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Ubbe-The sweet baker and the bad biker (SOA AU) (3)

Part three is finished! The series will have five parts. Original idea by lovely @recklesslonelyblond, hope you like it!

I don’t have a lot of time to write lately, so I’m only writting about what I feel really really inspired; because otherwise I wouldn’t get anything done. I’m sorry I’m so absent, I will come back to normal posting in June, hopefully!

Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

Plot: Ubbe’s life is perfect with you; but it’s about to get shaken up becuase your problematic and nazi neighbours.

Warnings: talking about Nazis so-> discrimination towards black and jewish people, women; too much violence and bad words. I DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THIS THOUGHTS OR ACTIONS; THEY ARE PART OF A BAD CHARACTER

Wednesday was being without any doubt the worst day of your week. Usually, you didn’t have problems in the bakery, but that day was hell. First, you had to deal with some painting in the door; you thought about calling Ubbe and ask him for help. He had told you in numerous occasions that he would be there for you always. But it was eight in the morning, and you knew the night before he had a party in the club; so you dealt with it yourself. After getting raw and bleeding hands from scrubbing so hard, the second problem appeared.

Since you came to Charming, the place next to your bakery had been closed. It was a small store that, in that moment, was being filled with a lot of boxes of something unknown for you. Whatever it was, it made people keep their distance; in all morning, you only had two customers, one of them being cheerful Hvitserk.

- Hey, Hvitty. -you smiled softly. -Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in days.

- I’ve been in charge of the porn studio. -the smile on his face tells you everything you need to know. -Turns out Margarethe can-

- Oh god, shut up! -you laughed.- I don’t want to hear what you do out there.

- Your miss, Y/N. -he smiled, walking to the kitchen. -This is too empty today, isn’t it?

- Yeah, I guess. -you shrugged. -I have a few things to do, so I kind of cheer to that. Have you had breakfast?

It was common for Hvitserk to appear in your bakery early in the morning. In the club, the most he could get was some coffee and, if he was lucky, a raw cookie. But when he came to the bakery, you spoiled him like a little kid, and he always ended up with stomach ache for eating so much. You kept talking to him as he stuffed his mouth with muffins.

- What’s on your hands? -he asked, looking down to your hands for the first time. They were still red and shaking; and they hurt so much you were finding it difficult to even make the dough of your new cake.

- Oh, I’ve been cleaning the door this morning. There were some paintings on it.

- That’s not from just some paintings. -he frowned. -It must have been big. Why didn’t you call us? I’m sure Ubbe would have rushed here in his pyjamas.

You blushed at his words, trying to hide a small smile. It was no secret to anyone who knew you that you liked Ubbe; and his little brother, who spent too much time with you, knew it better than anyone.

- I didn’t want to bother anyone. I could handle it alone.

- Yeah, sure. -he mocked. -You should probably have someone look at that hands.

- I’m fine, Hvitty. Really.

- Let me help you with that. -he got up from the shelf he was sitting in and, after putting the last piece of muffin on his mouth, walked towards you. -What are you doing?

- I’m not letting you near this. -you laughed, blocking the bowl with your body. -Last time I did, we had to use the fire extinguisher.

- Don’t remind me. -he scoffed. -I had Ubbe eating my ear for a week.

- You had it coming ac-

The sound of the little bell at your door interrupted you. Happily, you cleaned your hands with a rag and walked outside the kitchen. There were two options; it could be a costumer, who you would be more than happy to attend, or it could be Ubbe. If it was the last one, you day would get a lot better. But it wasn’t your bad biker who was on the door, neither some cute neighbour who came by to ask for some traits. In front of you stood a big man, you could even say an enormous one. He was nearly twice your height and nearly three times wider. What really scared you was the tattoos on his neck; they were all relate with the Nazis. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and black pants, making you think that, if that man gave you a swift kick, he could send you to another dimension.

You didn’t know how much time you spent staring at him when he finally spoke.

- Good morning. -his voice, as you had imagined, was deep and sent chills by your spine.

- H-hi. -you cleared your throat a bit. -How can I help you?

- Are you the owner of this place?

Usually, you were proud of you bakery. You always talked about it like it was your second child; behind Sully, of course. That time, when you nodded, you felt like it hadn’t been such a good idea. He smiled, like he had just received the best news of his life.

- We’re the owners of the shop next to you. -he said. -Just opened today, thought we could have a look around to see who’s going to be our neighbour.

- Oh, and what is your shop about? -you tried to smile but it felt forced even for you.

- Cigars, pures, that shit. I’m Weston, by the way. -he put an arm out for you.

- I’m Y/N, the owner of the bakery. -you took your hand in his, noticing how he used the opportunity to pull you a little closer. -If you need anything, you know where to find me.

- Actually I-

- Hey Y/N, I think I messed up the dough. -Hvitserk’s voice interrupted him.

Hvitserk got out of the kitchen with his hands stained with flour, his hair in a messy bun and with crumbs of cookies in his t-shirt. In any other occasion, you would have scolded him for touching what you told him not to, yet you were grateful for his appearance. Maybe he wasn’t Ubbe, but the SAMCRO’s vest was well known in all Charming.

- I thought you worked alone. -Weston’s voice made Hvitserk look up surprised. -And that the sons were only related with guns and scum, not with bakery.

- What are you doing here? -Hvitserk’s voice changed, loosing the soft tone he used with you. -Get the fuck out, man.

- Hey, I was just having a conversation with my neighbour! -he laughed. -Not that you would understand about business.

- I swear that if you don’t-

- What are you going to do, hm? -Weston moved forwards, and you found yourself nearly running behind Hvitserk. -Your black friends are going to come here and help you? Or have they run back to their country?

- You’re not welcomed here, Weston. -Hvitserk’s hand moved to his gun. -Not here, not in Charming.

- Too bad I already own a shop right next to your baker. -he raised a brow. -I’ve heard that she was Ubbe’s, but I guess you don’t mind sharing, do you?

- Have you not hear me? -Hvitserk moved and placed himself in front of Weston, not showing any fear. -Get. The fuck. Out of here. And don’t fucking come back.

- Whatever you say, big boy. -Weston said before winking at you. -See you later, Y/N.

Hvitserk scoffed when the door finally closed, turning to look at you. You were still in the same position, looking at him with a lot of questions in your eyes. Without making you wait longer he began talking.

Turned out, the sons had already met Weston. He was part of a supremacist white-power gang, similar to SAMCRO, who had just moved to Charming. Along with his mate Darby they had been giving problems to the sons for a while; they were racists, Nazis and all the bad things a person could be, so they had been messing around too much. A few weeks ago they had their first fight with the sons; Ubbe made sure they understood the message by killing two or three guys, and by taking their guns away. However, it seemed that it didn’t work so well on them.

- I think you should close for the day. -he gave you a half smirk. -I’m going to head to the porn studio to finish some things, but as soon as I get out, I’ll talk to my mom and to the guys, I promise.

- Okay. -you said. -Do…Is Ubbe busy?

- For you? My brother is never busy for you, Y/N. -Hvitserk laughed. -He could literally jump out of the window to see you.

- You’re an idiot, Hvitty. -you smiled. -I’ll close this up and take a free day. Do you think you can give me a ride?

While you turned everything off and closed the door, Hvitserk smoked outside. He was worried about Weston. Even if at first it hadn’t been a big threat to the club, he didn’t like the fact that he knew you were close to Ubbe. In the year you had been living there, everyone had taken a liking to you. So he didn’t like the idea of some supremacist idiots talking to you.

Hvitserk had brought the van with him. He was the only son who, although having a bike, preferred to use a car. The ride there was filled with laughs, jokes and a call to Ubbe where you asked him to go to your flat. The younger brother could hear his worried voice and caring tone through the phone, and rolled his eyes. After leaving you in your door and waiting for you to give him the thumbs up from the window, he left. A storm was coming and he was feeling it.

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Ubbe had woken up early. Usually, he was the one closing after a party, or even sleeping in the couch with some random and nameless girl. He used to love going out until late nights, inviting all types of people and drinking and smoking the weirdest thing. But the previous night, as a girl from the porn studio called Margarethe was talking to him, he could only think about you. He had been busy with the supremacist white-power gang for a while, and he had been spending less time with you. So he decided to leave the girl mid-sentence and went to sleep. When he woke up, he made everything he needed to do so that he could be with you earlier. Until he got the call.

He was talking to his mother when his phone vibrated. At first, he smiled at your name, and he walked out of the room to talk to you. You weren’t the type of girl who asked for him; not that he didn’t like that, he loved it. Yet he found it strange that you were asking him to go to your flat. As the words “problems with some guys” left your mouth, he ran towards his bike and was in your apartment in less than five minutes. Ubbe jumped two stairs at a time, and finally knocked at your door a little too roughly. A happy barking Sully greeted him; but he could only focus on your fake smile.

- What has happened? -he asked as he pet Sully subconsciously. -Is Hvitserk still here? Has he waited-

- No, he isn’t. -you let out a soft laugh, playing with your hands that were hiding in the pocket of your sweatshirt. -And yes, he has waited until I’ve given him the thumbs up.

- He should have waited until I arrived. -Ubbe scoffed.

- Don’t be so harsh on him. -you smiled. -I told him to go.

- I’m being harsh on him because something could have happened. What if those guys had come back? Who were they by the way?

- I’ve prepared some hot chocolate. It’s pretty cold outside, why don’t we sit and we can talk? -before he answered, you spoke again. -I’ve put some cream on yours.

- You’re so good, darling.

He wrapped his arms around your body, noticing just then how tensed you were. You stood like that for a while, enjoying his lips on your head and his warmth. Maybe it was because of the weather or because of Weston’s eyes, but you were cold to the bone. Ubbe didn’t move neither, not even with Sully tried to fit between both of you.

- Everything’s going to be fine, Y/N. -Ubbe said, putting one hand behind your head, and pulling you closer. -I’m here now, nothing’s going to happen.

- I know. -you whispered.

His heart ached at your broken whisper, wanting nothing more than to ran towards whoever made you feel that way and stick his gun into his ass. However, he stayed with you; drank your hot chocolate and enjoyed your company while Sully slept at his feet. He listened to you as you talked about Weston and the bakery’s door.

- I… didn’t thought it was related. -you said as he held your hands, running his thumbs across your raw fingers.

- What was the paint about?

- Random things, but there were a lot of Nazis’ symbols. -you sighed. -Also, there were some rude comments about black people. I don’t- why would someone think like that, Ubbe? That’s not fair.

- They will be out of Charming before you know it, darling. -he smiled at you. -And from now on, I’ll have someone with you always, alright? If I’m not, then a prospect, Hvitserk or Tig will be.

- I’m sure they have better things to do.

- Better than keep you safe? Y/N, I won’t even need to tell them as a president. As soon as I say someone needs to watch over you, they will fight to see who is the lucky one.

- Aren’t you guys wonderful. -you laughed.

- Let me grab the first kid to put something on your hands, hm? -he said as he got up.

- Do you know where it is?

- Of course, darling. -he laughed. -I know this apartment too well by now.

As he walked to the bathroom, he could hear Sully’s paws behind him. The dog loved Ubbe as much as her owner. It had often ended in a playful argument between you and Ubbe, where he joked with you about how Sully was going to leave one day with him. He smiled as he put out the little box, thinking about your conversations. For an unknown reason to him, the conversation flowed randomly with you. You could be talking about serious matters like his club and the next second he would be laughing at something terrible you said. And he loved that.

When he came back, you were trying to put a film on the TV. He found cute how you frowned and crumpled your mouth while you were concentrated on something. Ubbe tapped your head softly and gripped your hands between his. There was a comfortable silence as he cleaned your sore fingers, putting your skinned fingers in some band aids.

- I know what you’re going to say. -you said softly; you were so close that he could feel your breath on his face.

- You should have called me, Y/N. You know I can drop anything if you need me.

- Yeah, but I wanted to do it for myself. -you shrugged. -Do you think you can come with me to the bakery after lunch?

- What? -you said it so low that he didn’t hear you.

- I said that, if you don’t mind, I would like if you would come with me to the bakery. -you sighed. -I-I’ve left a lot of things undone, and this guys are-

- Of course darling. -Ubbe winked at you. -Don’t worry, I’ve some paperwork to do and I can do it there.

- Thanks, Ubbe.

- This is done. -he gave your hands a kiss before pulling back, watching you blush. -You want to go now? We can finish early and have dinner together.

You nodded softly before getting up. Sully trailed behind you, whining as if she knew her owner was leaving. After replacing her bowl of food and water, you walked towards the door where Ubbe was holding up your coat. Something in him made you act; maybe it was his sided smile, his baby blue eyes looking at you with love or the way he always seemed to care for you. It didn’t matter what it was; it made you put your arms around his shoulders and place your lips against his.

Ubbe was still at first, with his eyes open and his heart jumping on his chest. He begged to his brain to do something, but his body was unresponsive. The only thing he could focus was on your hands in the back of his neck and your lips moving against his. Just when you pulled back and looked down, he regained control. Ubbe took you by the waist and kissed you so hard you stumbled over your own feet. His kiss was nothing like yours; while yours was soft and almost shy, his was nearly bruising. The kiss lasted a few minutes, and when you finally teared apart, you kept looking at his eyes with a silly smile.

- I can’t believe I’ve waited so long for this. -he said, not letting you go.

- Well. -you let out a little laugh. -Actually, it was me-

Your words were drowned by his lips again, and you felt him smirking against you. Seemed like, the bakery would have to wait.

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Two weeks passed by and things didn’t calm down. Next to your bakery, Weston’s business was making sure no black neither Jewish people walked around the shop. You had been witness of a few fights between them and Weston or Darby; a man as disgusting as his friend. In all of them, the son who was with you stopped you from doing something. You were visibly sadder each day, watching how those pricks were ruining the city and your bakery. The only thing that could cheer you was Ubbe.

Since your kiss, he had been spending much more time with you. With the excuse of you needing protection, he spent almost all day in the bakery (and if he wasn’t there, Hvitserk or the prospect was). Ubbe was already living in your house. Those nights when he would stay, he usually slept in the couch; but lately he had been keeping your bed warm, not that you were complaining.

That day had been quiet, as always. People didn’t come to your bakery so much, because they were afraid of Weston and his friends. That didn’t mean you were loosing money; thanks to the club, you had started a delivery service and it was quiet successful. The only problem was that you spent all day in the kitchen.

- Can you pass me the cream, Ubbe? -you asked without looking at him. He was reading some papers on a desk that the boys had moved to your kitchen, so that he could be with you. -Ubbe?

You turned around to look at your biker, who was reading a grey paper with a frown on his face. One of his hands was on his bear, and the other was tapping the desk with a pencil. After calling him one more time and not getting any response, you walked towards him. You put your hands on his shoulders and neck, massaging them slowly.

- Don’t you dare to stop. -he almost moaned. -That hands are a blessing, darling.

- You’re lucky I’m a baker. -you laughed. -What are you so worked up about?

- See this papers? -Ubbe pointed at a file with too many letters. -We were supposed to rent this warehouse last month, but the owner is a pain in the ass. He has sent me the papers but he has forgotten to ask the mayor to sign them.

- Go and ask him yourself. -you moved and sat in the desk.

- Yeah, no thank you. The sons are not the bests friends of the mayor right now. -he scoffed, placing a hand on your knee. -And not everyone is as nice as you with us.

- You’re not bad people Ubbe. -you smiled and put your hand over his. -You are protecting this town, and that’s good.

- Killing and threatening is not from good people, Y/N. -he laughed.

- At least you don’t sell drugs? -you joked.

- Do you think that selling drugs is the top of bad people?

- I think that you’re a good person and nothing is going to change that. -you said.

Ubbe looked at you for a while, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He still didn’t know what he did to deserve you, such a pure and innocent human being who still had faith in him. It felt like the universe had finally given him something good. He got up and pushed himself between your legs, your face being a few inches from his. Instead of kissing you, he placed one hand on your face, wiping a stray of flour off it.

- Maybe is a little soon to say it. -Ubbe whispered, looking between your eyes and your mouth. -But I love you. And you don’t have to say it back y-

- I love you too. -you smiled. -Think I’ve loved you since you came here stalking me.

- Oh, you sure I was stalking you? -he laughed. -Because you gave me free access to your kitchen the second I stepped here.

- Guess your looks of bad boy didn’t work with me.

- God, I love you darling. -he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. -I love you so much.

A little giggle left your lips, and you kissed him again. The hand that was on your face moved to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and the other one placed itself in your lower back. You hugged his shoulders and practically hang onto him like a Koala. You had discovered in the past two weeks that your favourite place in earth was between Ubbe’s arms. The way he would engulf you and his lips would fit perfectly in your make you weak in the knees. You were both ready to tear each other’s clothes apart when an awkward cough interrupted you.

Halfsack, the new prospect, was blushing like crazy on the door. You had met him not so long ago, and you regretted asking him about his name; surely, the boy didn’t have any repair into talking about how he nearly lost his dick. That earned him an angry Ubbe chasing him for telling you about it, so the boy was already awkward towards you. After interrupting your make out session, you were sure he wouldn’t talk to you anymore.

- What the fuck are you doing here? -Ubbe groaned, hiding his face in your neck. -I left everything solved this morning.

- Your… mother has heard about the warehouse. Ubbe. President. Sir. -he scratched the back of his neck. -Want you to go to the townhall today, so she sent me here to look over Y/N.

- You can tell her to-

- Hey, you should you. -you interrupted him, smiling softly. -If you don’t, your mother will come barging here. And I think she doesn’t like me already.

- It’s not like that, she’s special.

- Ubbe, let’s not give her another reason to hate me more. -you laughed. -Come on, I’m almost finished here. I’ll close soon and wait for you in my apartment.

- I’ll bring take out. -he pecked your lips. -Promise won’t be long. Halfsack?

- Y-yeah?

- You don’t fucking leave her alone until I get there. -he glared at him. -Unless you want to lose your other testicle, got me?

- O-of course! -he laughed awkwardly.

With a final kiss and a soft smack to your ass, Ubbe left the bakery as he put his helmet on. You went back to your task; finishing the cake for the wedding of Mrs Lowman’s son. She was supposed to pass by that day to collect it, yet she was late. You couldn’t really blame her. Mrs Lowman was a lovely and kind woman, a black one. For you it wasn’t a problem, and it shouldn’t be to anyone; yet for your neighbours it was, and she was kind of scared. You had told her that you could make one of the sons take the cake to her apartment, yet she told you she wanted to collect it herself.

You were working extra hard on it. She had been one of your first costumers and always gave you a tip when she bought something; so you made the perfect cake with the help of Halfsack, who could barely look at you in the eye. It was nearly closing time when you finished. A three-tier cake with a cute weeding couple on the top. You were cleaning the last bowl when you heard some noises outside. Halfsack ordered/begged you with his eyes to stay inside, yet the second time someone screamed you poked out of the door.

What you saw made your heart drop to the floor. Mrs Lowman had a bleeding head with a huge gash on it, and she was on the floor trying to avoid the kicks of Weston. Halfsack was just a few steps away, trying to get past Darby who was pushing him backwards roughly while laughing. Some people stopped by to see what was happening, yet none of them did anything. Because they knew that if they did, they would probably end up dead.

- Hey! -you opened the door fully, more angry than scared. -Hey, that’s not nice! Stop!

You tried to push back Weston from the crying Mrs Lowman, who was only a whimpering mess by then. However, the man was ten time stronger than you, and it only took a swift push to get you on the ground.

- Why don’t you mind your own business? -he gave you an angry glare. -Go back to sucking your white boy’s dick.

- You can’t kick people like that. -you said as you got up. -She has done nothing wrong!

- Black people are the sickness of this country, love. -Darby laughed. -You’re right, the only thing she has done wrong is fucking breathing!

A chorus of laughs followed those crude words. You realised then that Darby and Weston weren’t the only assholes there; between the people looking at the madness, there were at least four more guys with Nazi’s symbols tattooed. There was a moment were the only thing you could hear was Mrs Lowman’s cries, Halfsack’s warnings and that cruel laughs. You weren’t an aggressive person, everyone knew you as the sweet baker, and you were happy with that. But in that moment, your hands moved by themselves; and the next moment, you had a broken bowl in your right hand and a bleeding Weston in the floor.

- Oh, God! -Weston screamed. -I think I fucking got a piece of glass in my eye!

- The bitch broke the bowl on his head! -one of the boys said, and you found yourself in an iron grip by your arm.

- I-I…it w-wasn’t my-y intention, I j-just -you words were messing with each other, and tears were filling your eyes; because the hard grip on your arm or the fact that you had just hit a man, you didn’t know.

- You what?! You didn’t mean it?! -Darby, who was the one shaking you roughly, spat at your face.

- Come on, man, leave her alone. -Halfsack begged, as he was being held back by two guys. -She has nothing to do with this!

- Are you blind? -scoffed the tallest one. -Look at Weston! He has his head open up!

The rest of the voices got muffled off by a white noise and a big pain on your cheek, that made you fall back and nearly crush Mrs Lowman. Before you could think about moving, Darby’s hand grabbed you up again.

- Now you’re crying? -he laughed at your face. -You’re pathetic, just like the black scum.

- You know what we should do? -an angry looking Weston got up, holding a bleeding head. -We should fucking burn her in the oven, like the Jews.

- W-what? -you started thrashing around, not liking the smirks on their faces. -What are you talking about?

- Oh, you don’t know about what Hitler made with the Jews? -Darby laughed. -Maybe Weston’s right, they were whiny bitches and so are you.

- No, no plea-ase! -you tried to get free while they dragged you inside the bakery. -You-u’re insane!

Two guys kept kicking Mrs Lowman who had found strength enough to beg them to let you go, that you had done nothing wrong; they didn’t listen to her, but smashed her head in the pavement so hard you stopped hearing her screams. Halfsack was quick enough to get free and get out his gun. You saw as he shot two of the guys and aimed towards Darby, and you almost smiled in relived.

However, it was cut short when a new man, twice the size of Halfsack, shot him in the back. It was not only one shot; you had to stay put and see how that man shot him at least ten times and how the life left his eyes. As you sobbed, Darby held your chin and made you look at it.

- You see that? That’s your fucking fault. -he was gripping your chin so hard you swore it would bruise. -If you had just stayed like a good whore baking, this wouldn’t have happened. That’s what happen when women get out of the kitchen.

The tears were falling uncontrollably down your cheeks, and you were shaking between Darcy’s arms. His laugh filled your ears until you heard a motorbike. At first, you thought you were wrong; but the panicked face of Weston told you everything you needed to know. Your bad biker was there and he was more than angry.

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The Heathen Kid - Vikings

okay so idk what my monkey brain is doing but here is another thing i guess (gif from google)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I leaned forward, hoping it would make my bike go ten times faster, but sadly I was still stuck at max speed. The bike stalled shortly, making me gasp and my backpack to lift and fall from the jolt. I turned to see how far they were from me, and turned back to the road quickly when I felt another stall. I looked down at the bike, as if I could see something happening, and then looked up to find a trail I could lose them on.

I was an idiot for thinking I could outsmart them. Of course they would know I was watching their house, and obviously they would know if I got into their computers. Dumb fucking move, me, dumb move.

There was dirt spread on the side of the road, signalling a trail, so I hit my front brakes and twisted the bike, front wheel lifting off the ground as I took off again. The wheel spun on the dirt and gravel, my heart beating faster knowing this was not something I had put my bike through, ever. The bike stalled multiple times, lights flashing on and off as I slowed down. “No, don’t do this!” I yelled, pushing it to go faster. It did, taking me around a bend but then couldn’t take anymore. The wheels skidded onto a back road,

The handlebars locked on me, and the bike shut itself down. I screamed as the bike rolled right into a dense part of the trees, branches scraping the metal before I hit a small mound. It pushed me back onto the side of the road making me scramble to get off the bike before it fell. I was too late. My foot got caught under the exhaust, and I winced. The bike was still a little heavy for me to lift, so I had to push a few times before it budged.

The roaring from the main road scared me back to what was happening. They were nearing and I was going to die.

Slipping my foot out, I stood and tried to lift the bike all the way up. My hands slipped and I stared in disgust. Some liquid was soaking into my gloves. Leaning down to see what was on the side of the seat, I saw gas leaking onto the pavement and dirt, a rock resting underneath the overturned motorized vehicle. I put my hands on my helmet, pacing a few steps away and then back.

“Fuck!”

I stood on the path, breathing heavily for a moment, before I made my decision and ran into the woods leaving my only way out on the ground behind me. The heavy rumbling from the other bikes echoed around me as they neared and neared until I heard engines being cut and voices speaking up. I quickly, ducked behind a clump of small trees and tried to slow my breathing as I slipped a little.

There was low talking for only a few moments before a slow whistle dragged thought the woods. I leaned back against the trees, taking quiet deep breaths. Something was off though. I inhaled through my nose, lifting my head in confusion. I was so far from my bike, why was I still smelling the gasoline? I looked to my hands, wiping them on my jacket, when my eyes caught on to something else. My sore foot was covered in gasoline, after being under the tank when it ruptured.

I held my breath when I saw the small trail of gasoline on the leaves just behind me. I turned my head, following the trail with my eyes before I looked up, staring right into the eyes of one of them.

I jumped back, falling to the ground as a tree root betrayed me. He laughed loudly, taking menacing steps towards me. I rolled over, pushing myself up to run. A foot kicked me back down, knocking the air out of me. His laughter grew as I crawled now, whimpering at the new pain in my back.

He grabbed me by my jacket, turning me onto my back and shoving me harshly into the leaves and twigs. I tried to fight off his hands but he grabbed mine, leaving me nearly defenseless. I grunted, voice showing fear as I struggled to pulled my hands from his tight grip.

“Over here, brothers!” He yelled out, voice deep and boyish. I struggled more, trying to kick him off of me. He laughed again and pinned me down completely, leaving me with no room to do anything. I growled, pushing as hard as I could, but to no avail, as the guy weighed a ton and clearly worked out more than me. My backpack sat uncomfortably under me, things being crushed.

Leaves crunched all around me as the others made their way to where we were, all of them forming a circle of some sort. The guy on top of me lifted himself up, pulling me up by my arms. I yanked myself backwards in attempt to make him let go, but he held a tight grip.

“Just you, runt?”

One of the men stepped towards me, and I tried to reach for my knife, panicking. The guy holding onto my arms twisted my left arm into a painful hold, making me stand on my toes to try and stop the pain while my backpack pushed up against the back of my helmet. The older man smiled, grabbing my knife from the worn down strap it was in. My eyes welled up with tears behind the helmet visor.

The guy twisting my arm pushed harder, making me reach up to try and pull his hand away. “Why in Hel were you at our house?” He asked me, leaning close to my helmet. I shifted my head against my bag, not sure if I should motion to it or not.

The older man stared right at the visor, as if he could see my eyes clearly. “We will find out anyway.” He grabbed my bag and yanked at it, straps sliding past my shoulders. The guy holding my arm let me go briefly, the bag being pulled from my arms, then shoved me to the ground, pinning me down with his foot. I watched in fear as the older man, Ragnar, I had realized in that moment, went through the papers before pulling most of them out.

A smaller plastic bag fell out, hitting the dirt. He dropped the papers and reached in, pulling more of the same bags out and dropping all but one. Food.

“What is this for?” He stomped towards me, a few papers and a bag of food in one hand. He pressed them against my chest and grabbed my jacket roughly. The guy had moved back, letting Ragnar take control.

I held my hands up in surrender, eyes shut tight. “Why did you steal from us?” He continued to jostle me around, the papers crinkling under his hands. As I didn’t answer, he stood up and he turned away frustrated.

“By the gods, father look.”

An older guy stood further from me, holding his phone for Ragnar to take. He scrolled for only a second. “And that was it? That was the only page pulled up?” He asked, handing the phone back and going to pick up the scattered papers:

Grocery orders printed out, and highlighted food items, with the location written next to them.

Both of them looked at me, gears turning.

“Sigurd? You have the bag?” A long blond haired boy moved forward, pulling a small bag from around his neck and rummaging through it. “Light or heavy?” He asked, looking up. Ragnar looked over me, then grabbed my jacket to lift me up. He looked back to the blond boy.

“Light.”

I watched in fear as the boy pulled out a syringe, and advanced towards us. My feet were barely touching the ground, so all I could do was try and kick Ragnar. He only laughed and dropped me, pinning me down and picking up the dagger he had taken from me.

“Have you had your shots yet?” He smiled, tearing the shoulder of my leather jacket with the sharp object and then ripping it further with just his hand. I could feel the muscles of my shoulder straining as I tried hard to push against his grip, and a new cut from the dagger stinging.

Ragnar pressed his elbow against the bottom of my helmet so I couldn’t move my left side at all, and I tried to grab at him. I held back whimpers of pain as his grip and the pressure of his arm grew. A small prick at my arm made me jump, but I couldn’t see what was happening. I continued to push against Ragnar holding me down, and I tried to kick him again.

“Shhhh, you’ll feel better in a minute.” He spoke quietly to me, leaning closer to my helmet. There was a faint ringing in my ear before it became louder, and it was then when I realized everything felt heavy. I tried to push harder, but my muscles felt limp, and I could feel my body relaxing with every move. “That’s it. Just go to sleep.”

I looked for something close enough to hit him with, my head spinning and my eyes unfocused. My hands searched the leaves and grass, faintly grabbing when I thought something was heavy. Ragnar grabbed my wrist and held it tight, making sure I couldn’t do anything.

I strained to keep my eyes open, breathing in slowly to try to convince myself that I had enough strength to escape still. The sun hit me right in the eyes, leaves in the tall trees blocking it every few seconds.

“Get the bike.”

“We’re alone?”

“Yeah.”

I could see myself, standing in that damned room, and watching for anybody coming in. However, I was also watching the trees sway as the last of my strength went dormant inside me.

“You know you can’t go.”

“This time, it’s for me, okay?”

“Looks like you’re coming with us runt.”

The last thing I saw was one of the younger men lifting me up and then the back of his boots as I was thrown over his shoulder.

“How do I know you’re coming back?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

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grungyblonde · 6 years

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Queens of Odins Eye Chapter 10

An SOA/Vikings Collab with @courtrae89 @imgoldielikehawn @laketaj24

Agent Gray’s POV

“I didn’t have a choice! Brii saw it in a vision when she touched me! They almost fucking killed me!” Hvitserk’s hands were over his head as I pressed my glock into the center of his forehead.

I lowered the gun a little as I laughed in disbelief, “Seriously? Goddamn, all of you are fucked in the head. Brii doesn’t have fucking visions. She might be off her fucking rocker but she’s not fucking psychic.”

“Well she knew exactly what we were planning!”

I rubbed my forehead with my hand looking down at the dirty floor of the abandoned warehouse, still chuckling sarcastically. “God, you’re a fucking idiot,” I said, more to myself than him.

“I touched her and-“

“And there’s a million different reasons why she might have that information. AND THEY ALL LEAD BACK TO YOU BEING AN IDIOT!” I screamed as I threw my arms out.

Hvitserk’s eyes were lost now as he tried to reason with me. “It’s for the best. It never would have worked. They’re off the hook now, they’re not coming for retaliation. We can still leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Idiot. “You fed me false information.”

I kept him at gunpoint as I searched for the cell in his jeans pocket, thrusting it into his chest when I found it.

“Call Ubbe. Tell him you’re in trouble. That I got you and you’re hurt.”

Hvitserk just looked at me, confusion in his eyes. “They’ll know it’s a setup. They’ll know I’m lying.”

“Yeah you’re right.” I said simply, my voice as void of emotions as I was in that moment. And then I lowered my gun to his knee and pulled the trigger.

He let out a blood curdling scream as the bullet shattered his kneecap, falling to the floor instantly. His face was a mixture of shock and unbearable pain as he clutched at the wound, already spilling blood over his hands and onto the floor.

“Now you won’t be lying. Make the call.”

Hvitserk hand was shaking so bad that he could hardly hold the phone so I punched the number in myself and held it at his ear.

“U-ubbe,” he sobbed when the call picked up, “You have to come, s-she shot me! I’m bleeding out man!”

I could hear a muffled voice on the phone and what sounded like shouting.

“That warehouse on 8th,” his words were merely a pitiful whimper now. “Please come, it—“

I snatched the phone from his hand before throwing it on the floor and smashing it with my heel.

“W-what are you going to do?” Hvitserk was curled up on his side, eyes squeezed shut as he drew ragged breaths.

I squatted down until we were face to face and gave him a sweet smile. “Oh I’m not going to do anything.”

I could see the shock register as he opened his eyes and watched two dozen member of the 8, all armed with assault rifles, surround him, ready for the ambush. Ready for war.

I kissed him lightly on the forehead, tasting the sweat beading on his clammy forehead. “Bye Hvit. I’ve got a plane to catch.”

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#vikings #soa #collab #ubbe #hvitserk #ivar #bikers #bjorn

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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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Masterlist

Hi guys! Here you can search from all my writings, i organize it based on pairings, characters.

My asks, submissions, and inbox are always open. Either it’s criticism, or just a friendly talk, or a request. Hit me up! :) I’d be happy to talk to any of you!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

My writings are not to be translated, copied, put on other platforms, or reposted without my consent. However reblogs are appreciated.

Stucky:

I’m not crazy (finished series):

Pt.1 - Escape

Pt.2 - The party

Pt. 3 - Sneaking out

Pt. 4 - Kisses

Pt. 5 - First mission

Pt. 6 - The start of forever

Record Shop Funk (finished series):

Pt. 1 Like real people do

Pt. 2 Let's pretend

Pt. 3 Coffee and cigarettes

Pt. 4 - R U Mine?

Still the mouth opens...

Bucky/Seb:

Old feelings new beginnings (one shot)

I'll even be a clown.. cause I just wanna amuse ya... (one shot)

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay. (one shot)

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone..(one shot)

I wanted to be alright.. (one shot)

It’s a men’s world (finished series):

Pt 1. The Urban Legend

Pt 2. A birthday and a wedding

Pt 3. Sweet as honey

Pt 4. Until tomorrow

Pt 5. The plaything and the Queen

Two weeks (finsihed series):

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

There is always a price (on-going):

Pt. 1.

Pt. 2.

Pt. 3.

Alfie Solomons/James Delaney/Tom Hardy:

The bookkeeper (finished series):

First part

Second part

Third part

Chris Evans/Steve:

Interviews

If i can’t have love..

Sunshine

See you again

Peaky Blinders:

The Grays (i)

Vikings:

Behind every earl is a strong woman (Ubbe)

ONE_SHOTS BASED ON MUSIC:

Big, bad, handsome man biker!henry cavill x reader

Why’d you only call me when you’re high Sam Wilson x reader

I've been Miss Misery since your goodbye Marcus Whitmore x reader

Favorite crime WS!Bucky x reader

#clementinesjourney masterlist

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katfett · 3 years

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THIS MONTH’S FICS!

Focusing on the following fics this months. They’re in rotation order after Body on Fire’s next chapter comes sometime this Sunday.

MASTERLIST IS HERE IF YOU NEED TO CATCH UP ON ANY!

ROXANNE (MODERN HVITSERK BIKER AU)

Sons of Anarchy meets Vikings. Roxanne gets stood up at the altar, instead of a reception, her girlfriends take her bar hopping for beers, dancing and singing. She got more than she bargained for in the form of Hvitserk when they wind up in the bar of Lothbrok Auto, the clubhouse of the Vikings MC Mother Charter.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (REGENCY IVAR AU)

Bridgerton meets Vikings. The season is on. When the royal family of Norway lands in England, it was Charlotte's last thought to try and land a prince for a husband. It's hard to ignore the youngest prince though, he seems to have a habit of appearing when she least expects it. They whisper about him, but how much of it is true, and what is the real Ivar like?

LITTLE VALKYRIE (IVAR AND HVITSERK POST RAGNAR DEATH AU)

She wasn’t meant to be here, she was on holiday in England and the next thing she knew she was in the middle of a war. Nora needs to survive if she ever hopes of finding her way home, but she wasn’t prepared to run into the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. She wasn't prepared for the adventure and trials coming her way.

BODY ON FIRE (MODERN IVAR CRIME FAMILY AU)

Harper didn’t know what to expect at her meeting, she certainly wasn’t prepared for him. Ivar commanded a room, without needing to say a word. Replacing her boss when he’s sick, Harper didn’t expect to be face to face with a son of Ragnar Lothbrok, the head of the Lothbrok crime family. Walking a tight rope of business and pleasure isn’t exactly Harper’s strong suit.

WINTER EVERYWHERE (MODERN IVAR AU)

Lily has always been a people person, a caregiver so naturally she embraced the life of a personal one. Hired by Ubbe to look after his little brother once college and life starts back up, she faces the difficult challenge of thawing that icy exterior Ivar presents to the world.

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imaginesmaimasterlists · 4 years

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You can request about any of the characters above, or any other masterlists I have (here), always following the Requests Rules. My main blog is @imaginesmai

💕:Fluff

🎈: Funny

💋: Smut

😭: Angst

⭐: Personal favourite.

🥇: The most popular fic in each category (it might change).

Angst Alphabet

Fluff Alphabet

Prompt List 1

Kink-November

UBBE RAGNARSON

25th of December (1) (2) (MILITARY AU): 😭

When Ubbe’s gone, the only thing you have left is hope. (ON GOING)

Dance Teacher (1): 💕

Ubbe’s Friday is not going as well as he would have liked it. Yet meeting his daughter’s dance teacher is going to change that. (ON GOING)

First time being a dad (MODERN AU) 🎈

Heartbeat AU (1) (2) : 💕 😭

Your heart doesn’t allow you to have a normal life, but it does beat faster when you meet your new doctor. (COMPLETE)

Imagine 1

Imagine 2

Imagine 3

Imagine 4

⭐ I’m with you: 😭

Ubbe wants to make peace with the Saxons. He doesn’t care what it takes, but when you decided to follow him in the middle of the night, he’s not so sure anymore.

⭐ Lagertha’s Daughter (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) : 😭

Lagertha plans on attacking Kattegat, soon, and you, her daughter and Ubbe’s lover, just ask her to make you a promise (COMPLETE)

My Viking Prince (1) (2) (3) : 💕 💋

You’re Alfred sister, princess Y/N. All your life, you have believed that love is all about pleasing your husband and making him happy or that’s what your mother told you. Now, prince Ubbe is making you see things differently. (COMPLETE)

Once upon a fairy tale: (Preface)

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Say that again:

Ivar has never liked you, Ubbe Christian lover, and he makes that very clear.

⭐ The sweet baker and the bad biker (1) (2) (3) (4) (5): (vikings x SOA crossover) 😭

Ubbe, as the new president of SAMCRO, goes to the new bakery to see who is the owner and if he or she is a threat for Charming. He finds you, a sweet, cute and innocent girl who doesn’t hesitate to make him fall in love (COMPLETE)

🥇 They learn about periods 🎈

Together: 😭

Sigurd’s death threaten to tear not only your world but your relationship apart.

What you deserve (1): 😭

Ubbe knows that you’re pregnant with his son or daughter and that he needs to leave Kattegat if he wants to protect you. What he doesn’t know is if you’re going to make it. (ON GOING)

Winner’s prize : 💕 😭

Ubbe has put his life again at risk, but this time there are things in between that makes it different

Your daughter’s first boyfriend 🎈

HVITSERK RAGNARSON

⭐ Angst Alphabet (Tattoo Artist!Hvitserk) (1) 😭

- N for Nothing 😭

- O for Offended 😭

- P for Pressure 😭

- Q for Quake 😭

- R for Rob 😭

- S for Surgery 😭

- T for Time 😭

- X for Xx 😭

Crush AU (1) (2): 💕 💋

Shitty job, shitty life, too much stress. What’s better to solve those problems that your hot, handsome and funny roommate’s brother? (COMPLETE)

⭐ First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

🎈

Him (MODERN AU): 😭

Hvitserk and you are seeing each other behind your boyfriend’s back, his half-brother Magnus. And leaving the latest isn’t easy.

His lady: 😭

You’re his lady, he’s your prince.

Home: 😭

What do you call home when you have lost everything? You come back to Kattegat to fight Ivar, but it’s hard to know that Hvitserk will be there too.

Imagine 2

NSFW Alphabet 💋

Octopus: 💕

Hvitserk is sick and just wants cuddles. (can be read as the second part of him)

Rewrite the stars (Song inspired) 💕

Soon to be husband: 😭

Hvitserk’s back from raiding only to find you promised to another man. It’s up to him do something or not about it.

Taken : 😭

You are taken by the saxons, along with your soon to be husband, Hvitserk. And you do not hesitate in protecting him, not caring about the consequences

🥇 ⭐ They learn about periods 🎈

They don’t know about us 💕

You know that Kattegat will never approve of your relationship with Hvitserk, not matter how hard you try. But you love him anyway.

⭐ Your daughter’s first boyfriend 🎈

IVAR RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet 😭

Checkmate: 😭 💕

Ivar hasn’t always been the murderous king we know. There was a spark initiating the fire.

First time being a dad (MODERN AU) 🎈

Quiet days: 💕 💋

Ivar is in a bad mood and it seems like only you can fix that

🥇 They learn about periods 🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend 🎈

BJORN RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet 😭

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

🎈

Imagine 1

🥇 They learn about periods 🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend 🎈

ALFRED

Something that there wasn’t there before (Song inspired) 💕

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ificanwriteiscannon · 4 years

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ificanwriteiscannon masterlist

YAAAY, I finally made it!! Ok, so I’m pretty sure its probably missing a lot of stuff and it’s not the best masterlist ever, BUT at least its one right?! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Social media AUs:

Ben Hardy -

From haters to lovers (part.2)

Harry Styles -

Accidentally in Vegas (part.2)

Soulmate au

Y/N and Harry’s relationship on instagram

MCU -

Meeting and dating Bucky Barnes (part.2)

Y/N and Avengers texts

Proud godparent Steve shares a picture of his best friends’ family moment.

Bohemian Rhapsody cast -

Joe and Ben in Y/N’s IG (Gwil’s girlfriend)

Boyfriend!Ben jealous of girls night

Pregnancy/ Babies AU

Reader is Joe Mazzello’s sister and secretly dating Ben Hardy.

Reader and Gwilym’s relationship

Harry Potter Universe -

Sirius Black x reader modern AU

Draco x reader modern AU

Draco and Y\N Malfoy social media

Dorcas, Hestia, Lily, Mary and Marlene’s vacation

Musitians -

Roger Taylor x Reader + John Deacon x Reader AU

Duff Mackagan x Reader AU

Supernatural -

Baby Girl Winchester in her parents’ snapchats au

DC-

Being best friends with Caitlin and Barry, but having a crush on him

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Aesthetics \\ Moodboards:

Klaus Mikaelson in love with a marmaid au

Harry Styles’ retro love aesthetic

Natasha’s little hacker sister in a relationship with Bucky au

Spencer Reid’s girlfriend au

Persephone and Hades aesthetic

Sam Winchester’s girl aesthetic

Being Draco Malfoy’s wife

BIKER!IVAR Aesthetic

Lagertha’s daughter and secretly dating Ivar

IL VOLO MONARCHY AU

Loki loving a Midgardian girl with powers AU

Harry Styles in a HP AU

Kol x Reader x Klaus AU

Guns n roses members as greek gods AU moodboard.

Friends with benefits with Damon Salvatore

One direction as demigods

Kpop idols

Ateez in Hogwarts houses

Christmas kpop aesthetics

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Imagines:

Supernatural-

Mommy Winchester (Sam x Reader) \\ ( family album ) \\ Flashback

Musitians-

The roommate ( Brian May x Reader)

Tiny dancer (Axl Rose imagine)

Just give me a reason (Douglas!Nikki Sixx Imagine)

You’re the one (Jake Kiszka imagine)

Broken Strings (Harry Styles Imagine)

True Love (Harry Styles Snow White AU)

Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna Jr. (Nikki Sixx imagine)

The memory of you (Ringo imagine)

Actors -

Dynasty –Ferdia Walsh-Peelo Imagine

Ben Hardy Imagine – James Oliver Jones

Harry Potter Universe-

Draco Malfoy imagine

Regulus Black imagine

Criminal Minds-

Come back to me- Spencer Reid imagine

Vikings-

Ubbe Lothbrok imagine - Treat you better

Stranger Things-

Steve Harrington imagine

Steve Harrington Imagine ( not related to the first one, but apparently I keep forgetting to name imagines.. insert facepalm here)

MCU-

Loki’s Sigyn

Peaky Blinders-

Love Story (A Luca Changretta imagine)

Kpop-

Vampire au

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#masterlist #my masterlist #ificanwriteiscannon masterlist

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mrsarnasdelicious · 4 years

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Random AU's No One Asked For

Alfred: Musician AU

Athelstan: Single Father AU

Bjorn: Sports Club AU

Floki: Fairy Tale AU

Halfdan: Mafia AU

Harald: Pirate AU

Heahmund: Monster Hunter AU

Hvitserk: Spy AU

Ivar: Space Travel AU

Kalf: Cowboy AU

Ragnar: Treasure Hunter AU

Rollo: Biker AU

Sigurd: Secret Royalty AU

Torstein: Zookeeper AU

Ubbe: College AU

#Vikings

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honestsycrets · 5 years

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✨ 5CW: Sigurd || Masterlist ✨

The day arrives! I did not hit my quota for fics I intended on finishing, so you’ll see this masterlist updating little by little. I hope you all will enjoy the pieces that I did manage to make, however.

✨ M x F (Reader Insert)✨

A Small Cost

➳ Drabble: Modern Fluff | Biker!Sigurd x Prostitute!Reader | tw: prostituting

❝ Hating the Reader’s choice in jobs, Sigurd offers her a way out. ❞

Another!

➳ Drabble: Modern | Bar Owner!Sigurd x Reader | tw: sad!reader

❝ After the reader ends up drunk as a skunk, Sigurd takes care of her. ❞

The Designer

➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Reader x Lagertha | tw: slavery

❝ After the Reader is put up for sale by his mother, Sigurd discovers who had been the one to take care of his oud. ❞

It Had To Be (Him)

➳ Oneshot: Modern | Sigurd x Reader x Ivar!Husband | tw: siblings fighting

❝ On her birthday, she has one wish: that they get along. ❞

Heal My Heart

➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Blind!Reader & Best Friend!Ivar | tw: assault, fighting (verbal and otherwise)

❝ After leaving Sigurd to take care of his little brother, the reader goes to harvest herbs... alone. ❞

The Oud

➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Reader | tw: none

❝ Sigurd shows the reader how to play his oud. ❞

Double Trouble

➳ Drabble: Modern | Pregnant!Reader x Sigurd | tw: floof!

❝ Sigurd feels guilty when he does it..... again. ❞

✨ Platonic✨

Be a Man!

➳ Drabble: Vikings | Sigurd & Ubbe | tw: mention of childbirth

❝ After the reader kicks Sigurd out of the room, Ubbe finds him. ❞

Rainwater

➳ Drabble: Vikings | Sigurd x Aslaug | tw: mention of cheating, angst

❝ Being the only ‘big man’ in the house, Sigurd looks for his mother after Sigurd’s departure. ❞

For Her Brother

➳ Oneshot | Sigurd x Male!OC & Reader | tw: bisexual/gay!sigurd, fake marriages

❝ She’ll do anything to protect their lives-- even if it means faking her own marriage. ❞

✨ Other ✨

Zombies!

Love Alphabet **

NSFW Alphabet **

Tags: As a note, I’ll only be tagging my all once unless otherwise asked for.

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Sigurd 5CW Tags:

@alicedopey @sununicorn @shadioux-fox @lol-haha-joke @lisinfleur @sincerelysinister @snake-eye-blaeja

#Sigurd x Reader #Sigurd/Reader #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd #sigurd ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye x reader #vikings imagines #vikings imagine #vikings/reader #vikings x reader

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imaginesmai · 5 years

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Ubbe-The sweet baker and the bad biker (SOA AU) (5-FINAL)

A lot of fluff and just a little angst for the final part @worldisadirtyplace, I hope you like it!

Plot: hospitals are not Ubbe’s favourite place.

Ubbe hated hospital. As a member of SAMCRO, he wasn’t really used to them. If they had a problem, they solved them in the club; because showing up in the hospital with a bullet wound usually led up to unwanted questions. The first time he got shot was when he was eleven; he had been working with his father in the club, messing around with Jax probably, when some masked guys appeared. They came in shooting and killed his little brother Sigurd and nearly him too. He didn’t remember much about it, just an immense pain in his side for weeks. As he sat in a chair with his arm in a plaster and his body in pain, he wished he would have been shot again. If it could get you back to him, he would get shot a thousands times. Hell, he was willing to sacrifice himself if you would be safe. But that wasn’t the case.

The doctor that had taken you away hadn’t come back yet. In the waiting room, all the sons were resting on a chair. Tig was filling his third cup of coffee, Chibs was sleeping in four chairs and Hvitserk was trying to comfort his brother the best he could. But no words could erase the memory of your scared eyes against his, begging him to do something. Someone cleared his throat in front of him.

“Ubbe.” he found Aslaug looking at him with kind eyes. “Tig has called me. How are you, baby?”

Ubbe didn’t answered, he just looked back down to the floor. In that moment, he didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Multiple lacerations caused by glass, bullet-wound in the shoulder and two broken knuckles along with a sprained knee.” Hvitserk answered after a while, seeing that his brother was back to look at the ground. ”He’s okay, mum. A little shaken up.”

Aslaug sighed and sat up in the chair next to Ubbe. With a silent nod, Hvitserk left to refill his cup of coffee and to smoke a cigarrete in the parking. That left Ubbe and Aslaug alone.

“Have you eaten something?” she asked softly, receiving silence. “Baby, you need to have dinner. It’s almost three a.m.”

Again, no response.

“I… know I haven’t been the number one supporter of your relationship or the decisions that came out from it.” she said. “But I also know that she’s a good girl, Ubbe. I was just afraid she was going to take you away.”

“She wanted to meet you.” Ubbe spoke for the first time since he arrived. “Y/N talked about you sometimes, as a great woman. I told her you were not that special. You want to know what she told me? That you were amazing because you raised good men and managed to keep our family safe in difficult times. She knew you didn’t like her, but still stood up for you when I went to her ranting about you.”

“I-I didn’t know that.” Aslaug said, surprised; she knew you were a good person, but not as good as that. “She’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.” he raised his voice a little, and after looking around talked lower. “You didn’t see her, mum. She was so scared. Crying and trembling while that… beast dragged her inside. And the-en, he was t-trying to choke her… a-and-“

Ubbe was interrupted by his own sob, that made him shake. Aslaug hugged his son and, soon, his head placed itself on her chest, and she was cradling him like a baby. She hadn’t liked you, that was sure. Aslaug had seen how her son tried to get out of a business that only meant death, how he was unfocused on his tasks because he was thinking of you. Protecting her family had been her first priority always, but she couldn’t have done anything to prevent his son’s heart breaking.

“Has the doctor said anything?” she asked after a while.

“Tig heard them talking about a girl who had to be taken into an emergency surgery. -he whispered.” We think that’s her. But the doctor hasn’t come back.

“He will, don’t worry Ubbe.” she smiled softly, running a hand through his hair. “And I know she will be fine.”

“I hope so, mum.” he sighed. “I hope so.”

One by one, the members of SAMCRO fell asleep against the chairs. The night went by and the doctor still wasn’t back. The only one who hadn’t come back was Hvitserk, who Ubbe had asked to go to your house, to keep an eye on Sully. Aslaug kept pacing through the corridor, managing to get some information out of a nurse. It seemed that one of your lungs was deadly damaged and they had to take it out before it was too late for you. You had been in two emergency surgeries; the first one, to get the damaged lung out of you caring of not crashing anything important. The second one, to give you a new on from an emergency donator. Aslaug really suspected it was from Mrs Lowman, yet they didn’t give away any information.

Ubbe was nearly asleep too when he heard the well-known paws of Sully in the corridor. He looked up to see Hvitserk with a running Sully by his side, who was too quiet. The dog looked around and sniffled for a bit before finding Ubbe and setting her head into his lap.

“Hey, girl.” he smiled sadly. “You missing your momma, hm? She’ll be here soon, I promise.”

“I thought I should bring her here.” Hvitserk said, sitting beside him. “She was whining and crying. I think she knows something has happened to Y/N.”

“She’s a smart girl.” Ubbe said, looking at Sully’s sad look. “How did you managed to get her in? I thought no dogs were allowed.”

“Might or might have not used my gun.” Hvitserk shrugged, earning a hard glare from Ubbe. “What? It’s just a dog, she won’t do anything bad. Will you, Sully? No, because you’re a good girl, right? Who’s a good girl?”

Ubbe let out a little laugh as he listened to his brother put a ridicule high-pitched voice for the dog, who wasn’t paying attention to him. He could almost feel the sadness radiating from the animal, who looked at the corridor with sad eyes. Petting her head helped him to take his mind out of the memory of your scared and bruised face, but he had to come back to the real world when no more than an hour later the doctor came out.

He had big bags under his eyes, and was getting bloodied gloves out of his hands; not that anyone saw that. His shoulders were heavy with tension, and his eyes were looking for someone.

“Mr Lothbrok?” he asked. “Or anyone related with Y/N Y-“

The doctor didn��t get to say your last name before, at least, ten people in the waiting room rose up from their seats. Ubbe understood the surprise in the doctor’s eyes; not always you could see more than ten SAMCRO members and a huge dog looking at you with expectant eyes.

“I-Is-“

“How is she?” Aslaug interrupted her son, who looked like he would faint.

“She…Y/N is fine.” he gave a weak smile. “We’ve almost lost her more times that I can count, but she’s safe for now.”

A chorus of happy sighs appeared in the room, and Ubbe felt Hvitserk hugging him while trying to get a hold on Sully. The dog, who had smelled you in the doctor’s clothes, was trying to get closer.

“Can I…is she awake?” Ubbe said with a small voice.

“Yeah, we’ve kept her in for a while because the anesthesia had to wore off. Sorry for the wait, guys.”

A look from Aslaug was all it took for Ubbe to follow the doctor. They walked through numerous corridors, filled with people and medical staff. A large window was following them all the way, and Ubbe realised the sun was starting to rise. The worry and the fear in his mind had clouded his time-passing senses; the whole club had been waiting in a shitty room for hours and he couldn’t be any more grateful.

Finally, they arrived to a white door with the number one hundred on it. Ubbe stood still for a while, looking at the oxide in the corners of the door and the stains in the walls. Deep down, he was scared. Scared to find you in a bed with a nearly broken body, to see you hanging from life or barely breathing. What scared him the most, however, was seeing your face. Maybe you were angry at him; you had every reason, he thought. Because of him you had been nearly killed, and, in some way, he would understand if you left him. That was the best possibility. If he saw your scared face once again, that time directed to him, he was sure he would die in a second. A cold hand on his shoulder made him look to his side.

“She’s fine, Mr Lothbrok.” the doctor gave him a soft smile.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” he sighed. “I know she’s in good hands, but you don’t know what happened there. She might not want to see me again.”

“Well, I do know.” he let out a laugh. “Your girl is pretty talkative, you know? She wouldn’t stop talking about how you entered there between fireworks and war paint, to take her between your arms and save her.”

“What?” Ubbe smiled.

“She was pretty high on pain-meds, but I got the idea.” the doctor said. “Go and see her, she’s waiting for you.”

After a deep breath, he opened the door; and not a thousands wars could have prepared to see you. You were laying in a white bed, your hair sprawled in the pillow and the sun kissing your skin softly. That was the beautiful part. You also had an horrible bruise around your left eye, and your lip had a few stiches. The sheets were showing your collarbone, that was blue and black, and the hand where you had the IV was purple, along with your arm. Still, with a tube in your nose and a sore throat, you managed to smile.

“Hey stalker.” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, and made Ubbe’s eyes fill with tears. “You’re pretty banged up.”

“Have you looked at yourself, darling?” he let out a dry laugh, and walked towards the bed.

“Say that to my face.” you smiled softly.

His hand found yours and gave it a soft squeeze, almost afraid it would break. Ubbe had troubles sitting in the chair beside your bed, as his sprained knee didn’t bulge. It took him a minute to find a comfortable position in the chair, but he didn’t let go of your hand for a second. Almost afraid that you would disappear if he did so.

“Is everyone alright?” you asked.

“Sleeping out there, waiting to see you. Hvitserk was cuddling Sully when I left him.”

“She’s here?” your eyes lighted up.

“Of course, he brought her here last night.” Ubbe smiled

“And, Mrs Lowman?”

Ubbe’s silence was enough for you. You had suspected she hadn’t made it to the hospital, but the doctor hadn’t tell you anything. You tried to blink away the tears and calm your breathing before talking again.

“Is… her son here?”

“He’s on his way.” he sighed. “He was with his wife, preparing everything for the weeding.”

“God, Ubbe.” you let out a sob. “She-I saw how they killed her. I-I-“

“If you’re going to say you could have done something, don’t.” he frowned.

“But maybe everything would be alright if I hadn’t gone out! Halfsack would be-“

“Please, darling.” Ubbe ran a hand across your face. “Please, don’t blame this on you. He was more than willing to give his life for you, everyone is. You’ve charmed everything here, Y/N.”

You smiled through the tears and the pain, happy to be alive and to be with Ubbe again.

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One step at a time. It wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it? You had to move first your right foot and then the left one. The stairs of your flat weren’t even that high, they were just old. But you couldn’t seem to climb them. Ubbe had passed by your side on multiple occasions, his arms full of the things that you had accumulated in your hospital room during the two months you had stayed there. It wasn’t much, just some clothes, your computer and personal objects; yet Ubbe didn’t even let you carry your own coat. The third time he walked down the stairs you were ready to throw him out and wipe that stupid smirk off his face. He stopped by your side with his arms crossed.

“You need any help, darling?”

“I’m doing fine, thank you.” you scoffed, walking another step up.

“You sure? Because I’ve already passed by you two times.”

“Not my fault you are too fast.”

“Come on, even Hvitserk after a nap is faster than you.” he laughed. “Let me help you.”

He tried to reach for you, and you almost gave up when you smelt his aftershave and the cigarettes he had smoked outside. In general, Ubbe was too tempting to stay away from him, yet you turned your head to the other side.

“No, I’m fine. Let me do it.”

“Darling, I’m hosting you up.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I am. Be ready.”

“Ubbe, I swear- Ubbe!”

With ease, he took you in his arms like if you weighted nothing, and shut your complains with a short kiss. You kept rambling and talking under your breath, blushing and wishing you could do things on your own. Not that you were complaining with the treatment.

“You shouldn’t be carrying me with your knee.” you worried. His knee had been dislocated in the incident of you bakery, and he hadn’t been taking good care of it. When he was not with you in the hospital, he was working into the getting the club out of the illegal stuff.

“It’s been two months, Y/N. My knee is more than okay.”

“Well, you shouldn’t carry me because of your shoulder.”

“Healed too, darling.” he laughed.

“Because I should be able to do things on my own!” you said as he placed you down on your door. You crossed your arms and pouted, deep down wanting to be between his arms again.

“You have a new lung, it’s better if you don’t force yourself.” Ubbe pulled you into his arms, and you hugged his waist. “I just want to take care of you.”

“And I want to have a normal life.” you sighed. “Without feeling tired all the time.”

Ubbe kissed your hair, running his hand up and down your back. The guilt on his chest hadn’t disappeared yet, but he was becoming used to live with it. You were alive, between his arms and that was all that mattered. Your little peace was interrupted by your wonderful neighbour.

“Y/N!” David Hale’s voice made you tear apart. “I didn’t know you were coming home so soon.”

“It was an unexpected decision. “ you smiled, taking Ubbe’s hand after tearing away from him. “Doctor Alfred thought I was out of danger, and let me out after some warnings.”

“That’s good!” he smiled. “Will you be going back to the bakery then?”

“I-I still don’t know.” you shrugged, looking down. “I haven’t been there since… you know.”

The topic was still sensitive to you and to almost everyone in the club. Not only they have lost Halfsack, but it was also a reminder that they were never safe; not even his families.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he frowned. “I didn’t mean to-“

“We’ve got things to do, Hale.” Ubbe rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t you a charmer, Lothbrok.” he scoffed. “Anyway, if you need help with anything, you know where to find me.”

A mischievous smile formed in Ubbe’s lips, and you already knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Won’t be necessary, I’m moving in with her. “Ubbe smirked. “We won’t be needing for you.”

“That’s a surprise.” his eyes widened. “And the club?”

You rolled your eyes at his question, not having missed one a bit the constant bickering between your neighbour and your biker.

“That’s none of your-“

“They will manage without him, David.” you interrupted him, giving Ubbe’s hand a hard squeeze. “But thanks for your concern.”

“Yeah.” after an awkward silence, he let out a chuckle. “Who would have guessed.”

“Guess what?”

“That the sweet baker would end up with the bad biker.” David smiled. “I’m-I’m actually leaving town for a while, you know. Bigger chances out there. So I wish you the best.”

“I hope you’re happy out there, David.” Ubbe was trying to avoid you touching the deputy, yet you got your hand out of his iron grip with a hard tug. You could practically feel his pout while you gave David a quick hug.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for the poor souls that are going to get in your way.” Ubbe laughed, placing his arm on your shoulders.

The conversation died down quickly, and after one last hug, David left. Ubbe walked with you inside, and threw himself on the couch. He opened his arms, waiting for you to cuddle on his chest. The apartment was quiet, too quiet without Sully. While you moved Ubbe’s things into your apartment, you thought it was better if Sully was out; she tended to chew on the boxes and destroy some of your clothes. So you decided to leave her in the club house, and they were more than happy to have her. Hvitserk had become so in love with her he took her to the porn studio or to anywhere he went. Tig actually used her to get the girls, and even Aslaug smiled when she walked beside her.

“I already miss Sully.” you pouted. “This is too quiet without her.”

“She’ll be barking our ears off in no time.” Ubbe said. “I’m sure your neighbours don’t miss her. I hope they know what is coming. If I hear a complain about Sully, they’re going to have the whole club at their doors.”

“This is going to get crowded.” you pointed out. “I hope you aren’t too fond of your privacy.”

“The only thing I’m fond of is you, darling.” he gave a soft squeeze to your ass. “And this ass.”

“You’re the worst.” you laughed, kissing him slowly. “I liked how it sounds.”

“How it sounds what?”

“The sweet baker and the bad biker.” you pecked again his lips, making him whine like a child for more. “Although I would call it the clumsy baker and the whiny biker.”

“We can be whatever you want darling.” Ubbe smiled. “As long as we are together. “

Yeah, that sounded right. The sweet baker and the bad biker, forever and ever. Until a barking Sully tear you apart.

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Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big. Serious. Just don't ask. Anything about Mads is too intense for me! I hope you guys like this! Universe | Kriger Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Dark! Hvitserk, Biker! Hvitserk, Criminal AU, Modern Vikings AU, Crossover requested by @lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW5 Words | 7184 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mentions of violence, death, grieving, blood, suicide, and torture. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

You couldn't really believe. After everything he did for that shitty colors, your sweet friend was there, lying cold in a wooden box, killed by the men he wanted to impress.

Guilt kicked in. You were the one who convinced Mads to get cold about CC's fast climbing on the gang, to learn from him so he could become better and maybe reach his goals. The fucking vest he never had, a symbol of something you wanted to burn to ashes now that Mads wasn't there to laugh with you and say you were a pyromaniac.

His favorite one.

You didn't dare to come closer. You knew how destroyed Joy was. She just had their baby - the baby Mads was boasting about, all happy about his soon to come child he wouldn't be there to see growing into a man - when everything happened. Her nurse was the one to find Mads' body at the door. The poor woman wasn't even bleeding anymore: the sudden and terrifying death of her husband caused her body to stop the recovering period from her labor and now she was there, stuck in between tears and a crying baby that would always remember her from what she lost. You couldn't imagine her pain, but you were sure the last person Joy would want to see was someone related to Mads' "work". So, you kept some distance, asking your best friend forgiveness for not giving him a proper goodbye. You would respect his beloved wife's pain and you knew, somewhere in the afterlife, Mads would understand your distance and lack of words for his simple funeral.

You were about to leave when a bunch of men came in motorcycles. For a second, you held the gun in your waist, ready to shot any bastard from the Wolves who had the audacity to show up for Mads' funeral, but then, something took your breath away: one of those men came out of his motorcycle, took out the helmet and came closer to Joy who looked at him and collapsed in his arms; heavy sobs shaking her body against the supportive embrace of a man you couldn't believe you were seeing.

Whoever that man was, he was Mads. With braided hair and a furious expression, but Mads, from the head to the toes! You heard Mads mentioning a twin brother once, but you never thought he was serious about this family he had traveling around the world. However, almost like an irony from destiny, his words were confirmed with those strange men coming down from their motorcycles, all in vests like the Wolves had. Colors of a motorcycle club you came closer trying to identify.

"Descendants from Odin," you mumbled, reading the jacket of one of them, a tall red-haired one with a single braid hanging from his head until the middle of his back, tied with strands of leather.

He came closer to the coffin, along with the others: A blonde one, with some kind of braided mullet hair and a goatee and a bald bearded one, taller like the red-haired - this last one punching the tree next to Mads' coffin with all his anger, while the others seemed to be more conformed with the cruel truth. There was a fifth one who remained leaning on the motorcycle, lighting a cigarette. There was something strange around his legs, like hard equipment, and a cane in his motorcycle - the reason why you thought he didn't come closer: to avoid walking. This one - black-haired with utterly blue eyes - was the one who noticed you were near; his eyes almost crossed your soul like cold daggers when he looked at you as if he was ready to beat you down with that can for daring to come into his imaginary territory.

"This is my brother's funeral, woman. Who are you?" he asked, angrily.

"I'm Y/N," you answered "I was Mads' friend... I didn't know he had more than one brother." you said, surprised.

But the blue-eyed man seemed to recognize your name.

"Y/N, from The Sirens. I know who you are. Mads' spoke about you..." he said, mentioning the club you were part of, despite the fact you weren’t wearing their colors for this moment.

"Y/N?" the honey-haired one spoke your name and you felt your heart sinking into your chest.

It was Mads' voice.

Your eyes filled with tears you didn't pour and you turned yourself to look at him.

Mads' clone had left Joy's side, coming near to speak to you. Looking from closer, he was different from Mads. There was a beard Mads didn't let grow and his hair was braided, imprinting a stronger impression. He also wasn't so smiley and his voice was kinda hoarser.

Or maybe it was just your heart trying desperately to find differences to tell your brain that man wasn't your Mads. Your poor sweet Mads.

"You must be Hvit… Hvits..." you rolled your tongue to speak his name and he softly smiled, probably remembering how Mads never understood why his mother called them such different names.

"Hvitserk. Yes. This is me. It's nice to meet you, well... It could be nicer." he sighed "Do you know what happened? Anyone knows who did this to my little brother?"

You grunted, annoyed.

"There are some bastards saying he was a rat, but I hardly doubt! Mads was crazy about that club and he would do anything for those colors, except abandoning Joy. That's why he left in the middle of a reunion Tom was making to find a supposed rat that was delivering the gang members to the police around. I don't know precisely what happened, for I'm not a part of those sons of bitches in vests, but the end of the story is that: They spit on his name as if he was the traitor and one of them shot him for this. I heard it was CC. Some say it was Tom himself."

Hvitserk's face was frowning more and more as you were speaking and so it was the blue-eyed man's face, gaining wrinkle over wrinkle as your story was going forward.

"And what do you believe, Y/N?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you with those eyes so similar to your friend's. "Mads used to say he didn't trust anyone else as he did to you. I'll follow my brother's instincts. Tell me what do you think about this."

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to tell you things he didn't say even to Joy.

Damn tears. You wiped your face, sighing.

"I hardly doubt CC pulled that trigger," you said, looking at Hvitserk "I didn't like the bastard, but Mads was too close to him and they were kinda helping each other all the time. He may have something with it, but I don't believe it was him. However, if someone knows who pulled the trigger against my friend's head, this person is CC. Joy's nurse saw him at the spot. We could try to speak to him. As long as I know he lives in a boat at the docks." you said, seeing the man in front of you nodding.

"Today we'll bury my brother. From tomorrow on, you shall help me to find the bastards who killed him and then, I'll bury them all with him."

He had a different tone. Mads was innocent, sweet and kind.

Hvitserk...

Hvitserk seemed to have the talent for that life. Even his hand felt heavier than Mads' on yours. And his smile was smaller and full of malice you never saw in your friend's lips.

"Ubbe!" Hvitserk called and the red-haired one came closer. "Take Joy with you. She'll need help with the baby and stuff. I'll take it from here, but this is something I wanna do by myself."

"You gonna get yourself in trouble. We already fucking lost a brother, Hvitserk!" Ubbe warned.

But in an action utterly different from Mads' passivity, Hvitserk frowned at the taller man, looking at him with anger sparkling in his eyes.

"They killed my little brother, Ubbe. That man into that coffin was the half of me and they fucking put a bullet through his head. I'll be sure Mads' face will haunt them until the last moment of their lives. I'll be sure to be there when it happens, Ubbe. I'll be sure to be the one pulling the damn trigger. I want them down. My brother will never see his son growing, but I'll be sure his murders will never see anything but his face. I owe him this and I'll do it. I can take care of myself."

You kept your eyes on that man. So similar, yet so different from your Mads. Hvitserk was darker, harder as if he was made to that angry life - quite the opposite you always thought about sweet Mads. In fact, you thought the birth of Mads' son would take him outta that life for good.

You never thought it would be that way.

"Fine. If you need us..." the older one accepted, resigned.

"I know what to do." Hvitserk said, patting Ubbe's shoulder and looking at you "I have no place to stay in this town and it is good for me to stay hidden for the moment because we don't want to fuck the surprise. Do you know where I can stay?" he asked you.

And you sighed.

"I have a trailer. You can stay with me. Mads used to sleep there when Joy and he had fights. I think you'll be fine there." You offered and he nodded, accepting your offer.

"It's good to see my brother had some good friend in this place," he said, causing your heart to clench.

Ubbe softly conducted Joy outta that place into the car she came from and followed her car with his motorcycle, leaving with her. Slowly, the other brothers started leaving as well and then, you allowed yourself to come closer to Mads' coffin, touching his cold hands and placing in between them a small and silly gift you had made for him. It was a sticker for his motorcycle, a circle that said: "Proud Dada", around his neck tattoo. The skull was holding a pacifier in its mouth. You never saw the laughs you thought that little joke would bring to his lips.

"Wherever you are, I hope they make good burgers, brother," you said, trying to hold your cry to the little gasp that scene took from your mouth and the tears that rolled down your face when the cemetery workers started preparing to take his body to the crematory.

Hvitserk came closer as well. He lowered himself and touched his forehead with Mads', ignoring the coverage to the bullet hole and speaking low, almost as a secret in between them both.

"I see you in Valhalla, brother."

You saw him caressing Mads' face and then closing the coffin causing you to turn your face away, feeling suffocated. The tears becoming thicker in your face, closing your throat.

"Shit," you cursed, swallowing dry.

"It hurts me too," Hvitserk said, sighing. "He told me a lot about you. I can see he was right about how deep you two were."

It was enough for you to lose control and break into tears again.

"Fuck... He was my little brother. I was supposed to be there for him. He should be happy, boasting around about making a boy with Joy... Shit!" you cursed.

And then, you felt his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace just like you saw him doing with Joy, moments earlier.

"That's ok... We gonna tell his son how freaking good his father was. We gonna tell him everything Mads wanted to teach him... Everything."

You wanted it all to be a terrible prank. You wanted that man to laugh like Mads and say there was no twin brother and the stuff in the box was a dummy he paid to make, just to laugh at your face in one of those stupid games Mads used to invent.

But that wasn't the fresh scent of your friend's arms. And into Hvitserk's embrace, you cried until your heart was empty once again.

"You can sleep here," you said, preparing the day-bed for him with some blankets Mads used to borrow from you in the nights he spent in your house.

Hvitserk was now in sweat pants and a shirt that was only making him look even more different from Mads in your eyes: Mads would like to dress his football shorts. And would probably be with his hair locked in that man bun so common for him.

"I know. I'm just like him..." Hvitserk said, sighing, noticing you were all the time staring at him.

"It’s the exact opposite," you answered, calling Hvitserk's attention. "You look like him. But you're not like him. You're pretty different."

Hvitserk leaned his head, smiling with that strange curve in his lips once again. Mads would be laughing.

"Yet, you can't avoid comparisons," he said and you nodded.

"Same face, not the same actions. Mads would be laid already," you kinda joked, and his smile became bigger.

"Well... Mads knew you already. He always said I would like to know you and..."

"That one day he would make me his sister in law. I know." you rolled your eyes and Hvitserk chuckled.

His giggle with a light tone of malice.

"My brother knew what I like."

Ok. That was a direct punch on your face.

Mads wasn't this direct.

"Do you have some beer?" He asked, not giving you the right time to really process the hit you just received. "I would like to share one... for him." he completed.

Kinda waking you from your small shock when you went to the refrigerator, picking up a pair of long necks and throwing one for him.

The two of you went to the stairs of your trailer, opening the bottles and toasting before pouring some of the beer to the ground.

"For Mads," he said, drinking from his bottle.

You did the same, taking large gulps, sitting at the stars by his side.

"A woman who knows how to drink, who used to hide my brother from his mad old lady and take care of him, who lives by herself on a trailer in a city with lots of criminals and sleeps tranquil... What more could I know about you, Y/N?" Hvitserk smiled, drinking from his bottle.

It seems Mads really talked to him about you.

You took a new sip from your bottle and sighed.

"There is not too much to be known, Hvit... Damn... Your name is so fucking hard to speak! Why the fuck did your mother fucked you this way?" you asked and he laughed, this time, a loose laugh that really caught you for a moment.

He was so... Strangely attractive...

"I don't know. I think she wasn't planning twins and well, it would be Mads only. But then we came and mother had to find some other Scandinavian Viking name and then I ended up with the curse," he joked, getting a giggle from you. "It's said H-v-i-t-s-e-r-k" he tried to pronounce it slowly, just making it stranger for you.

"Mads used to call you Hvits," you said, solving the problem with a smile on both of your faces. "Well, Hvits, I'm a normal girl. I just try to take care of myself a little bit better than the other girls. That's all." you said, sipping from your bottle.

"Mads told me you're a founder in this motorcycle club of yours," he kept the casual conversation and you told him about the usual things your club were into and how you weren't so deep into the schemes of that gang war at the city.

Hvitserk also told you how Mads decided to leave the Descendants from Odin - his family club, as you now knew - when he fell in love with Joy and decided to quit the travel to stay in Demark with her.

Bad idea, you thought.

The conversation extended and you saw yourself laughing from Mads' childhood histories, such as Hvitserk had his time to laugh with you from the jokes and stories of your friendship with his brother.

It was already dawn when the two of you found the last bottle of beer into your refrigerator.

"This is the last one," you said, opening the bottle and taking a large sip.

"And I guess is now yours, right?" Hvitserk hit back, almost insinuating you were selfish.

But you offered the bottle to him with a smile.

"I'm a good hostess," you said, "We share."

"Share seems a nice idea," he said, coming closer and taking the bottle from your hand, putting it on your mouth instead of his.

You were kinda high, but you knew exactly which way he was taking. Hvitserk spent the whole night hitting on you with those direct sentences, suggestive words and the subtle game that made him utterly different from Mads in your eyes.

And you were sure you would lose that bet from months ago...

"I bet he wouldn't take one night to kiss you, Y/N! Hvitserk is terrible! When he wants a girl, he gets her. And I'm sure he'll like you when you have the chance to meet each other..."

You took a sip from the bottle and Hvitserk leaned himself, stealing half of the bear from your lips in a firm and intense kiss that got your legs trembling.

You were right: he was utterly different from Mads' sweetness to Joy. There was some fire in that man that was attracting you like a moth to the light. You felt his thumb caressing your cheek and he nuzzled his nose on yours.

"When this all ends, then I want to meet better this girl my brother wanted so hard to introduce me" he mumbled, and you giggled.

Here was the reason why he was going so far, so soon. Mads told him to.

Somehow Mads prepared everything for what he wanted.

"What?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you, curious.

"I owe that bastard ten dollars now," you said, causing Hvitserk to smile. "I bet he would be laughing on me now, saying he knew I couldn't resist your charm."

"Well, I guess I owe him ten dollars as well," he said, catching your curiosity and smiling "He bet I wouldn't spend a night by your side without wanting to kiss you."

Everything made sense for you and you smiled sadly. Mads' plan worked, after all. Pity he wasn't there to see how intelligent it was.

"He trapped us," Hvitserk smiled. "And found a way to earn twenty, the bastard. I'll miss him."

"Me too, but I don't wanna cry again," you said, sighing deeply to control the clenching on your throat, "Let us just imagine how hard he must be laughing at our faces now and get some sleep. We cannot lose the whole day. CC may leave and then, we're fucked."

Hvitserk agreed, getting into the trailer with you.

Things would be harsh from that moment on. It would be good for the two of you to have some rest.

The boat was locked at the docks, as you thought it would be. It looked empty.

"Fuck”, you cursed, thinking CC could have left after what happened to Mads.

It wouldn't be the first one to go away after that. The Wolves were dying, being caught or disappearing after Mads' murder with the police all over their spots and hunting Tom like the rat he was. If Mads wasn't dead, you would tell him not to be near those bastards.

You sighed, trying to shove the thoughts away.

"He's not here," you said to the hooded figure by your side: Hvitserk was covering his face and head to keep the disguise, but instead of being away from the place, he jumped into the boat.

"Then I think he won't care if we take a little look around right?"

Shit.

It could get you in troubles.

But how many times did you get yourself in trouble breaking into houses to save some of the girls your motorcycle club sisters had taken to shelters and stuff? How many times did you break houses and places like CC's boat for food when you were living on the streets?

It was for Mads. You could do this.

Hvitserk forced the door, confirming it was locked and prepared to kick it when you stopped him.

"Gimme a second," you said, taking a pair of clips from your hair, moving them into the lock from a side to another until hearing a click.

You then swirled the clips and the door opened under your fingers, causing Hvitserk to smile with that sexy curve in his lips once again.

"Good drinker, gorgeous, good conversation, and knows how to open a lock? Mads was right. You're my kind of girl, smukke" he said, causing you to softly giggle.

"Come on. We must finish before he comes back.”

The two of you got into the boat, starting to search for any information that could reveal you where CC was hiding now. You found some bottles, some packs of cigarettes, clothes, books. Everything a man would have in his house beside condoms and girl's lingerie - things you thought Hvitserk had discovered when you first heard his voice cursing.

"Fuck!"

But the curse was followed by something being messed up with relative anger and you thought you should warn him to not to break anything. However, as soon as you turned to speak to him, CC showed up at the door: a gun pointed to Hvitserk who took his hands out of the vault he was messing into, keeping his head lowered, covered by the hood.

"Hands where I can see," CC said as you slowly walked towards Hvitserk. "What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N? And who's this guy with you?"

You noticed Hvitserk's jaw was clenched into the hoodie and his hands were lightly trembling. What the fuck did he discover after all?

"I thought you weren't around after what happened. I came for information. Since your boat looked like an abandoned place, I thought you wouldn't be pissed if I took a look around..." you answered. "Put this shit down, CC."

However, he kept the gun pointed on you guys.

"Who's the guy?" he asked and Hvitserk giggled in a sinister way, causing you to feel shivers down your spine.

"He won't pull down the gun, Y/N. Because he knows what we discovered here, don't you, CC?"

His voiced caused CC to twist his face - and you to twist yours because you had no idea of what the hell he had found in that vault.

Whatever it was, got Hvitserk pissed enough for him to raise his head, pulling the hood, exposing his face to look at CC who almost jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mads..."

You had no time to tell him he was wrong. Hvitserk advanced against him taking the shock as a chance to hit the gun away from CC's hand, punching his face and advancing over him with punches and kicks in a fight that was completely unfair...

For CC.

You, who so many times cared for Mads' wounds from the fighting club of the Wolves, saw shocked the way Hvitserk was hitting CC multiple times, giving him almost no time to react with more than attempts to defend himself.

"Hvitserk wait!" you tried, shaking your head to recover from the shock and intending to advance to stop Mads' brother's fury.

However, his words caused your stomach to turn.

"It was this bastard's fault!" he yelled, kicking CC who was already on the ground, protecting himself, unable to get up. "This fucking bastard is the damn rat they were searching for! It was you! All the fucking time it was you, you damn shitty cop!"

Cop?

You froze once again and your eyes went to the vault Hvitserk had opened. On the lid, lots of pictures of Mads, you, other men from the gang. Down into the vault, there were some papers Hvitserk had spread. You picked up some of them seeing messages exchanged between CC and Mads, printed in official paper with the police station stamp. Forms of official declarations, a map with the places of the Wolves drug spots and their storages marked, pinned to more printed messages from Mads, teaching CC about the places he had worked on as a guard before...

You felt your heart sinking into your chest and your eyes filled with tears. Hvitserk pulled CC by the collar, forcing him to sit on a chair, tying his hands with a tie he found at the clothes you were messing with.

You came closer, throwing the papers over his chest.

"You were delivering them..." you said, looking at CC with tears pouring down your face. "I would understand you had to do your fucking job, to do something about what the Wolves were doing with this city. But you fucking used Mads' innocence to get information! You fucked my best friend!"

CC spat some blood on the ground taking a breath to speak.

"It wasn't like this. I tried to save him..."

"Liar!" you yelled. "Mads sent me a message when you helped him to escape the reunion! He told me you showed him a passage to leave the hidden place of the gang! That you helped him to leave the damn place for seeing Joy at her labor! He fucking thanked me for convincing him to trust in you because 'after all, Y/N, he's a good friend'! You god damn bastard!"

You stomped CC's balls, causing him to growl in pain, bending upon himself. You couldn't believe what he had done.

"I didn't know Tom would come after me..." he mumbled, hoarse. "I took the job for myself because I wanted... I wanted to give him a chance to flee. I didn't know Tom would come after me and shot him that way... I didn't want him to die. I... swear."

"You should have thought about this before fucking making him look like a damn rat! You bastard!" you yelled again.

Hvitserk messing up with the rest of the papers, discovering the whole operation that ended up with his brother's death.

"The bastard was doing more than that," he growled. "He got my brother in troubles, he used Mads to get pictures from the gang clients to the police... You fucking used my brother as much as you wanted, didn't you, you fucking coward?"

Your stomach was floating. You could remember the way Mads became pissed off when CC got his colors before him, through his idea. You could still hear your own words telling your friend to calm down and give a chance to the new guy. CC was starting to explain himself to Hvitserk when you picked his gun on the ground and placed a bullet on the needle, calling everyone's attention when you pointed the gun to CC's body.

"Where is Tom?"

"He's at the storehouse, at the end of the docks. He intends to meet a contact so he can fly away from Denmark. We'll..." CC answered, but you cut him.

"You won't do anything!" you yelled "You'll shut your fucking mouth CC. I believed you. Mads suspected you weren't trustable, but I believed you. You stained my friend's name; you fucking stole his colors and you used him like a damn tool for your needs! I should shoot you as many times as you shoot Mads' honor. I should fuck you and leave you bleeding to death like the damn pig you are. But Mads loved you." You growled, looking at him. "Mads loved you like a brother, CC, and you fucked him."

You came closer, looking at him. Hvitserk's heavy eyes over yours, watching.

"I won't kill you. Mads wouldn't. I won't." you touched the gun's barrel on CC's knee, looking right into his eyes. "But you won't ever forget what you did to him, CC. You'll never forget what you did to Mads."

You shot his knee, again and again, changing the gun from one hand to another and shooting his other knee, three more times, being sure he would never be able to fully recover from those wounds.

CC growled in pain, throwing his head back, in agony. But you pulled his head, forcing him to look at you.

"Mads once told me you felt guilty for a man you let die when you were at war or something like that. A friend you felt responsible for killing."

You pulled the gun's comb, taking bullet by bullet away from it until there was only one. Then, you reloaded the gun placing the single bullet on the needle.

"Live with your marks and the guilt of knowing you did it again, you killed someone that trusted you, you left a newborn without his father and created a new widow. Live with Mads' death on your shoulders along with this one you already carry until the end of your life," you said, pushing the loaded gun on CC's belly, forcing him to hold it with his now free hands you untied for him. "Or die like the coward you were through your whole life."

You got up and Hvitserk stood by your side.

"I won't make things easier for you CC. You killed Mads. You may not have pulled that trigger, but you were the one who killed my brother. Live with it or clean the world of your despicable existence by yourself."

You turned yourself to leave. Hvitserk by your side.

"Tom is yours, I promise you," you said, tears pouring from your face when he held your hand, tightly.

"We'll do it together. Mads would want us to do it this way."

His thumb caressed your face, wiping the tears. And he touched your forehead softly with his own.

The silence in between the two of you cut only by the short sound of a shot coming from the boat you left behind...

Tom's car was parked outside of the dock where CC told you he would be. Inside, a man with a shot in his head indicating Tom was outta control, burning witnesses, getting rid of proofs.

Hvitserk took the care of picking up CC's phone before you left the boat and now he was aware of the messages of Tom - who was supposedly waiting for him at the docs - and of his messages with a detective from Denmark Police Station - probably the one to who he was delivering the whole shit he was getting from Mads. According to the messages, she was waiting for CC's confirmation about the place where Tom would be for that meeting to send the police there, so it got Hvitserk and you kinda free to act: CC would never send that confirmation message. So, she would never have the right location.

You parked CC's car you and Hvitserk stole near Tom's, leaving it there. There was one single storehouse with the giant door open.

The two of you came in, walking through the containers to find Tom near the back door of the place, trying to make a call he should have tried a thousand times that night. The cellphone ringed in Hvitserk’s hand, denouncing your presence.

"CC won't come, Tom," you said, your gun in your hand, pointing on him. "It's over."

"As long as the brotherhood exists, it will never be over," he answered, looking at you, seeing Hvitserk by your side. "I killed you," he said and Hvitserk walked forward, pulling down the hood, looking straight at Tom. "I put a bullet through your head, you bastard! You don't fucking die?" he cursed, pulling the gun and shooting towards Hvitserk who dodged jumping aside and kicking Tom's chest with both of his feet, throwing him on the ground, violently.

With one foot, Hvitserk stomped Tom's hand, using the other to kick the gun towards you.

“I came back from hell to drag you there with me, you son of a bitch.”

You didn't get closer this time. You just picked up the gun and looked at Tom when Hvitserk started kicking his stomach to be sure the bastard wouldn't get up once again.

"You killed the wrong person, Tom," you said, calmly.

Hvitserk kicking him randomly in the middle of your words.

"Mads wasn't your rat..." More kicks. "Mads was just a guy who was fighting his skin off to impress you and get your colors so he could be a part of what you so proudly called a brotherhood."

Hvitserk kicked again, walking around Tom, kicking different places of his body, taking the small pauses in between your sentences to strike Tom one more time.

"He was the only one who really took it for granted and dedicated his life, literally, to make your brotherhood bigger and something real. Mads respected your rules, he believed in your members. But you all only used him and guess what... Someone like you used him as well and got into your organization... CC was your rat, dear Tom." you said, lowering yourself down just to show a picture Hvitserk had taken from CC's boat with CC beside the police girl. The two of them talking to each other, laughing at each other.

"She would be here tonight," Hvitserk said, looking at Tom's agonized face. "CC used my brother to keep himself informed and reach you. And then, you started giving everything he wanted to know so he could fuck your damn brotherhood my brother wanted so bad to be into."

"Mads... had a twin... Fuck." Tom spat some blood, giggling. "The gods found a way to screw up things twice." he laughed, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Mads respected you!" you yelled.

"Mads... was a rat. He may not be the rat I was searching for... But he was nothing but a rat. A goat you sacrifice to the piranhas when the rest of the flock needs to cross the river... He was cattle. And he died like the cattle he was!"

Hvitserk kicked his jaw this time, causing Tom to grunt, spitting some teeth and blood from his bitten tongue.

"You fucking bite your tongue before speaking about my brother. He was a good person. He would be an amazing father. And he was good-hearted. He really believed he would be a part of your stupid club one day. But guess what? You guys killed my brother to protect your damn club. Then I want you to know, I'll fucking hunt every single one of your members. Every single one of the bastards that already used the Wolves' colors. And I'll kill them, Tom. I'll kill every single one of your damn brothers dear CC listed to me when he was making the relation of your members for the police to arrest. I... will fucking... ERASE... YOUR DAMN LEGACY... FROM THIS SHITTY WORLD!" Hvitserk yelled, stomping Tom's hips, back, legs and arms while yelling, furious. "And when I finish, there won't be a single trace of your stupid brotherhood in this world! When I finish, you won't be anything but ashes!"

"Seems like a good thing for me," you suggested, looking at Hvitserk. "There is a lot of flammable stuff in this place. Cripple him. Let's set this place on fire and see if his gods are willing to help him now."

Hvitserk smiled.

His thoughts remembering him how much his little brother insisted you were his perfect mate.

But she's pyromaniac! She fucking loves any kind of fire!

"Light this place, smukke," he said, starting to hit Tom's legs to be sure the bastard wouldn't be able to leave.

You prepared everything around, bringing things closer, spreading the flammable stuff around and preparing your box of matches.

Leaving Tom agonizing at the ground, Hvitserk started walking away from the storehouse with you and you left the match behind, starting a fire that soon started swallowing the whole place. The two of you picked up a pair of beers you had bought on the way to the docks, opening them with the sounds of Tom's screams.

"For Mads," you said.

And Hvitserk agreed, pouring some beer to the ground, drinking in Mads' salute until the screams were totally silenced.

CC was dead, Tom was dead, your little brother was avenged. Now what?

After the last sip of that beer, you didn't know what to do now. Your club wasn't working anymore since the war of gangs started - to avoid the police to end up screwing everything. So, you were in your trailer, waiting for Mads' baby to come to kinda make your life better since he said he would make you the godmother of the boy... Now...

Now what?

You went home silently and your silence ended up calling Hvitserk's attention. He respected your silence until the two of you arrived in your trailer, exchanging some messages with his brothers through his phone.

"Ubbe settled Joy in one of our father's old properties. Mads boy will grow up in his favorite farmhouse," he said, breaking your thoughts for a moment.

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to say he would love to bring his child there to teach him how to ride a horse.

"Mads used to talk about that place. He would be happy to know this," you commented.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow with the club," Hvitserk said, causing your smile to become smaller.

Too soon, right?

"The crematory will release my brother's ashes and we intend to make a small ceremony while leaving, spreading his ashes on the road. Some family thing, to rest on the road we used to live in..." he explained, and you nodded, understanding the meaning of that.

You felt his fingers touching your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

"Come with us," he said, surprising you with the invitation.

"What? I... You mean, leave everything and..." you stuttered, but his voice sounded firmer.

"And burn the road with me and my family. Run the world, know new places, sleep in cheap motels and enjoy life. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Come with us," he insisted, caressing your face with that thumb touch you were starting to get used in him. "Mads wanted us to be together, I like you and I want to know you better. And my brother told me dozens of times he was your family in here. There is nothing for you here now, smukke. It would be awesome to have you by my side."

It was an incredible experience: to run around the world with your bike and an amazing guy by your side. But...

"My bike is not for these trips, Hvits... I would have to keep you here for some time to fix it and improve and I don't have the money to..." you started seeing all the excuses and then, Hvitserk's index lifted your chin once again.

"Take Mads' bike with you. It's the last memory of my brother I would like to keep. And you're the one person I think he would like to have it. Joy will never let her child be a motorcyclist like his father and we all understand why. My brother's bike would be stuck forever at the garage and this is a terrible fate for such an important thing. Take it with you and come with us, smukke. This way, he'll be kinda traveling with you and me wherever we go."

You smiled. It sounded almost poetic...

"You know how to conquer a girl's 'yes', don't you?" you joked, accepting his invitation, lightly nodding at him.

He giggled in a sweet way. And for a second, you remembered your sweet Mads in his face. Somehow, it filled your heart with joy, instead of the sadness of before. Mads would be always with you guys, burning the road, smiling and laughing, living the best you and Hvitserk could live together to keep his memory alive.

In the morning, you packed your things and closed your trailer. It would be good to have a safe base, but you wouldn't come back there in a while. You and Hvitserk went to Mads' former house and picked up his motorcycle. You slid your fingers over it - a beautiful black Harley Davidson you knew how much your friend loved.

"I'll take care of her, Mads," you promised, turning it on and making the motor snore in a beautiful sound Mads used to get goosebumps from. "I'll take care of your princess."

Hvitserk smiled. He was sure no one would ever care for his brother's motorcycle as you were showing him you would. It was a good decision to give it to you. Even more, he could feel it was a good decision to invite you to go with them.

When the two of you arrived, the others were already waiting. Ubbe with the urn of Mads' ashes in his hands. It clenched your heart. But you knew your brother would like that special

tribute.

"She'll come?" the black-haired man from the burial asked, looking at Hvitserk.

"Yes, Ivar. She'll come with us," he answered.

And the one he called Ivar looked at you.

"Take good care of this, woman," he said, recognizing the motorcycle you were piloting. "You're driving my brother's princess. Make it worth the honor."

"I will," you said, and he nodded at you as Hvitserk took his place in the V formation they were disposed at the road.

You guided your bike to the position beside his, at the end of the V, and all the others turned their motorcycles on, indicating they were about to leave. Ubbe gave the urn to the blonde man on the top of the formation and he opened it, speaking to all of you.

"You live on the road. You stay on the road. We'll keep burning it for you, brother. All hail Mads!" he yelled.

And you joined the choir alongside Hvitserk and all his brothers after the first one.

"All hail Mads!"

The motorcycles started walking and the blonde one raised his hand with the urn, spreading the ashes on the wind while they were gaining speed. The sound Mads liked the most gaining volume until the ashes were all gone and the whole group was sounding like a single melody of potent motors you could really get used to hearing.

Ubbe pulled up the bike's nose and Hvitserk did the same calling the group to a faster pace and you followed them, feeling as if your life were starting all over again.

Mads would never smile at you once again, but somehow, you could feel in your heart the same good feeling you had whenever he smiled at you.

You were sure he was happy.

From wherever he was looking at you all.

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