#canute x reader
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⤷‧₊˚ he was not like any other king you had ever seen before, and you couldn't help but become interested in him. little did you know, he was equally curious about you.
┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, mentions of reader knowing canute's sister, let's say reader is a princess idc, sobs i just wanted to write royalty, canute really don’t want reader to get married at all, virginity lost, mentions of blood, slight soft canute, soft canute, breeding kink, // minors dni
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King Canute always piqued your curiosity. When he returned home, you remembered how it felt like the wind knocked out your lungs when he walked by you. You were completely breathless at the sight of him. You’ve only heard stories about him. Rumors, and folktales for children to imagine that they’ll be rulers like him. You knew that you would never even have the grace to be fully in his presence. You were merely a princess here under protection in exchange for the best resources your country could offer.
Canute probably didn’t even know your name if you were going, to be honest with yourself. Although, you spent a lot of time with Estrid—even so you doubt she would blabber on to her brother about friends she has made during his absence.
But you were completely wrong, Canute actually did know your name. He actually did notice you within the castle that was protected by his men. You didn’t know until one late evening as you were sipping on tea alone and reading some book you found. Canute thought everyone was sound asleep until he saw you sipping on tea that a servant made before heading to bed. You sipped in silence as he helped himself to the same tea the servant made, it still was hot and full of flavor to help bring comfort.
“You’re up quite late don’t you think?” Canute’s brash voice brought you out of the book your eyes were glued on reading by the little lamp near you.
You watch as he brought the cup up to his lips. His blue eyes scan over your face waiting for an answer.
“I can’t sleep, so I usually read until I grow tired,” You lift the book to show him. “Despite me reading this book many times.” You chuckle to yourself and sipped the last droplets of tea out of your cup. You closed the book and stood up, respectfully bowing in Canute’s presence.
“I should head to bed though. Estrid has something planned for us tomorrow.” You flash him a grin before turning to make your exit, but his words stop you.
“I have more books if you’re curious to read some more.”
You pull the book to your chest as if he’ll take it from you and you shake your head. “Your Highness, I can’t do that. You’ve done so much for me by letting me stay here for protection—I’ll feel like I’m intruding.” You pause not sure to finish the last part of your sentence, afraid that’ll it come off offensive or disrespectful.
“Plus, what would someone think if they saw me leaving your chambers with a book that belongs to you.” You shudder at the thought of the consequences of that. “I appreciate your gratitude, your highness-“
“I’m the King of England, anyone who has anything to say can say to me.” His arms crossed over his chest before he’s stepping by you. “It’s okay.”
Your lips form a straight line and you couldn’t argue against the king’s words. Especially since someone could come in and hear that you defined him. How dare you decline such an offer from King Canute. You followed behind through the dimly lit halls not wanting to talk much because for one.) everyone was sleeping and two.) anyone that was up could hear you and wonder why a woman like you were up so late. You’ve never graced so far away from where your own chambers were, let alone so close to where the King’s was at.
The two guards that stood outside his chambers head was held high seeing Canute but one of them eyes narrowed at the sight of you behind Canute clutching the book to your chest. Your eyes averted down in embarrassment at the pending rumors that can circulate around the castle before afternoon tea with Estrid. However, you took note of how Canute pushed open the door of his chambers and he stepped a side to let you enter first.
Most likely ensuring his guards don’t speak a word of the quite scandalous thing unfolding. A mere princess going into the bed chambers of the King of England. If your mother was here you would be able to feel the daggers of her glare stabbing at your back with each step you took further inside his chambers. You can hear her voice now about how unladylike it was to be doing this. But after all, you were only here to see what books he had and then quickly make your way back to your own bed chambers to rest.
But you were so wrong. You didn’t go back to your chambers, instead forty five minutes have passed and you were sitting in a chair across from Canute talking. At first it was about books. He mentioned to you that he always noticed you had your head inside a book, which you pointed out that it was the only thing you can do if you didn’t want to be follow Estrid around on whatever shenanigans she wanted to do. Then you talked about your childhood, well it was more so you mainly talked about your country and how you were raised.
Canute’s gaze made you feel warm. A good kind of warm though. A gaze that made you feel like you were sitting next to a well lit fire after being out in the winter cold. You still couldn’t read him just as much as he could read you within these minutes of you talking, but you were okay with that. A King shouldn’t let his guard down so easily, especially if it would be a time where someone could backstab him easily.
“That still don’t explain why you’re not married? Your family decided to send you away instead of keeping you close.” Canute thumbs at his lip as his head fell back to be back with the wooden back of the chair he was in.
“They’re just searching for the right suitors but war got in the way of that. My mom hoping that I’ll find someone here, but I highly doubt so—despite that it’ll help my family greatly with allies and connections.” You smoothed out your dress before soon meeting Canute’s eyes.
You wanted to know what was on his mind.
“And why don’t you think so?” Canute’s head tilt slightly and his eyebrows raised at you.
“I don’t really put myself out there your highness as much as I should. I have shooed a lot of people Estrid have introduced me to away,” You honestly answered. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“I mean, I’m aware that a lot of marriages are considered political moves to be on top. So, I will just do what I have to do to ensure my family is okay,” You give him a grin before going back to flipping the pages in the book in front of you.
A sudden silence overcame you two, you assumed Canute was processing what you were saying. You were aware that if push come to shove, him as the King have to possibly marry a beautiful noble woman to solidify a country he wanted to control. Plus every King needs a heir to the throne, right?
“If you don’t want to marry someone for political gain, I think you shouldn’t.” Canute answered truthfully before you could catch his gaze that’s been drilling a hole in you, his eyes looks down at the book he’s been attempting to read. He just can’t when someone as elegant as you were sitting in front of you.
“Of course you can say that your highness. But I can’t defy my family, they’re depending on me to return married and with something that benefit my bloodline.” You answered truthfully.
There that silence waved over the pair again. You went back to scheming over the mountains of books in his room figuring out which ones you wanted to take back to your room. You found two you were interesting in reading and pulled it from the pile.
“No, I’m saying as King I can ensure you’ll only get married until you’re ready and with someone you want.” Canute corrected.
You wanted to say that he was joking, but you haven’t seen the king crack a smile yet. Plus his tone was assertive—demanding. As if you couldn’t even argue against what he said, his words were final.
“Your highness, you can’t-“ You stooled mid sentence to correct yourself because who were you to tell the King of England what he can and can’t do. “You do not have to do that, it is my duty that was placed upon me and I have to do it. Think how bizarre it’ll be for me to decline a proposal and what will I say? The King said no?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what the people will say?” You leaned forward. “They’ll chalk it off as the King just having a woman to warm his bed, but they’ll probably think I’m trying to become Queen in some conniving way.”
He pushes his chair closer towards your end of the small table you sat at. “Then let them think that and if they have a problem with it, I’ll have their tongue.”
“Your highness.”
“Canute.”
Your eyes looked at him wondering where this was coming from. “Canute, this will complicate some things.”
You didn’t even notice that he moved closer. Your faces are just inches apart, so close to your soft pillowy lips being on his. “Then let it.” He leans in and places a kiss on your lips.
You wanted to panic as you jumped back after his lips kissed yours. Your eyes darted to the door where the guards were standing to protect their King.
“Just ignore them, not like they can barge in here without permission.” His rough hands collected yours and you felt the pad of his thumb on the back of his hand.
With that your closing your eyes to kiss him. You’ve only kissed two boys before. One when you were twelve and another when you were only seventeen. Both were mere memories you couldn’t fully remember, but you knew that this was better. The intense kiss from the King of England left you breathless as you grasped at the thin fabric of his shirt attempting to bring him closer. It didn’t take much for Canute to tug you on his lap, your dress hiking up as your legs were on each side of his thighs. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair gaining a whimper from him. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel his cock growing within his trousers.
When you tugged away after pecking his lips once more, you couldn’t believe that you two just did this. You never went beyond this but you could feel the warmth in between your thighs that you could help but roll your hips upon Canute’s lap as if you were in heat. Canute picks you up and places you on the bed in the corner of the room. He pulls the shirt over his hand throwing it to the ground and he leans over to help discard you of your clothing. From the dress you borrowed from Estrid to the undergarments that you felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in.
You were still in your mind that this will complicate everything. You can get married and if your future husband figures you weren’t pure, what would he think. Would you not be worthy of marriage anymore?
Your arm snakes around your bare body as you sat on your knees to stare up at Canute. With just the dimly lit candle giving the both of you light—he looked stunning in this manner. His blonde hair fell in his face. His bare chest was toned from the endless training and dueling.
“Let me see you, Y/N,” Canute says as he toys with the strings that were holding up his trousers that were barely containing the bulge of need for you.
Your skin heated immediately at his words as you slowly removed your arms around your naked body. Your skin is garnished with goosebumps feeling the slight breeze that swirled around Canute's chambers. The bed sinks due to Canute's weight and as your body is being pushed down so the warmth of fur that was placed neatly on the bed engulfed your body. The softness of the fur kissed your skin as minutes went by of heated kisses and spit being swapped. Your body tensed up at the feeling of Canute lining himself up with your drooling entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a breathy sigh.
"Just relax," Canute says through pecks on your neck.
For some reason, those subtle pecks calmed the tumultuous thoughts that swam around your mind. They were so loud until Canute's lips kissed your skin. As if he locked them thoughts away for you because they bothered you. The piercing pain of him pushing his cock inside you made you grasp upon the first thing you could. His strong forearms being it as your nails punctured at his skin and your eyes instantly closed. In the moment of your eyes closing and the only thing you can see is pure darkness, you were counting down the seconds to bypass the pain.
Canute's light-colored eyes stared down at you, his hips halting from moving forward just because he didn't want to hurt you. You were too precious to go through this pain.
"Look at me, Y/N."
With a tear decorating your lash line the sight you saw when you opened your eyes made you feel all warm inside all over again. Your felt butterflies replace the sharp feeling of his cock sliding in you bit by bit. Your teeth nibbled down on your lower lip bracing yourself physically for more of what he was giving out.
"I can stop. You—"
"No, please continue." You interrupt your head lifts from the pillow below you and lean in to kiss him.
Canute meets you halfway gracefully, willingly. Entrapping your lips with his so greedily that he didn't want it to end. Through the kiss, his hips moved forward slowly until finally, he bottomed down inside of you. Your fingers clutched so tightly that it was beginning to draw blood from his pale skin. Your eyes couldn't help but invert in between the space of your naked bodies. Once again feeling embarrassed by the blood that stained the sheets.
Canute's finger grasped upon your chin to shift your head to look at him. Your eyes were trapped in a trance with Canute's and soon the sharp feeling between your thighs turned into pleasure. Your lips gasped apart to croak out a moan just in time for the last couple of strokes Canute put in. His fingertips dance alongside your thighs as he eagerly pushes them apart to be closer to you. The sweet tune of your moans is like music to him that he would adore waking up to in the morning instead of the annoying plans of conquering another piece of land.
To you, Canute was taking something so precious away from you. Something that should have been given to your husband. He was your first. This moment is bound to imprint on your brain until you leave, until you're married, have kids, and so on. But the thing is, you were Canute's first also. Granted, it wasn't anyone's business who the King fucks and fondles. But, Canute didn't have time for that—maybe he was overthinking that being a factor of falling down the same road of his wicked father that haunts him today.
On some lonely evenings, Canute felt like he was suffocating from his own power. Day by day he gains more power and he realized that it'll get lonely on top. So, the soft comfort coming from you calmed him for some reason. The sound of his father's cruel voices in his head silenced each time he looked at you from afar and now as he bucked his hips forward slowly. His breathing hitched in his throat due to the feeling of you clutching around him wonderfully. Your name flies off his tongue like a foreign word and you enjoyed every second of it.
Your back arches off the bed when the pace of Canute's thrusting slowly increases. It wasn't too much to cause more pain from clawing in between your thighs, but it was enough to have you moaning and tugging him closer to your sweated-coated body. Your legs lock around his waist in the sense that you were afraid if you let go this moment would stop. Your moans echoed in his ear as his lips kissed and bite on your neck.
"You're making your King feel so amazing," His words send a chill down your spine so intense, you felt your cunt pulse around his cock.
Hearing those words causes a pit of fire to light in the pit of your stomach. Your hips slowly buck upward for more of the pleasurable feeling that this was giving. You knew the King had ears and eyes everywhere, but you wouldn't suspect him of being a mind reader too. As if he read your mind that you were unraveling below his strong body he teases you just enough to cause your body to vibrate in a fit of orgasms. Your thighs quiver while his hips gravitate forward completely making love to you through the foreign feeling you felt at the moment. It didn't take long for him to follow suit with you. Not wasting the time of cumming inside of you. His thrusting grew as sloppy as the mess in between your thighs. His cum coated his own cock as he greedily thrust inside you some more ensuring his cum doesn't leak out of you.
With Canute back hitting the bed next to you, the two of you were silent. Your limbs felt numb and your heart bounces around your chest like it is trying to escape. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest before looking up at him, admiring his exhausted face. "I should get something to clean us up." You lift up slowly but Canute gently tugs you back down.
If you were being honest, you wanted to make an escape.
"As your King, I want you to lay down and rest." His eyes flutter open to look down at you.
You chuckle at his words. "Ah, the tired King is going to tell me what to do." Sarcasm oozes from your tone. "Get some rest," You move closer and peck the corner of his lips innocently.
Just enough to tease him and have you gracefully bless his dreams.
As drowsiness wavered over the naked King next to you. You couldn't help but rush to gather your clothes. Your body ached from head to toe and you were surely going to cherish the warm bath in the morning. However, you rather be safe and sound in your own chambers than have to explain to anyone why you were in King Canute's bed chambers so early. You blew the candle that was the minimal light for the two of you during your sexual actions out. Just as you were about to make your exit, you could hear Canute's faded words.
"Be my Queen, Y/N."
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A reader insert who is the Prince(ss) of England and ends up a war prisoner during the war arc with Thorfinn and Canute at your side. The entire band is just awestruck at the fact that they managed to capture an English royal, and many boast about it. You know the lewd things they say about you; they are nothing but savages who happen to align with the enemy of your own country.
Ragnar is treating you with respect, as even as a political prisoner, he believes you have some rights. Canute is hiding behind Ragnar and anxiously—just barely—looking at you at the beginning of your trip together. Thorfinn just rolls his eyes and complains about having to look after another spoiled brat.
"Do you even speak any Norse?" Thorfinn inquires in a haughty tone as he rolls his hazel irises and lists profanities under his wretched breath.
He was slightly surprised to learn that you do indeed speak some Norse. He doesn't show it, as he just waves you off and smirks at the fact that this stuck-up royal could speak some Norse. He constantly says things in Norse that you don't understand, and he'll speak quickly on purpose just to make it hard for you to interpret his words. He gets irritated when you start speaking in English, as he doesn't understand what you are saying. You rarely speak, but when you speak in English, you do it to Askeladd. He hates that with a burning passion. What are you two even talking about? Him???
As the trip progresses and Canute becomes bolder and wiser, he begins trying to subtly manipulate you. If you are more fem-aligned, then he tries to get you to fall in love with him, and if you are more masc-aligned, then he tries to make you his ally. He tries to be subtle about flirting, although it comes off as more of an awkward teenage interaction.
"I know we are born enemies, made lovers."
Askeladd is trying not to laugh as he already had to deal with trying to teach Thorfinn to flirt. If you know... you know...
Thorfinn just grumbles and reluctantly learns to enjoy more of your presence.
You are worried about your fate as a political prisoner and are therefore very closed off. Which makes it hard for Canute to connect with you and try to manipulate you into betraying your own country and joining him. Of course, Askeladd helps the young prince in this endeavor, as he has become his new retainer at this point.
So as the trip progresses, Thorfinn protects you, and Canute tries to manipulate you. Your fate and what will happen when you meet the Danish king are still unknown.
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ROYAL COUPLE (nsfw)
TS!King Canute x F!Reader
|| Warnings : cum play, mentions of breeding kink, voyeurism (?) ||
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Most people had misconceptions about the current king and queen of Denmark and England. Rightfully so of course given tradition surround royal couples.
King Canute does not allow any other men to lay his eyes or paws on his Queen. Women as well, unless they're helping her to take a bath and get clothed. Otherwise, no, paws off. All intimacy and lovemaking remain for his own pleasures. Vice versa for the Queen. Her Kings only for her pleasures.
The Queen was not there as an object to pleasure her husband, but rather each of them chased the idea of the other experiencing bliss and euphoria. In the years they've been together, intimate sessions continued until both needs were satiated.
Early morning, the two admittedly decided to ignore their important royal duties. How rude it would be to cut their session from last night short. During this early time of day, the Queen tends to rather feel vulnerable and and weak. Through given consent, she tends to let her husband have his way with her if he so desires to. And today, he so desires her very much.
His usual place is to cum inside her, feeding off his need to breed heirs into his Queen, though today he wanted to see her painted with bits of him all over. He pulled out, eliciting a whimper from his wife below him. With a low groan, he came all over her supple chest. His wife shivered from excitement to be covered in her husband's love as it was quite rare.
Feeling rather dazed from the sleep that's still evident in his eyes, he mindlessly swirled the cum around her nipples. He collected some cum onto his middle and ring finger, same finger that held his wedding ring, and found her aching hole that remained unsatisfied. His wife softly began grinding, wanting more friction. He swooped his down and circled his tongue around one of her nipples. Tasting himself in the process, but the idea and action of it made them both moan from pleasure. He lapped more of his cum on her chest, sucking as if he was feeding. This alone caused his wife to reach her first high for the day.
For now, they both knew they had to attend to their daily responsibilities.
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Hello hello, it's been A WHILE! Who knows if I'll be consistent but VS Def inspired me to write a few pieces. I mean come on, some of these guys are just so adorable yet manly! 😍 not entirely sure if I'll take requests as I didn't finish some last time. BUT I do know there's a lack of Vinland writers on here, SO if my inbox or this gets enough people asking for requests, I'll open it up :)
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Can I get a Canute and Thorfinn x Reader love triangle? (Canute likes reader, Thorfinn like reader, Reader is torn) for a Valkyrie/Angel-esque reader? (They fight as a dance and sing and keep morale high). Three idiots in Wales, but with affection.
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𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢
summary ;; — you were untouchable, many of them even wondered if you were human. perhaps you thrived off of the art of war, but even if you weren't someone of this world, you made them feel like people outside of battle instead.
featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn x gn! reader x canute (love triangle). slight fantasy aspects regarding reader but it isnt confirmed what they are or if they really are supernatural, just an angelic seeming reader.
a/n ;; — got a thorfinn x reader thing with a similar concept, if any of u like this then u should give it a read
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you were a bit of a mystery. no one knew much about you, besides your name and that you could fight. some of them didn't even know your name, but each of the men were aware of your almost regal style of fighting. regal, if you weren't killing men within seconds. it came to you naturally, you never faltered in your movements and they were never rushed nor sloppy. precision was your forte, and power exceeded from every swing of your blade. they stayed out of your way and you stayed out of theres, in a way, you were askeladds secret weapon during battle.
you were unreadable and untouchable, with nothing in your way and nothing fazing you. most knew the way of battle as bloody, brutal and barbaric, whereas your battle was showcased as an art rather than a bloodbath. even comparing the two was an insult, they were essentially the same things yet so stark in contrast to the witness. no true viking fears death, a true man awaits the day they are killed and kiss the world goodbye whilst greeting valhalla, but each man you slayed died in true fear.
perhaps, they wonder, a valkyrie does not take you to valhalla. perhaps the valkyrie is the one to slay you first.
what other logical option would there be?
when askeladd is given the duty of keeping the danish prince alive, who was better than two of his best warriors to guard him? even askeladd himself felt almost awkward and on guard around you. he was a casual man, but your inhumane and unreachable characteristics made it hard for even the most carefree to remain unwavered. but he did note than in the end, you were just a kid. he hadn't the faintest idea about your past or what had occurred for you to want to fight alongside him and his men, and it likely wasn't the wisest to have not one, but two kids grow up alongside vikings, but he couldn't ignore the feeling of something akin to almost pity.
but as always, you agreed. you had heard a little of this prince from hearing little bits and pieces from askeladds men, but you hadn't met the prince just yet. you wondered if he would be the typical pampered prince or if he would be aware of the battle and war he'd be getting into, but either way, you had a job of protecting him so you would make sure to succeed in doing so. you were aware you'd be working with thorfinn to ensure his safety, but you weren't too worried about him. both of you scarcely even knew the others name, just remembering eachother as the other kid who had grown up with the vikings.
there was a mutual sense of respect binding the two of you together and you were both aware of the others strength and abilities in war. you were of the same age and seemed to tolerate one another more than the rest, even if you had never talked properly. you were mildly aware of his harsh upbringing and want for revenge due to the death of his father, and he was aware of your capabilities and how you separated yourself from truly being one of the vikings.
the three of you were brought together when you had been introduced to the prince and his carer, who spoke more for him than the prince did himself. you and thorfinn stood alongside one another whilst him and ragnar stood opposite, askeladd hastily making introductions and summarising to ragnar that you and thorfinn would be the ones to protect the prince. you heard his name was canute, and you wondered if someone as fragile as him was truly next in line for the throne. he was pale and pretty, even though the upper half of his face was covered with a mask. with long golden hair cascading past his shoulders and down his back, he almost reminded you of freya.
with your arms behind your back, a straight posture and your analytical eyes set on him, he cowered behind ragnar. you felt almost sorry for him, feelings as though he was something to be treated with care and not someone who was against his brother to become king. obviously, thorfinn saw this as well but instead of feeling sympathy, he saw him as a joke. " he's the one who's going to be the king of denmark? " he mutters, and you're unsure of whether he's talking to you or himself. " it's like they've purposely sent him off to his death. " your murmur back nevertheless, the conversation ending before it began as your eyes met for what the two of you think was the first time since meeting eachother.
thorfinn shows his obvious dislike towards canute, glaring at him wordlessly and making him even more overwhelmed. once thorfinn had left, you looked back at him and it seemed like he was looking at you as well. it was only for a split second, but you could've sworn he had slightly parted his lips to say something before shutting them tight and remaining silent.
but you had grown to learn these two more and more after this. the three of you would usually be together more or less, as you and thorfinn were partnered together in this task and canute was who it revolved around, so it was a bit obvious. and strangely, you didn't mind them either, and they learnt to look past your perfection and become more comfortable as well.
they were both quiet, but their silences were completely different to the others. thorfinn was mean and stubborn, but he was real and loyal. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, giving what little help you could offer to other as both of you knew well that neither of you belonged in this band of vikings, and that you had no one else to rely on but eachother. you had grown used to relying on your blade and survival instincts as it was obvious that you weren't fit to be a viking, but it was strangely nice to have someone else who was like you in a way. he was sarcastic, but once the conversation between the two of you began, everything was fluent and without tension. the conversation flowed freely, and you had forgotten how nice it was to genuinely converse with someone else.
he didn't speak much, but he was meaningful and his short replies were honest and held true interest. you had someone you could rely on whilst in battle and he had someone he could go to when he felt drained and burnt out from his endless cycle of training and want for revenge.
canute was shy and easy to tease, so much that you couldnt help but take every chance you could to lightheartedly tease him, and sometimes it flew over his head. you let out quiet giggles every time he flustered, and even when he was oblivious, he blushed at how you laughed, noticing that you were teasing him. he was unlike any idea you had of him before you had met, and his cooking was good too. it took a while for him to ease up and let his shoulders relax, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help but feel at ease. canute indulged in emotions a lot, and it was surprising due to how he seemed almost emotionless due to how little he spoke in the beginning. always flustered, always looking at you even when you were far away, and always noticing little things about you.
he was intimidated at first, your calamity scared him. he felt more on edge due to how at peace you were, hiding behind his red cloak even more at seeing how your eyes were focused on him. he felt slightly insecure, but you put him at ease as well. in the beginning, your attention to him whenever you spoke was overwhelming, but then he began to feel like for once in his life, he was being heard.
his fondness for you never changed, even after the death of ragnar and his realization. he saw you as someone who was essential for him to become a good king, and he always kept you in his mind even after becoming king, indirectly thanking you.
everything became more meaningful, chattering on to thorfinn comfortably about literally anything whilst travelling to another village, cooking with canute while he teaches you, training and sparring with thorfinn, fiddling with canutes hair, little things that made you happier than you were before. you used to maintain your perfection and live with your own company, but now you weren't completely on your own and surrounded by men you didn't fit in with.
you were aware of their dislike for one another, but you tried your best to stay in the middle and try to bring the three of you together. you didn't think it was possible to have been able to find something that interrupted your cycle of battle and your loneliness, because you had come to enjoy their company more and more when getting to know the two strange individuals, and they felt the same. both were overwhelmed and intimidated, and both learned to love you all the same.
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂
𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Summary:Canute meets a mysterious woman who has clairvoyance gifts
Tw : nothing ?
Number of words : 1390
Rumors spread throughout the kingdom of Denmark about a mysterious young woman who could predict the future. She was said to be as beautiful as the moon in a night sky, as elusive as the wind that blows across the plains. But no one knew her name or where she came from.
Canute, curious and intrigued by this mysterious woman, ordered his men to find her and bring her before him. After days of searching, she was finally found in a small clearing, alone, surrounded by an aura of mystery.
When she was presented to King Canute, she was calm and reserved, her eyes hidden behind a light veil. Canute, accustomed to the politics and intrigues of the court, was immediately intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding her.
"What is your name, my dear?" he asked in a gentle yet authoritative voice.
The mysterious woman slowly lifted her veil, revealing eyes so deep, akin to the depths of the ocean. "My name matters little, my lord," she replied in a gentle yet firm voice. "I am simply a traveler, wandering through the lands in search of something I cannot define."
Canute was captivated by the sincerity in her words, as well as the sadness that seemed to veil her gaze. This way of expressing herself, this wisdom ingrained in her being, this possibility, all of it reminded him of the monk he had met long ago when he was younger.
As evening fell slowly over the castle, bathing the room in a golden glow as Canute and the mysterious woman sat near the window, engaged in animated discussion. Canute, his mind filled with questions and curiosity, turned to her with an intense gaze.
"Tell me, they say you possess gifts of foresight," he began, his eyes scanning hers with growing fascination. "Is it true?"
The mysterious woman inclined her head slightly, her blue eyes burning with a mysterious glow. "Some claim it," she replied evasively, as if she did not want to reveal all her secrets.
Canute felt his heart beat a little faster at this enigmatic response. "Then, can you make a prediction for me?" he asked, unable to conceal his curiosity. "Something about my future, about the kingdom's destiny?"
The mysterious woman slowly raised her hand, plunging into a sort of trance as her eyes seemed to search beyond visible horizons. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a grave and distant voice.
"I see... I see a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a wise and just king," she began, her words tinged with a strange authority. "But I also see challenges ahead, trials that will test the strength and determination of its sovereign."
Canute listened attentively, hanging on every word as if his life depended on it. "What challenges?" he asked, anticipation crackling in the air like a flickering flame.
The mysterious woman shook her head slightly, as if she could not or would not say more. "Some secrets must remain buried," she murmured cryptically. "The future is uncertain ground, subject to the whims of fate."
Canute felt a slight disappointment wash over him, but he also knew that not all answers could be revealed at once. "I thank you for your vision," he said with gratitude, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic face of the mysterious woman. "Perhaps you will be there to witness its future challenges."
The mysterious woman returned his enigmatic smile, her eyes shining with a prophetic glow. "Perhaps, O king," she replied softly. "Perhaps..."
He offered her hospitality in his castle, eager to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his interest. As well as to further explore this gift of clairvoyance.
One day after his training, the king spotted the young woman leaning against the well. Her fingers played with a thread. The king approached the mysterious woman and questioned her about the thread.
"It is a thread of truth," she simply replied. Canute leaned slightly forward, his blue eyes sparkling with interest as he gazed at the mysterious woman opposite him. "Tell me, what is truth to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
The mysterious woman nodded her head, taking a moment to ponder before responding. "Truth... it's a complex question," she began, her eyes scrutinizing his with a captivating intensity. "For some, it lies in objective and measurable facts. For others, it's more subjective, depending on our individual perception of the world around us."
Canute nodded slowly, absorbing her words with growing attention. "And you, what do you think?" he asked, curious about her own convictions.
The mysterious woman smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated his question. "I believe there is a universal truth, but it is often veiled by our own biases and limited perceptions," she explained, her words imbued with profound wisdom. "The true quest for truth lies in our ability to question our own beliefs and to embrace the uncertainty that often accompanies the search for truth."
Canute remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling as he pondered her words. "Interesting..." he murmured finally, his gaze locked with hers. "It raises the question of the nature of knowledge. How can we be certain of what we know?"
The mysterious woman nodded in approval, seeming to appreciate the turn of the conversation. "Knowledge is often the fruit of experience and reflection," she began, her voice filled with gentle assurance. "But even then, it remains subject to interpretation and error. True wisdom lies in our ability to recognize the limits of our own understanding and to remain open to new ideas and perspectives."
Canute listened attentively, absorbing each word with growing interest. He felt fascinated by the depth of her thought, by the way she questioned the very foundations of their reality. "You are truly remarkable, you know?" he murmured finally, a smile lighting up his face. "Your words resonate with me in a way I've never felt before."
The mysterious woman returned his smile, her eyes shining with a warm glow. "And you, O king," she replied softly, "you also have a wisdom and depth that impress me. It's an honor to be able to exchange such ideas with you."
Over the days, they met often, discussing topics ranging from philosophy to politics. Canute discovered in her a rare intelligence, combined with a sweetness and grace that touched him deeply.
Gradually, a special relationship developed between the king and the mysterious woman. Their conversations became more intimate, their gazes filled with mutual understanding. Canute began to see in her much more than just a simple traveler.
As the days passed and Canute spent more and more time in the company of the mysterious woman, he began to feel something different, something he had never experienced before. Each conversation, each exchanged look seemed to deepen his sense of connection with her, until he realized with a sudden and dazzling clarity that he had fallen in love.
It was a revelation as unexpected as it was powerful. Canute, accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life, suddenly found himself prey to emotions that he could neither ignore nor master. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time, he felt alive as never before.
As he stood there, looking at the mysterious woman with a mixture of admiration and affection, he realized the irony of the situation. She, who seemed to know all the secrets of his heart, his mind, and his kingdom, was herself a mystery, an enigma.However, despite all this, or perhaps because of it, Canute felt more drawn to her than ever. He wanted to know every facet of her personality, every hidden thought behind her deep and mesmerizing eyes. He wanted to be with her, not just as king and subject, but as man and woman, united by a bond stronger than any title or responsibility.
It was thus, in this moment of revelation and acceptance, that Canute realized his heart had chosen, even if he did not yet fully understand the implications of this choice. And as he stood there, facing the mysterious woman who had stolen his heart without even trying, he knew with certainty that he would do everything in his power to win her love and trust, no matter the obstacles that might stand in their way.
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Can i please PLEASE HAVE a king Canute x reader nsfw when the reader was waiting for him by his side all these years to become a king and when he finally does so he repays her good (ya know what i mean)💓
Canute x (fem) reader
A/N: I know what you mean ♥️
Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, Sex, lots and lots of sex, rough kink, power kink, oral sex, blow jobs, cum.
In the year 1018 Canute had become King of England.
It had been many years of hardships for the king and the road would only get tougher from here on out. One night Canute and his advisor Gunnar were going over who should be rewarded for their efforts of getting him to throne, (Name)’s name came up.
“What sort of reward would you like to give (Name) for her services? Rather, how much?”
“(Name)? Oh, I’ve picked out her reward. Who else is on the list.”
Canute merely waved his hand, a signal to move on, Gunnar happily did so and the rest of the night Canute made sure to reward those who he deemed worthy. The high king even stopped by (Name)’s bed chambers to make sure she got her reward for being there for him, while it was rather late for his visit (Name) didn’t turn the king down, rather her king.
(Name) had waited for him years to become king and was always by his side all those years, Canute was no fool and knew this very well and like any good king he wanted to make sure a loyal follower was taken care of. Of course with her permission the king of England made her feel loved and wanted.
Canute started slow for his first night with (Name), taking care of her nipples with hands and mouth while his thick and well endowed cock was rather deep inside her as she laid on her back with Canute ontop. Kissing her neck, the side of her neck as well, with tender kisses as he moved slowly in and out of her wet cunt. Rolling his hips slowly making her moans drag out and her legs that were wrapped his waist became tighter as her toes curled.
There was no need to rush and Canute planned to take things slow but he also made things passionate. Thoughtful as he massaged her breasts gently all the while keeping up his satisfying pace inside his beloved’s cunt and when he had made his beloved reach her sweet climax he took it all in as he enjoyed how her face weighed in pleasure describing it as heavenly sight while releasing all of his cum inside her.
Ah, but that was the first reward.
Canute had more in store for his sweet (Name) as the next day had her on his desk in his studies pleasuring with his tongue, of course he had other important things to do as a king. But to him this was just as important as he had a tight grip on her thighs and his tongue licked inside her with precision and feverently. The study room was filled with her moans and whimpers, saying his name over and over which only made Canute please her more. Sometimes, the king of England would flick his tongue rather making (Name) whimper his name a loud and then he would switch to licking slowly teasing her making her beg for more.
Canute was a generous king.
All throughout, the week Canute rewarded (Name) many times. Sometimes, it was rather fast as he had other things to do and other times he took his time leaving not a single part of her body untouched.
One day, early in the morning just as the servants were getting everything ready for the day (Name) was currently in the throne room on her hands and knees giving the king of England an amazing blow job as he sat on his throne with his head tilted back and his hands roaming thru her hair, his breathing rugged and his cock was already leaking cum.
Canute wanted to reward (Name) again, instead she wanted her reward to be able to suck off the king of England that morning, feeling like that would be reward enough. Not one for arguing and since that was what (Name) wanted Canute didn’t deny her, but he felt a little bad as he was throughly enjoying the way her tongue flickered on the slit of his cock, the way she would kiss the head and side of his cock making it twitch, and the way her hands gently massaged his balls.
Canute was perfect in size in both width and length.
(Name) was familiar with it as she the two had been intimate all that week, and so when she heard Canute give out compliment after compliment it was a reward she loved the most. A knock came to the door and a servant girl sweetly asked if Canute wanted his breakfast, luckily the door was locked but (Name) pulled away yet still gently massaging Canute’s with her hands and then made a very sly comment, “I’m having my breakfast, you should have yours.” Canute felt his heart aflame as a moan left his lips as he felt (Name) go back to pleasuring his cock.
Quietly mentioning, “Does it taste good?” Canute heard (Name) answer with, “Mhmm” as she still had her lips around Canute’s cock making it twitch once more as her the soft vibrations of her answer pleased his cock and made Canute think to himself he should have become king sooner. Another came to the door and yet Canute ignored it as he pushed on the back of (Name)’s head making take all of his cock as it kissed her throat and then pulling on her hair to come up and this repeated until Canute reached his climax as all of his cum slid down (Name)’s throat making her swallow it all.
The words, “Good girl.” Repeatedly left Canute as he gently stroked the top of her head as he regained his breath and his face was a bit red. Canute didn’t know why but he offered to give (Name) some land with a castle, perhaps it was the amazing blow job and maybe love as well. But he offered to do so as he kept stroking her head only for (Name) to kiss his cock that was still out and leaking a bit of cum which (Name) licked up later, and mentioning that she didn’t want a castle or land.
(Name) only requested to be by Canute’s side and to be in his bed that night. Canute happily agreed as he would never turn his beloved (Name) away.
❣️Rukia-Writes❣️
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— ꨄ︎ Yandere Canute ꨄ︎ —
"I warned you, my sweet."
"They are all dead. You killed my family. You killed my fiancé! You promised them paradise. What warning was that?"
"There is only one thing you got wrong. I only promised you paradise on earth."
"Canute, why would you do such a cruel thing?"
"I told you that you were mine. You ran from me that day. I was too much of a coward to go after you. Now, my father and brother are dead, and I shall be king. Your family is gone; you have no ties to anything else—no land, no people, no home. Won't you be my queen?"
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asking for some fanfiction with Mitsuri!reader
I saw recently that there are some fanfictions with Mitsuri!reader, i mean, any character paired or related with the reader as Mitsuri, I saw one from Genshin Impact with Ayato x Mitsuri!reader, and other with Qin Shi Huang with Mitsuri!reader as a goddess.
I want to take the opportunity to ask for some Canute x Mitsuri!reader, if it's not too much. Also I want some Neuvillette x Mitsuri!reader and Tesla x Mitsuri!reader
#Mitsuri!reader#vinland saga#genshin impact#shuumatsu no valkyrie#record of ragnarok#demon slayer#canute x reader#Tesla x reader#neuvillete x reader#Mitsuri reader
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Late Night Meeting
caunte x gn! reader smut
minors and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked
a/n: this took so long (mostly due to me procrastinating-) but it’s here! please enjoy! if you spy any mistake, feel free to notify me!
word count- 1.4k
cw: afab reader and oral (reader receiving)
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“ngh.. canute..” (name) gasped out, biting their lip as a means to stay quiet. their eyes staring between their legs, the said man’s hand rubs against their sex. a smirk creeped onto his face as he stared down at his companion, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. the man stood in front of them, their back leaning against the wall, his free hand placed beside their head.
“shh. you mustn’t make a noise, lest you want others to know of this ongoing affair.” his teasing voice rumbled against their ear. his hot breath tickling them, sending a short shiver down their spine. with how close they both are, (name) found themselves unconsciously buckling their hips against his hand. they nodded upon hearing his voice, firmly pressing their lips together- forming a thin line.
his fingers circled around where their clit would be, but seeing as how their clothes is blocking most of the stimulation, (name) became frustrated. their legs parted further apart, trying to give canute more access. the man, feeling this, gave a short chuckle before pulling his hand away.
“wha- why’d you do that?” they immediately asked, picking up their head to look back at the king.
“oh? how desperate you are.” the king’s hand traveled to the hem of their tunic, “don’t you worry. i don’t plan on edging you this time around.” with a swift movement, his hand went underneath the tunic, passing over their trousers and undergarment and found its way to their heat. his fingers immediately resumed their movements, circling around their clit sensually. their mouth gaped in a silent gasp, their eyes looking at where canute’s hand is.
“you fox.” they giggled out before letting out a soft moan, feeling the man’s fingers speeding up his pace.
he clicked his tongue, “that’s no way to speak towards your king.” he played along with their teasing, his head lowering down to their neck. his hot breath brushing up against their neck as they tilted their head upwards. the man’s lips latched itself onto them, his teeth biting lightly before letting his tongue slip out.
(name)’s spine experienced another shiver, this time their hips pushing itself upwards towards the man’s fingers. with that, he slides his fingers down their folds, their arousal soaking onto his fingers. expertly, his middle and ring finger entered their opening, stretching them. their hips grind further down onto his fingers, placing one of their hands on his shoulder as they sink their teeth onto their lip.
“fuck, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” they cursed, the blond biting their neck in response. a meek whimper slipped out as he used his thumb to stimulate their clit. their hand squeezed the man’s shoulder, their nails digging into his tunic.
“it’s not every day we get to meet like this,” he verbally responded after pulling away from their neck, where a purple-ish dark discoloration would later appear. his fingers continue their movement- thrusting inside and out of them, his thumb rubbing sensationally against their clit. the man eyes the expression on his companion, their attempts to keep quiet sent a hot sensation down his core, “i’ll relish this for as long as i can.”
pulling his fingers out of them, canute cleaned his fingers while giving a hum, “take your trousers off. if you make too much noise, i’ll have to stop.”
they complied, their mind fogged with need. hastily, they pulled down both their trousers and undergarment. canute knelt down, grabbing a hold of (name)’s hips with one hand while his other pushed up the hem of their tunic to expose them. before being able to get a word in, the man dipped his face towards their sex.
“mmph..!” a soft surprised yelp slipped past their lips, feeling the flat his tongue swiping over their clit. their hand going down to grab a hold of their tunic, letting canute’s hand go free. in response, he pulled one of their legs to rest on top of his shoulder, now giving him more access. his tongue pushed itself forward to go over their folds, his tongue enveloped their sex before retreating back to their clit. wrapping his lips around their bud, giving it a gentle suck before twirling his tongue around it.
“fuc- shit…” (name) clenched their teeth, their hips slowly grinding up against his lips. he continued to twirl his tongue, now simultaneously sucking on their clit. his free hand moved down to their folds, rubbing up against their entrance. seemingly satisfied, the man let go of his hold of their clit, creating a soft wet popping noise once he did so. he thrusted up his fingers once again, a whine calling out to him.
not giving them a verbal response, instead he blew cold air to their bud, curling his fingers inside of them. they clenched their thighs, a surprised gasp followed by a playful smile curled upwards onto their lips. his tongue sneaked back out, rolling their clit around with his tongue. his fingers thrusted themselves in and out, (name)’s arousal slowly dripping down his hands and dripping onto the floor. the wet erotic noise drove both of them to fall deeper into lust.
letting out a pathetic whimper, they felt him remove his fingers once again. they shot him a desperate glare, receiving a teasing smirk back at them. he then immediately lifted up their thigh further upwards before letting himself go further between their thighs. his tongue instantly made itself known once it found its rightful place in their entrance.
letting go of their tunic, they hurriedly placed their hand on caunte’s hair. they gripped his hair, sensually entangling their fingers through his blond hair. they tugged at him slightly, pushing his face further between them letting out a hushed moan when the man groaned onto them. the feeling of his nose nudging their clit as he shifted his face sent a shiver down their legs, trembling once his tongue was shoved inside their warmth.
“shit… canute i’m so fucking close,” they whimpered out, their hand tugging on his hair. their hips buckled onto his face, his nose rubbing against their sensitive bud. they bit their lip as they feel themselves on the edge of releasing. sweet bliss on the edge of the corner.
they shut their eyes closed, biting their lip as their back curled inwards- driving caunte’s head further onto them. the man changed his head position to focus on their clit before sucking on it eagerly, his tongue giving more stimulation as it massaged their clit.
with a final swept of his tongue, (name) came undone. despite their efforts to stay silent, breathy moans managed their way out of their bruised lips. they clinched their jaw as they came, their hand on their companion’s hair remained as they pulled on it weakly.
before they both could fall deeper into the rabbit hole of lust, they were alerted of knocking echoing across the room. a small curse left (name)’s lips, their eyes meeting canute’s- a wave of annoyance radiating off of them. canute pulled himself away from them, motioning for them to make themselves presentable and cleaned their arousal off of his face. hastily, they pushed themselves off the wall and dressed themselves, adjusting their tunic in place just in time for their companion to order the person behind the door to come in. (name) huffed in annoyance as they caught a glimpse of the person behind the door, the king’s royal advisor.
“yes, gunnar? to what do i owe the pleasure.” the king asked dryly. his legs carried him to the throne like chair at the center of the table in the middle of the room, plopping down- crossing his legs.
stepping forward, the advisor clasped his hands together, “i apologize for the intrusion, your majesty. however, i had just received news of the happenings in jomsborg. i believe this would be better discussed in… private…” the man gave a wary glance at (name), in turn , they rolled their eyes.
the king huffed out in amusement before turning his head to them, “you’re dismissed. i do expect for our discussion to resume later on. would be an awful shame to have it end so abruptly.”
a thrilled feeling blossomed inside them, they clenched their fist in anticipation before using one of their hands to place upon their chest and bow, “i look forward to it, sire.” with that, they hurriedly walked out of the room, but not without exchanging an annoyed glare with the advisor.
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AAAAAHHHH THE NEW SEASON OF VINLAND SAGA CAME OUT TODAY ON NETFLIX IM SO DAMN HAPPPYYY 🤧🤧
Again feel free to tag me in any Vinland saga x POC reader or just x reader content especially for thorfinn he my fave😌
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request
it's my first time posting...
Hello… if it's not too much trouble, I would like you to make me a reader insert, with any (male) character from Vinland Saga, my pronouns are she. I am a shy, tender and kind girl in social situations, but serious, responsible and diligent in the work area, I am a mechatronic engineer and I get along well with my subordinates and co-workers, I love music, I am a believer, I sing in a Christian church and I play the drums there, I love art, I love history and I like to read, one of my dreams is to write a mystery book and have it published, I apologize in advance for giving so much information that can be annoying, but when reading almost everything that appears, I decided to write you this message. Thank you very much for your kindness and attention.
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Thinking about a poly Thorfinn/Canute/Reader and they both happen to be yanderes. They meet you while Thorfinn and you were guarding the young prince. Thorfinn has known you for several years and has grown close to you over that time, so naturally he is possessive and overprotective of you. You are in a band of ruthless mercenaries, not to mention Askeladd; why wouldn't he act the least bit protective over you?
Then you add Canute to the mix, and suddenly Thorfinn is threatening to knife anyone who comes close enough to either of you two. For what it's worth, his feelings stem from his fear of losing the only healthy person who has been consistent in his life. His father was killed, Askeladd is toxic, and the rest of the band just has bloodlust. Okay, maybe Bjorn is a small exception because he does act like a mother towards Thorfinn sometimes but still ultimately sides with Askeladd. Still, you are the only one who is allowed to patch up his wounds and sleep next to him at night.
So then we have Canute, who is barely able to talk with you because Thorfinn is staring daggers (both figuratively and literally) at him. So as their travels progress and Canite gets bolder, he slowly grows closer to you, and Thorfinn hates that. He would kill the pretty little blonde if it weren't for Askeladd promising him a duel if he kept the prince safe.
One night, it all comes to a climax when you are sleeping next to Thorfinn. They both end up in an argument over their behavior, and Thorfinn accidentally outs himself.
"Why do you have to be such a stupid, pretty little blonde?"
"You think I'm pretty Thorfinn?"
"That's not what I meant, Princess."
Thorfinn gets all pouty and embarrassed.
Canute feels like he has the upper hand just this once, so he proposes sharing you between the two young men. Thorfinn is almost entirely opposed to this idea, but for some odd reason, he nods and agrees with Canute. Only if Thorfinn is allowed to stay near you at all times.
Thorfinn and Canute are two completely different yanderes whose tendencies stem from the same thing: fear. Thorfinn has a fear of losing you and wants your love and attention (even if he won't admit it). Canute has a fear of not being loved, as he isn't loved by his father, and he wants to be loved by the person who has shown him some love. Thorfinn is aggressive and very outward about how protective he is of you, while Canute opts for a more quiet and cunning approach. Oh, they were bothering you? Either Thorfinn is straight up murdering them, or Canute will order someone to take care of them for him. Thorfinn needs your attention and praise constantly (in his distant and grumpy way), while Canute is content just being looked at by you. Thorfinn is possessive, while Canute is obsessive. Canute will practically worship the land you walk on, while Thorfinn will see you as his only equal.
They are opposites, yet they mesh well together.
They don't realize that they also have feelings for each other until after the King and Askeladd's deaths. Thorfinn was so very torn as he saw you standing near Canute with a shocked and pained expression on your face. He felt his heart and trust break into so many pieces as he saw Canute open and vulnerable for a killing strike. Yet he only slashed the edge of Canute's cheek as he realized that he couldn't kill the pretty little blonde. He couldn't hurt or be mad at you either. He just felt confused.
Canute knows that he has to act like a leader, so he orders everyone out except for you and Thorfinn.
Canute confesses that he has developed romantic feelings for both you and Thorfinn during your travels together. He thought you both looked so attractive while protecting him from people trying to kill him. He states that he is unable to live a life if Thorfinn hates him, and he offers Thorfinn the sword that killed Askeladd to slit his throat if he would like. Thorfinn takes the sword and shakes as tears escape his eyes. He can't. He can't kill the stupid blonde. He loves him. He loves you. He loves how you constantly care for him and stay near him even when he pushes you away. He loves Canute because he just loves him. He doesn't know when he started, and he is scared that he won't be able to stop.
He allows the sword to clatter onto the ground as he pulls both of you into a tight and warm hug.
Cue Canutes religious guilt and his breakdown of what his beliefs are all while romantically loving two people, one of whom is a man.
You stare at them with a perplexed expression as they both clumsily confess their love for you as well (leaving out that they will and have already murdered for you).
The only question that remains is: What will happen next? Will all three of you live with Canute? Will Thorfinn start a journey of self-discovery and end up traveling to Vinland? Will you ever figure out that their love isn't so innocent and that you won't ever escape from them?
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Embarrassing Moment
TS!Canute x F!Reader
Warnings: minor implication of the deed
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Once she finished drinking, Canute grabbed her water bottle.
"Do be careful, dear. My saliva mightve gotten on the rim." She told her husband.
"Your salivas not the only bodily fluid that's been in my mouth." The lewd statement sounded unnatural paired with the soft smile on his lips. He continued softly, "nothing to worry about, my queen." Cnute reassured.
Y/N, along with all the maids, furiously blushed.
"CANUTE!" she lightly smacked Canute's arm.
"Hahaha, my dear. I'm sure they've heard it all." He smirked.
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Hi! Just something for the VS series. I'm almost done with requests and will upload them soon 💜
#anime x reader#prince canute x reader#vinland saga scenario#vinland saga x reader#vinland saga#king canute x reader#canute x reader#prince canute
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To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 10, Finale of S1)
In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…
[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]
Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age
Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)
Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)
Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die
Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)
Part 5.2 is here - other sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)
Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond
Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge
Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn
Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses
Tag list:
@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets
Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]
[This part will specifically mention: Lost Thorfinn, you snapping, confrontation, crying and screaming, Thorfinn kinda losing it, depressive vibes, Thorfinn thinking about death, mentions of blood and snot, zombie Thorfinn, longing, abandonment]
It's Just Like A Burning Torch In A Storm, Like A Little Flower Blooming In A Home...
The weather has worsened as Askeladd predicted.
Even as it was past noon, the sky darkened in a warning as if it were the middle of the deadly night. Snowflakes that started out so lovely of how light they were, were now raining down like arrows and blurring the sight. You could barely see any light come from York and simply trotted after the footsteps your 'leaders' and 'liege' left behind.
You scoffed at the fear of the trails being hidden away by the upcoming storm at this pace, however. Dragging Thorfinn by his wrist would take forever until you'd find shelter.
You had told him to rest his broken arm in the sling but he let it swing with every little limp he managed after you. His good arm was just as lax and he barely let out any signs of pain of how utterly and crushingly tight you gripped his wrist as you dragged him after you. Hunched like a bell ringer, his pants and groans were as quiet as a mouse.
You bit your tongue. He barely paid any attention and just let you haul you around like a dog-
A thump. Thankfully you did not let your grip falter on him as he fell to his knees. Swallowing down a sigh, you turned around and tugged on his wrist. "C'mon. The snow is getting heavier."
Thorfinn hung his head.
"C'mon." You called out louder, tugging at him again. With a dreadfully slow pace, Thorfinn managed to lift one leg after another. After helping him up, you turned around to lead the way.
The same song all over again. The scenery did not seem to change, Askeladd and friends having vanished right under your nose. It felt like you were stranded on a place familiar yet far away. Freezing snowscapes weren't an ucommon sight and they surely were not with only Thorfinn as your company but this caving, this sharp chilliness that felt paralyzing as your heart seemed to give in the longer you dwelled here - as if this place was cursed - it was a first. It was all a first, daunting and frightening. Although, you doubted you could really pinpoint your feelings right now.
You let yourself sigh in frustration as Thorfinn fell once again. The crunching of the snow has become irritating and you snapped towards him. "Thorfinn. I know you can stand. You were running towards Askeladd just moments ago," You hoped it was 'just' moments ago, "Stand up already, don't have me haul you."
All you received was another groan. Another attempt but he kept on slipping. With a growl of your own you kneeled down to hold him under his arms. Heaving him with great effort, you almost slipped yourself as the blonde stayed limb, letting you lift him up with all your might. You felt like a mother with an grown man.
You scolded him again as he simply let himself lean on you once you were up on your feet - before pushing him away and giving him a good shake.
Still, he almsot tumbled down again.
"Thorfinn!" Yelling did not seem to effect him as well as his eyes, black and blue, narrow and swollen from the one-sided brawl, barely took in your figure. His brown eyes looked like they saw right through you, not even on eye level as he still did not walk straight, and it pissed you off.
Even breathing for air was painful, the sharp coldness of this barren, damned place wanting to cut into your lungs with each inhale as if taunting you, knowing that you rely on it now. Now, stuck in this forgotten land as the snow lies down on your shoulders. It's getting heavier and heavier, ringing in your ears as even they felt like falling off your head at any moment. They might as well. The biting wind, though gentle as it was, stealing any feeling you had in your bones.
Sniffing and swallowing your snot, you yanked at his arm again, swiftly turning around and trying to march after the fading footsteps as Thorfinn limped after.
The mere sound of crunching snapped the last strand of patience you so miraciously found within you and before the young man could completely slip again, he fell on his side instead as your fist collided with his face.
"You're a complete idiot!"
Thorfinn barely let out a sound. It made the fire within you rise.
"Askeladd was damn right! You're a moron! A godsforsaken fool! Idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!"
You stomped your foot, akin to a child, and Thorfinn wondered why you did not let him feel your ire instead, as he gazed up at you through lidded, swollen eyes. Though he did shakily gasp as you bent down and grabbed ahold of his shirt, holding him up to your level.
"The hell do you think you're doing here?! Huh?! What the hell are you doing here?! Answer me!" You threw him to the ground just as quickly. "You have people here that want you back to a home and you are crawling back to damn Askeladd out of all people! Vile, disgusting, bastard Askeladd!"
Your pants grew louder and louder, hands on your head, as they quickly snapped from brainless inhales to a growling, longing shriek - an animal squealing in pain.
"Do you have any idea - no, 'course you don't! You're a stupid mutt! You never think, never had any brains up there, did you?!" Piles of snow were thrown left and right, partly falling on Thorfinn, on his beaten body and face. He flinched at the contact. You kept on screeching. "You always end up like this. On the ground. Like a dog!" Again, you kicked snow his way, "When you could be somewhere else, somewhere far away that isn't here!"
You snapped your arm back to a direction you believed York was, distressed glare still on your friend, "What the hell was this Leif person talking about?! Iceland?! Helga and Ylva?! They're your family, aren't they?! You have family, Thorfinn, family that is alive and well and in Iceland and they want you back! They love you, Thorfinn!" Retreating your arm, you brought your hands back to your head, pulling on your hair, pulling on the last strand of sanity this man left you. Though you desperately were scowling, you wanted to scowl, your eyes were only wide. Wide and big, distress shining in them as tears welled up in the corners. A choked sob escaped you.
"Anyone would jump up in joy hearing that their family is still alive but you didn't give a damn about what that man had to say. He said he'd wait for you. Maybe he's still there."
The screeching softened the more you talked, misty-eyed as you gazed at anything but him. Lamenting to yourself at this predicament he found himself in. Thorfinn's own eyes widened as best as they could as he managed to sit up. A breathy gasp escaped him. He's never seen you like this.
"Do you have," Sobbing, you wiped your nose, "Any idea how lucky you are to have people in this world...that want you?"
The breathy gasp morphed into sharp inhales, greedily gulping in the painful air as Thorfinn kept staring and staring at you, wide-eyed and afraid. He barely could breath.
"You could be there...but you're not. So answer me when I ask you what the hell you are doing here."
Something...something he reckoned to be akin to ringing wormed its way in his ears alongside your sobs. He saw you hiding your eyes as tears fell down your face - but he wasn't sure, the heavy snow and his lidded eyes made it difficult to truly see you. Thorfinn was not certain if he stooped this low that he had begun seeing things.
Tilting his head down to the snow - his neck couldn't find any strength anymore - he startled at the face his father's dagger reflected. Swollen and broken...dark and bruised, blood and snot oozing out of his bent nose with one of his eye hardly visible and of course, barely able to see with it anyway. Maybe it wasn't the trick of the weather but just his swollen face.
He had seen this face time and time again.
It whined and fussed whenever he looked at it, leaving him no choice but to see its pain and its borderline stupidity. The blood coated on the blade as it cut the guards.
The broken arm that almost earned worse by Thorkell's duel.
The stomach that churned whenever he trotted away like a corpse out of sheer hunger. Looking for anything he could gnaw between his teeth.
The hand that held the torch to the woman's demise. The hair she groomed was soaked in blood later, he recalled.
All that gruesome work...all the murders and the guts on the floor, the stolen goods and impaled heads...all those errands.
It was all this ugly face that he sees.
He sucked in air only to let them out in a wail. He wailed and wailed, louder and louder, his voice cracking as his tongue was tied and not able to form any words. He stared at you as you kept on sobbing.
Thorfinn's scream pierced through the heavy snow and the deafening silence. The cold, the snow, the dark, thunderous sky was nothing compared to this might, to this pathetic pain. It was louder than anything else you'd ever heard, both from the people you've killed and their pleas for mercy, and from the amount of grief he so sparingly shared with you, here and there.
Wiping your tears, you grimaced. Even through this wail that teared your heart apart, you could not help but think back on Askeladd. Oh, how wretched he'd feel this sight would be.
It hurt even more that you'd even agree.
It's Just Like A Lighthouse In Your Hands, Like A Little Flag Flapping In The Sands...
Misty-eyed, you looked down on the mutt wreathing in the snow. In his beaten state he could no longer look down at his dagger, could not form any words of remorse, imploration or grief. It was animalistic braying, as Askeladd described, howling at a moon that won't ever rise. You observed for some more, drying your face completely before falling onto your knees before Thorfinn.
His brown eyes struggled to follow your movements but that did not bother you. Watching him twitch and turn, you scooted closer and opened your arms. Arms that felt to heavy to share any burden.
Your limbs were slow, so woefully slow and heavy as they wrapped around his hunched body. Even as you gently and gingerly pressed him against you, Thorfinn continued to cry out, seeming to not have even noticed your gesture. He seemed to only gulp back for air when the side of his head was pressed against your chest.
This cringing feeling only grew worse at the rapid speed of his heart pounding against you. It was akin a bird's panicked flappings as it tried to misguidedly escape the cage it's been put in. However, you still tried to focus on the lightening aspects. How his gasps ceased and he himself tried to take deep breaths. Your hand found the crown of his head, stroking his grimy hair.
Thorfinn jumped. These calm breaths of yours tickled his head, leaving him shuddering. Gazing into the empty, barren snowscape he pondered if - maybe if, as long as he's not mistaken - you had ever done something so comforting to him before. He thought of it to be comforting at least. The familiarity of it all left him stumped as well as equally frightened. He did not know what to make of it.
Were you always like this? You have never...embraced him like this before. Was it because of him? Did he put a distance between you? Were you hesitant, perhaps reluctant to offer him soothing solace such as this? Thorfinn did not know and he did not remember.
Letting out a confused groan, he ever so tediously turned his head and gazed up to you. Chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you like an intriguied animal.
You cringed slightly at the face before you. No longer stroking his hair, you grabbed a fistful of snow and gently rubbed it against his dark blue cheek. Thorfinn did not resist but only let out a soft croak of pain. Still, his eyes never left you. "I'm sorry. I made the bruise worse." You spoke under your breath. The snow dissolved and fell apart, leaving only your reddened palm to cup and carress his face. You hoped it would soothe the injury.
Wordlessly, you continued to graze the bruises on his face with your cold hand in an attempt to lighten the pain. The blonde, as beaten and silent as he was, fluttered his eyes close whenever your fingers touched the swollen lumps nearby. He'd croak and sigh at the lightest of touches, leaning on you on his knees and face tilted up to look at you. Wiping the blood under his nose caused him to sneeze and you ripped a handful of your cloak off, offering for him to sneeze into it.
"One more time. The blood might dry and clump up your nose." He did so as told, clumps of snot and blood pulled out of his nostrills. He sniffed, inhaling the air. You threw the blood-soaked cloth away. Wiping your hand, your brought it back up to press his head against you, hesitant, but deciding to squeeze him ever so gently. Your face grimaced but you did not want to let him know.
It was almost on command. How he let his head turn around again, his ear leaning against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. His own pounded against his chest, calmly yet alone. Lonely and longingly. Aside from it, he was empty. So, so empty he would have loved nothing more than to just lean against you and sleep. Sleep forever.
"...C'mon, Thorfinn. Let's get ourselves somewhere warm." Obeying your command once again, he looked back up at you with big eyes, before lifitng himself up. You tucked a few loose strands of unruly hair behind his ears before slinging the good arm around your shoulder, with your face close to one another, you marched back to York.
A Floating Moon...You Still Croon?
He still leaned against you, that fool.
It nearly made you smile how he almost snuggled. Yet it was just as pathetic. Pathetic and ironic like the sun that decided to bless you the moment you found York again. The snow below you all but melted away by its rays and left nothing but filthy, grimy roads. You prefered it over the slippery ice.
The town was rather crowded. Carts filled with many goods pulled by healthy, decorated horses and men with respectable blades passed by. The meeting is soon to begin, you believed.
Still, it only made you more hesitant to ask for any help. Anyone you turn to could be some high and mighty ruler of a region or worse, their vessels and guards. The many swinging scabbards at their hips did not ease your anxiety.
The side of the road it was. Better behind some stables in the shadows and out of the sight of the many servants. Thorfinn looked worse for wear and a youngling like you would definitely not be welcomed with open arms. Oh, how awfully right you were.
With another person's weight on your side, you accidentaly bumped into another. Praying they'd simply scoff or ignore you, you immediately bowed your head and apologized once they argued with you.
"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing? Bumping into me, eh? Causing an accident only to rob me from my goods, eh? I know that trick." One approached while you stepped back with Thorfinn in tow, head hanging low. You shake your head, trying to explain that it was indeed a mere accident-
"Don't pull that on me. Look at you, beaten and cold. You two must be poor beggars. C'mere, we know what to do with lot like you." As soon as you were cornered and one pulled his arm back for a punch, Thorfinn snapped his arm forward and shoved the man out of the way. He shrieked, alerting the others. "Hey, now-!" The second one grabbed your shoulder, however, he was swiftly kicked off, legs sweeped under his and falling into the manure below. Thorfinn let out something of an scoff despite his unreadable gaze.
Just as your friend was ready to bash the third man out of the trio, you made a run for it. There was no time to scold Thorfinn - you couldn't afford to earn the anger of some ruler's servant!
A mere barn was found and you snuck Thorfinn to the back behind a few bundles of hay. That certainly was close...but you didn't have the strength to berate him any more.
Instead, you tended to him some more, the best that you could as beggars. The man wasn't nearly wrong. Even now Thorfinn only let out a few hums at each action and touch, nodding meekly at each of your words. It was pitiful and equally heartbreaking.
Only to you though, it seemed.
You gently placed your hand to his forehead and sighed in relieve when not detecting a fever. It didn't appear that he had any symptoms either.
The blonde just leaned into your touch, tired.
You tucked a few unruly locks away. "I have to fetch something...I'll be right back." You snapped up only to be tugged down abruptly. Widened eyes looked down to find Thorfinn grabbing your wrist, stopping you and pulling you down. His swollen lips parted for air and eyes were still unreadable. Lying a hand on his, you tried to offer a smile, "I'll be right back, it won't take long. Just stay here and don't move from your spot."
The grip on your wrist was tight enough that you had to shake it off and leave before he could jump after you.
You missed the way his hand reached for your vanishing figure.
The port was even busier, making your heart race.
It was a mystery to you how you managed to find the short, unassuming man within the crowd of bellowing merchants and sailing boats but there he was, staring at you with wide, big eyes. He blinked a few times; Not quite certain if he should even be speaking to you - with that glare you were offering him.
"I don't know any details," You began, "But I have a request. I'll do what it takes for you to accept it." The man let out a nervous, brief chortle before taking a step forward. His hand scratched the back of his neck. The best he could was bear a crooked grin. "Now, hold on, little one. You, ah," He hesitated, blinked and took a breath, "I saw you with Thorfinn the other day. You are a friend of his, no?"
The man did not miss the way you avoided his gaze.
"And you are a relative of his, right? Uncle...Leif, it was?"
The merchant laughed and his nervous tone quickly shifted to a carefree one. It startled you yet that did not stop him from explaining his situation.
That was all nice and dandy...but you did not have time to listen to old tales.
"Listen, I know where he is. I'll take you to him but for that...you have to take him back to Iceland."
Leif could not deny that your request intriguided him. After all, just like Thorfinn you seemed to be a viking despite being his friend. He never had a viking ask him for a favour.
"I'll do whatever it takes to get him there. I'll personally drag him to your boat if I must, beat him black and blue and throw him into it." Again, Leif waved his hands and hoped his awkward laughter would ease the tension...and make you realize how dramatic your solutions were. It was not neccessary, he'd say, all that was needed was a good talk and listening to each other. To follow one's heart...and he's sure Thorfinn would choose the right answer.
That was enough for you to consider it a deal. Hurrying the older man, you were suddenly stopped as he tapped your shoulder. "I wanted to thank you, young one."
Raising a brow, it only made Leif grin.
"Thank you for being a friend to Thorfinn. He used to be such a sweet and hopeful kid...but now, he'd been through hell. I don't know all of the details but I am certain his life would have been more miserable if it weren't for you. Thank you for always staying by his side."
He continued to speak. You listened attentively, your eyes widened and fearing to tear up yet again at these kind words of this kind man.
Thorfinn could count himself lucky to have people who love him.
Listen To Me, Cleave Your Way Again, Again...
The floor was cold but thank the gods not as cold as the snow outside.
Lonely droplets of water fell down one after another and another and another; Like a melody to the puddle below. Thorfinn would have liked to thank to be alone right now. Alone and with not another soul as his company, as the trio of men chased after him and handed him over to the town's guards. With no resistance, he let himself be thrown into the dungeon.
But he could not find any gratitude in his empty heart to any gods right now.
You weren't back. You said you would be but when he looked up to the shadows hovering over him, he was met with three disgusting grins and not your smile. Bitter, bewitching, bland - it did not matter, he just needed to see your smile again.
You...held him. As if he deserved it.
You deserve to be looked for right now but he could not find any strength nor vigor to get up and escape, as easily as he was capable of it. All his head was filled of where questions on your whereabouts as his heart yearned for your presence.
A guard called out to him, speaking of an visitor. His first thought was you and how you returned to him. As best as he could, he crooked his neck and uttered your name.
Yet you weren't back still. There, sitting on the ground with the brightest smile he could muster was the man who used to tell him stories as a child. He prepared himself before he spoke. "Thorfinn. I've been told of an rowdy beggar being locked up. My gut feeling told me that might have been you, my boy."
Thorfinn sighed in disappointment and laid back down.
Leif licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "...You told me how you suffered for the past eleven years since we lost you, Thorfinn. You spoke of how I wouldn't understand, and I might not, and how...you couldn't find any peace within you as long as that man was still alive."
"...That...has nothing to do with you."
Nevertheless, the man persisted, believing it to be of concern to him. The fighting, the wars, the pain - and of how he swore it to himself to bring an end to it all by bringing him home.
A home filled with warmth and people. Of stories, some true and some silly, of food and water. Of no fear for your life and your future. A place where there was love.
"I swore an oath, you know? To myself and to Thors...that I would bring you back to Iceland. Bringing you back home where you belong, Thorfinn. That is the honor I want to uphold and the least I owe to Thors."
At the utter of his father's name, Thorfinn found the fortitude to sit up. Leif's grin was even more radiant than he remembered as a child. "So, Thorfinn...let us go back home. To Iceland!"
"Home...?"
Home...how tempting that word was. How it rolled off his tongue like stenching poison.
Home...after all this time? Why? Why would he, why should he?
Could he even?
"My boy, you said it yourself!" Leif scooted closer, his grin rivaling the sun, his eyes shining like a jewel. "So we can go to Vinland!"
Thorfinn could barely catch his breath, his empty chest that barely could hold his caving heart now rising. Rising, as he remembered the tale of old times.
A land far in the west, beyond the ocean...a land so warm and fruitful and so far away that no slave drives nor wars could reach it...
"Thors wished to go there, too...and I am sure - no, certain! Certain that if he was still alve, he would have loved nothing more than to travel to Vinland!"
Thorfinn hung his head. Was he...even allowed to hear such things, let alone do them? Take action?
"Home...and Vinland..."
Not being able to hold off his quivering smile, Leif dusted himself off as he got up on his feet. He walked slightly to the end of the bars. "And if you allowed it too, Thorfinn...I invited another companion to join us."
Now standing near the end, Leif opened his palm. Squinting his eyes, Thorfinn made out an hesitant, shaking hand peeking out from behind the wall and gingerly taking Leif's own outstretching one. He gladly wrapped his fingers around it, while the other shyly wrapped theirs around him, after a good while.
Following him, behind the wall your figure appeared - and the young blonde wasted no time to jump to his knees. You turned to him, looking down with a bittersweet smile. Thank the gods, he could see your smile that he so wished for.
Voice shaking with disbelief he called out your name.
"You gave me an heart attack."
My, did you tell him of how he did give you an heart attack when you returned to the spot with Leif and found him to be gone. Of how you told the man that he must be arrested and locked up, like the idiot that he was, and that he'd best be bribed free. Leif took the initiative and kindly asked you to wait.
Grey eyes glanced between the two of you and Leif let out a sigh of relieve, his hands on his hips. Even in this odd, ridicilous and hopeful situation that you wanted nothing more than to put your faith into, you approached the bars and looked down at your friend with the sweetest smile you could muster.
"After all this...could you take me to Vinland?"
Listen To Me, Sail Away Again, Again...A Misty Moon
I'm Missing You...
For the first time since today, you could feel the breeze.
No longer was it biting or howling but simply soothing.
This road, dirty and muddy and the chants of the people going their merry way felt like a dream.
Stepping inside Leif's humble, little boat felt like a dream.
The mention of other possibly kind merchants joining as Thorfinn held your hand - it was wonderful. Once he was out, he embraced you tight, not saying a word. He worsened his broken arm with the never-ending squeeze he gave you and definitely smeared snot and blood on your neck when he buried his head in there, but you did not dare to complain. Your arms wrapped around his body, silently grateful to have him back.
In this mess that you were and the mess that you are, you felt like the luckiest person alive. You, bewtiched by the bliss, did not complain as Thorfinn let go of your hand.
He was as quiet as a mouse, anyway. You let him ponder, you let him pout to himself. But what you could not let happen was him vanishing once again.
As he did on that snowy hill to fight Thorkell.
"Thorfinn!" Yours and Leif's scream aligning with a bird's shriek. The man just got this little boy back and now you were running off as well, searching for him. He thought he finally found Vinland. Finally could honor his own oath and quench this sadness in his heart.
It was all for nothing.
The searching, the bribing, the empty promises on his behalf...your fighting, your murders, tending his wounds and holding him in your heart. All for nothing.
Yells echoed within the meeting hall. You caught a glimpse of brown and yellow make a sharp turn for it. "Thorfinn!" Yet as men tried to flee the hall, you only struggled to get inside, hearing Thorfinn's screams for Askeladd.
He seemed to have gotten in as his figure vanished from your sight and you hardly could hear him. The yelling and screaming ceased - what had happened in there?
"Thorfinn! Thorfinn, come back! Please!"
Not a reply, not a bellow of utter agony either. It was only you, screeching out his name, screeching out to be let go as the many servants and guards dragged you out. Pulling on your cloak, pulling on your hair, your arms, your face.
"Thorfinn!"
You could not see beyond the crowd. It was eerie to not hear anything from him. Now you wished he hadn't been so quiet.
"...What...? You, are dying? You...?"
The men reckoned you to be a beggar, wondering what you are doing here. Breaking into the king's meeting.
"...Don't be so foolish...and stop this nonsense. I give you my life...but...what will you do with your life...after you've taken mine...?"
Your screaming only convinced them of your madness. A mere, hysterical beggar breaking into the king's murder.
"Thorfinn!"
"...Will you take your friend with you...? Or will you do as I did to Björn...you should go, Thorfinn. Go far, far away from here. Somewhere that isn't here..."
You shall be taken away. Hysterical but maybe useful.
"Damn it, come back! Go back to Iceland, Thorfinn! GO BACK TO ICELAND!"
Iceland is not a fruitful or promising land...you shall be useful somewhere else. Somewhere that isn't here.
"...Go, Son of Thors...become a true warrior..."
Do Good, To Be Good...Do Good, To Be Good...You're Not Alone...
For the first time today, you felt the agony that dwelled within your heart, boiling there, wating for this moment.
The faces of the people, the mud of the road pressed into your face, the cuffs on your hands. It was a true nightmare.
Ripped away from the second Thorfinn let go of your hand and did not return to you. You still missed his silhouette. It was gone the moment you were hauled out of the place and thrown into the sea.
Thorfinn did not even answer your cires.
No one would now to a slave.
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Imagine king canute with a busty s/o.(you can ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing this.)
Small or busty Canute likes both. ♥️
Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, boob loving 🥰
“I can’t go in there?”
“No.”
Currently in front of Canute’s private room (Name) wanted to see Canute for a bit of a talk, unfortunately the guards wouldn’t allow it as the King was currently discussing a few things with Gunnar. Even when (Name) offered to just say “Hello” to the king they wouldn’t budge. Pouting, told them she would just wait until the meeting was over, which they seemed okay with. While waiting, one of the guards recognized the woman from somewhere. When he finally realized, the guard immediately let (Name) in. Finding it odd, nonetheless (Name) walked in the room as the guard apologized to Canute who was talking with Gunnar and Ulf.
“Good evening, (Name). Have a seat. We were just wrapping things up here.”
“Uh, your grace-“
Gunnar was a bit surprised that Canute dismissed both him and Ulf so quickly, he still had some issues that needed Canute’s attention. Ulf didn’t seem to mind but the advisor pouted a bit as he left, Ulf closed the door behind the two and the guard apologized for not letting (Name) in sooner. Ulf whispered “The breasts give it away?” “Yes sir, my apologies.”
Canute had made it somewhat known that if a woman comes by with unique breasts to let her in, the soldier had simply forgot until he looked at her breasts. Ulf told the guards to take a break and they did so as Ulf went on his own way.
Inside, Canute already had (Name) on his lap with his face buried between her breasts as (Name) was face forward while gently rubbing the top of Canute’s head while he told her how tired he was. It was a usual occurrence when he saw his sweet (Name), today Canute had a dilemma of taxes, complaints of the English people, the possibility of reducing his army had given Canute a slight headache. (Name) came at the right moment Canute told himself,
“Maybe you should lie down?”
“This is fine, my guards didn’t give you trouble did they?”
“Not really, I just wanted to stop by and see you.”
“Thank you for the visit.”
Kissing the side of her neck Canute heard a little moan from the beautiful women on his lap, smirking Canute leaned back and asked (Name) if she really came just to say “Hello”. All the while taking a quick glance of her breasts, no matter how many times he saw them clothes or naked he loved them all the same.
“Well, I did want to talk about how your day went.”
“Well, I’ve already told you my day. Tell me yours.”
Turning her around and pulling her in close to his chest the king of Denmark and England gently rubbed her breasts while kissing her neck, moving them up and down while listening to her talk about her day and the king did listen to his sweet all the while giving her an abundance of love to her heart and beautiful breasts.
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