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Move On VIII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!♥️ Two weeks later, here you go! I only have two things to say: 1. please don't hate me 2. forgive me because it's too long and it might be a bit boring bc my brain was a bit dry this week. BUT the ending is intense. I almost divided it in two different chapters but I'm ending it on chapter 10 and I already have everything planned😔 Please remember there's two chapters left and anything could happen👀 Now enjoy and thanks for reading!

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, Hvitty is the best, Alfred is cute, Ivar is Ivar, there's smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and I think that's all!

Words: 7122 (the longest chapter I've ever written sorry)

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You had thought about your wedding day, like every single person on Earth. You imagined it being outside, maybe near the sea, or in the forest, maybe the gardens of a beautiful palace. But for some reason, you never imagined the groom's face. It was always about you, the place and the music, the dress, the flowers, the cake... Until you met Ivar.

Getting married wasn't something you wished to do soon, it could wait. It was more a future plan than a wish, because in some way getting married and having a child was something that scared you. Ivar managed to make you change your mind, suddenly you weren't that scared of having kids or the commitment that implies a wedding. It would be fine as long as he was the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle and the one holding your baby. It would be fine as long as it was him there with you.

Weddings were a celebration of love. At least that was what everyone said, two people that loved each other enough to try and make it last forever. Maybe they gave too much importance to the wedding itself and forgot the love part. Or maybe you were so bitter about anything romantic or related to love that you stopped thinking about them as a love gesture and started seeing it as a contract.

You hadn't heard about Ivar again. Not since that day that ended so badly. Hvitserk said he was still with Freydis, and soon he just stopped talking about him at all. Maybe hoping you'd get over him faster if he didn't mention him. But it wasn't really working.

At least you stopped crying. Now it was more like a sad grimace whenever you thought about it, and sometimes, Hvitserk realized you'd stop talking and looked away, biting your lip and probably thinking about him. Especially when there was something that reminded you of him.

But the problem of being so close to someone, shaping your entire life around him and sharing everything together was that there wasn't really anything that didn't remind you of him.

Alfred, Thora and Hvitserk had organized to be around you all the time. Distracting you, forcing you to go out and Hvitserk even let you do his makeup once. Sometimes it was annoying, but you couldn't be mad at them, they were just trying to make you feel better.

You tried to convince Thora and Hvitserk to go to the wedding together, but she didn't want to go to said wedding. As you promised Alfred you'd go with him, he'd be the one picking you up, and you'd see Hvitserk in there.

Of course, Ubbe and Torvi chose a beautiful forest near their own home to celebrate the wedding. A pagan wedding. You had been to a few of those with Ivar, as he and his family still worshipped the Norse gods. But this time you felt like an intruder, as you weren't even part of the family anymore, and your date was a Christian man.

The dress Hvitserk chose didn't look that good on you at home as it had looked on the changing rooms, as always, but you forced yourself to wear it with confidence. You even practiced walking with the new heels you had bought, and at that point you just wished you wouldn't fall in front of everyone.

You chose a very natural makeup, and a simple hairstyle that was within your humble means. You didn't want to draw attention and wished that the guests wouldn't recognize you. The last thing you needed was people talking about you and Ivar.

Traditions were traditions, nonetheless, and you wore red underwear to try and feel a bit sexier. Even if you had tried to get rid of the red dresses and underwear you wore to catch Ivar's attention, that red set in particular was too precious for you. It was the first one he bought you, and you still remembered the first night you wore it.

And, why am I thinking about Ivar now?

You sighed and looked at your own reflect on the mirror. You were ready, just needed to put those deadly traps on your feet and grab your purse. Alfred had called and he was on his way.

Oh yeah, because you're seeing him today. For the first time in months, you were going to see him again and with Freydis on his arm. You didn't even know how you'd react, but it had given you nightmares for days.

The doorbell rang, and you finished putting on the heels before walking to the door and opening it. Alfred looked like a prince, with his black suit and a flower on his hand. A sunflower. It made you smile more than it was socially acceptable.

"Hi" you waved at him "You look good" you winked at him, Alfred chuckled and blushed softly.

"Hello" he nodded politely "You look..." he stopped to look at you in the eye and sighed "Absolutely beautiful"

"Oh, um..." you looked down, flustered "Thank you, I... Didn't expect a compliment now"

Alfred smiled and took your hand, making you twirl and giggle.

"This is for you" he gave you the sunflower. You bit your lip and took it.

"You're always giving me flowers"

"Because you deserve them" he shrugged "Are you ready?"

You nodded. Taking the purse you left next to the door and checking you had everything.

"Okay" you sighed "Let's go"

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As soon as you got out of the car someone covered your eyes. You laughed and grabbed his arms to avoid losing your balance.

"Hvitserk" you put his hands away and turned to look at him "Look at you! You look nice"

He did look nice. His dirty blonde hair was braided and the suit looked good on him, it made his green eyes stand out.

"You look very nice too" he winked at you, his flirtatious smirk made you roll your eyes "Nice dress, who chose it?"

"Someone with a very good taste, obviously" you laughed "Are we late?"

Hvitserk turned to greet Alfred. The both of them weren't exactly friends, but thanks to you they were at least civil with each other and you were more than happy with that.

"You're just on time" he sighed "The guests are starting to get in" he pointed at the small path adorned with flowers and wooden decorations that entered the forest "Ubbe is already there, he's surprisingly relaxed, considering the fact he's marrying Torvi" Hvitserk muttered the last part and you raised an eyebrow.

"I would like to say hello to Ubbe before the ceremony starts" said Alfred with a small smile. He was very close to Ubbe, and worked with him frequently. You could say Ubbe was his favorite Lothbrok, and you couldn't blame him.

Hvitserk nodded and stepped back.

"I have to look for my brother, he told me he was close" he explained "But go, I'll catch you later"

My brother, Hvitserk now only referred to Ivar as 'his brother', noticing how you sometimes flinched when you heard his name, even if it was just because the thought of him startled you.

You grabbed Alfred's arm and hoped you wouldn't fall with the heels, he seemed to think the same, because he held you tightly.

"Doesn't it bother you that this is a pagan wedding?" You asked, genuinely curious when you caught a glance of the cross that hang from his neck. It belonged to his biological father, who passed away before he was born.

Alfred seemed amused at the question.

"I'm not bothered by people believing in other Gods, Y/N" he chuckled "In fact, I find paganism very interesting, and Ubbe told me a lot about his Gods and Goddesses, it's interesting, and I don't think my own God would be mad at me for respecting other beliefs"

You nodded slowly. Alfred was very religious, but not on an obsessive way. It was one of the things you liked about him, how relaxed but loyal he was about his religion.

Ivar was also very religious, but focused on a very different religion. It was something they had in common even if they wouldn't ever recognize it, but you could see it in both of them.

"Besides, I'll confess that Norse weddings are often much more fun than the Christian weddings" he added with a smile.

"Oh, are you getting drunk tonight?" you teased with a small smile. Alfred shook his head but laughed.

"Maybe" he raised an eyebrow "But only if you drink with me"

"Obviously" you rolled your eyes "On the last wedding I went to, Hvitserk, Ivar and I stole a bottle of tequila and got drunk on the car while listening to my favorite playlist"

"Wow" he laughed again "Okay, I'll try to keep up with you then"

There was a lot of people at the clearing already. You remembered Ubbe's first wedding, the first one you attended to with Ivar. He looked more relaxed now, and happier.

"Alfred" he greeted your companion with a big smile and a bone-crushing hug. Alfred smiled widely and hugged him back "You look good, man, thanks for coming"

"Of course, Ubbe" when they separated, he touched his shoulder firmly "I'm happy for you"

"I was a bit confused when your family arrived without you" Ubbe pointed to a group of people. When you turned to look at them, they turned around to pretend they weren't looking at you, making you raise an eyebrow and Alfred frown and blush "But I see you have better company" he laughed "Hello, Y/N"

When he leant in to hug you, you sighed. Ubbe gave the best hugs ever.

"Hi" you smiled "Thank you for inviting me"

"Are you joking?" he shook his head "You're like my sister, of course we'd invite you, you look pretty" he nodded "My mother is going to be thrilled to see you" he pointed at Aslaug, who stood all alone away from the crowd "She scolded all of us during the last family dinner, saying how you were too good for this family and we didn't appreciate you enough"

You smiled softly, Aslaug always treated you like a daughter.

"I'm gonna go say hello to her" you looked back at them. Alfred nodded and watched you leave until Ubbe hit his head softly with a smirk.

Aslaug never had a good relationship with the rest of the family. Ivar told you no one truly accepted her when Ragnar divorced Lagertha, and she spent most of the time taking care of Ivar. When Ragnar left, she just ignored them.

Ubbe was right, her eyes lightened up and she gave you a big smile when you approached.

"Y/N! Oh, Gods, you look so beautiful" she hugged you tightly "How have you been? I asked Hvitserk about you but he wasn't very specific"

"Hi" you smiled back at her "I'm fine, I think, you look beautiful too"

She seemed to like that comment. She did look very pretty, with her wavy, blonde hair braided and wearing a beautiful blue dress.

"I'm so glad to see you" she sighed "I missed you, you have to come with Hvitserk some day"

You wondered if she knew about the fact that you had slept with Hvitserk. But just when you were about to reply, she looked at someone just behind you, and you tensed up. There was only one person that could make Aslaug smile like that, and you weren't too excited to see him.

When you turned around, you forgot how to breath for a moment. Ivar wore a dark grey suit, that made his deep blue eyes shine like sapphires. He leant into the crutch and walked slowly, looking around with his eyebrow raised, as if he truly believed no one was worthy of his presence. After months without seeing him, thinking you were actually making progress in moving on, you realized you were still too into him. He was just too much.

When you were able to tear your eyes off of him, you realized Freydis was with him, dressed in red and looking so effortlessly beautiful that you felt like crying again.

Hvitserk reached you first, greeting his mother with a kiss on her cheek and putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Come on, let's go, this is about to begin" he whispered. When you left, you could feel Ivar's eyes on you, nearly burning. You didn't dare to look at him.

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Torvi was so beautiful on her white dress and the flower crown on top of the small braids on her hair that you couldn't help but tear up a bit. Ubbe looked at her with such an intensity, with eyes so full of love that you envied both of them for a moment. They couldn't stop looking at each other, they were so lost in themselves that barely listened to the völva that married them. To be fair, you barely listened either. It made you wish you had someone to look at like that, someone that looked at you like that. A few months earlier, you thought you had it.

Maybe you still could have it, with Alfred. He was the sweetest person you had ever met, and he treated you like a queen, always giving you space and making sure you were okay. You loved him so much you thought you'd explode if he had another sweet gesture with you, but it wasn't romantic love. You could try and maybe in some more months you could fall in love with him, but you didn't want to break his heart, he didn't deserve it.

And Hvitserk? He was your best friend, but even if you could feel attracted to him, you knew it wouldn't work. And both Alfred and Hvitserk deserved true love. But it wasn't you.

Ivar sat on the front rows, with his brothers and his parents. Freydis was sitting next to him, but they didn't touch each other. In fact, they barely talked. Then the völva talked about twin flames, about true love that always found its way through every single obstacle, and when you looked at him, he was looking right back at you.

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"You're back to drinking, huh?" Hvitserk laughed while sitting next to you. You groaned and bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

"I needed it" you pouted, looking at the drink you just ordered "Alfred introduced me to his family, but I don't think they like me very much"

Hvitserk stole your drink and took a sip, making you glare at him.

"His family is very protective of him" he shrugged "And you're probably not very popular considering you're Ivar's ex"

You turned your head to look at them, standing at the other side of the room. Judith, Alfred's mother, at least had been nice, but Aethelwulf, his (adoptive) father, looked at you suspiciously. You already knew Aethelred, his brother, but even if he greeted you politely, he didn't seem too happy with you either.

You also spent some time with the newlyweds, Björn and his wife and Lagertha, but you also felt out of place. In fact, you didn't feel comfortable until you stepped away from the crowd and reached the bar.

"There's food there, Hvitserk" you snatched your drink from his hand "Leave my drink alone"

He chuckled.

"I figured you needed some company, you look a bit sad here all alone" he shrugged again "Besides, I don't really feel comfortable in there" he frowned. The guests were finishing their food and getting up to dance and talk around the room. The venue in which the feast took place belonged to a friend of Ubbe's, so they had gotten the biggest salon.

Aslaug chatted with Floki and Helga, Ragnar tried to flirt with an amused Lagertha and Sigurd and Ivar had argued at least three times during the feast, with Björn interfering to avoid a possible murder. So the atmosphere was a bit tense and awkward.

"Remind me to never celebrate a wedding with my family" Hvitserk sighed. You giggled and shook your head "I mean it, is there anything worse than a wedding with a dysfunctional family?"

"A wedding with a functional family" you raised an eyebrow "That would be boring"

Fortunately, no one paid too much attention to you. Helga greeted you excitedly, and Floki hugged you and told you Freki missed you. You teared up remembering the sweet husky they had in Iceland. Sigurd was also nicer to you now than when you were with Ivar. Blaeja smiled to you shyly. Everything was awkward and felt weird, like you shouldn't be there.

The only one you hadn't talked to was Ragnar and, of course, Ivar. After he was finished eating, he sat down with Freydis. She tried to say hello to you with a sweet smile but Alfred had interrupted her and took you away. You nearly kissed him in gratitude.

"My father asked about you" Hvitserk added when he saw you staring at Ragnar, who was now talking to Harald Finehair.

"Really?" you frowned "I didn't think he'd remember me"

Even if you had been with Ivar for years, you had only met his father a few times, during important events or festivities. Usually, he was traveling the world, working and avoiding his responsibilities as a husband and a father.

"Of course he remembers you, he always asked about you... Don't tell anyone, but you were his favorite daughter-in-law, remember that time when you managed to make Ivar apologize to Sigurd after he insulted him during Jul? He was impressed"

"And he told you that" you rolled your eyes, thinking Hvitserk was probably making it up to make you feel better.

"Yes, he did, he also called Ivar a fucking idiot when he heard he left you, it was the first time I agreed with my father in a long time"

That made you smile.

"Your family is too nice with me" you sighed "I'm gonna miss them"

That startled Hvitserk.

"What? Why? Where are you going?" he glared at you "You're not leaving"

"I don't know" you took another sip of your drink "I talked to Alfred about it, he had friends in England that could help me get a job there and..."

"England?" Hvitserk scowled "You're moving to England?"

"I'm not" his indignation amused you "Not for now, I think, it's just an idea"

"You can't leave me here" he pouted "Who is going to come with me to the pub then?"

"I'm sure you'd find someone to get drunk with pretty soon"

He shook his head, and the two of you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes.

"It's impossible to replace you, Y/N" he whispered "You're too special for that"

"Aw" you felt a lump in your throat and the urge to hug him "That's sweet, Hvitty"

"I mean it" he winked at you "You're great, I just wish you saw it too"

"Keep saying these things to me and I'll give you my drink"

He smiled, but shook his head and stood up.

"I'm going to talk to Ubbe" he announced, you saw he was now talking to Floki and Aslaug, away from Björn and Lagertha "I have something to give to him"

You nodded and watched him leave with a small smile. Once again, you should have fallen in love with him.

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After three drinks, you stopped feeling intimidated by the crowd, at least a bit, and felt brave enough to get closer to it. Your eyes fixed on Ivar and Freydis, still sitting down and who seemed to be having a deep conversation. It didn't look good, but before you could even start wondering what they were talking about, someone put their arm around you, startling you.

"Hello, Y/N" you turned around to see Ragnar, already a bit drunk and with a big smile on his lips. His eyes, so similar to Ivar's, seemed to look directly into your soul "Long time no see"

"Hi" you smiled at him "How are you?"

He frowned, then grimaced and then shook his head.

"I'm... Alive" he shrugged "So, you and little Alfred?"

Ragnar Lothbrok wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"We're friends" you chuckled "He's been an amazing friend to me these past months"

"Yeah, after my... Brilliant son fucked it up" he clenched his jaw, taking a sip of his beer "Alfred is a really good kid, son of a great man"

"He's the best" you nodded "Did you know his father?"

For the first time, the smile on Ragnar's face faltered.

"Yes, I did" he cleared his throat "He was a very good friend of mine"

"He'd be proud of his son, then" you smiled, looking at Alfred who was currently talking to his brother.

"He would" Ragnar nodded "Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my own sons" he muttered, and you raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" you chuckled.

"I must admit it's my fault" he sighed "They inherited it from me, the capacity of ruining everything when they have a great woman by their side" you'd swear his eyes fixed on Lagertha and then on Aslaug for a moment "Ivar is the smartest boy I've ever seen, but he can also be stupid sometimes, you know it, because you understand him better than anyone, better than himself, even than his own mother" you bit your lip, looking away "And I know he regrets it"

"Look, I really love Ivar" you sighed "I will always love him because he was a very important part of my life for years, but he's happy with Freydis now, and I'm glad he's happy"

Ragnar chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'd argue with you on that, but Alfred is coming and I think you deserve a good time with him now rather than talking about my son" he winked "See you around, Y/N"

Before you could reply, he left, walking towards the bar as he finished his drink.

"Hello" Alfred stopped next to you, also looking at Ragnar with an eyebrow raised "Everything okay?"

You turned your head and smiled softly at him.

"Yes, I think" you giggled "It's just Ragnar being weird"

He hummed, like he understood exactly what you meant.

"I just wanted to ask you if you..." he looked around with a frown, and blushed furiously "Maybe, want to dance?"

You were surprised, thinking no one really danced at these things, but a quick look around made you realized that people were definitely dancing, or well, at least they were trying.

Ubbe and Torvi moved slowly together, with their foreheads pressed together and a small smile on their lips. Around them, some couples danced at the rhythm of a slow song.

"Oh, um..." you licked your lips, nervously "Sure, I'd love to"

Alfred looked relieved, and took your hand softly, leading you to the dance floor. Or well, the part of the salon on which people danced.

He knew how to dance, of course he did. You nearly rolled your eyes when he whispered that you should put your hand on his shoulder and started leading your movements. He was too soft, too polite and too perfect. You looked at his face intensely as he danced and you moved clumsily with him. He didn't make eye contact, too nervous and always looking down.

"Alfred" you pouted "You're one of the most amazing men I've ever met" you stopped moving to hug him "Oh my god, I wish I could..."

He hugged you back, nodding against your neck.

"I wish that too" he muttered "But I can't force you"

"I tried, I really did, and I love you so much, but..."

"Hey" he stopped hugging you, and cupped your face softly "Look at me, Y/N, you don't have to explain yourself, you feel what you feel and it's fine, I'll get over it" he giggled as you teared up, feeling the worst person in the world "We're friends, and that will never change"

You nodded.

"Thank you" you took a deep breath "For everything"

"Of course" he smiled "I think it's time you start being a bit more selfish and put yourself first, stop worrying about what the others are feeling, focus on yourself"

You hugged him again and kissed his cheek.

"I'm gonna go get some air" you took a deep breath "I'll be back, okay?"

He nodded, letting you go. You rushed to the door and left the building, only breathing again when you were out in the garden. It was a pretty entrance, with cobblestones, a lovely fountain and some flowers. At least it was peaceful and quiet. Or you thought it was, because you heard a metal noise and a groan, which made you jump and gasp before you looked to the side.

It was already dark, and the only source of light were the lovely streetlights adorned with ivy. It came from one of the benches at the side of the entrance, and you nearly cried when you saw the source of the noise.

"Ivar?" you sighed, drying your tears with your fingers "What are you doing here?"

He raised his head and glared at you with his jaw clenched, he had been focused on his braces and didn't even hear you approaching. When he didn't reply, you frowned and walked towards him, walking slowly to avoid falling down with the damned heels.

"Where's Freydis?" you asked softly, understanding something was wrong.

"She left" his voice sounded dry and empty, almost as if he had been crying.

"Why?"

"Because I told her to leave" he pouted. Ivar had the tendency to pout, and he hated when you said he looked cute doing it, probably thinking he looked intimidating.

You sat down on the bench, and decided not to ask because he didn't seem too inclined to talk about it.

"What's wrong with the braces?" you asked slowly.

"I don't know" he groaned, grabbing his right leg "I think I moved it and..." his lip started trembling when he started fiddling with it again.

"Stop" you tried to grab his hand, but he ignored you "Ivar, stop, you're going to hurt yourself"

"Why do you care?" he raised his voice, making you scoff "Why don't you go back there with Alfred?"

"Don't yell" you glared at him "After everything you've done, you don't get to yell at me"

He took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes with his hands and shaking his head.

"I want to go home" he sighed "I can't go back there"

"Hey, what happened?" you were starting to get worried, because that wasn't like Ivar "Should I call your brothers? Your mother?"

"No" he shrugged "They will just rant about how stupid I am for letting you go"

You looked away again.

"You did hurt me" you muttered "A lot"

Ivar didn't look at you either.

"That's the worst part" he scoffed "That they're right"

This time you did look at him, surprised and with your lips parted. For a moment, you felt the need to hug and kiss him, but you couldn't.

"If you know they're right why did you do it? And I don't mean breaking up with me, I mean being so cruel, treating me like I was nothing to you"

"I don't know, Y/N" he sighed tiredly "I was angry, you moved on"

"I didn't move on!" you scoffed "Dear God, Ivar, I couldn't move on, I spent the worst months of my life trying to but I couldn't, you're such an asshole" you groaned "You broke up with me, acted like I was nothing but a burden to you, you made me feel like I wasn't good enough, and then had the audacity of acting like I was the one that fucked everything up!"

Ivar's eyes were full of tears when he raised his head again.

"I don't feel like talking about that now"

You were about to keep ranting when you looked at his eyes for the first time, and gasped when you saw how blue they were.

"Did you take your medicines today?" you frowned when he shook his head "Why? Oh God" you groaned "Should we go to the hospital?"

He shook his head again.

"I just want to go home"

"Are you in too much pain, Ivar? Wait, I'll call a cab" you unlocked your phone and stood up.

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You had never seen Ivar like that. So quiet and sad, looking at his own feet and not even reacting when you sat down next to him again.

"The cab will be here in ten minutes" you announced softly, regretting being to harsh on him a few minutes earlier "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? Maybe we should, it might get worse, what if something happens?" you bit your lip nervously "I should go and tell your family"

"No" he grabbed your arm when you were about to stand up again "Don't tell them, it'll be fine as soon as I get home, take the pills and rest a bit"

"Okay" you sighed "But at least let me get Hvitserk so he can go with you"

Ivar's face changed again, this time he looked like a lost puppy, his pouty lips parted and his eyes fixed on yours, nearly begging.

"Aren't you coming with me?" he whispered, and you sighed.

"I shouldn't" you muttered in reply "I don't think..."

"Please" he insisted, and you noticed the two of you were too close "We need to talk"

He was so soft, so vulnerable in that moment that you nodded slowly, and let yourself lean into him slowly just before you heard someone calling your name.

Hvitserk left the building at the same time you got away from Ivar quickly turning your head to look at him. Ivar looked irritated by the interruption, but didn't say anything.

"Hey" he looked surprised to see the both of you there "Y/N, Alfred said you'd be out here" he frowned "Ivar, I was looking for you... Is everything okay?"

"Hi" you smiled softly "Ivar is not feeling good, he's in pain" you explained, standing up and approaching him "I called a cab"

Hvitserk's big brother side showed up when he walked over to Ivar, frowning.

"You didn't take the medicines?"

"I fought with Freydis, I forgot" he shrugged.

"Where is she?" Hvitserk looked around, a bit confused.

Ivar didn't reply, but they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

You gave them a few minutes together, until you approached them again. Hvitserk stood up with a sigh and shook his head.

"You can leave" he said softly, caressing your arm "I will stay with him"

You heard the cab arriving and looked at Ivar.

"I..." you took Hvitserk's hands "Maybe I should stay with him"

He took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Y/N..."

"It's okay" you chuckled "It's fine, Hvitserk, I'm fine"

"Are you sure?" he whispered "He is..."

"I know, and it will be okay, we... Need to talk, I think"

If Hvitserk thought you were stupid, he didn't say it.

"If you need anything, call me, okay?"

You nodded as he kissed your temple softly. You could feel Ivar's eyes on you, burning, when the cab stopped next to you and Hvitserk turned to help him.

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It felt too familiar to enter their flat, to help Ivar sit on the couch before taking the medicines to him with a glass of water. You were so used to the process that for a moment you forgot everything had changed since the last time you did it.

He did look more relaxed after a few minutes, when you sat on the couch and took your heels off with a tired sigh. You could feel Ivar's eyes on you, but tried to ignore him, too exhausted to start arguing with him again. You felt the pressure on your chest again, as you always did when someone mentioned him or when you saw him, but this time it was a bit less intense, maybe because Freydis wasn't around.

"I'm going to bed" he announced after a few minutes, you supposed that the strong painkillers had already kicked it at least a bit "Today was shit"

You wanted to scream at him, every day had been shit for the last few months because of him. But you were too exhausted of yelling, arguing and crying because of him, you wanted a truce, even if it was just for a few hours.

Ivar got up, grunting and taking deep breaths as he moved slowly towards his bedroom. At first, you weren't even thinking about helping him, you had already done too much for him that night, much more than he actually deserved. But when you looked at him and saw him struggling, you couldn't help it and got up to help him. Usually, Ivar would frown and say he didn't need help, but this time he didn't say a word until you reached his bedroom.

You bit your lip, looking around the room and remembering the last time you were in there. Ivar let himself fall on the bed and sighed in relief when he got to take the braces off. You sat on the bed and looked at him sternly.

"Hvitserk said you've been skipping therapy sessions" you narrowed your eyes at him "And didn't go to doctor's appointments, this is what you get for being an idiot"

Ivar raised an eyebrow, and the ghost of a smile danced on his lips as he turned his head to you.

"You and Hvitserk talked a lot about me, didn't you?" he scoffed "Did he also mention me when you were fucking?"

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't going to play his game anymore, not that night.

"Anyway, I'm leaving" you stood up "Go to sleep and call the doctor tomorrow"

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you.

"I thought we needed to talk" he scowled "But now you want to run back to Alfred"

"Look" you sighed, crossing your arms "You're tired and on a bad mood, I'm tired and a bit drunk, talking it's probably not a good idea, so try and get some rest and we'll talk some other day"

"I saw you dancing" he ignored you completely, making you sigh again "With him"

"Yes, and what about it? You have no right to be bothered by that, because you were with your girlfriend"

"She's no longer my girlfriend" he clenched his jaw and his voice broke a bit "It's over"

Your expression softened. Even if you'd love to slap him in that moment, your heart broke a bit knowing he was hurt.

"What happened?" you asked softly "The last time you told me you loved each other and all of that"

Ivar shrugged, looking away and taking a deep breath.

"I don't know, I suppose she didn't love me that much"

You looked at him with a pout. You could feel that dull pain on your heart when you thought about him, you missed him with your entire life, the thought of your relationship hurt and you knew it will keep hurting forever. Ivar probably didn't care about you, or maybe he saw you more like a friend, because it was obvious Freydis had marked him much more than you in just a few months, you had seen him looking at her. So probably she was his Ivar, that thing that would be painful his entire life.

A part of you wanted to be happy. They broke up, he was mistaken and it didn't work out. But you couldn't do it when you looked into his eyes and saw pain. You couldn't see him in pain.

"I'm sorry" you said softly.

"Are you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes" you rolled your eyes "I don't want to see you sad"

"Wouldn't you feel better yelling and insulting me?"

"Maybe" you shrugged "But I don't have the strength to do it"

Ivar nodded. He didn't have the energy to fight either. You laid down next to him, careful not to wrinkle the dress. Ivar stared at you intensely, and felt the tug on his chest again. He missed you more than he actually realized. It had been during the wedding, when he saw you looking stunning, smiling and greeting people... With Alfred next to you. He knew you'd be worried about him because he hadn't taken the medicines, that you'd make him sit down and would make everyone approach him so he wouldn't have to walk, that you'd take care of him, and if he was feeling better, would make him try to dance with you after the feast. Now you were dancing with Alfred, giggling and hugging his brother, and barely looked at him. And Freydis noticed.

When you looked at him again, he was much closer than you remembered, and it started you as you tried to move, flustered and suddenly very nervous.

"Y/N" he muttered, his hand grabbed your wrist softly and you widened your eyes "Stay, please"

You got lost into his eyes again. They had something magnetic, that attracted and locked you in.

His hand cupped your head to pull you closer, and the pressure on your chest turned into a warm feeling when his lips pressed against yours. It was like coming back after a long trip, when you realized just how much you had missed home, and everything was familiar and in its place. You closed your eyes and kissed him back slowly, too into him to even realize what was happening. Ivar broke the kiss and pecked your lips again a couple of times before deepening the kiss. His hand traveled down your back, making you tremble, until it reached your waist. You couldn't remember when was the last time Ivar kissed you like that, not even when the two of you were still together. He caressed your body over the soft fabric of the dress, and you vaguely thought about the wrinkles but realized you didn't even care.

"Ivar" you muttered against his lips "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but kissed you again as his fingers fumbled with the zip of your dress.

"You looked so beautiful today" he sighed "I couldn't stand to even think about someone else taking this dress off"

You were going to reply, but his lips on your neck turned what was going to be a dignified reply into a moan. Ivar had that thing, that charm that was too much for you to handle. He knew your weaknesses, your soft spots and what to do to make you melt in his arms. He knew you couldn't resist him, not even if you wanted to.

It was like going back in time, all the thoughts about the breakup, Freydis, Alfred and Hvitserk left your mind as he took the dress off, throwing it to the other side of the room and biting his lip with a smirk when he recognized the underwear. You tugged on his clothes, and the two of you broke the kiss so he could take the shirt and the tie. You sighed when you saw his tattoos again. You has missed him so much, and how his warm skin felt under your fingers, how his body tensed under your touch.

"Can I?" he asked biting your lower lip, his fingers grazed the side of your panties and you closed your eyes in anticipation before nodding.

"Yes" you moaned, moving to straddle him as you took your bra off. Ivar groaned and pushed his hips against you. Finally, his fingers found your sex, and he pressed onto your clit, and when he started rubbing it in circles you started trembling again.

You tried to touch his member, but you could barely move, until he pushed your panties aside and two of his fingers teased your entrance before entering you. The both of you moaned at the same time, and you moved your hips against his hand trying to follow his pace.

"Gods, you look so beautiful" he groaned, his free hand caressed your body and his lips captured one of your nipples. It was too much, and when he pressed his palm against your clit you gasped and your walls clenched around his fingers. But then he stopped, and your moans of pleasure turned into a bothered whine. You opened your eyes to glare at him and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're not going to cum until I'm inside of you" he whispered against your neck. You quickly fumbled with his pants, and when you finally freed his hard member Ivar groaned again. You would have loved to return the favor and leave him on the edge, but you couldn't wait, you needed him. You had waited enough.

"Put it in for me, kitten"

You nearly came hearing his voice on your ear, whispering the pet name he used to call you. Your hand clenched around his cock and he rolled his eyes and moaned deeply, letting you enjoy pretending you had the power for a few seconds. Until you pressed his member against your entrance and he grabbed your hips and thrusted into you.

Your mouth widened on a silent moan. It was intense, and Ivar let you adjust to the size before starting moving, but once he started, he couldn't stop. He sat down to kiss you again, and you grabbed his shoulders and his arms when your legs were too weak to support you anymore.

"Ivar" you moaned against his neck "God, Ivar"

"I missed you so much" he muttered, and it sounded like he truly meant it.

You didn't really have time to think whether he meant it or not because the warm tingle on your lower belly was becoming too much. Your walls started clenching around him and his thrust became sloppy. He breathed heavily against your skin.

"I'm not going to last" he whispered again "You're too much"

You had missed this Ivar so much.

You came around him, moaning his name and digging your nails into his back, your body shaking around him and your face hidden into his neck. Ivar came right after you, and he quickly turned his head to fix his ocean eyes into yours, with his pouty and swollen lips parted just before kissing you again, making you sigh and smile, happy for the first time in months.

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quantumlocked310 · 3 years

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In the Bed of Love - Chapter 2

Moodboard by the incredible @flowers-in-your-hayr!!

It’s Chapter 2! This one switches POV to Hvitty’s favorite Gorgon.

Summary: Our intrepid Hero Hvitserk, burdened with glorious purpose to prove his godhood, takes the epic journey to slaughter the Gorgons, but stumbles in love along the way.

Warnings (so far): greek mythology inaccuracies, slow burn

Ratings + Word Count: [General - 1,765w]

Series Masterlist (contains extra notes about Greek words and some of the Gods mentioned) Now with more Gods!

Extra Relevant Note: Malakas means Asshole in Greek (according to Google Translate)

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The early dawn is quiet, with dew glistening off the statues in the garden, and you’re the first awake in the house. As usual you walk quietly to the dresser where you get the silk robe gifted to you from Dionysus. Enrobed you walk down to the kitchen where you take a small cup of wine and yesterday’s bread out to the garden for breakfast.

There are a few stumps scattered amongst the statues, and you sit on the one closest to one of your favorite statues. Malakas the goose, who thought himself brave one day as he bit the ankles of your sister, Sten. You and Marmor had collapsed together laughing at the swiftest of you being chased at length by the ornery goose. Sten had yelled and screamed at it, to no avail, before finally giving in and glaring it to stone, and proclaiming his name Malakas.

“Good morning, friend.” You greet the goose and pat it on the head, but notice there’s something different about him today. Inside its mouth is a piece of paper, slightly crumpled, with ink on it. You look at it puzzled, then look around the garden a little, but see no one. After dipping your bread in the wine and taking a bite, you put the cup on the stump and grab the paper. Only to immediately start coughing.

It’s a crude drawing of you standing in offense with your shield. Clearly, the artist has no skill, but it’s obvious the figure is yours both in size and you’re the only one of your sisters who can carry a shield as big as this one. You’re a little flattered, and a little suspicious. The gorgons train together every evening, but this paper wasn’t in the goose’s mouth yesterday.

After finishing the bread and wine, while staring at the drawing, a million thoughts run through your head. Foremost concern for your security, and who could be watching. The gorgons were fearsome creatures, and that attracted idiots who wished to prove themselves against a mighty foe. Hence the many armored statues around you. Then curiosity, and why this person would focus on you. Once your foes reached your gates, they usually focussed on the muscular strength of Marmor, or the svelt speed of Sten, not the chunky bulk of your body made for sturdy defence. It was useful in battle, being underestimated. But it was never an advantage for love.

Sten didn’t care about copulation or partnership, and Marmor had a sometimes-something going on with Haphaestus. You loved your sisters, and you loved your life in the Oikos, but there were days when you wanted what Aphrodite and Eros talked about or what you saw at gatherings with Dionysus. Pleasures within and beyond your dreams were always just out of reach, because you were a gorgon, a monster. The risk of loving you was too great.

Why would anyone find you beautiful enough to put on paper?

The feelings well up inside you, and burst. You crumple the drawing in your fist, a few tears escaping your eyes, and immediately regret what you’ve done. Slowly you stand and smooth the paper back out, then go back inside to place it in the drawer of your bedside table.

You put on your clothes for the day, then put on a chestplate and greaves. It’s decided, you will check the perimeter and see if you can find whoever is spying on the Oikos. On the way out you run into Sten who is weaving in the inner garden.

“I’m doing a perimeter check.”

“Would you like company?” Sten responds absentmindedly.

“I’ll be okay. Keep half an ear out in case another one of Philoctetes’ useless heroes is lurking about.”

“I dunno. The last one was cute. Maybe it’s time we had a mortal as a pet.”

You roll your eyes and counter, “I’ll be sure to mention that if I find one. I’m sure they would be willing to live under threat of getting chopped into tiny bits and fed to our snakes.”

Sten turns her head and raises an eyebrow, “You might be surprised.”

You scoff and turn to go, “I’m never surprised anymore.”

As you walk through the garden to the north side of the Oikos, you try to shake off this strange mood that the drawing has put you in. The edge of the cliff is your first stop, and you center yourself listening to the rushing waters of the Styx below. You see Charon in his ferry and raise a hand. As usual you get the most minute nod in return, and you make your way east along the forest border, taking light steps as Artemis taught you, and tuning into your snakes scenting the air.

Over halfway done, and you haven’t found anything of note. A few of the traps Sten maintains have caught small game, and you cut some of the excess string to tie them together and drape the catch over your shoulders before resetting the traps.

On the last leg of your check your snakes perk up. They sway further West and you follow, keeping your light hunting step, and making sure to draw your sword. You go further into the forest until you can no longer see the bright signal of the Oikos, and then you find it. There is a patch of disturbed leaves and earth where a small fire had been. The ashes are almost completely brushed away, and the leaves spread over to make it blend into the ground. If you did not have your snakes to guide you to the scent you would not have found it. Whoever had camped here knew how to cover their tracks.

Unfortunately, your snakes couldn’t help you track any further. They knew if something was prey, or different, but they didn’t have the skills of hunting dogs. Once you found the spot they had scented, they would not know where to track from there, and your meticulous circles around the ashes yielded no more results.

You huff to yourself and when you finally stop, your stomach gives a mighty growel and you observe the sky. You’ve missed the mid-day meal, and it was past time to start daily training. Marmor is going to be insufferable. In your haste to sate your hunger and get to training you neglect the last leg of the perimeter, much to the luck of the prowling Hvitserk who had no idea how close he came to being discovered.

When you reach the edge of the forest there’s a twang and a zing, and you twist behind the nearest tree, shield on your back, pressed against the bark. You watch the arrow dig into the wood of the tree in front of you.

“What the fuck, Sten?” You shout.

“You’re late!” Replies Marmor.

You groan to yourself then shrug the shield off your back and use its shiny metal to see where your sisters are. Slowly, you pull off your catch for dinner from around your neck, and get ready to throw them at your sisters. Raising your shield in front of your body to deflect Sten’s arrows, you launch the strung together animals over your barrier, then shove forward to put your whole weight behind your shield, in hopes that you will shock Marmor and throw her off her feet.

It works. Marmor’s annoyance has her getting thrown off briefly, and the training session really begins. You block and parry, attacking when you can, but mainly trying to cover your open spots when Sten shoots arrows toward you. You’re late, so they’re both going harder on only you.

But your head isn’t in it. The moves are harder to come into your mind than usual, your footwork not as instinctive as yesterday. An off day all because of some faceless enemy stalking in the trees. Who are you kidding, it could just be a traveller. But the way the ashes were buried has you nervous.

And the drawing. Marmor’s sword clangs against your shield just in time. How could you forget? Were they connected? Could you get away with telling your sisters about the perimeter check but not the drawing? You didn’t think so. Your gut is screaming that they’re connected.

But now your gut is screaming, because Marmor kicked you.

“Fuck you!”

“Focus up! What if an idiot hero comes here? You’re not going to win fighting them like this.”

“Oh. My. God. I know!” Your snakes start hissing as they pick up on your anger, and you keep hacking and slashing toward your sister, trying to disarm her even though you know it won’t get you anywhere.

All you want to do is stop and think for a few minutes. Plan your next moves. Figure out who is watching you and why. And why would they draw you? That’s the part that’s gnawing at you the most. There’s a weird fluttery feeling in your chest and you absolutely hate it.

You use your anger to back up your power. Attacking furiously where you would usually stay back and block. You’re reckless and Marmor gets in a few close calls with her sword. You’re trying to block a particularly vicious swing of the sword when you hear Sten call your name, the duck seems to happen in slow motion where you watch the arrow fly just past your brow, and feel the sting of a sword on your thigh. Marmor has pulled her sword down across the top of your shield and you hadn’t pulled your leg back in time.

“First blood!” Sten yells, and Marmor pulls up and stops, only looking a little apologetic.

The wound is just a scratch for you. It stings, and will heal in a few days, but first blood stops the fight.

You rest the edge of your shield on the ground and lean on it just slightly, staring at your sisters. “We have to talk. Inside. It’s not safe out here in sight of the woods.”

“You found something.” Sten remarks. You glare at her. If you’re being watched, you definitely don’t want to be heard.

“Then let’s go eat. You must be hungry, Y/N. You’ve been out all day.” Marmor says, her eyes narrowing and trying to covertly scan the treeline. She walks over and grabs the game you had thrown as a distraction earlier.

Together, you walk back to the Oikos. Quiet and a little sullen. Your sisters don’t like off days any more than you do, and they are anxious to hear what you’ve found.

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imaginesmai · 5 years

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

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

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

Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I’m fine, Hvitty. Really.

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

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

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

- You had it coming ac-

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

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

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

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

- Are you the owner of this place?

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

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

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

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

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

- Actually I-

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

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

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

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

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

- I swear that if you don’t-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Okay. -you said. -Do…Is Ubbe busy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You’re so good, darling.

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

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

- I know. -you whispered.

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

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

- What was the paint about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Do you know where it is?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Thanks, Ubbe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You can tell her to-

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

- It’s not like that, she’s special.

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

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

- Y-yeah?

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

- O-of course! -he laughed awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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