you, sloppier, his teeth brushing against your lips and his tongue massaging yours obscenely, within minutes you’re deep into his spell again, trembling hands on his neck, tugging at his hair and slightly untying his braids.
Noticing you’re distracted, he moved, pulling out a little and slowly coming back, you mewled into his mouth, your walls fluttering around him but he doesn’t know If it’s because of the pain or pleasure. So he pulled away from your lips, smiling a little when you followed blindly reaching for his mouth, moving under him and pulling him in a little more. He grunted under his breath, sighing heavily while trying not to think about the way your walls feel around him.
Suddenly his forehead is against your lips, his eyes are closed, all of the veins on his arms are visible and puffed, you touched his biceps and he shuddered on top of you. Pride filled your heart knowing you were the one doing this to him, you wanted to do more so you moved your hips up, the burn inside you reduced a bit and you moved again, Hvitserk moaned.
“Sweetheart… Don’t do this.” He pleaded, a breathed beg, his breathing fanning against your chest. A groan left his lips and you felt his cock twitching inside you, the foreign feeling a little overwhelming but not causing any discomfort.
“Please move.” You hissed and he immediately obeyed, like his body was just waiting another sign of consentment. He pulled out a little and slid right back in, you felt the burn and mewled. “Keep moving.” You pleaded again and he growled, doing exactly what you asked.
Hvitserk slowly moved inside you, trying his best not to hurt you, but he never felt that way before, buried inside you felt better than anything he ever felt, It truly felt like Valhala and you looked like a Goddess, blissed out under him, taking all of him so well. He wanted you to feel just as good as he felt, he dived his hand between your bodies and gently touched your clit, you shuddered, that touch being the first real pleasure you felt since he slipped inside you.
He kept massaging your puffy clit, looking at your parted lips as he slightly changed the angle of his hips, searching for that spot inside you. You mewled when he found, fluttering at the new position, widening your eyes and staring at him when you felt that same tingle from before, he smiled when he noticed. He kept thrusting into you, always searching for that spot, always pressing on your clit, but the way you gripped him, he wouldn’t last long.
When he picked up his pace, you felt the burn again, but Hvitserk was deep into his pleasure, he needed to finish, so you hugged him, close, trying not to focus on anything but the gentle tugs on your clit. However, he knew he needed to be faster, so he did, a few more thrusts and he was gone, his hips slapping up yours sloppily quick until he stopped completely and you felt the twitch of his cock, the warmth of his spend inside you and the rough noises coming from his throat.
“I’m sorry.” He pleaded before raising his head up to look at you. Your hands met the side of his face and you smiled tiredly at him. “It won’t hurt this much next time.”
“I know.”
Quickly, Hvitserk moved, getting up from the bed he walked out of the room and came back with a bowl full of water and a clean towel. You watched as he cleaned between your legs with the wet cloth, gently washing away the pink stains on the soft skin of your thighs. When he was done, he put the bowl on the ground and moved to lay down by your side, pulling you in so you could lay on his chest, one of his hands softly touching your hair while the other grabbed your own, tangled your fingers and pulled it towards his lips, he started spreading kisses on your knuckles.
“Will you make me happy, Hvitserk?” You asked all of a sudden.
“That’s the only thing I can do from now on.”
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How the Ragnarssons Would React to You Being a Warrior
*Warnings- talks of sex, drinking, suggestive nature, this one also has talks violence
(As always gifs are not mine and I do not claim credit for them. Thank you to the creators !)
Bjorn Ironside :
- Not saying it would a requirement but . . . . you know it would definitely help your relationship if you can hold you own in battle
- If you both met on the battle field fighting for the same cause UUGHHH he would be swooning
- Personally I feel like y'all he would realize his feelings for you during Paris, if you were there *hint hint*
- Now all this being said he would still prefer for you to stay close to his side
- This man would have such a protective instinct over you I swear to the gods
- Bjorn would also gift you a necklace with mjolnir as well as protective metal garb with runes of the gods blessed at Uppsala
- Before every battle he wouldn't voice his worries or that he loves you he would simply place his hands on your face and rest his forehead on yours <3
Ubbe :
- I say this with my whole chest HE IS LOOKING RESPECTFULLY
- This man would see you as an equal and even ask you for battle strategies when the time comes
- Whether you two are together platonic ally, romantically, etc. he would always make sure to give you something of his so you have to return it to him after the battle ("If you don't I will drag you from the halls of the gods and kill you myself" He would have that signature smirk that he got from his father lmao)
- Eventually if you start giving him stuff of your own before battle he would be over the moon and you would be lucky if he doesn't propose right then and there
- He is a man of words and action so directly after the fighting has ceased would search for you and then engulf you in his arms talking of how great you were and How proud the gods are of all those who fought along side y'all
Hvitserk
- Kinda feel like this man would be fairly indifferent. Don't get me wrong, hes proud ( a wee bit confused) such a person would choose to be with him gods he'd nearly drop over dead but other than that its business as usual
- Perhaps it would allow him to feel comfy with being more rough when it comes to your sex life if you know what I mean
- Now we all know that this poor man has a drinking problem annnnnd after every battle victorious or not you both will go drinking mead . . . . eventually you of course would have to cut him off
- While drinking though you guys would be sloppily tending to each others wounds
- Cuddlying will ensue no questions asked (he prefers being little spoon but does not mind having you laying on top of him attached like a little Koala)
Sigurd
- Now lets get this all sorted Sigurd doesn't love physical confrontation unlike some of his brothers *couch* Ivar *cough*
BUT he would find it so hot when you have that after battle look (as long as you're not injured of course) when you are covered in sweat and blood
- Don't ask if he does though because he will fiercely deny it
- Once everything is said and done you can bet he will tackle you with the most passionate hug and kisses no matter who is watching
- When that is finally out of his system he'll take you to get a bath where he'll scrub you down while humming a song he can't quite remember then he will "graciously" let you clean him up too
Ivar the Boneless
- I am going to politely say this once and I will not be repeating myself Ivar will have you on his side if you are a good fighter we all witnessed what with Bishop Heahmund
- But seriously if you are true to him and loyal (though if we are being honest with each other he is just suspicious everyones loyalty no matter who they are) he really could not give a damn
- Well that is what he'd tell you but every once in a while he might just bring you to where he is standing away from the battle purely for strategical reasons of course
- Off the field this man will give you tips and even train with you. Teaching you how to fight like him, to be sly, to be quick, and to think on your feet
- Now as amazing as this all sounds there is the downside of having to calm him down when hes angry and even fighting some of his personal battles like when someone gives him a tough time. I believe its fair to say that you can get protective over him even if he doesn't need your protection
Ragnar the Younger
- Kinda like Bjorn I'm not gonna say its a requirement that you are fighter however you know it won't hurt you know
- Now as I am sure we are all aware family is so important to Ragnar so if you are fighting for his family's cause be it Uthreds, his own, or his fathers he would already admire you
- Gods if you are ever put in a positions where you saved his life hed be like well damn guess I have found the one and he would be eternally grateful
- He's the type of person who would allow you to have your own life and he will have his and you both will meet in the middle and if suddenly in life you decide hey I want to be a badass warrior he would more than willing to help you train and then let you be on your merry way (he is proud of you do not worry)
- After every battle cue him frantically searching the field praying to Tyr and Thor and Odin and Freyja and whoever that would listen that you were alive and when he finds you expect to his a bright smile despite his physical state
Uthred of Bebbanburg
- He has a thing for warriors. No questions.
- Uthred will playfully fight you and even jokingly challenge to draw the square for a duel. Gods help you if you accept, he will not go easy on you and if you think he would you are wrong.
- If you have sworn your sword to him, he would treat you as a friend, a companion. He would even see you as someone he could trust with his life seeking you out for advice (even when he didn't need it)
- Now if you had sworn your sword to someone else and you were a good warrior he will stand with you to the best of his ability. IF said person was King Alfred you and him would be attached by the hip
- Idk if you all know that one scene in star wars with Kylo and Rey
- this scene this is how you both would fight, together and in unison
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Sweeter than honey.. Part 2
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.
Masterlist
3 months later....
You spent the last 3 months picking up the pieces. Ivar and Hvitserk were with you all the way, Ubbe and Bjorn too when they were in town. The only brother you didn't see the past 6 months was Sigurd. You two weren't particulary close especially since Ivar was closer to you and they hated eachother. Sigurd had a way to always get under Ivar's skin. That day you got home to an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to the door. You went to the livingroom to find Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd on the couch playing on the ps5.
-I love all the pillows in my room, thanks (Y/n). - said Sigurd with a cocky smile on his face.
-Yea no, i'm renting that room, you can take the couch or i dont care, but not my room.
Ivar sighed at his brother as he got up from the couch, walking up to oyu and putting a hand around your waist.
-Or maybe we could share your bed? - he leaned in close, and you didn't see but Ivar and Hvitserk sat there with clenched jaws, barely holding back.
-In your dreams asshat. - you said before twirling out of his arms sitting between Hvitserk and Ivar on the couch.
-So where am i gonna go then? - he asked suddenly pissed.
-Well you can take mine, i have a date anyways. - said Ivar standing up to leave.
-Good luck tiger. - you smiled at him snuggling up to Hvitserk.
-Wait, you don't have a date tonight doll? - Hvitserk held you closer as you heard the front door closing, Sigurd leaving after Ivar.
-No, not after the last time. - you say with a sigh.
-Why? Was he an asshole? Do i need to go and find him? - he asked wriggling his eyebrows.
-Nah, he was fine. Except for... -you say motioning downwards.
-Was it too small? - he mocked you, as he curled a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
-Nah, it was average, but.. he.. um.. - you felt suddenly shy, you shared everything with them, but right now, in his arms, looking up at him, only you realized how close he was. - you know when they are like.. go in without foreplay, finish in 10 seconds and ask you if you finished?
He laughed as he nuzzled your nose.
-Pretty girl left high and dry? tsk tsk, but no i don't know that. Actually i can't imagine that.. i mean how sexy when a woman is begging for me to let her go and don't make her come the 4th time? - he said cheekily as your breathing hitched. -Ah, what's with the blush? Was it long ago?
-Oh um.. i .. not really, i mean... i .. i usually just help myself.. - you said shrugging your shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.
-Oh yea? And i never heard you?
-You're never home when i get home from these "awesome" dates. - you said smirking before you go to the kitchen to get yourself a vodka with applejuice. That was your go-to. You don't notice how he watched your butt in your oh-so-short shorts you usually wear at home.
When you get back to the couch you decided on a Shameless marathon. A few hours and a few drinks later you and Hvitserk are out on the balcony smoking quietly. He stands behind you, his front to your back as he snakes an arm around you.
-I could help you though. - he murmurs before gently nuzzling into your neck.
-With what?
-Well i could show you a good time. - he said kissing your neck.
-Don't fool around Hvitty.
-Not fooling. - he whispered as he started to nip at your ear. Making you sigh as you try to clench your thighs together without him noticing.
-Hvitserk.. - you whimper. - we shouldn't do this.. we're friends since forever..
-All the more reason to do it. We know eachother, we are comfortable, it's safe.. cmon (Y/n), let's have some fun.. Those bastards won't be back until tomorrow.. - he said as his hands started to roam around you while he was kissing your neck again.
-With one condition. - you said as you turned in his arms, one hand immediately settling on your butt as the other held you flush to him as he nodded waiting for your conditions. - you won't tell your stupid brothers, and we don't let it fuck up our friendship. it's just a one time thing.
-Whatever you want princess. - he says before gently kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen it. You didn't even noticed that he started to walk you back into the apartment and to his room, until he pushed you back to his now closed door, hands going under your thighs as he held you up.
He then slowly walked to his bed with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. He gently put you in the bed before breaking the kiss as he hovered over you with a small smile. Eyes searching for yours.
-Can i? - he said as his hand played with the hem of your shirt, and you nod shyly. He took it off his hand smoothing over your skin gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gently hooking into the waistband of your short, leaving you in your under wear. He kisses anywhere he can before settling between your legs, teasing with featherlight touches over your clothed nub, and the very sides of your folds. You never felt this turned on in your life, it made you more talkative that you usually were.
-Hvitserk.. please... - you moaned quietly, as he nuzzled his nose into your panties. He licked a slow strip upwards, and you could feel yourself soaking your panties. He gently hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them to the side before he started to lick you. The gentleness didn't lasted too long before hestarted to eat you out like a starving man. Noone ever ate you out like this, almost as if they were all bored, but not Hvitserk, he seemed to actually get off of your pleasure which made you even hornier. But when you were at the brink of coming, and your hands found his hair he suddenly stopped. And with a smirk he climbed over you kissing you playfully, making you taste yourself. You sighed.
-That's mean... - you said pouting.
-I know baby, but no touching for you. Tonight's about you. So keep your hands to yourself or i'll tie you to my bed. - he winked at you before his hand wandered to your already soaked mound. His small touches made you shiver as you looked at him pleading. Your eyes shut the moment he slipped two fingers inside of you so you didn't see the loving look on his face as you slowly came undone on his fingers, in his bed, your hands clutching the bedframe. You were a good girl, his good girl, at least in this moment. He helped you ride out your high before settling himself between your legs. Somewhere along the way he got naked, and you couldn't help but admire his body under your lashes. He searched for a rubber in his drawer when you interrupted him.
-Forget that shit, im on the pill and im clean. - he never in his life dove in faster before, lining himself up and paaainfully slowly sinking himself into you. When he was seated fully, he leaned in t o kiss you as he felt you fluttering around him. He was nibbling on your lips, member still unmoving when you started to grind your hips making him moan into your mouth.
-You'll be the death of me. - he said before he picked up his pace. You were moaning under him, hands still holding the bedframe. - Taking me so well... If i knew you'd feel like heaven i'd try something sooner.. - he cooed.
He pushed down your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
-Hvitserk.. - you moaned his name and he felt you fluttering around himself.
-C'mon baby.. give me one more.. - he said as he kissed your sternum, his pace still unforgiving as you came undone under him a second time. At this point you barely knew anything else than his name. He moved slowly inside of you now. Smiling at your blissful state, peppering kisses wherever he could. He put one hand over your wrists as he pickud up his speed again his other hand holding your waist, surely leaving marks.
-You have one more sweetheart.. i can feel it.. want you to cum with me. - he growled. You felt so good around him. snug and velvety. He was hooked.
-Hvitty.. Hvitty... - you moaned as you neared your third orgasm. He took his hand from your waist and started rubbind circles around your oversensitive clit, making you come undone again, and the fluttering of your walls pushed him over the edge too. He caressed your body harsly as he painted your walls white, collapsing on top of you, gathering you in his arms. He placed your hands around his neck then swiped a few locks of your hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.
He cleaned you up, and took you in his arms. The drinks in your system made you forget that he won't leave the next morning, but you fell asleep regardless. He couldn't though. He watched you sleep in his arms in your naked glory. You were peaceful and perfect. You fit in his arms just as perfectly as you fit around Him.
He will try to think of something. He promised after all..
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The next day you woke up in Hvitserks arms. A slight panic on your face as you realize that you are very much naked, and not in your room, and you can hear Ivar and Ubbe in the kitchen.
You slap Hvitserk awake.
-You gotta help me. If they figure i slept in here i'm never gonna hear the end of it. - you said to him pissed.
-Mkay baby, just. sleep a bit more. - he said trying to snuggle closer to you. That's when you hear a knock on the door.
-Hvitty, you decent? i'm coming in! - said Ubbe as you basically jump and hide in the closet. You forget your shorts and shirt, muttering a small shit as the door opens and Ubbe finds Hvitserk laying in his bed, the duvet over his nether parts.
-WHat's up Ubbe? - he asks in his morning voice.
-You seen (Y/n) yet? She's usually up by now, i wanted to ask if she'd be up to a double date. There's this girl, Margrethe and she says she'll only go on a date with me if i bring someone for his brother.
-I've been sleeping until now, maybe she went for a run or some shit. - he said indifferent but you could see his jaw clenching when Ubbe mentioned the brother of this girl.
When Ubbe left the room, thankfully not noticing your clothing or so you thought.. Hvitserk invited them out for a smoke so you can sneak out and into your room.
When you emerged again it was as if you had just slept in. You started to make coffee. Ivar popped up next to you, Ubbe and Hvitserk on the other side of the counter.
-Hey princess,had a long night? - teased Ivar.
-Yea, we had a shameless marathon adn drank a bit. WHo knew that a drinking game where you drink everytime there's nipples, boobs, butts and dicks will get you drunk in no time.. - you said laughing a bit.
-I wouldn't drink unless they are yours. - winked Ivar and you felt a blush creep up your neck. - wait wait.. what do we have here? - he said as he gently brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing a hickey.
-Oh shut it, date 3 nights ago. - you said, trying to save face. You knew damn well that it was from Hvitserk, and also that date finished in 10 second, not paying attention to oyu... no way he would've leave a hickey. You brushed your hair back, briefly looking over at Hvitserk who had a cocky smile on his face.
-You finally got laid? Way to go babe! Now that calls for a celebration, all of us, in the club, tonight. No excuses. - said Ivar. - Ubbe you can bring your girl and her brother too.
That made Hvitserk clench his jaw again. He's not gonna let that bastard get close to you.
-Be pretty. - said Ivar kissing your cheek before leaving with Ubbe who was already on the phone with Margrethe. Leaving you and Hvitserk staring at eachother.
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At the club...
You were out on the dancefloor, the boys were up in the VIP when Ubbe and Margethe and her brother Harik arrived. When Ubbe asked them where you were, Ivar smirked and pointed at you. A single light on you as you danced, a swarm of men and women dancing around you, kind of fighting for your attention.
-You didn't say she was a goddess... - said Harik already licking his lips as he stalked to you as if you were his prey. Margrethe sat down between Ubbe and Hvitserk and started flirting with them both. Ubbe didn't mind, they usually share women but this time Hvitserk seemed reluctant. Nothing a bit of magic powder wouldn't solve though. The boys started to party, as Harik started to hit on you. You didn't give a shit about him occasionally smiling at him as you danced as if you had heard what he said. The truth is you didn't give a shit. You had enough alcohol in your system to think that maybe you could go for Hvitserk tonight too. You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came out again, you were yanked back into a hard chest. Harik whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body. You would've been happy if this was Hvitserk, but no, not Harik. You elbowed him in the crotch when nothing else worked and ran. You felt so vunerable, so humiliated your tears started to fall as you ran through the dance floor, back up to the vip for your bag so you can leave.
-Shit, (Y/n), whats wrong? - asked Bjorn with concern, You just shook your head and saw Hvitserk and Ubbe all over Margrethe.. it was ok for Ubbe, but it wasn't a full 24 hours since Hvitserk came in you... You grabbed your bag, running out of the club. Only Bjorn noticed and then a fuming Harik came and grabbed Margrethe from between his brothers.
-Deals off. The bitch elbowed me in the crotch when i tried to get her to blow me near the toilets... - he said fuming.
Bjorn stood up, so did Ivar, shoving the girl he tongue fighted a minute ago.
-She's not a bitch, and maybe she didn't elbow you if you'd be the gentleman you said you were. She can smell a douche from a mile. - said Bjorn before taking his jacket and going after you.
He found you near the back alley, crying. He walked up to you and hugged you close.
-Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're safe. Ivar will take care of the bastard i promise. - you sniffled into his chest as he held you even thighter.
-I-i just- i... i was so terrified. I though hes gonna... he's gonna..... he had an arm around my neck and his other hand already started to... i ...
-Shhh. it's okay.. i just told it to Ivar, - he said pocketing his phone - now, let's get you home allright? - he asked with concern.
When you got home, he followed you to your room.
-Do you need anything sweetheart?
-I.. i don't wanna be alone... could you stay? At least until someone comes home? - you asked sniffling.
-Course i can stay. Scoot over. - he said as he got into your bed, making you lay your head on his chest, his hand gently drawing circles on your back. Your dress had a lowcut back, so he was caressing your skin. You slowly snaked a hand on his stomach snuggling closer. You put your leg over his. His touch caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin, and you heard a low chuckle.
-You cold sweetheart?
-Nah, these kind of caresses just make me horny. - you said noticing that he did not stop. You felt brave enough so you snaked your hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gently scratching it, you earned a sigh and a kiss to the top of your head.
-Playing a dangerous game there... - he growled and you giggled gently scratching further down, stopping just above his belt.
-Love games. - you whispered as you started to undo his belt buckle and his pants, grabbing his already hard member through his briefs. He grabbed you and made you staddle him. Looking you in the eye. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly as if asking for permisson, but when his hands grabbed your thighs and he licked your lower lip asking for an opportonutiy to deepen the kiss, you were gone. You didn't want the slow foreplay, you wanted to touch him all over. You gently scooted down, freeing his member. He tried to protest but you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of sucking him, so thats just what you did. You licked from the base to the tip, making him groan as you took him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, hand stroking what you couldn't take in your mouth.
-Jesus (Y/n).. - he said his hand taking a handful of your hair. He moaned and you felt him twitch in your hold. You released him with a loud pop. And climbed on him for a kiss.
He spanked your butt, making you moan before he shoved his hand between you two.
-Sucking me off made you this wet? - he asked fingers gently teasing your etrance. You just nod with a smirk. - such a good girl. - he said as he lined himself up with your needy hole, and you sank down on him. Hips gently moving back and forth as you rode him. You were a sight to behold. He held your hips, kissed your neck and collarbones. He could see your nipples poking through your dress. He took it off, and kissed your chest all over. Mumbling sweet nothings on your skin, pulling orgasms from you, before spilling his seed inside of you. He then pulled you close, dick still inside you. You fell asleep like that. In his hold, feeling safe and content.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but a note on the bedside table.
I wish i could've stayed and held you, but i couldn't risk my brothers finding me there. We would never hear the end of it. Someday though ;)...
You smiled at the sweetness of it, before heading to the shower.
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Burden to Bear
A/N: As you can see I couldn’t choose between the two gifs. This ended up longer than it probably should have. Not edited. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,892
Pairing: Hvitserk x fem!reader (ft. Ivar)
Warnings: Violence, language, kidnapping, taunting, and death
You were a prisoner in your own home. Invaders from the north raided and plundered your land. They hadn’t simply pillaged, they had made camp. They treated themselves to the food, treasures, and women.
At night, you prayed and would cover your ears whenever you heard the screams. The awful screams of someone else’s pain that you could do nothing about. It was too much. Too brutal. You had been lucky to haven’t endured such an atrocious act.
The person who had found you was a fair blue-eyed man. He didn’t yell or use force when he found your hiding spot. He simply gazed at you in admiration. He beckoned you out with soft gentle words. You didn’t want to abandon your safe haven but when others barged in with hostility you found yourself running behind the man seeking any sort of barrier from these bloodied broad men.
Your captor held some sort of power. He walked with a crutch and held no weapon but he was respected for when he spoke on your behalf, they left you alone entirely.
The man had shown you kindness and kept you in a room. You had been grateful not to be in chains.
You bide your time. There was an advantage with it just being him and no one else. All you had to worry about was the others that were beyond the house.
When the opportunity did present itself, you did escape that was when you learned the hard way how fortunate you had been being kept away. You stumbled upon piles of bodies, an animal sacrifice, people fornicating in various areas, and interrupted some sort of ritual going on. You were beyond terrified and in your state of panic, Ivar had captured you once more but this time you went willingly.
Several days had passed, too many to count. Every day was much of the same: Ivar coming into the room to try and talk, giving you food, and then locking the door.
You were grateful to at least be in a grand room. Though there were no windows. No light to tell you what time of day it was. You felt as if you were withering day by day. A little piece of yourself chipping away. You saw no one else but Ivar and it sickened you to think that you craved a little interaction with the man who held you captive.
Your captor, Ivar would try and coax you to speak to him but you’d turn your head to look elsewhere. He’d speak in a soft comforting voice. He’d tell you all sorts of things such as he would never harm you, provide you with the best care but couldn’t let you go, and how he can give you a life full of happiness if your heart would allow it.
He cared for you which was confusing. This man didn’t know you, just as you didn’t know him. He spoke how his gods whispered in his ear how you were there for a purpose. He took it as a sign that you were for him to love and cherish.
His gods were nothing more than false deities he and his people chose to live by as a way to do inexplicable acts without consequence. So that’s why every night you chose to ignore Ivar even going so far as not eating the food he provided.
You prayed for a miracle. Something or someone to save you from this hell.
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“I heard you’re hiding a great beauty from me, brother,” Hvitserk spoke as he approached Ivar who was guarding the house that the men had told him about. Word had spread far and wide that Ivar had conquered yet another village but was reluctant to move on, all because of a mysterious woman he wanted to coax into loving him.
Hvitserk didn’t hesitate to jump on a boat and sail here. He hadn’t forgiven his brother for all that he’s done. He wanted to make Ivar pay. Killing him would be too easy so he’d take little by little until Ivar will only be a shell of a man.
“What if I am?” Ivar’s posture was defensive. His blue eyes were bright and alert at the arrival of his brother.
“I’m just a little curious as to why you’d do such a thing? The men have said you’ve been hiding her in this home. She’s left unbound, fed better than most, and isn’t being used for pleasure or for labor work. Why is that, Ivar? Do you have a new obsession I’m unaware of?” When Ivar said nothing, Hvitserk smiled condescendingly. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” Hvitserk took a step forward only for Ivar to stop him with his crutch.
Hvitserk looked down crossed between his inner anger and smugness. He hit a nerve within Ivar and he wanted to keep at it.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that brother.” Ivar dug his crutch deeper into the wood making his point known.
Hvitserk clicked his tongue in distaste. “Why not?”
“We both know why you came here. You’re not here on my behalf but your own.”
Hvitserk’s mouth quirked into a smile. He would not make it easy on his brother.
“Don’t want me to tarnish your precious jewel as you did mine?” This time when Hvitserk spoke, he looked at Ivar. His expression now became serious as he thought of Thora and the fate that Ivar sentenced her. She was burned alive. One of the worst possible things a person can befall. She was nothing short of sweet and Ivar did that to her. Hvitserk’s nostril flared as he got in Ivar’s face. “What would you do if I were to taint your precious jewel? Would you look at her differently? Would you still want her or would you let me have her?” He asked, cocking his head.
“She’s not to be touched,” Ivar spoke through clenched teeth.
Hvitserk chuckled. “Like you did with Thora?”
Ivar sighed heavily. “It was different with Thora.”
“How was it different? You burned her alive.” Hvitserk had his fists clenched. He had to remind himself not to pummel his brother just yet, afraid that if he did so, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ivar didn’t deserve to die just yet not until he suffered first.
“If you were in my position of power you would’ve done the same,” Hvitserk shook his head but Ivar kept going. “You would eliminate any and all those oppose to your rule.”
Each time Ivar spoke it only infuriated Hvitserk more.
“That’s the difference between us, brother,” Hvitserk seethed. “I wouldn’t have ordered a family to be killed. Only cowards have others do their bidding.” He got close to Ivar making sure he’s to hear what he has to say. “If I’m to do something drastic, I’d do it myself.”
He pushed away the crutch from Ivar’s grasp and then kicked his foot before walking past. Before Hvitserk could make it too far, Ivar crawled and grasped his legs tripping Hvitserk too.
They scrambled on the floor kicking up dust and dirt.
Hvitserk was quick to jump on top reaching for Ivar’s crutch and hitting him once with full force knocking his brother out cold. He breathed heavily getting high off the adrenaline he was feeling.
Hvitserk stood up looking around to see that no one was in sight to see the brothers quarreling. He gathered himself and headed straight for the house where Ivar’s prized treasure resided. He checked every room until there stood but one.
He turned the handle only to find it locked. He muttered profanities at his frustration then brought out his knife trying to pry the lock loose. After several minutes, he gave up and decided that perhaps he was wasting his time.
He started to walk away when thoughts of Ivar arose. He thought of his Thora and how helpless she was against his brother. He used that to fuel his anger. He turned around quickly and kicked at the door with newfound fury. It didn’t budge, but at the sound of it, he was sure he could get in if he persisted, so that’s what he did.
Little by little the door started to crack under the pressure. As the wood started to splinter Hvitserk kicked harder than the last. He used all his energy in one final attempt and the door gave way bursting open.
Upon entering the establishment Hvitserk eyed the room disgusted at how big it was. He was angry with the fact that Ivar provided a stranger, no a slave, with this much luxury while warriors slept outside.
He was so very angry that his Thora was dead by being burned alive while this woman was being doted on by his brother.
His eyes wandered looking for the woman in question. There was hardly any place to hide so he looked at the bed knowing she was under there. He stood on one side before he got down on his hands and knees to look underneath.
He saw her scrambling away on the other side to get away. He smiled then stood upright just as she had. His smile began to falter as they locked eyes, both breathing heavily.
Looking at her felt familiar somehow. At that moment, he didn’t want to hurt her like he intended. He was more confused than anything just like she seemed to be as she stared back completely ignoring the broken-down door that she could just as easily run out of.
Hvitserk kept clenching and unclenching his jaw as he debated with himself. He felt something. A different feeling that had his heart racing, only more soothingly. He took in the features of your face and how brightly your eyes shined. He liked how delicate you looked but also a sense of capability. Knowing that you can hold your own despite not being a warrior. He wanted to approach you carefully without scaring you off.
You looked back at the stranger before you trying to catch your breath. After hearing him trying to break the door down you thought the worse but now he stood there simply staring.
There was something in the way he looked at you that you hoped he wouldn’t do anything to cause harm. It was as if your eyes were communicating what your souls couldn’t.
It was a strange feeling to try and put trust in him. This beautiful stranger. He lowered his head but didn’t break eye contact as he tried to take a step around the bed that barricaded you two.
Your breath hitched watching him try to get closer. He was still dangerous. The fact that he had weapons on him proved so. You clenched your dress trying to stable yourself but not being able to move whether from fright or curiosity.
He raised his hands in the air you gathered as a means to calm you.
He was only able to take a few steps before he kicked the leftover food you hadn’t eaten. The plate clattering on the floor is what snapped you out of it. He closed his eyes already knowing he messed up. When he looked up you had already taken off towards the door and out of the house you’d been confined in.
You knew the layout of the land but not where they had set out headquarters. All you knew were the areas to avoid the last time you escaped. The best option was to head towards the open hills that led into the woods. It would expose you but if you made it to the woods, there was a chance.
It was a risk you were willing to take. You took off in a sprint ignoring the yells and horns. Your heart was pumping as your only focus was the woods just ahead, so close yet so far.
You didn’t dare look back, fearing that what you see will stop you completely. When an arrow pierced a spot just a few inches away that’s when you began to alternate your running to throw them off course.
Upon entering the woods, you hadn’t looked to see where you were going and tripped on a tree branch. Just as soon as you fell an ax pierced the tree ahead, mere seconds from killing you hadn’t you been tripped.
Your knee burned and your hands were scraped but you swallowed back the pain and continued on. Survival was your only option. You began to breathe heavily growing tired. These men knew how to hunt and would be in their element hunting you in here. You tried not to let those thoughts deter you from your goal.
The sounds grew louder but you kept going.
It all abruptly stopped when you were tackled from behind. Your face was dug in the dirt before you were hauled up.
“Fast little bitch, aren’t ya?” There were a total of five men all circling you. The one that caught you pushed you into another.
“So this is what she looks like,” he gripped your chin harshly as he examined you head to toe. That’s when you spit at him.
“Whore,” he seethed before slapping you to the ground. The man you spat on clutched the front of your dress lifting you towards him. Before he could do anything a sword was unsheathed and a grunt was heard followed by a thump.
The man let you go and stepped back as he looked at something behind you.
You sat up and looked behind to see the same stranger from before. His sword was bloodied and the man he killed was lying face down. He had a different expression on his face now.
“Hvitserk,” the man spoke in surprise. “We were only trying to apprehend your brother’s possession.”
“He will not be too pleased to see that you have inflicted pain on her.”
Your heart raced at hearing him speak.
The man he spoke to said nothing in return making you wonder what type of authority he held.
Hvitserk wiped the blood on the dead man’s shirt before he sheathed his weapon. He approached you carefully. He bent down on his knees and raised his hand cautiously before touching your face near where you had been slapped.
“Does it hurt?”
You closed your eyes hating that his touch was gentle and how he was making your heart race. This was the enemy. You opened your eyes seeing that he was still here and waiting.
You nodded, “it stings.”
“They’ll pay for ever laying a hand on you. This I swear.”
You believed his words knowing that he’d see it through. He brushed your hair aside and then gathered you in his arms as he began to walk back. As he was walking all you could do was stare up at him in wonder.
“What are you going to do with me?”
He clenched his jaw and sighed. “I don’t know yet.” He seemed to be just as conflicted.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
At this, he looked down at you. “Don’t trouble yourself with all these questions. My brother will take care of you. The best thing for us both is for me to leave.”
You inclined your head to take a better look at him. Ivar was his brother? He was going to leave after your encounter? It was unexplainable but you felt a little down after hearing all of this.
“Take me with you.”
Hvitserk let out a chuckle thinking you were joking then it died down once he saw your serious expression. He stopped walking and lightly touched your bruised cheek. “I can’t guarantee your safety especially since I fully intended on hurting you to get at Ivar. I’m not a good man. None of us are.”
You grasped his hands in yours, desperate to just leave this place.
“I know you won’t let anything happen to me.” You looked down, a bit bashful for what you were about to say. “I feel a connection with you and I know we’re unlikely partners. Ivar will never let it happen and he won’t ever let me go. I don’t have to stay with you long, just somewhere safe.”
Hvitserk gently tipped your chin up to look into his eyes. He was closer than he was before and you hadn’t noticed. “My brother has a temper. He may say he loves you now but betray him and leave with me, there’s a possibility he’ll come to kill you. Are you willing to take the risk?”
You nodded. You were going by instinct and they were telling you to trust Hvitserk rather than Ivar.
You both sat out on that hill looking at each other knowing that there would be a mess once you both left but there needed to be a plan. First, he needed to deal with the men who had hurt you. Second, dealing with Ivar once he awoke. Third, plan the escape. Fourth, leaving it all behind and forgetting the consequences.
That night the man who shot his arrows at you was pierced by multiple. The man who threw his ax was decapitated. The man who slapped you had lost both his hands. The rest were hanged.
The executions were all ordered out by Hvitserk himself.
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↳ Pairing. Hvitserk Ragnarsson.
↳ Summary. Hvitserk is kind of in love with his brother’s slave.
↳ Word count. 3.3K.
↳ Warnings. Violence (a random man tries to force stuff but failed, it is not detailed), death (none of the main characters), smut.
↳ Note. Let’s flip things around as they’re in the show with Ivar being obsessed with a slave that is close with his brothers. Also, this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s bad (i know it is).
He thinks he’s doing amazing at hiding his feelings, for he doesn’t want to give too much information on it so nobody takes it from him, but if there’s one thing everyone in Kattegat knows is how in love Prince Hvitserk is with you, Ivar’s personal slave.
From what he knows, you haven’t even had sex with his little brother and Ivar actually treats you well, which is already confusing for Hvitserk, and everybody. The first thing that caught his attention from you was the way you treat his brother and the way Ivar never seems to get angry at you, it’s almost as if you were Floki, the person that Ivar adores.
“You need a warm bath,” You murmur to Ivar when all the brothers are sitting in the great hall. You were doing your respective chores but always keeping an eye on your prince, and Hvitserk would always silently wish that he was the center of your attention instead.
“I don’t,” Ivar snarls rolling his eyes and all the slaves around gasp when you softly smack his shoulder.
“Yes you do, I haven’t finished cleaning all the tables and you have made more faces than ever,” You tell him, your tone not disrespectful but not trembling like every other slave that talks to Ivar. “It’s getting cold, your legs are hurting. I can see it.”
“It always surprises me how you never seem to get angry at her,” Ubbe says, smiling at you. “Knowing that you’re always angry.”
“Because she never treated me differently ever since she was brought here,” Ivar says, taking his crutches from you. “She takes care of me and my legs without making me feel like a fucking hindrance.”
As soon as you put one of Ivar’s arms around you Hvitserk jumps from his seat.
“I’ll help you,” He says to Ivar and the man in question just chuckle.
For months Hvitserk has settled with being close to you like that. He would offer to help Ivar to do his things knowing that you would be following not so far behind.
“Also, she is my pride,” Ivar tells Ubbe when you are almost at the door and Hvitserk looks at his feet. “Knowing that all my brothers want what's mine.”
Hvitserk doesn’t say anything and just keeps helping his brother.
It’s not Ivar that stops Hvitserk from seducing you, it’s you. You don’t talk to the others like you do with your prince, you don’t serve them unless there are not slaves around and you have to, you don’t even look interested in them and as much as he wants you, Ubbe has taught him that first, you need to want him in order to make you his.
“Give me a moment, my prince, I need to heat the water,” You murmur to Ivar who takes his arm from around you.
When you’re out of their sight Ivar looks at his brother with a teasing smile.
“When are you going to stop following my slave around, mhm?” He asks with a teasing tone and Hvitserk sighs. “Are you not tired of pretending that you want to help me just to be close to her?”
“When did you find out?” Hvitserk whispers and Ivar laughs.
“The day mother made her my personal slave,” He answers and his brother sucks a breath. “Everybody knows, just so you know.”
“W-what?” Hvitserk tries to distract himself by moving the tub for his brother while Ivar is sitting on a chair.
“What? You thought nobody knew? She is my slave, of course, I’m going to be aware of how other men look at her, especially if their eyes are full of lust.” He shrugs.
“Have you…?”
“No, I haven’t had sex with her,” Ivar answers the question that has been eating his brother alive and decides to help him a little more. “I decided I would never force myself on her, for she’s the only one that treats me like a human being, but if you want my advice, you will never have her if you don’t talk to her.”
“I thought she was yours.” Hvitserk says and Ivar nods.
“Oh, she is, but what kind of prince would I be if I don’t let my slave enjoy herself?” He hums and points a finger at his brother. “As long as you don’t stop her from coming to me.”
“I would never,” Hvitserk says with a big smile and a hand on his heart, happy that he has his brother’s kind of approval.
Ivar suddenly looks behind his brother and smiles and that’s all he needs to know that you’re back, so he turns around and helps you with the water, getting not more than a quick bow from you, he looks at Ivar who just smiles and shrug as if he wants to say ‘I already told you.’
“Why aren’t you married?” Ivar suddenly asks you and Hvitserks mentally thanks his brother for helping him.
“Are you joking?” You ask him while taking his clothes off and he dramatically gasps.
“Why would I be joking, Y/N?” Ivar says with a teasing smirk and you chuckle.
Y/N. Hvitserk adores that name and the way it rolls out of his tongue, he wishes nothing more than to moan it right onto your mouth while you ride him.
“Tell me my prince, who wants to marry a slave? And not any slave, but the slave of the scariest prince, uhm? If I had a chance it vanished the moment you said that my love interest has to ask for your permission” You say but the smile in your face shows that you’re not bitter about it. To you, it’s actually a blessing not having to worry about bad people around you since they’re scared of your prince. It’s not like marriage has been on your mind since you got sold around so much before finding this kind of stability in Kattegat.
Ivar was smiling proudly.
“Of course, I can’t hand you to a nobody, you are in charge of me,” He says and you nod, he hums. “But then, what about an earl? Or another prince? Someone who’s my equal would not be so scared to approach you.”
“Oh, that’s true, now tell me, what earl, prince, or king would even look my way? I’m a slave,” You laugh.
“Me,” Hvitserk says and Ivar’s smirk turns into a full smile. “I certainly have looked your way too many times.”
You stay there, with your hands in the water that were massaging Ivar’s legs freeze on the spot, looking at Hvitserk speechless. You look at Ivar for confirmation and he smiles.
“That’s correct.”
You stay silent again, and after some torturing minutes, you look between the brothers.
“You need me to satisfy—?”
“No,” Ivar interrupts you with a harsh tone, but you don’t seem scared. “You will not be a toy for my brothers.”
“I don’t understand then,” You say and look at Hvitserk, who smiles at you.
“I want you to be my woman, that is,” He says and you gasp, making Ivar chuckle. “I have talked to Ivar so I wouldn’t get killed for even wishing that.”
“And you said yes?!” You ask Ivar, he nods and you scream from happiness and jump on him to hug him, not caring that your dress was getting wet or that you just interrupted the prince’s bath.
In all the months that you were in Kattegat not once had Hvitserk seen you laughing like that, or even being affectionate towards someone, and on top of that he has never seen Ivar so comfortable around a woman that wasn’t their mother, and more so with him currently being naked and his legs being on display.
“But, why?” You ask, and they both look at you, understanding that you were asking both of them.
“If you marry an earl from another land then they would take you away from me, it’s in my best interests that you marry one of my brothers so you remain here, in Kattegat,” Ivar explains and you laugh sitting back and caressing his head. You look at Hvitserk who just gives you a smirk.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explains and you giggle. “I like you, I want to make you my wife.”
“I don’t know you, my prince.” You say, your smile not flattering and he shrugs.
“Now you will.” He smiles, standing up and leaving you and your prince alone.
“You like him?” Ivar asks you when you two are alone, and you hum.
“He caught my attention a long time ago, I just didn’t entertain the thought,” You murmur and he looks at you with a small smile.
“Entertain it now.”
The next time you see Hvitserk is at the feast that queen Aslaug throws in honor of the great number of merchants and travelers that have come to Kattegat. This time, instead of just letting you ignore him, he stops you when you walk near him.
“Hello, Y/N.” He says. “Are you going to still ignore me?”
You smile at him apologetically and point at the room.
“I’m sorry, my prince, since there are so many people I have to help the others, not just prince Ivar, so I am busier than on others' feasts.” You explain to him and he hums.
“So that’s the reason why Ivar looks angry today after months,” He says and you laugh. “And by the way, you look amazing.”
You smile and give him a little show by turning around and showing him your dress, allowing him to look you up and down slowly, his stare lingering a little bit in your cleavage.
“Ivar gave me this dress as a gift and wished for me to wear it tonight so I did.” You say and he hums, his hand coming to your small back and leaning to talk right in your ear so no one could hear you.
“Don’t let no man but me take it off, yeah?” He whispers and you hum, moving till your lips are on his ear.
“Then make sure to not let me lose, my prince.”
And just like that, you move, going back to work as if you didn’t just give him the biggest boner he’s ever had.
And he did as you say, watching you like a hawk the whole night, not caring when you look in his direction and make movements with your hands to tell him to stop, he would just shrug and grab his cock over his pants for you to see and you would giggle and keep on your tasks.
“You shouldn’t drink more ale, otherwise the medicine I make for your legs is not going to have the effect,” You whisper in Ivar’s ear.
“If you bring me my medicine I’ll drink it now, but you have to promise me not to wake me up tomorrow so early to drink it.” He says with feigned anger, you nod.
“Deal.” You clap and turn around, walking to the kitchen.
You don’t have time to make it into the kitchen when you’re yanked and trapped between a stranger and the wall.
“W-who?!” You try to move.
Unknown to you, another man has been watching you too and was misunderstanding all your flirting with the prince, thinking you were just offering yourself to anybody instead.
“Come on, slave, satisfy me right now,” The man was trying to scrunch up your dress but you constantly elbowing him was making it difficult.
“Let me go! Let me go right now!” You scream, doing everything you can to not let his hand get under your dress.
Tired of your fidgeting the man throws you to the ground and that’s the moment Hvitserk grabs the man by the hair and pulls him back.
“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?” He grunts.
Ivar comes crawling as fast as he can and you crawl to him till you are close enough to let him wrap you in his arms, you’re trembling and Ivar has murder on his mind. Hvitserk looks worse than Ivar.
“W-what? No! It’s a slave, I was messing with a slave—,” The man tries to explain himself but is interrupted.
“MY slave.” “–MY woman,” The brothers say in unison and the color drains from the man’s face.
“No, no, no, my lords, i-i didn’t know, please forgive—,”
Even Ivar is impressed when he sees the tip of Hvitserk sword’s coming out of the man’s stomach, meaning his brother has just stabbed the man with no more questions to ask.
“Next time you better choose right.” Hvitserk grunts, pushing the man and watching the pool of blood coming from under him. He cleans his sword with the dead man’s clothes and only then looks at you.
He curses when he sees you with tears in your eyes and gripping Ivar’s clothes as if you’re afraid that he’s going to disappear. Hvitserk gets close and takes you in his arms, nodding to Ivar to let him know that he has you, and walks out of the great hall.
“I can walk,” You whisper.
“I know.” He murmurs.
You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take you wherever he wants. He takes you to your home which is not so far from the great hall since Ivar wants you as close as he can get you. That’s the reason why you have your own house too, so he could come whenever he wants and not be seen as a monster by the other slaves.
“We are here,” He puts you down but you don’t move around, instead putting your hands on his chest and looking at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Thank you for protecting me, for killing for me,” You whisper, he put his hands on top of yours noticing that your trembling it’s almost gone.
“I would do that and more for you, are you hurt?” You shake your head without looking away and he sighs, leaning a little. “I said, don’t look at me like that.”
“Why?” You ask and his hands slowly slide from your hands to your shoulders and then all the way down until they stop at the small of your back.
“Because I will have a hard time controlling myself,” He whispers, leaning a little more. “I told you to not let another man but me take that dress off, you thought I wouldn’t follow through on that?”
“I was hoping for you to follow—,”
He crashes his lips with yours and you have to hold onto his arms to not fall from the force, but you kiss him back right away. He was devouring your mouth, working all that pent-up lust out of his body.
He bends a little to put his hand on the back of your knees and pull you up, forcing you to surround his waist with your legs, trapping him. He walks to the table there and place you on top, his lips going from your mouth to your neck.
He leans back and gives you a quick kiss before starting with your dress, undoing the front while you look at his face attentively.
“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper and he giggles but sucks a breath when he softly pulls down your dress, watching your upper half naked and ready for him.
“You’re the gorgeous one, my lady,” He whispers, and finishes taking the whole dress down your legs and then positions himself between them, looking down at your naked body with desire. “All this is mine?”
You shrug and he raises his eyebrows at your bratty attitude, loving it.
He returns to your neck and lick, bite, and mark every corner, letting a trail of kisses until he’s in front of your breast, he takes one in one hand and the other in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting softly your nipple, making you let out a loud moan, he does the same to the other and you have to nail down his forearms to control your noises.
“Don’t have to hold back,” He mumbles, his voice sounding muffled. “Scream as much as you want.”
You tug at his clothes.
“I don’t want you in these.” You whine, and he stands up and starts taking everything off like it was on fire, just to then take you in his arms again and throw you on your bed.
He freezes when you hold yourself on your elbows and open your legs to him, giving him a clear view of all your glory. He falls on his knees and locks yours with his arms before diving right into your center, giving you a long lick without a warning.
“O-Ohh” You whine, your hand flying to his hair and gripping it.
He devours you like you’re what he needs to be kept alive, he doesn’t budge when you try to move his head when it’s getting too much, instead pinching your nipples as a punishment when you try to take your cunt away from him.
“I-I can’t,” You cry out, your legs shaking. “Hvitserk, p-please.”
He just hums with satisfaction and keeps going and it is when you look down that you find him already looking at you with adoration that you explode, coming right onto his mouth and crying his name so loud that you’re certain you were heard at least three houses away from where you are.
When he stands on his knees you’re trying to catch your breath, with a hand on your chest and another on your mouth.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” He whispers and you do it, he smiles. “You okay?”
“Nobody has ever done it so… vigorously,” You sob.
“You taste amazing,” He whispers as an explanation while getting on top of you and between your leg, he shrugs smugly. “Perhaps you haven’t been with a man that wants you as much as I do.”
You moan at his words and he takes his cock in his hand, coating it in your juices and his saliva, sighing at the feeling. When his tip is at your entrance he stops, just touching your clit with his tip.
“Please, I want you inside,” You beg and he ignores your pleas, you nail down his arm. “Hvitserk, please.”
“I’m going to ask you again, sweet Y/N,” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly. “All this is mine?”
“Y-Yes, it’s all yours, I am y-yours…. Oh, fuck,” You moan loudly when he thrust softly, going so slow that tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Good gods, he feels amazing inside of you. “S-so full.”
“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” He moans in your ear making you tremble, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. “I’m losing my mind.”
“Yeah?” You say in a rushed voice, and he looks at you. “Please do, lose your mind and fuck me good, Hvitserk.”
Oh, what have you done?
He pulls out and flips you around on all four just to thrust again, hard, you scream and in response, he smacks your ass, you bring your hand back to try to slow him down but he just bends it at the elbow and traps it between your small back and his hand, showing you no mercy.
“Still mine?” He asks with a smug smile, oh how he adores the sounds you were making and how out of it you look.
“Yours, yours, just yours” You were chanting, bringing your other hand back to slow him down and getting it trapped too. You cry and sob and he moans.
“Give it to me, come on, give me what I want,” He grunts, he smacks your ass. “Give it to me.”
And in tune with his order, you scream, your vision going blank and your body shaking so much that he has to pin you down. He thrust three more times before shooting his seed inside you with a loud moan.
Instead of just pushing you around, as you are used, he pulls out and leans to let a path of wet kisses from your small back to your shoulder, he gives you one last kiss on the side of your head.
“Finally mine,” He whispers.
You smile and close your eyes.
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Hvitserk || imagine
Метки: Хвитсерк друзья с читательницей, но он тайно испытывает к ней любвь.
Пурга становилась только сильнее. Снег не позволял ни тебе ни Хвитсерку выйти из охотничьей хижины, уже четыре дня. Ночью температура падала, заставляя вас двоих осознавать насколько порой может быть холодно. День мог оставаться сносным, но по ночам кости могло ломить, а тело дрожало. У вас ещё остались дрова для розжига, есть достаточно еды, чтобы вы продержались около недели не покидая хижины, усмиряя свой голод, но меха всё равно не согревали достаточно. Ты знала, что Хвитсерку хотелось есть больше, но он не позволял себе. Вас было двое. Ты пошла с ним сюда, доверилась ему, потому что он попросил тебя сопровождать его.
Ивар обезумел, и хотя наступила зима, Хвитсерк всё равно не мог оставить желание посетить старую хижину Лодбродков, поохотится в снегах, насладиться общением с тобой. Вы были хорошими друзьями, достаточно близкими, чтобы заснуть в одной кровати одетыми.
Но холод подбирается ближе. Хвитсерк мёрзнет, очаг огня рядом с вами не сильно помогает. Ты дрожала, жалась к нему ближе, нуждаясь в большем тепле.
— Если мы снимем одежду, и прижмёмся ближе, это поможет согреться. — Его тихий голос доносится позади тебя.
Хвитсерк никогда не говорил тебе насколько считает тебя привлекательной. Он не рассказывал какой он трус и как часто его братья смеялись над ним, стоило показать лишь маленькую часть его привязанности к тебе перед ними. Слова о его влюблённости в тебя, были похоронены под насмешками братьев Лодброков.
Ты казалась незаинтересованной в нём. Ваша хорошая дружба была утишением, которое Хвитсерк принимал как благо Богов.
— Либо еда, либо трах, — шепчешь ты, лёгкая дремота спасала от суровой зимы за окном.
— Я серьёзно. Ничего большего, чем попытка согреться. — Ты слышишь обещание в его голосе.
— Обещай не распускать руки.
Хвитсерк поджимаешь губы, его брови хмурятся. Он одновременно огорчён твоей попыткой обвинить его в неуважении к тебе, и в попытке предотвратить то, что он хотел тайно сделать уже ни один год.
— Только с твоего согласия.
Глубокий вздох говорит о твоём не то раздражении, не то усталости.
— И не щекочи меня, — твои слова вызывают улыбку на его лице, но ты этого не видишь прижимаясь спиной к его груди.
Хвитсерк быстро расправляется со своей одеждой, складывая её рядом. Твои пальцы дрожат, но ткани на тебе становится, всё меньше. Ты кладёшь свою одежду также рядом, и плотнее укутываешься в одеяла и меха.
За окном слышно завывание ветра. Ладонь Хвитсерка плавно скользит по твоей талии, он хочет поднять её выше, хочет уткнуться носом в твои волосы, вдохнуть этот знакомый запах, ты разрешала обнимать себя только после рейдов или перед отплытием. Он скучает по тебе, даже когда ты так близко, лежишь перед ним обнажённая, позволяя обнимать тебя.
Уткнувшись носом в твою шею, он вдыхает твой запах, выпечка, ты всегда пахла ею, даже если не готовила. Его губы зудят от желания оставить маленький поцелуй на твоей коже.
Ты чувствуешь его тепло. Его тело согревает тебя, он делится своим жаром, и ты ощущаешь утешение от этого.
Обнимая тебя, Хвитсерк не думает, что ты хочешь прижать к нему также как и он к тебе. Ему нужна твоя теплота больше, чем его тебе. Он не против, если ты просто позволишь ему отдать то, что у него есть.
— Я хочу перевернуться, — произносишь ты.
Хвитсерк отпускает тебя. Ты ворочаешься, прикрываешь грудь, вызывая этим улыбку у своего друга.
— Знаешь, я бы не пялился, если ты уберёшь руки.
Ты ничего не отвечаешь, прижимаешься к Хвитсерку в плотную.
Вы так и засыпаете. Ты держишься к Хвитсерку вплотную, но тепло наконец позволяет твоему телу расслабиться, он тоже наслаждается своим положением. Его тело больше не дрожит.
Ты посапываешь, твои глаза закрыты. Хвитсерк хочет погладить тебя по щеке, поцеловать кончик твоего носа и пообедать всегда согревать тебя. Но он держит себя в руках, он обещал не распускать руки.
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"A hammer and an anvil" - Hvitserk x Reader
<I just wrote the dialogue, liked it a lot and wanted to make it into something ok? T_T>
SUMMARY: You're the daughter of a foreign jarl who hasn't chosen sides in the war of young Lothbroks. Neither can you. The consequences would be far-reaching and dire. However, your will is not as strong as your father's and should Hvitserk ask, you know the guilt will not stop you from being by his side. The question is: will he?
WORDCOUNT: ~ 1k
People call that arrangement by different names: between the Devil and the deep sea, between a hammer and an anvil or between a rock and a hard place. No matter where the point actually is, Hvitserk is there. And it shows.
Has he made the right choice siding with Ivar? Was the choice ever his to make? What if Ivar, desiring your father's great army, whispered a few sweet words into your beloved's ear?
You're watching him stare at the ceiling in your hut. For the first time since you've met him, Hvitserk's eyes are vacant. Normally shining with mischief and his merry persona, now they're empty. Dead. He starts to feel like somebody else.
Hvitserk's fingers are slowly dragging against your skin, painting patterns with no rhythm or merit. Truthfully, he seems to be oblivious to his little habit.
Examining his profile, you can see your shield in the corner of your eye. The green paint on it is supposed to symbolise vitality and greed but now, considering the consequence of the days to come, it's the colour of grief and fear. Behind the shield is hidden your sword, freshly sharpened. Hvitserk was eager to do it for you and at first, you thought it was just him doing something for you like he always does, but now, watching his chest rise and fall in ragged breaths, you're beginning to think he just wanted to have something to do. Some way to occupy his busy mind.
The inside of your home is warm - the countless furs and burning fire. Despite that, your body feels cold as though the dread residing in the pit of your stomach is already pulling you towards your grave. Whether literal or figurative, you're not quite sure.
"Can you promise me something?" you whisper. The sound of your voice is quiet enough to almost be drowned out by the cracking firewood.
But Hvitserk heard you. He listened. Like he always does.
He tilts his head to look at you. Your noses are maybe an inch apart. His lips are curved into a smile but the sad, blank look in his eyes has stayed; his freight is arrogant enough to make itself at home inside his mind.
"Anything you want, love," Hvitserk whispers back. His breath is warm on your cold cheeks. It smells slightly sour like dry wine.
"Do not ask me to join the battle. Do not ask me to fight your brothers." You swallow your tears. The love you hold for him would not only make you defy your father but carelessly start a chain of horrid events that not even Kattegat's Seer could completely envision. Knowing your own weakness, you have to trust that maybe Hvitserk can save you from yourself. "Because I would." A bitter scoff escapes your throat. "Gods know I would do terrible things if you asked me to."
Hvitserk appears unmoved by your confession. His smile grows unnoticeably wider as his palm rests on the side of your face. A stray tear, slowly rolling down your cheek, is swept away by a gentle brush of his thumb.
"But I won't." His tone is decisive. "I don't have to heart to do so."
Instead of staring at the wooden ceiling, Hvitserk is now watching your face. The same strangely vacant and yet intense look haunts his eyes. Something akin to determination shows in his expression as though the answer to his plight is written on your face in a language he can almost decipher. If he stays up all night, looking at you, maybe by the first light of dawn, he will know exactly what he's supposed to do.
"Tell me you'll come back," you interrupt the silence once again.
Both of you know he can't say it with certainty. Nevertheless, lovers tend to believe they can somehow enchant reality.
"Of course I will," Hvitserk says with conviction. He almost makes you believe there is no other option. "Dying in battle and seeing my father in Valhalla is something I'm dreaming of but if living means I get to see you one more time, I will cling to life like a man gone mad."
Although you know his poetics through and through, they never fail to make your heart flutter. Judging by Hvitserk's stubbornness in saying them, he knows the effect he has on you and enjoys it greatly. His usual humour and charming demeanour fool you for a moment that nothing of great importance is about to happen. It's just another night like many you've had with him and are going to have.
"You speak in such a beautiful way, I often wonder if your words are honest."
His hand moves from the side of your face to cradle the nape of your neck. Hvitserk pulls you in gently and kisses you in an equally tender manner. His lips linger against yours, it's almost sentimental.
"They sound beautiful only because they are honest," he tells you. This time his kiss is more intense. "How else am I supposed to speak to a beautiful woman if not with beautiful words?"
Your giggling breaks the kiss. For a moment, you swear you could hear his low chuckle; for a moment, the world was just right.
Hvitserk's eyes aren't blank anymore. Now, there's a turmoil of happiness and sadness inside them. If a kiss is what brought him back to life then maybe he wasn't simply being charming when he compared you to a goddess countless times.
A playful smile creeps onto your face. Gently, you drag your fingers against his chest. Hvitserk inhales sharply.
"Well, I've heard beautiful women also like crude, dirty words."
"Do they?" he asks with faux surprise. Hvitserk pushes you on your back and puts his weight on top of you. His warm hand is brushing against your bare thigh. "Tell me more," he murmurs against the soft skin of your neck.
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timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas
Summary: how timetraveling Vikings would react to modern Christmas/what they enjoy/etc.
Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added to any of my taglists!)
Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!
Ragnar
I think Ragnar likes modern christmas more than he should
He takes it like many non-christians do nowadays – fuck Christianity, i’m getting presents
Might let Athelstan drag him to church
Leaves midway tho
So bad at gift-giving that he accidentally gets you a great one
Lagertha
The BEST gift giver
Has a little table (after you show her how excel works, obvi) of the people she wants to get presents for and tracks their wishes over the course of a year
You need her at Christmas, actually
She doesn’t like the Christian part of it, but she likes the community it creates and GODDAMN Lagertha makes some good food
Athelstan
Vibes to church service HARD, even in modern times
Big enjoyer of WHAM! And Mariah Carey
Makes small, but very thoughtful gifts
Definitely always gets sick around Christmas and wears a bundle of scarves
Please don’t let him shave his head weirdly, or his brain will freeze
Bjorn
Doesn’t like Christmas
He came to the future, you have planes, let him use them
Spends his Christmas in warm places
Honestly, he might enjoy Aussie Christmas
Any excuse for beaches and bbq
Ubbe
If you want to stage a great Christmas celebration, go to Ubbe
Despite being from Viking times, he will be able to organise it better
He likes bringing people together for any occasion, and will be decorating the venue he chose like a PTA-mom with rabies (so, quintessentially, Ubbe)
Does not let snowy grounds stop him from playing football with friends/brothers
Hvitserk
LOVES Christmas
An endless supply of cookies and chocolate? Are you kidding??? The christians got something right?????
Eats everything you leave lying around
On time for everything during Christmas
Honestly, he gets hilarious gifts for everyone
Surprisingly good at singing christmas carols
Honestly, Hvitserk makes friends in all religions so his year of exquisite eating is just
Easter -> Eid -> Midsommar -> Thanksgiving -> Hannukah -> Christmas
Rinse and repeat baby
Sigurd
Spends the entire time critizising the compository value of christmas songs
Has an enemies to lovers arc with them
One day, soon after Christmas Eve, you will find a slightly drunk Sigurd in front of a karaoke machine with a thousand yard stare and the best interpretation of Last Christmas your ears will ever hear
Ivar
Christmas is a capitalist venture for the foolish designed by greedy christians
Totally does not buy super expensive gifts for his friends to brag
That Tesla outside your door? That’s not a Christmas gift silly, he’s sending you down the frozen road as a sacrifice to Odin so his bleeding ears might be saved from Sigurd
Does make an effort to put his mafia-ventures on hold for you though
He still hates Christmas
Floki
HATES CHRISTMAS. Floki hates Christmas so much. Did he already say he hates Christmas?
Hates it so much he secretly loves it.
‘Annoyed’ at Helga for baking cookies with you
‘Annoyed’ at the celebrations and people coming together
He secretly enjoys the non-Christian part of Christmas
But he just can’t get over the Jesus being born thing
Celebrates the part of Easter where he’s dead for a few days
Helga
Loves Christmas, and without shame
Turns into a cookie factory
Handmade gifts for everyone
Does a lot of charity/social work around Christmas
Enjoys ice-skating rinks as well
Tells Floki to stop moping around (he does)
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I Wish I Were Her PT 6 - Finale
Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader
Summary: Y/N and Hvitserk finally find their way to each other.
Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
“Right now?!”, I furrowed my brow at him, “Weren't you about to go somewhere?”
“I still am.”, he kept grinning, “but now with you as my date – come on!”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. Multiple senses were suddenly working at full speed. I could hardly decide on which I should concentrate on most. The woody scent of his perfume filled my nose, the warmth of his touch spread not only through my hand, but throughout my whole body, from my feet all the way up to my cheeks, and my vision was filled with his attractive features, his captivating smile, and his pair of eyes in whose pupils I was reflected.
On our way out, he asked me, "Have you ever played billiards?"
"Let's just say I tried once," I smiled awkwardly and shrugged, "why? Is that what we're going to do tonight?"
"Only if you like. We can also just have a snack, a drink..." he suggested.
"We'll see!", I smirked up at him, as he held the passenger door of his car open for me.
Normally I'm not very keen on trying new things and rarely move out of my comfort zone but with him, I thought to myself as he made his way around his car, it's easier for me and I was even looking forward to whatever he had up his sleeve that evening.
Turning the car keys and simultaneously pressing the button activating the seat heating Hvitserk started driving. "How thoughtful.", I thought, sinking into the warming seat.
Who needs a perfectly planned out date when all that matters is the person you spend the date with. Hvitserk made the very spontaneous date perfect, just the way it was. A billiards and dart bar would not have been my first choice for a date night, but it turned out to be the unthinkable best choice. We had the most delicious but also most spicy cheese nachos thanks to the jalapenos. They must have been harvested directly in hell. Luckily, they had milk there. How on earth could Hvitserk eat that without even making a face, except for the moments when he laughed heartily when I fanned myself or took a big gulp of the milk. "Be honest, it's more me than the nachos, isn't it?", he secretly teased me, and I poked him in the shoulder as I emptied my glass. "Oh, shut up!", I said, followed by a laughter. “But you didn’t deny it!”, he grinned at me.
“Which of you two lovebirds is up for playing billiards?”, one of his friends called out and therefore I got around an answer.
And who would have thought that I would also get along quite well with his friends and not just because they let me win at billiards. But seriously now, I'm really bad at billiards. If Hvitserk hadn't helped me so often, I wouldn't have won even then. Although you could have thought I was doing badly on purpose, just to have Hvitserk close to me, to feel his chest against my back and his hands on mine when he showed me again and again how to hold the billiards cue correctly. Who knows? Everything’s possible. We will never know.
Either way, at least I could score true at darts, even without help. So, I honestly earned the drink bought by the loser of the round, which happened to be Hvitserk. "Because you distracted me!" he argues, but I argue otherwise. I may or may not have distracted him purposely by giving him the glad eye.
A few hours and drinks later we left the bar. Hvitserk had kindly offered to drive me home. I did not drink much, however, to get my car and drive myself was too risky at that point. I would go to pick up my car first thing tomorrow, until then it was well kept in front of Ivar and Hvitserk's apartment.
And I was definitely in safe hands, too. I felt so comfortable with him, especially here in his arms, enclosed in what was intended to be a it’s-been-a-great-evening-I’ll-see-you-around-hug.
“Um, well…”, he loosened his embrace, "I guess I'll see you...."
“Actually…”, I started. Standing there, feeling like my heart is about to jump out of my chest, I realized I didn't want the evening to be over yet and most of all I didn't want him to leave just yet.
“Would you like to come in for coffee... or something?”, I asked, hoping the offer wouldn't come across weird.
“If you don't mind.”, he smiled down at me, starring directly into my eyes, “I’d actually love to… come in for a coffee or something.” And there he went teasing me again, didn't he?
“Come on in!”, I said, opening the door to my small apartment, and simultaneously reaching around the corner, turning the light on.
“Make yourself at home!”, I said gesturing to the suede couch, “I'll get us coffee.”
While I waited for the coffee maker to warm up, I heard Hvitserk walking through the living room, stopping here and there, then moving on. He was probably interested in all the embarrassing photos that hung on my walls and adorned my dressers. "Damn, I should have left the lights off," I joked to myself.
Distracted by the loud sound of grinding coffee beans, I didn't notice Hvitserk joining me in the kitchen. I noticed him only when he turned my head to him and kissed me unexpectedly.
Completely caught off guard, I could hardly react, as he already loosened the kiss again. “I’m sorry, I just felt the urge to do it.”, he explained.
I grinned up to him like a Cheshire cat. “Fine by me.”, I said, “to be honest, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”
His lips twisted into a smirk before he lowered his hands to my hips, pulling me against him, granting my wish. Again. And again. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I felt intoxicated.
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter and his lips worked wonders on my lips and on every part of my skin he could possibly reach at the moment.
"What about the coffee?", I asked breathing out.
“I don't want coffee.", he answered plainly, “All I want is you!” And that I gave him willingly.
When I woke up the next morning, under the warming blanket, nestled against Hvitserk's chest and enclosed in his arms I couldn’t feel any happier.
Slowly and gently, as not to wake him, I looked up at him and thought: “I no longer wish to be her. I am exactly where I belong. Right here. With him by my side.”
Thank you so so soo much for reading. Really, I am so grateful for you reading my stories. I really appreciate it and I don't take it for granted. 💚😇 I really hope you enjoyed reading the last part of “I Wish I Were Her”. Feel free to leave any kind of feedback. 😊
Have a good start into the new year!!🎉
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