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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months
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Cuddling them out of nowhere
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Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.
Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.
Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.
Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.
Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.
Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?
Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.
Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.
Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.
Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.
Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.
Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.
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woahhhgwendolyn · 9 months
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Floki Asking You To Be His Would Include...
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-To be honest he would not want to be the one to ask you to be with him. Even though he is a very social man that knows a way with words he does not like the thought of being the one to first ask a woman these things.
-He would prefer you be the one to ask him instead of him doing that. He is also quite scared of being in a relationship because of what happened to Helga and his daughter.
-Because of what happened with his wife and daughter he is afraid of being in a relationship again. So, that is a possibility on why he does not want to ask you first.
-He actually likes you though. So, he often likes to talk to you and be with you as well.
-He enjoys being with you and learning new things about you as well. Often times he will sit with you during the feasts and talk with you all night until you both have to go to bed.
-After a while of both of you talking, he had tried to give you hints that he does want to be with you. Like he will often flirt with you and be just a little bit touchier with you as well.
-After a while of this you had started to notice these things that he was doing with you. And you had questioned him about it and he had made it make sense to you and told you that he wanted to be with you like that but was too afraid to ask.
-You yourself had started to feel some things for him so you had agreed to be with him.
-And after that day you and Floki had been together and both of you are as happy as you both could be.
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mrsarnasdelicious · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 24 (Belated)
Floki - Jealousy
Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list
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He hates the way Rollo puts his hand over your arm and leans in as he talk to you. He hates the admitting way you smile at Thorsten. He hates the way you tilt your head as you listen to Ragnar's stories.
You are not theirs. You are his. His alone.
He grabs you by the arm and drags you off. He takes you to a secret little place in Kattegat, seeing how the boatyard is too far out.
"Floki, what has gotten into you?" You demand. He scoffs, pulling you to him for a possessive kiss. You moan softly against his lips. He licks into your mouth right away. You whimper, meeting his tongue with your own. He grabs at your arse and your hips, rucking up your dress.
"Get my breeches." He hisses. It is an order.
You undo the laces of your breeches. "Good, now I will show you that you are mine." The Boatsmith hisses. He's evidently possessive and jealous. "You are the only one for me." You cooe. But you know your verbal assurance is not enough. Floki will have to stake his claim.
Not that you mind.
You ruck up your skirts. "Go ahead, claim me." You cooe.
Floki shoves you against the nearest wall and you pull down his breeches. You wrap your leg around his hip and line him up. Floki whines and shoves forward. "Gods." You moan. Floki humms in agreement. "Yes, my love, yes." He growls. He fits inside you perfectly. It is like the Gods made him for you and you for him. You are his and his alone. He is yours, all yours.
He kisses you fiercely. You taste the possessiveness on his tongue as he licks into your mouth.
"You are mine." He growls. "I don't want anyone else to look at you. I want no one else to touch you. Only I." He sneers as he thrusts into you, again and again. You gasp, baring your throat to him, surrendering to his greed. "I am yours, Floki, I am yours." You assure him in a gasping, airy tone.
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Floki fluff
You’re drunk and tried to kiss Floki.
Warnings: nothing but falling more in love with Floki ❤
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You were drinking with Floki.
„I really like you.“, you admitted.
You tried to kiss him but he gently pushed you away „I want you to be sober and really wanting this.“
„B-but I don’t know if I’m confident enough to kiss you when I’m sober.“, you mumbled against his shoulder.
He gave you a kiss on top of your head „Y/N you are so much more confident then you think.“
You felt warm and save in his arms and a few moments later you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up but something was strange. You tried to turn around but something or someone was holding you tight.
Flashbacks of last night rushed through your mind and you blushed. You were embarrassed because you just told Floki your feelings kind of and on the other hand Floki was so sweet and caring. He must have carried you to his house because you still lived with your family. But here it was just you and him.
„Floki?“, you whispered.
„Good morning Y/N.“, he answered.
You turned around to face him. Still in his arms you studied his face, to see what he feels or thinks. His eyes were warm and soft…and looking in your eyes. You tried not to blush. Your heart was beating faster and faster.
You didn’t know what to say so you leaned forward. One hand was on your back and one hand was on your cheek.
Then your lips found his. His grip on your back was getting stronger and your kiss was getting more passionate. He bit your lip and your hand was running through his hair.
Suddendly he stopped and just looked at you.
„Did I do something wrong?“, you asked worried.
He shook his head smiling „I just enjoy looking at you.“
You smiled back „And I like looking at you.“ and kissed him again.
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thyshadowwriter · 9 months
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Hi! I love your Viking headcanons, but I don’t see anything for Floki! Can you do what Floki would be like with a younger female S/O, how they met and what the relationship is like, how he treats her etc?
A/n: You know, I’ve been wondering why the lack of Floki myself too.
Also, I’m doing this as he never left after avenging Ragnar 🙂
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Floki is not going out of his way to have another relationship, he’s in fact actively avoiding it, so she’s making all the push.
They’ll meet through the religious practices. Floki is a devout man, so a woman that has a deep belief in the gods and is comprehensive will call his attention.
Even though, he’ll not make a move. He’s already old and too heartbroken to deal with the dating game. Even if she catches his attention, he isn’t doing a thing about it.
She’ll have to be constant and ready to face his standoffish behavior for quite a good time before he shows any signs he’s returning her affections.
It will be something subtle. A simple conversation or maybe just a look, but from there on her presence will be more welcomed.
As it progresses, he’ll be more open to talk with her, share a story from his past, talk about the Gods walk around with her, let her see him work or just share a silent peaceful moment.
When it reaches that moment, Floki will expect her presence and even hope for it.
Even so, she’ll have to make the first move.
He’ll question why she wants to be with him. He never knew why Helga loved him so much, nor did he feel worthy of it. But at least they were both young, which is definitely not his case now.
The best option to convince him is to simply be truthful about her feelings. It’s likely he’ll need some time before making a decision, but by the time that conversation happens, he’s more accepting of a new relationship.
He comes with baggage, a lot of it. Betrayals, jealousy, defeat, tragedy, pretty much all of it, so she’ll have to have patience to get through his very thick walls.
He also comes with an unofficially adopted son with anger management issues, so she has to know how to work with that.
Floki doesn’t want any more children. He never put his foot down with Helga, letting her have her way and look how that played out for him. His new lover needs to be ok with him not wanting children, either his own or adopted. There’s not a single thought that terrifies him more than that and he would rather not.
She has to be ok with a more secluded life. Floki was always a bit of a hermit and that became much more evident in his late years. Even with all the chaos among the Ragnarssons and the war with Christians, he manages to lead a life quite separated from it.
If she’s alright with all his conditions, Floki will welcome her in his life, if not he’ll break it off before it starts because to him, she’ll come to her senses and find a more suitable man.
Floki was never a ladies man, so she won't have to worry about him straying like his bestie Ragnar.
Love for him will be a slow thing. It will be built day by day, but it will be solid.
He never believed he would have love in his life before Helga and believed it even less after her. Part of him is wary that this is another cruel play on him.
Either way, Floki will be loving and caring. He’s a romantic at heart and as such, fully enjoys spending quality time with her and little gestures of affection.
She’ll never feel unsafe after settling down with him. Not only is he a talented carpenter, he’s also a capable fighter, even in his old years. Few would dare facing him either because they’re afraid of his brutality or because they respect him as the legendary boatbuilder.
His unrivaled talent as a boatbuilder provides him a rather comfortable life and he has no problem providing for her. She’ll live comfortably and have nice things.
Given the age difference, it’s likely there will be times she’ll need guidance and support to face life dilemmas. Floki was never known to be reasonable, or sane, but he lived enough to know better and he can read people like no other, so he’ll be happy to guide her and support her through adversities.
Floki is in another stage of his life. He’s not as brash or as radical as he first was. He’s much more understanding and calm, so a life with him would be quite peaceful.
All in all, it’s a solid relationship and one she would feel secure in, appreciated and loved.
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timetraveling!vikings + modern tv/movies
Summary: how timetraveling!vikings characters would react to modern tv/movies
Notes: took a while for me to write this, but i still hope everyone enjoys :)
Taglist: @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @alicedopey, @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy (hmu to be added!!)
based on this request | Masterlist | requests are OPEN!
Ragnar
Ragnar loves TV
ESPECIALLY reality tv
Lives for the drama
Heartbroken when you tell him it’s scripted
Never recovers
Big on Euphoria (is team Maddy, obviously)
Lagertha
Freaked out at the TV
She’d rather experience all that stuff herself
Does like watching a movie sometimes, but it can’t be too sci-fi
Beats up filmbros if they come at Pride and Prejudice
Aslaug
She loves true crime
Sits down with a glass of wine she can periodically sip
Shakes her head at narrators that are boring
If you say true crime is lame, you’re banned from eating from her charcuterie board
Yes she makes them herself, yes they are perfect
Bjorn
Freaked out by the TV
Once he calms down he starts to like the mcu (derogatory)
‘there’s just too much wokeness’
Stfu Bjorn
Ubbe
Adores sitcoms
Especially modern family and derry girls
There’s just something about them
It’s totally not the non-toxic chaotic family vibes
Tunes in for them on weekends
Hvitserk
He really likes the Mandalorian and the Witcher
It’s totally not the gruff warrior unexpectedly adopting a young child
(please someone write this fic with Hvitserk)
He demands a baby yoda plushie
Cries whenever adoptee gets separated from dad
Totally does not live on the found family tag on ao3 (ofc he reads fanfic he’s not uncivilized)
Sigurd
One word: FLEABAG
Religiously (haha) watches this show
Phoebe Waller-Bridge is a god amongst men
HAIR. IS. EVERYTHING.
Also cries for three hours after watching everything, everywhere, all at once (same, and also, this movie is so good)
Ivar
HE IS NOT AFRAID OF HORROR MOVIES, GOT IT???
HE’S A MAN AND A VIKING
Screams at jumpscares, throws the snacks in shock
Loves the BCU (what is that you may ask? The Barbie Cinematic Universe, obviously)
Deeply relates to Raquelle in Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse
Don’t tell him you know he watches it or you won’t wake up tomorrow
Helga
Watches baking shows with Hvitserk
They have a whole ritual around it, and they never EVER miss it
Not even when there’s major events going down
Power outage? You bet Hvitserk has a fully charged powerbank to livestream the show with his mobile data
Helga bakes the treats from the prior week and eats them while watching
Floki
Watches the weird conspiracy shows that run at like 11pm
Fully believes them
Get him away from the TV
Like literally. He already is a flat earther, you don’t need to add to that
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 3
Summary:  you visit Floki for guidance, and to learn of your past
Pairings:  Floki X Reader
Rating:  mature
Warnings:  language, casual talks about sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  2.3K
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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​
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“Floki!” Floki looks up from his tree, seeing you walking in the distance.  His eyes squint at you before he shoos you away. “Floki!”
“Bah! Be gone with you! You being here only means one thing,” you giggle at his feigned grumpy old man act. Floki actually loves it when you come to visit.
Ragnar was tasked with training you in the ways of a Viking. Floki was in charge of your spiritual journey. Because of that your relationship became closer, more open.  You allowed yourself to be honest and vulnerable with Floki, and he always helped you on your path to become the woman you were.
“Floki!”
“Away!” He grunts, but stands in front of you with his cheeky grin. “Why have you come today? Men trouble?  Hehe,” he does his little giggle returning to create planks for a boat.
“No.”
“No,” he fakes an overly girly voice, continuing to laugh at you. “What guidance can I offer you today, Aesir?”
“Nothing. I just came to be in your presence. The sound of the water and your trees calm me.”
“Calm you,” Floki looks up at you, furrowing his brow in disbelief. “You’re never calm. You’re just like thunder. Loud and prone to outbursts.”
You grow quiet. Not much has been said to you about why Floki and Ragnar were sure that you were a gift to them by Thor himself. Letting them raise his daughter in the right ways.
Floki stops his motions, following your eyesight, before looking back at you, “You are troubled. Take it to the gods. After winter, we’ll go to Uppsala.”
“I don’t want to wait. I’d rather like to enjoy my time there,” Floki chuckles at you again, and you sling your head over to look at him. “What?”
“And just who are you enjoying your time with, hmm?”
You want to change the course of conversation. Tired of having these constant conversations of your life and your future. “Tell me the story of the day you found me.”
“Is that the story you really want to hear? Or would you prefer how I knew you were for us?” You stare down at the water below, kicking at the dirt, before heading into his house. “Ah, silence means I have you curious. It was a grand design of how you came to be reborn as Aesir.”
“A name that has cursed me.”
“And why is that? What is the Aesir?”
“Our high gods; Odin, Frigg, Thor, Baldr, and Hoar. I’ve learned all that. I was told that Ragnar was boastful in my name. Was my old one not good enough,” Floki shakes his head no, sitting himself on the bed. “Why?”
“You are of Thor.”
“Why? Why must you go around and say I am of Thor’s blood? I am nothing but a human, such as yourself.”
“You are a Viking, my dear. The days before we left for our raid, I was plagued with dreams from the gods. Odin told of how this would be a hard journey, but would be met with treasures beyond belief. And here you are.”
“Floki!” You whine, throwing yourself on a pile of furs. Everything always becomes more dramatic with Floki, because it drives him crazy. “You do not think of me as a treasure.”
“No, I don’t. You are a thorn in my side. Now, go,” you sit there silently, knowing that Floki would eventually offer more. You weren’t sure why the secrecy of their certainty of your lineage, but you needed to know. “Fine. I did dream of the gods. And the runes told us of Thor visiting this raid.”
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Ragnar calls for the ship to be covered. Rain pelts them from all sides, and Floki holds tight to the mast. Saying his silent prayer while he looks out at the storm. Lightning bolt after lightning bolt lights up the night sky, and one too close to the ship.
Floki loosens his grip on the mast, and walks towards the front of the boat, “Ragnar, the gods have not cursed us. That is Thor! He is guiding us to the treasure, look!”
Another bolt of lightning hits, and Floki screams, his finger pointing into the distance.  Ragnar comes behind him, and Floki laughs still pointing, until he sees Rollo’s disappointed look.  “Look, Ragnar.  Land.  Thor’s hammer is beating his anvil, and showing us where we will be, but look.  Pay attention, it will only happen once more.  Oh mighty Thor,” a bluish bolt lights up the sky followed by a hellish thunder, and then another lightning hits a large tree on the land.
“There, I told you.  His greatest weapon will be there.  He’s showing us.  Giving us his blessing, Ragnar.”
“What do you suppose the weapon is?  Something for me to use?”
“No.  No,” Floki giggles as the sky and Thor’s hammer puts on a show.  So much lightning that it looks nearly daylight, “A gift that we will have to mold.  His child, hehe.  He showed me the child in my dreams.  Even The Seer agrees, Ragnar.  We’re having a child.”
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Rollo brings the final load of their hoard, and chuckles at Floki, “I thought Thor had a gift for you and Ragnar,” he argues with the man, but Floki’s eyes look all around the broken tree.
“He does.  Have faith.”
“Like Thor would gift you a child.  Imagine that.”
“Shh,” Floki holds up a finger, spotting the top of your head.  A tiny crown with sharp angles on it, giving it the appearance of lightning.  “You’ll frighten her away,” Rollo looks right to the ground below the tree, and sees you jump up in fear, while Floki gives chase.  “Nothing worth having is ever ever easy.”
He quickly gains on you, and you were much smaller than he had anticipated.  A girl as well, but he knows it’s best not to question the gods.  When he grabs hold of you, and he sees your face and tears in your eyes, he knows it to be true.  You are who Thor promised him.  You had a lot to learn about fighting and fear, but there was a strength burning through your veins, and then the tiny tiara, now covered by your hood.
Ragnar examines you just as close as the strange man, their eyes constantly on the jewelry on top of your head, and you wish you could take it off.  Following them to the boat when you get a nasty look from a bigger man than Ragnar.  His hazel eyes glaring at you as Floki and Ragnar help you in the boat.
“A child?  A child in nothing but skirts.  She won’t make it through the winters.  And you think this is what Thor left for you?” Rollo says picking up your hair, examining this.  “You should kill her.”
“No!” Your hand flings up, hitting him, and before Rollo can touch you again, Ragnar steps in front of you.
“The child is making the journey with us.  She may one day defeat you,” Rollo snorts, throwing a bag of treasures with the rest.  “That is your uncle Rollo, pay him no mind,” annoyed you sit down with your arms crossed, causing both Floki and Ragnar to laugh, “She’s a stubborn one.  Tell me child, did you live in the palace?”
“I’m not royal,” he takes the jewelry off your head examining it, and you try and reach for it, only for your hand to be smacked away, “Give it back, my father gave me that.”
“Of course he did.  Child, how do you know our language, hmm?” Crossing your arms again, you tilt your head up and away from Ragnar.  “Who taught you?”
“My father.”
“And tell me,” Ragnar scoots closer to you.  Grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him, “Does he look like me?  Braids, tall?”
“He’s a carpenter.  Was.”
Floki rubs his hands together, smiling large at Ragnar, “He used a hammer?”
“Of course he did.  And you slaughtered him.  You took everything from me,” the reality of the fact that you were now at these giants' mercy finally setting in, but you don’t want to give them the satisfaction of crying.
“Hold it in, Aesir,” Ragnar whispers to you.  “It’s a harsh world, and tears don't make it better.  We are not killing you.  You are not a slave.  You are our equal.  You will learn our ways, and you will be the greatest weapon that we have ever seen.”
“I am but a girl,” Floki laughs at you with that high pitched giggle.  “I am a nobody.”
“You are a goddess,” Floki tells you, ignoring the harsh look that Rollo gives you.  “Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
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“Rollo, help her,” Ragnar hands him an ax, while you stand there in your new clothes, waiting on whatever direction he should give you.  Your foot twists around in the dirt, as you stare sheepishly at Rollo, he wasn’t like Ragnar and Floki.  “Rollo.”
“Why should I teach a slave girl our ways.”
“She is no slave.  Do you see her being forced to do my bidding?  She is Aesir, and she needs to learn different techniques.  She is fast, and a good student.  Go on,” Rollo shakes his head no, shoving the ax back in Ragnar’s hand.  “One day she’ll be fighting beside you.  It might help her to learn your techniques.  She could be better at defending you.”
“She isn't one of us.  You have fallen for one of Floki’s schemes.”
“And when she grows up, and is beautiful and strong, will you feel the same way?  She is a fast learner.  If she was not one of us, how could she pick up on this so quickly?  Help her.”
“No.  You are on your own, Ragnar.”
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“Rollo never taught you anything, did he, Aesir?” Floki asks, finishing his story.  He takes a bit of dried meat, offering some to you.  “Why do you avoid Rollo?”
“I don’t like him.”
“Hmm, so what are you going to do about your little problem?”  You throw your dried meat at him, standing to leave, “Sit down, Aesir.  You didn’t come here to learn about your new life. You came here to talk about your boys.  I have known you long enough to know that you need advice.  Talk.”
Your eyes pan over to the fire, but offer no words.  Floki using that voice meant it was best to not argue with him.  “Can I tell you what I think?”
“What is that?” Your words hiss out of your mouth, finally looking at him.  Floki was exceptional at reading you now.  No matter what you said, he knew what you actually meant.
“I think that Bucky being a whore hurt you.  You have heard us talk of your future.  Bucky has always been in it.  While he was off with other women, you went after his best friend to cause a scene.  When you didn’t get it, you and Steve quit your fuckery.”
“You know nothing.”
“Oh, I don’t?  Had you and Bucky not been in the open the other day, would you have had sex with him?”  Shrugging your shoulders, you stand, picking up the few things that lay strewn about his Floki’s home.  “And then there’s Ari.  Every bit of a mystery to you, but a perfect specimen of a Viking.  Tall, broad, muscles, and you can see yourself getting lost in his embrace.  He’s new, and interested.  But so is Bucky.”
“Bucky enjoys whores.  Not a woman that could kill him,” Floki laughs at you, and you look around his home. People were talking as if you had a choice, while still giving you no choices.  “So what if Bucky enjoying the company of another woman’s warmth hurt me?  Me and Steve didn’t deter him, either.  Why should I allow him to be with every woman, while I wait just on him?”
“Exactly.  Why should you?  So be with Ari?” The idea seemed easy.  But you know deep down that you could never let Bucky go.  He was meant to be yours, and now you would never know.  “Or, why not both?”
“Floki!” You screech, and he laughs.  His body awkwardly throwing back on the bed in a fit of giggles.  “That is preposterous.”
“And you didn’t say no.  Do you think the daughter of Thor could be faithful to one and not the other?  You choose one, but you will always seek comfort from the other one.  You know you would, Aesir.  You can’t be tamed by one man.  Two possibly.  While in Uppsala, partake in the mushrooms, and have fun with both your warriors without shame.  Of course, it might help if you had sex with them individually first.  There is nothing to be ashamed of the passions of the body. They are natural.  Take away those ten years that you were corrupted in thinking a woman should lay under one man.  Bare his children, and become his servant.  Let them serve you.  Have fun with them.  Decide on your own if you need both.”
“This is ridiculous.  I came here for guidance and…”
“Aesir,” Floki stands, and you remember what sets your new people off from the old.  They were giants amongst men.  Fierce and terrifying with their looks alone.  “You are spoiled, child.  Always have been.  You don’t do well with choices.  You want it all.”
“And I can’t choose both,” you tell him heading towards the door.  
“You should.  It’s becoming dark.  You won’t make it home.  You know what happens when you arrive late.  You’ll be forced to listen to Ragnar and Lagertha.  Bucky’s house is closer,” you sling your hand at him, letting him know he’s being silly.  “You know I’m telling the truth.  Stay here then, or stay with Bucky for the evening.  Who knows what will happen.”
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bouncehousedemons · 1 year
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Come Back to Me
Rating: E Pairing: Floki x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, fluff Word count: 1.4k
Summary: You've been admiring Floki the boat builder from afar for ages, unaware the feelings are reciprocal.
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jadelynlace · 3 months
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Learning to Walk Again⎮Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]
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Author's Note: This takes place somewhere between Chapter Six, and Chapter Seven, and as someone who is only a provider for patients pre-hospital, this defienetly pushed me out of my comfort zone. (And was likely why it took my so long to write again.)
Content Warnings: Medical settings, Ivar being reluctant.
Word Count: 2600+ words
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“Giving you love right now, Ivar, seems like a desperate act,”
It intoxicates him, lying in the cot; and having seen the abyss he’s falling towards up close, he still refuses. Floki sits on the other side of the room, painstakingly watching Ivar stare at the ceiling, at the world just beyond his window. He’s watching him waste away; pushing himself up on few occasions to readjust, but he refuses food. Refuses help. He just simply refuses.
“The only way I am leaving here, Ivar, is if you get up and escort me out,” Floki has told him, calmly. 
“Do you want my lunch?” Ivar asks dryly. Floki on shakes his head. “You’ve been here for days,” He tries.
“As have you,” Floki starts. “The only difference is, Helga has packed me food. You know how she gets,” 
“Go home to her,” Ivar grumbles.
“No,” Floki replies, and it’s firm. Reasonable. Steady—what Ivar needs right now. His eyes are still closed as he speaks, head resting back against the wall. Floki never sleeps, Ivar is sure of that. He only rests. 
“I don’t want to break up your marriage because of this. I’ve already lost Y/N,”
“You fight for what you want,” Floki simply says. “And, if you would look at any other place than outside your window, you bastard, you’d notice, she’s been in the hall,” Ivar turns his head quickly at that. But he knows, Floki never lies. 
You’re there, propped up in one of the most uncomfortable chairs you’ve ever sat in, your sweatshirt bunched into a makeshift pillow as you scroll on your phone. You’re still in your uniform, and you’ll probably stay in it until your next shift. There’s a single water bottle on the ground, and as Ivar watches you, a nurse stops at your side. She offers you something to eat and you accept it. Because she knows you’ve been here for days, too.
“Thank you, Thora,” You say softly and your throat is dry. Dry from misuse, dry from crying. Dry.
“You’re alone today,” She remarks, and takes the set next to you. Your eyes watch her, trailing from your phone to her face before dancing down to her ID badge, clipped to her scrubs by a cartoon pizza slice, complete with a smile. 
“Yeah, his brother wanted to get some sleep in a place that won’t cause him irreversible spine damage,” You hum, watching Thora split her sandwich into two pieces.
“You might want to try that too,” Thora says softly, handing you your half. “They seems really close,”
“They’re twins,” You state. “They were made that way,” You snort. “We uh, we worked his crash together,” You then tell her.
“Wow,” Thora answers. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like,”
“I couldn’t tell you, either, I haven’t—haven’t processed it yet,”
“You will in time,” She tells you. “If you don’t die from exhaustion, or spine damage first,” She teases you, and you snort.
“I didn’t get to be where I am without being determined,” You answer. “Chief didn’t raise no quitter,” And that phrase alone makes you smile. 
For a moment you wish he was here; everything makes sense with him around. Your drawing he handed you is still in your pocket, and every so often you find your fingers gravitating towards it. Like a toddler and their favorite blanket. It makes sense. Just like everything makes sense in the bay at the station. You can’t remember how many times you’ve sat on those floors, even prior to your career, just to find some piece of mind. That warmth of nostalgia from the cool touch to the concrete; and the smell—one you’ve never found anywhere else. How your home smells, only to you. A scent you could notice any moment, but it would only make sense in that one place. You’d wheel Ivar there in a heartbeat if you thought it would have the same affect on him.
“If he doesn’t start eating soon, we’ll have to place him on a feeding tube,” Thora suddenly admits. 
“I know,” You say. 
Ivar watches you converse, not able to know what you’re saying but with the expression on your face, he learns it’s nothing pleasant. You’re paler now than he remembers, there’s no color to your cheeks, you’re gaunt, you’re simple existing as he is. 
That’s the moment Ivar realizes it. If this kills him, it’s going to kill you, too. 
It’ll kill Floki.
It’ll kill Hvitserk.
It’ll kill Aiden.
It’ll kill his mother.
It’ll kill you. It’ll kill the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. 
Inhaling suddenly, a panic seeps into Ivar—as if something has grabbed him, holding him under water and his screams only bubble to the surface. Sitting up quickly he grips his bed sheets, the monitor to his side beeps rapidly to announce the anxiety and it draws Floki’s attention. It draws Thora’s attention, and with a bite of turkey in your mouth, you look up at the man, with panic etched into his features, he is staring back at you.
“Ivar?” Floki says, and even you notice that this is concerning to him. “Ivar? What’s going on?”
“I—,” And out of all the languages he can speak, none of them want to trickle off his tongue. Thora stands in anticipation and you only put your hand to slow her down.
“Leave him be,” You finally say after swallowing your bite. “Floki’s the best thing for him right now,”
“Not if he’s having a serious problem,” Thora answers, looking down at you.
“He’s not,” You reply. “I know that look,” You tell her.
“I can’t kill her,” Ivar finally says.
“Ivar…?” Floki starts.
“Y/N,” Ivar replies, as if the answer is as clear for Floki as it is for him. “I can’t kill Y/N,”
“You think this is killing her?” Floki asks. “Tell me more,” Ivar swallows thickly.
“She’s…she’s pale,” Ivar replies. Floki negates to turn to look at you, waiting for what more is to come. Ivar takes his hands to scrub the tears out of his eyes before speaking again:
“She’s in the same uniform,”
“She wears and identical uniform, Ivar. Every day,”
“No—no she washes it after work. Right after work—she’s through the door and…and it’s in the wash before anything else. I always—I always kiss her shoulder when she’s done and she said—she wants a tattoo there now because it’s so reparative. It drives me up the fucking wall too because sometimes…she just washes it alone, or I’ve done my laundry already and then she’s there, taking off her uniform,”
You watch Ivar. You watch him explain something to Floki with the intensity through his features, a passion to his words and you wonder what on earth he could be talking about.  
“The color is always brighter after the wash, and it’s always dim when she comes home from work. Like…like she’s so excited to go into the job she loves, and even though she’s drained when she comes home, she does it all again because that’s who she is,”
“Ivar,” Floki tries. 
“And it’s so dim right now, Floki—her uniform, her face, everything is so fucking dim because of me. And this is killing me, because I can hardly move and—and I keep trying to tell my legs to move but they’re ignoring me. And if this kills me, it’s going to kill her. Where will she find that color if I die, Floki?” Ivar finally cries.
Floki’s eyes water, inhaling deeply as he watches the little boy he remembers cry in front of him.
“Ivar,” Floki says. “Let’s stand up, and we’ll go from there,” 
And Ivar nods. Without even thinking about the sentence, he nods every so slightly that Floki almost misses it. 
Stunned for a moment, Floki swallows, mentally patting himself on the shoulder as he straightens. He puts a hand on Ivar’s shoulder, squeezing for a second before he abandons his bag on the chair and turns to the hallway. Opening the door and cleaning his throat he looks at both you, and Thora.
“Think you can help him stand, Y/N?” Floki asks. In all honesty, you’re quite positive you’re imagining it. “Y/N?” Floki asks again.
“Help him…help him stand?” You ask.
“Did I stutter?” Floki tries. You inhale, standing as Thora follows you. But before she can follow you into the room, Floki cuts off her path. 
“Give them a second,” He winks. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Floki asks her.
“Hi,” Ivar says to you softly.
“Hi, Ivar,” You say back to him as he finally looks up at you. “Oh, Ivar…” You trail off, taking the pad of your thumb to wipe the tear that spills. He melts into your hand at an instance, leaning against your palm as if you’re taking away every ounce of discomfort for him.
“I don’t want to kill you,” Ivar mumbles.
“What?” You ask.
“I don’t want to kill you too,” He repeats, as if it makes sense to you, like it does to him. 
“You won’t,” You try.
“If I don’t get better, I will,” He tells you and that’s when it hits you, too. 
“Then lets stand up, just you and me, yeah?” You try.
“Are you allowed to do that?” Ivar asks, stalling.
“I am a medical professional,” You say. “And they can sue me if they think otherwise. I’ll move the blanket, you don’t have to look, alright?” You tell him and Ivar nods. 
It aches Ivar as he feels you pull the sheet from his leg, relishing in the fact that he can feel it; he can feel the cold air against his skin, but he won’t look. You eyes scan his legs, still wrapped in dressings, less stitches than you remember and you gently place you hand on his thigh.
“You feel that?” You ask and Ivar nods. Your mind takes over, as if he is a patient in your care and you asses is pedal pulse, two fingers on the top of his foot and it’s strong. “Can you feel that?” You whisper and Ivar nods, still looking directly at you. Only at you. You take your knuckle against the ball of his foot, tracing from heel to toe lightly, and back down again. “How about that?” And he nods, a glimmer of a smirk to his lips at how it tickles him. “Can you move your toes for me?” You then ask him, and Ivar does—eyes still not leaving yours. He watches how your eyes water, and you recall asking him similar questions in the heat of the crash’s aftermath and how he slurred a response. 
“Can you roll your ankles at all?” You whisper. And you watch them rotate, just as you ask. You take you thumb to his nail bed, pressing against his toe to watch the capillary refill in almost perfect time. And the whole time, Ivar’s eye never leave your face. “Alright,” You squeak. “I’ll help you swing them slowly,”
“Wait,” Ivar says suddenly. “Come here,” And you obey. His hands stretch towards you, taking up your cheeks as he brushes the hair from your face, and wiping under your eyes. He pulls you in then, his lips just brushing yours and you can’t help the small cry that escapes, that’s caught between the two of you before it’s swallowed with the kiss.
“I love you,” Ivar whispers.
“I love you, too,”
“Now I’m ready,” Ivar tells you.
Your hands are nearly hot coals against his legs, as you try to be as gentle as possible with your heart rate nearly pounding in your ears. You have half a mind to stop, to pull out your phone so you can record it but you don’t want to ruin the moment. 
“Fuck, that tile is a lot colder than I thought it would be,” Ivar grumbles and it makes you laugh. “If I fall, you know you’re going to fall with me, right?”
“Gee, Ivar, I hadn’t really thought of that,” You say sarcastically and there’s a glare from his face that you don’t realize how much you have missed until that moment.
With his feet on the floor you repeat the same movements, assess, feeling, having him move his toes and his ankles and all the while Ivar won’t look at his legs. Adjusting his hospital gown, you position his hand to grip the railing, and you put your shoulder under his opposite arm. 
“Ready?” You ask.
“Not really,” Ivar admits. 
“If you think you’re going to fall, just sit back down, alright?” 
“You ever done this before?” Ivar asks, stalling.
“Only at least once a day while I’m on duty,” You answer. 
“I don’t know if I can—”
“Ivar, not today,” You state. “We’re not doing this today, we’re not doubting ourselves,” And Ivar inhales. “On three, yeah?”
“Baby—”
“Ivar,” You say sternly, catching his eyes. “You can do this. You can stand up. It’ll get you that much closer to coming home,” 
“Alright,” Ivar peeps.
“One, two…two and a half…three,” You finally say. And as you hold your breath your barrel your feet down against the ground, taking Ivar’s weight as you help to lift him. You watch the muscles in his arm tense, the veins popping into view as he pushes himself to be flat on his feet. And for a moment, time freezes, and Ivar stands. 
He stands.
“Fuck,” Ivar hisses. “It’s worse than pins and needles,” He groans. 
“Lean some of your weight on me,” You tell him. And he does. “Alright, good, now shift some back against the bed,” You then say. As Ivar follows your command you take your free arm and you reach for the walker that’s collecting dust by his bed. 
“We’re going to switch, and you’re going to push your weight through your hands against the walker, alright?”
“No—I’ll fall,” Ivar tries.
“On three, yeah?”
“Y/N,” Ivar tells you but you know better this time than to let him pull himself out of the moment. You move the device in front of him and he follows suit without argument, grunting slightly as he moves his hand from the rail to the handle. Slowly you help him bring the other hand down, catching his weight before he’s standing on his own, hands gripping the bars for dear life. 
And you laugh—in sheer shock you look at Ivar standing before you.
“Ivar!” You exclaim. “You’re standing, you’re—you’re fucking standing!”
Ivar has a look of discomfort across his face, mixing with the anguish and what feels like slight embarrassment while you reward him for what he thinks is the most basic fucking thing.
“Where do you hurt?” You ask quickly, searching his face.
“Do you want to guess?” Ivar snaps at you. His breathing rate increases as he feels his palms get sweaty and he worries he’s going to lose his balance.
“I’m right here, Ivar,” You tell him. 
“I’m standing,” He finally croaks. “I’m actually—standing,” And there’s a smile on his face. 
You move yourself to his vision, reaching through your toes to kiss his chin and you smile back at him. 
“I told you,” You whisper to him, and Ivar sees that color come back to your face.
“Where’s Floki?” Ivar asks.
“Did you really think I would go that far, eh?” Floki sings from the hallway. 
“Floki—I’m standing,” Ivar says in disbelief. “You have to call Hvitserk,” He adds.
“My phone is a bit busy right now,” Floki hums, and you notice then, where his bag sits abandoned in his chair, his phone sits just outside of it, propped up, and recording. 
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vikingstoriesblog · 3 months
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Vikings writing
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Ivar the boneless
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Bjorn Ironside
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Halfdan Black
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teacupcollector · 2 years
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Well-Being V. Belief (Bjorn Ironside x Reader)
Warning: Abuse of many forms and Self-Harm
A/N: Everyone is over the age of 18
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: I don’t know if I will make this a series, I made this for comfort of myself so I apologize if this upsets anyone.
 I am not in this situation anymore 
If you or anyone you know is experiencing something like this remember it is not weak to ask for help Abuse Hotline:  800-799-7233 Suicide Hotline: 988 Summary:  Reaching out for help is not a bad thing and Bjorn is trying to help you understand that, but when rumors seep into the dark corners of his mind he says things he regrets, and now he only hopes it is not to late.
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Another victory has fallen over Kattegat as both warriors and shield maidens alike depart from their boats. Many people rejoice at the reunion of their loved ones. Some who are not as fortunate cry out at their loss of lovers, friends, mothers, and fathers. You were hoping you were the “unfortunate” one, but you are disappointed when you see your father walking down the dock and toward you. Your eyes cast down as a feeling of dread enters your body. The next thing you know you feel two firm hands on your sides and you let out a shriek. You turn your head to the left to see a laughing blond.
“Bjorn!” You exclaim before glancing in your fathers direction only for him to stalk away.
“I was disappointed that I didn’t meet your eyes once we were ashore. I had to get your attention some how!” He says with a smile.
“My name would have been just fine Ironside.” Bjorn only chuckles.
“Has the God Bragi taken ahold of you and deem you a poet? You just rhymed” You roll your eyes if annoyance.
“What was your raid like?” You ask trying to change this idiotic subject.
Bjorn turns to face the direction of the mead hall and wraps an arm around your shoulder while turning you as well.
“Let me tell you! It was fantasti-” You cut him off by removing yourself from under his arm. 
“You smell and need a ba-” Suddenly you are picked up bridal style. 
“A bath you say!” He exclaims as he starts a light jog toward the beach.
“Bjorn! Don’t you dare! I hate it when  you do thi-”  The splash of water on your bottom is quickly turned into your entire body as Bjorn goes to about knee deep and plops down.
You let out another shriek as the cold waters of the fjord seep into your bones. You look up to see Bjorn belly laughing as he holds you close to him.
“This will never get old.” He says with a smile as you both sit.
He begins to let go but you quickly grip on to him, hoping that he assumes it is under the guise of not wanting to seep deeper into the water.
“Can we... Can we stay like this for a moment longer?” You ask tucking your head into his shoulder.
“Of course...” He says with a slight smile before moving the arm that was under your legs to around your waist tugging you impossibly close to him always keeping his hands in the most respectful places.
You and Bjorn had many moments like this. You hope that it doesn’t make him uncomfortable in any way because these moments were the only times you really felt truly safe.
After a minute or so Bjorn speaks up. “Do I still smell?” 
“Hold on...” You say before pressing your nose to the side of his face. You take in a deep sniff near his ear which makes him duck out of the way to avoid the sound.  “Yeah you still smell like a gutted fish!”
“A gutted fish! That’s a new one.” He says with a laugh as he plops you in the water. 
“Hey!” You shout as you feel the pebbles of the fjord dig into your bottom.
You stands up quickly and flick his forehead.
“Hey!” He says rubbing his forehead as he stands up. “Why must you be so mean to me all the time?” He asks with a pout.
“Don’t be a baby. Now we need to get into dry clothes before freeze to death.” You say as you pick up your skirt and sludging your way out of the water.
Bjorn follows behind toward your house. “You don’t have to walk me home...” You say.
“I know but I want to.” He says and you sigh. “I will meet you in the hall Bjorn.” You say sternly and you see his face drop slightly.
He nods his head. “Yes of course. I’ll see you there.” He then turns toward the direction of his lodging and walks away.
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The feast in the mead hall was as great as all the others. Meats of all sorts, along with veggies of all kinds that were available. Everyone was singing and dancing as the King Ragnar Lothbrok and his family sit taller then all else. As of right now you are sitting by the fire trying your best to keep your head down in hope to not be noticed by your father, but that was short lived. You feel him sit next to you and wrap an arm around you. He seems to be saying something but all you can do is focus on not making any noise as to not cause any disturbance to the feast in front of you. You feel his arm move away from your shoulders as he turns to speak to someone. You feel his hand begin to grip your thigh. You go to stand up and move away but his grip is strong and keeps you in place.
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Bjorn looks on into the crowd hoping to see your eyes searching for him as well. The sight that he sees however upsets him. Your head is down and you are shaking, he looks into your lap to see the man beside you having his hand on your thigh. He looks to your clasped hands to see that your knuckles are turning white. By your body language he can tell that you are not a willing participant.
He is about to approach when a hand lands itself on his shoulder. He looks to the right of him to see his uncle Rollo. Rollo’s eyes follow the last place Bjorn was looking to.
“Her relationship with her father is normal at this point. They can’t seem to take their hands off each other.” Rollo says.
“Can you not see that she is not a willing participant? She needs help.” He says about to walk over only for the grip on his shoulder to stop him from moving further. 
“It is normal Bjorn. You hear the rumors around those two, you shouldn’t delude yourself in her presence no matter how much you like her.” 
Bjorn uses his right hand to grip his uncles shirt and press him against one of the wooden posts.
“You will not speak to her in such ways!” He hisses pressing his full arm into Rollos chest.
“I am just trying to avoid you from getting hurt Bjorn...” He says as he shoves Bjorns arm away. “I am looking out for you.” He says as we walks away.
Bjorn rolls his eyes. Yes he is aware of the rumors surrounding you but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to be your friend. He walks over to the table you sit at to which he meets your fathers eye. You father removes himself from you and turns back to his conversation.
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You look up to see Bjorn and let out a sigh of relief as the hand on your thigh leaves you. You stand up to face Bjorn with a strained smile.
“Let us leave.” Bjorn says as he places a ginger hand on your back, in between your shoulder blades. 
You allow him to guide you out as you feel many pairs of eyes on you.
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You and Bjorn walk throughout Kattegat until you are at the docks.
“Are you okay?” Bjorn asks turning you toward him. 
You only nod and you hear him sigh and open his arms. You enter his embrace and hide your face in his chest. You feel his head rest against yours as he tightens his hold on you. You had expressed to him before that compression aids you in lessoning your panic.
“You know you can talk to me about anything right?” He asks.
You nod but stay silent.
You feel Bjorn inhale as if he wants to say something but stays quiet.
“I’m sorry if I am a burden to you Bjorn. I bet you would much rather be in the hall enjoying food and drink.” 
Bjorn lets go of you and take your head in his hands to which you flinch for a moment. Bjorn’s eyes fill with sorrow but continues his actions in saying. 
“You have never been a burden to me. I enjoy your company more then anything else.” He says looking into your eyes.
You give a small smile and nod in thanks. You feel his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks as he begins to lean in. You pull away from him however. This causes Bjorn to frown, but he lets go of you for your own comfort.
“I must be getting home...” You say looking down.
“Of course would you like m-” “No thank you...” You say as you look up at him.
You quickly jog off the dock towards your home.
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Bjorn is filled with sadness and confusion as he sees you run away. He turns to the water front and lean against one of the posts. He was sure you felt the same. He curses to himself as he looks into the starry sky. He decides to go see the ‘Seer’ to maybe get some clarity.
He approaches the Seers hut and walks inside.
“Son of Ragnar... Why are you here?” He asks
Bjorn sits down. “I have something to ask...” “I know, but your question has yet to leave your mouth. Hurry up boy!” The Seer snaps.
“Um... Does... Does Y/N love me? Are our feelings mutual?” He asks and the Seer pauses.
“Love is all around the both of you.” “So it is mutual?” He asks excited.
“Possibly... Something stands in the way... Pray to Freyja... She will help bring clarity... Now leave. It is late.” The Seer snaps as he holds his palm out.
Bjorn takes his hand and runs his tongue along his palm before standing up to leave.
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The next day Bjorn decides to visit you in your home. You came to him in a dream which must have been Freyja answering his question. He approaches your home with much excitement, but pauses at the window. The sight he sees makes him scowl. Why would Freyja send him such a dream only to be confronted with this. He decides to wait outside and allow you to have your moments.
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You sniffle as you remove yourself from the bed and adjust your clothing. You decide to get started with your daily chores and step out of the house with a pale to collect water.
“So the rumors are true...” You hear the sound of Bjorn’s voice to the right of you.
“W-What?” You ask shakily.
“You play with my feelings all the time yet you decide to whore yourself with your own father.” You drop your pale.
“Y-You don’t know what you speak of!” You say as you march up to him. 
You grab his hands in yours digging your nails into his hands to keep him still.
“You do-” 
“I saw you allow him to kiss along your neck as his hands lay on your breasts!” Bjorn exclaims causing eyes to look in your direction.
“Bjorn please... You must understand!” You say desperately but he rips his hands out of your grasp.
“I should have listened to my Uncle. Your relationship is strange but you clearly seem to enjoy it! You like that h-” You cut him off with a slap before reach to his belt and snatching his knife and point it at him. He raises his hands in surrender as his eyes widen.
“Don’t speak of things you don’t know!” You shout as you back away a few steps before turning to run.
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Bjorn is again filled with hurt and sadness. He can’t decide if his eyes were deceiving him. He was confused, why would he say words like that to you? Yes he was upset about the lack of mutual affection, and yes he had heard the rumors but has always waited for you to say something. Was he wrong? Did you truly not enjoy it? Did he just allow you to be violated like that? He was right outside where he could have helped you, but instead he sat as a bystander like everyone else casting judgment on a situation he knew nothing about. He wanted to burst into your house and gut your father from groin to armpit. He decides against it and goes to his father for advice.
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As he walks into the hall he sees his father behind the leather curtain in the very back holding one of his children.
“Father?” He asks and Ragnar turns to him and smiles. “Come in my son.” He says as he opens the curtain for him.
“Why the sad face?” He asks with a smirk.
“Its about Y/N...” “I thought so. Tell me son.”
“I think I did something terrible...” Ragnar’s face drops for a moment. He turns to the Thralls and motions for them to take his children. “Take them for a walk.” He mumbles to them before guiding his son toward one of the chairs inside his bedroom.
“Son what did you do?” He asks concerned.
“I allowed her to be assaulted... I stood by and waited for it to be over. I heard her cry, but I was under the impression she enjoyed it...” Bjorn’s eyes begin to fill with tears.
Ragnars face morphs into one of anger, but stays silent.
“I allowed other peoples opinions of her enter my head. I called her a whore. I told her she enjoyed it. The reaction she gave showed the opposite. I feel terrible. I-” Ragnar cuts him off with a quick smack to the side of his head.
“You are truly an ignorant boy!” He growls. “Letting jealousy and belief come first over someone’s well-being is selfish!” He exclaims which causes Bjorn to finally let his tears fall.
“What happened afterwards!” Ragnar demands. 
“She slapped me before grabbing my knife and running away.” Ragnar runs his hand fall over his face.
“She is very unstable right now. You must find her before she does something you both may regret.” 
“But her fathe-” “I will deal with him now you must find her quickly.” Bjorn nods before standing up and rushing out of the hall to find you.
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You had been running for a long while. Your shoes have been torn off a mile or so ago. Your feet are bleeding and sore. Your hand is cramping from clutching onto the handle of Bjorn’s knife so long. Finally you see a clearing and slow down to a full stop. The sunlight shines through the canopy as dots of gold hit the floor. You decide to sit in the center of it. You look down at the knife in your hand and twist it in your palm. You take a deep breath as you place the blade against the inside of your left wrist.
“Odin... Odin I hope you can hear me. I wish to give my life to you, Though I may not ever enter Valhalla, I hope you take my death as a worthy sacrifice... And I hope that one day B-Bjorn forgives me... I know I am at fault for all of this... I-”
“it isn’t your fault!” You hear a voice shout. 
You turn around to see Bjorn entering the clearing.
“It isn’t your fau-” “It is!” You cut him off. “I-I allowed it to happen!”
“You didn’t! A father should never do that to their children. Yo-” 
“But you agree with everyone else! You believe the rumors!” You cry as tears fall down your cheeks.
“I do-” 
“You called me a whore! Like I had a choice for what I was going through!” You sob. “I didn’t... I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t!” You lament as you press the knife into your wrist.
“DON’T!” Bjorn shouts. “Don’t do it please! You can’t!” He says as he starts rushing toward you but you hold your wrist up to show him that you are serious.
“I am telling you not to do this! You wil-” “There is no justice for me!” You shout.
“No one will believe me! My father is a great warrior they wouldn’t waste it on me!
“Y-You agreed with them... The only person in the entirety of Midgard I felt safe with...” 
“My love please put the knife down!” Bjorn pleads.
“This knife is the only thing I have left of you! And it brings me comfort that you are here...” You say with a sniffle as you finally do what you intended.
“NO!” Bjorn immediately rushes to you as you decide to collapse to the ground. He takes off his shirt and begins to rip it into pieces. He wraps them around your wrists and holds pressure on them causing you to cry out.
“No, NO, keep those eyes open!” Bjorn shouts.
“I love you! You cannot leave me now!” He continues to beg.
Once he has them tightly faceted on your wrist he picks you up. 
“I am going to get you to Floki! Helga should be home. She will help!” He shouts hoping you can hear him. He quickly takes off in the direction of Floki’s home.
A/N: If anyone wants a part two I might make one. Like I said this was for comfort for myself, so I wrote until I felt like I couldn’t anymore.
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blakeswritingimagines · 7 months
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Who fell first and who fell harder
Ragnar: You fell first but he fell harder.
Athelstan: He fell first and harder.
Floki: You fell first and harder.
Lagertha: You fell first but she fell harder.
Aslaug: She fell first and harder.
Bjorn: You fell first but he fell harder.
Ubbe: He fell first but you fell harder.
Hvitserk: He fell first and harder.
Sigurd: He fell first but you fell harder.
Ivar: You fell first but he fell harder.
Halfdan: You fell first and harder.
Harald: He fell first and harder.
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Dating Floki Would Include...
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-You and Floki live a very secluded life. You both live in the woods next to a small lake. Sense you live a secluded life with each other you both feel free to do really anything.
-He is a very funny man that likes to keep smiles on people faces and he especially likes to keep smiles on your face. He loves to hear your laugh and see you smile.
-You both have a nice life everything included. He cares about you, and you care about him. it is a very caring relationship. he also loves you very much. to the point he will do anything for you.
-Since he is a great boat builder, he gets enough money to live a pretty comfortable life. He loves that he is able to take care of you with the money as well.
-He loves you with all of his heart and will do basically anything for you if you ask him too.
-He loves to give you things just because he likes to see you smile. He also loves your laugh and the way you look when you are laughing.
-He does want to have children with you. But he is really scared about having children because of what happened to his last wife and child. He does not want that to happen again.
-If you do have children with him, he will be very loving and do anything for the children.
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If you ask the Viking boys how their day was
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Ivar the God
Glad you are interested in him
Embellishes everything pompously, after all, he is a god and does divine things.
You are not quite sure if he is telling the truth when he said he killed a deer with a single dagger throw.
He tells how he caught a fish with his hands, but threw it back into the water because the fish had spoken to him.
Odin would have sent him a special message today, but he doesn't tell you what it is (yes, you know, don't you?).
Doesn't ask you once how your day was, because he's far from finished with his
Speaks with hands and feet…. Huh, I mean, facial expressions
Then ask you, what you think about it. I don't know, play dumb, be happy for him and tell him how great he is, it's better for you.
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Halfdan the Bored
He didn't know if you are serious about the question
After the third time of asking, he thinks about how to start.
He starts laughing and looks around as he comes closer to you
Starts from the beginning, how he was awake, what he has eaten and what he was thinking as he does it
When you look sideways, bored, he nudges you.
Tells everything exactly, no embellishment, because he found the day super interesting
In the end, you regret it because he only fished with Bjorn. But now you know that there will be pike for dinner. Super
He asks you how your day was. Yeah, you could have saved your sentences. Attention span like a mouse, but he's nice, and when you finish a sentence he gets it and says good. Thanks for that....
Hvitserk the Drunkenness
He smiles sheepishly at the question and first pours you a beer
Pours you beer when yours is empty and gets you snacks,
He asks you about your day without having told you about his.
Listens to you attentively and asks if he notices that you have experienced something special.
You are already a bit tipsy and you both laugh about trivial things. The glass fell out of your hand, he laughed and spat his Beer all over the table.
By now, you have forgotten what you were talking about and what you were actually asking him.
You both get the stupid idea of teasing Ubba and both get an enema from him that you shouldn't get too drunk.
The next morning, you wake up naked next to him with a fucking hangover. No idea what happened, ask yourself
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Bjorn the Grumpy
It seems super suspicious to him what you want to achieve with the question
He gives you a nasty look when you explain that you were just trying to be nice.
He scares you when he comes up to you and just stands in front of you. Run?
If you are female, young and single, his gaze changes. Run?
Says his day was good and tries to touch you. If you are a man, he puts a hand on his sword. (The one made of iron! Please...)
Ask you how your day was, again it depends on the gender. With females, probably nice and seductive, with males, threatening.
You quickly decide to say that yours was good too, but no more, get out of here fast. Or ?
There are now several ways to do this. Males should take their legs in their hands and walk. Young women should run, but that is your decision.
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Floki the Madman
He starts with the gods, because everything we do is directed by them.
Tells you about the trees he cut down and wants to show you, jumping up as he does so. Go or don't go with him, I would.
Having decided to go along (meaning me) you may stroke his wood. (huh? Wood!)
While stroking it, he explains to you why the grain of the wood is important.
Now that you are already at home with him, you may also touch the new sails. I've just got it with the stroking, don't ask me.
At the end, you sit with him and Helga in front of the fire and they both tell you Odin's story. In the end, you don't know how you got here, but you have a lot of fun.
Floki asks you if you want to help him tomorrow, but you're not sure if you feel like touching trees, because let's face it, we all have no idea how Floki finds the right trees. And for the next few days, you've stroked enough wood.
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Masterlist
Bleach
Akon:
Cuddle HCs
Grimmjow:
Human s/o headcanons
Kenpachi:
Cuddles HCs
Fluff HCs/scenario with strong reader
Muramasa:
Cuddle HCs
Nnoitra:
Cuddle HCs
Shinji:
Cuddle HCs
Starrk:
Fluff headcanons
Ulquiorra:
Fluff headcanons
Hellsing
Alucard:
Domestic headcanons
Touch starved alucard headcanons
His s/o comforting him after a nightmare headcanons
Pros and cons of Alucard's love Headcanons
Alucard's sleeping habits with and without his s/o Headcanons
Walter:
General/fluff headcanons
Metalocalypse
Magnus Hammersmith:
Fluff one-shot
One Piece
Hody Jones:
Hody with a human s/o
Repo the Genetic Opera
Graverobber:
Fluff headcanons
Pavi Largo:
Insecure Pavi headcanons
Transformers
Ironhide:
(Bayverse)Ironhide x depressed!human!reader one-shot
Soundwave:
(TFP)soundwave x reader: noodle
Vikings
Floki:
Stargazing + cuddles with floki one-shot
Villainous:
Black Hat x demon/eldritch!Reader fluff
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Title : A Touch of Affection
Pairing : Modern!Ivar x Reader
Words : 4001
Warning : Fluff, Smut and slight Angst
Note : Roommate to Bestfriend to Lover. I made it soft!Ivar cause it’s my favorite. Probably some medical innacurencies.
Chapter Plot : Ivar talk about his difficulties in the sexual department and Reader offers to help him.
Tags : @youbloodymadgenius // @draculasbride-blog // @ivarhoegh // @black-repunzel99​ // @theanxietyqueen17​​ // @litleepigisaa
Masterlist // Request  // PromptList // Serie Masterlist
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Chapter 10 : A Discovery of Feelings
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After spending the night partying and dancing we could think that we’d stay the day sleeping and recovering, but it’s not us. We slept longer than usual but we’re still up before 10am -which isn’t bad when we get to bed at nearly 4am-, we still sleep tight and well. 
The reason why we don’t stay in bed is because, first we have somework to do on the blog an the youtube channel, second I want to do some research on his “problem” and eventually ask him some more question about it, third...we’re in Japan and I just want to go to sex shop is that so hard to understand. Plus we could find some toys to play together,I mean we never know... I also found the perfect place to go, Akihabara, apparently there is the two biggest sex shop of all Japan ! We can’t miss it !
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After finishing our work Ivar goes to call his mother while I do some research on his condition. First, is it a physical or a psychological problem ? Can he have an orgasm or can’t he ? If it’s physical and he suffers of what we call ‘anorgasmia’ ---literally the incapacity to have an orgasm-, then he’ll need a prostate surgery. But this can also be caused by other ailments altering the penis’s gristle. Plus I learn than a man can have an orgasm without cuming -which could be treated by taking some medicines for instance-. At least if it’s one of those it can be treated, which means it must affect enough persons for the tratments to be profitable, important and useful. Now if it’s psychological it’s an other story, maybe he has some kind of an arousal problem -which means he can’t be aroused enough to induce an ejaculation-, one of the solution would be to work on his own pleasure and find what’s make him the most aroused, maybe use his personal fantasy to help him being more into it, and the most important, TRUST ! Trust in himself and in the other -me in this case-.
Strangely it would be easier if it was psychological, I mean this way I could try and help him, if he needs to see a doctor I’m not really sure he’ll be ready to talk to someone else about this... Finger crossed. 
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It’s been almost one hour and a half sonce I start doing my research, I’m done now and I’m only waiting for Ivar to come back from his call so I can ask him more questions. The door of his bedroom opens and I see him get out of it with a smile adorning his perfect features.
“How was your call ?”
“Great ! I talked to mother and then to Ubbe and Hvitserk, they gave me some news about the rest of the familly. The business has never been this prosperous which makes me proud and glad for them. He tells me gleefully. What about you, have you done with...whatever you were doing ?”
“I was doing some research about your ‘problem’, I mimic the quotation mark at this word, and I need to know more in order to understand if we’ll need to see a dctor right away or not.”
“A doctor ! Min Skatt are you serious ?!” He looks surprised and not at all at ease.
“Don’t worry Bunny I won’t force you to do anything, I just need some details, not too personal of course.” I come sit net to him, caressing the side of his pretty face.
“Well, go ahead ask our questions.” He says a bit defeated.
“Have you ever have an orgasm ?”
“Wow and you said it won’t be too personal... He seems a bit distressed and ashamed. I give him a hug kissing his forehead an explain him why I needed to know this. No, I never...I’ve been on the brink of it several times, but it’s like...The moment I’m going to finish everything stop and I’m here fustrated like crazy and with blue balls.”
“This means you can feel pleasure, it’s good at least, does it happen whether you’re on your own or accompanied ?” I rub his back from one hand and strocking is hair that are now resting on the crook of my neck where his head is resting.
“Both, it’s worse when I’m not alone... I’m starting to think it might be more psychological than physical after all, it’s a good beginning. I don’t overly like my legs not to say hate them, and the fact that I had to show them during...you know, made me unconfortable and unable to be fully focus on me and her.” I hear him sniff and can feel him cry a little against my shoulder. I let him express his sadness while consoling him with sweet whispering.
“My beautiful..”
“Pfff”
“I said my beautiful, perfect...”
“Not even close !” He snuggles closer to me, not trusting the veracity of my words.
“Last time, my beautiful, perfect, sweet Bunny, I think I know what you have !” He stare at me surprised.
“Do tell !”
“Your lack of self esteem and self confidance prevent you from letting go of your fear and complex or whatever to just appreciate the moment. Once you’re fully relaxed, I can tell you it would be easier for you to have an orgasm...and cum all over the sheets.” I whisper the last sentence in his ear using the most sultry tone I could muster.
“Are you sure this is gonna work ?!” He asks hopefull.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m not, but based on what I read and my passed encounters, you need to feel at ease to be able to perform you know, it’s the same for girls, we need to be calm, relaxed and in complete trust of the other to fully appreciate the moment.”
“I trust you Min Skatt !” He cups my face our nose touching. I put my hands on his own looking at him intensely.
“What about going on a small trip to buy some toys for you an then go find a high noted love hotel to go and test them ?” I whisper. I see him blush a bit as well as seeing his pupils dilated.
“Ahem...yes why not ?!”
“Is this a question or are you not sure ?” I laugh a bit.
“W-What kind of toys do you have in mind ?” I’m slightly puzzled by this question but suddenly understand.
“Nothing to put in your urethra Bunny, don’t stress yourself. As for your amazing bum that you know I love, I won’t do anything against your consent, if you want to try it we will, if you don’t, no big deal, this is all about you being at ease and relaxed. I will give you pleasure and only pleasure, no pain, no fear. Are you reassured ?”
“Better now. Thanks Min Skatt !” He leans to me to give me a kiss on the lips, a kiss with such sincerity and feelings.
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We arrive in front of one of the biggest sex shop in the country, we both feel strange. Contrary to the occidental sex shop, those in Japan are really explicit and not hidden at all which is a bit destabilizing. Before coming we taked more about what he thinks he would be confortable with and what is a big no. I have some ideas in mind that I’m eager to suggest.
We enter the shop, it’s bright and not at all seen as something disgusting or something to make fun of. There is even a sign -both in Japanese and English-stating ‘Please be quiet in paticular here because tere is a person who chooses an item of masturbation seriously. It’s the trouble for them so quietly, please !’ We both look at each other trying not to erupt in a fit of laughter. After calming ourselves we take a cart and search for some items.
“Bunny I had some ideas in mind but I don’t want you to feel too overwelmed.”
“I’m all ears, as far as it’s nothing that goes in my urethra I’m all good !” He says smiling lightly but still a bit unconfortable talking so openly about our soon to be sexuality.
“First thing first we need lubricant, a lot of it, I look at him an his raise his brows, trust me sweety better having more than not enough !”
“Ok Min Skatt lead the way !” He chuckles happily.
“Well one of the most widespead sextoys for men is probably the fleshlight, I show him the newest model, oh wow it’s a vibrating one ! We’re so taking it ! I also thought about a vibrating cockring, apparently when using it men are thrashing with pleasure ! Awesome ! Why not adding a magic wand !?” I’m starting to babble and talking to myself mostly.
“You’re really into vibrating things, are you sure it’s safe though ?” He asks me in a small voice. I come to him, cup his face with gentle care.
“Vibrations will amplify your pleasure, add this to a more common stimulation and you obtain a Bunny desperate for more.” 
“I-I don’t know what to say, you are so eager and so ready to help, I’m at a loss of words...”
“Never doubt of my will to help you sweet love, we’ll do anything you want at your own rythme. Step by step. We’re in this together, always and forever !” I see some unshed tears in his eyes that he tries to hide from me. 
“Thank you so much Min Skatt !” He pulls me in a bear hug, hidding his face in the crook of my neck to gently suck at my pulse point.
We walk some more, stare at some weird sexual contraptions before walking to the bdsm alley. For what we’re trying to achieve I don’t think we’ll need any items from here buut I see Ivar seems interested in something I would never have thought he would.
“Min Skatt, w-what do you think about this ?” He holds out a dark blindfold with red and gold embroideries, perfect for men and women to wear.
“It’s cute, who would be wearing it ?”
“Ahem...me actually...He bows his head. I think I’d feel better if I have the choice of not seeing anything, maybe I’d be less stressed if I can’t see your disgusted face...” I say nothing for now
“I’m okay with taking it for you, loosing a sense increase the others, but would you consider adding to our cart a pair of handcuff ?” He gasps. 
“W-Why would you want handcuffs ?”
“Because sweet baby, hearing you speaking so despicably about yourself and thinking that I would be disgusted by you is something I’m not okay with, something that will need to be punished.” I use my authoritative voice even if I’m deadly serious.
“I didn’t want to offend you...”
“Ivar !” I raise my voice.
“Don’t call me that ! You know I hate it when you do that Min Skatt !!” He engulfes me in a tight embrace, kissing my face tenderly.
“Then listen to what I’m saying.”
“Speak then.”
“I will never be disgusted by you or your body ever, you perfectly know that. And more than anything you know that this, I grab his firm bum in one hand and touch his pec with the other, only belong to me ! You are mine Bunny, body and soul, the good and the bad, you entirely !”
“And you are mine Min Skatt !” He lets a happy sob escape from him.
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After finishing  our shopping we booked a bedroom for the entire night in a love hotel in order to try and experiment together.
We step inside our bedroom, it’s a basic, yet cute one, we didn’t want to be too extravagant for our first love hotel, we won’t have time to appreciate it as we’ll be to focus to bring some pleasure into this world.
It’s early evening, before starting serious we decide to order some food, something light but tasty nonetheless. During the meal I could see him still a bit apprehensive. I take his hands into mine, trying to reassure him as best as I can.
“Everything is gonna be okay Bunny, we’ll stop whenever you want, no pressure.”
“I know it’s you and I’m safe, I know you won’t make fun of me or anything but I can’t help it ! All I can think about is all the time this happened with...with the other two and how they looked at me as if I was not a man, a disgusting thing...I felt so ashame ! I don’t know what I’d do if one day you happened to look a me the same way they did.” Tears are ouing out his eyes. I come sit net to him to give him the most tight and loving embrace I can muster given our size difference.
“Never speak about those two gorgons ever again, they didn’t deserve you ! You’re everything they’re not, smart, funny, handsome and hell of a sexy to top it all !” He aughs at the last part.
“Thank you Min Skatt.” He pecks my right cheek.
We finish our meal together, holding hands, staring at each other with utter adoration as well as admiration. I offer Ivar to go take a shower -I already took mine as soon as we arrived- to relax a bit before we start. I prepare the bed, pull off the bed covers, ut the toys and lubricant on the bedside table while waiting for him in my short and sport bra -it bings confort as well as more skin to be seen-.
Some time ater he step ot off the batroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.
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“Should I put some underwear ? I mean...you never saw my... I don’t want you to feel unconfortable.”
“Come here baby, he comes sitting right next to me, as I’m gonna pleasure you with my hands and toys I’ll have to be in contact with your cock, the question you should ask yourself is do youwant to see it or not ?” He stays silent for a bit.
“I think I’ll keep the towel and when I’ll be blindfolded and it would be easier, you could take it off. I nodded kissing his nose. Ok, well, what do we do ?” He seems uncertain, he’s so cute in a manly sort of way I can’t explain.
I come closer to him, start caressing the side of his face -he’s leaning into my touch, eyes closed-, stroking his hair and peperring kisses everywhere on his face. As I see him respond positively , I decide to straddle him to have better access to the rest of his upper body. I gently push him so he’s now lying on his back. I kiss, lick and suck his torso as if my life deended on it. I can feel his hips thrust a little against mine, each time they got in contact I hear him moan with a law voice. As usual -an because I know him pretty well b now I think- I take my precious time lavishing his nipples. I’ve never seen a an this sensitive from this area, he’s angelic, the pleasure on his face, the sounds coming out of his mouth...
“Oh n-norns Min Skatt, it feels s-so goooood !!!” He whimpers as I languidly work his nipples into an erect pebble.
“This is just the beginning my sweet !” I continue my ministration until I’m sure he’s half hard so I can position the cockring.
He’s now half hard -this is not the most difficult part- so I ask him to change position.
“Baby will you sit please so I can blindfold you, I will then ask you to position yourself between my legs our back against my torso.” Once we’re both fully seated I start to hug him from behind to show him I’m still here. I then kiss his neck leaving huge hickey on his pulse point.His hips keep thrusting into the air whie my hands continue to play with his already erect nipples.
“Aempff Hmmm ! His knuckles are white from grasping the bedsheets. Unconciously I see his legs being spread apart for better access. Moreover, he’s trying to kiss whatever part of my skin he can reach, so I give in and kiss his lips passionnately, his tongue enters my mouth and fought for dominance, desperate to feel more. His whimpers increase the moment I start palming him through the towel. Ohhh gods more more more ! Please Min Skatt I need more ! His desperate pleas for pleasure, and tears streaming down his face motivate me even more. I grab the lubricant and pour some in my hand before gently grabbing his cock tugging on it lightly. Y-Yeeeeeeeeees, that’s what I’m talking about !”
Gentle stroke up and down, up and down to build a rythme as well as his pleasure. When he’s almost hard I take good care into placing the cockring at the base of his penis, peppering featherlight touches on the underside of it, especially on his protruded vein. 
“Now baby I’m going to turn the cockring on so you will feel some vibrations along your beautiful genital appendage.” I kiss the side side of his head starting the toy into the lowest setting. He gasps, surprise by the new sensation. I continue to stroke him slower and slower, tightening my hold on him, stimulating his slit with my index finger. He whines, thrusting his hips furthermore so much that he’s almost fuc*ing my hand while my other hand is ruffling his hair to keep them away from the blindfold and the rest of his face. I can feel him getting close, his moan are more intense and his thighs starts shaking through the magnitude of his pleasure. Just when he’s about to reach his peack, I stop everything.
“W-What the hell Min Skatt !!?”
“Calm yourself baby, everything is under control.” I then turn his face so I could kiss senselessly.
Once he’s calm enough I turn the cockring back on but on a higher setting which take him by surprise and allowed one of the most sinful moan to errupt out of his mouth. He doesn’t know it yet or at least I think he doesn’t but the more I tease him and the harder he becomes. He’s now almost fully hard, precum leaking in profusion helping his dick staying well lubricated. 
“You’re doing good Bunny, so so good, I’m so proud of you. I whisper in his ears. If you could see youself now you’d be shoked by how manly and breathtakingly sexy and endearing you are.” Those praise -as well as an other higher setting-are enough to get him even more worked up than he already is which is what it takes to get him fully hard. As far as I know it’s the first time.  It’s time to try the other toy, the vibrating wand. I start by applying some lub on the vibrating head as well as his cock and nipples before turning it on. The new sound of vibrations make him squirm in anticipation, his hands are clawing at my thighs, rubbing them as if he needed something to hold on to in order to stay anchored.
I first rub the wand to the underside of his cock, applying more pressure to the tip before going south, right on his balls, massaging them, teasing them until he’s at the brink of an other orgasm, then again I stop everything.
“Nooooo ! Min Skatt don’t stop, please...I’m begging you !” He sobs from desperation and need. Tears were rolling from his eyes and I could hear from his tone of voice how frustrated he is. I’ve been edging him for almost two hours now and I think he’s ready for the great final. I deposite sweet loving kisses to every bit of skin I can reach finishing by a tender one on his parted lips. He’s purring like a cat, chasing my lips for an other sealing kiss. 
I set the cockring into a vibration setting, stroke him in a constant ryhtme, playing the wand on his balls while stimulating his nipples. The force of the pleasure he feels at the same time is exceptional. Once again his thighs are shaking like crazy, his moans come out of him unashamedly. I decide to take his blindfold of so he can see how hard he is and how good it felt.
“W-What are you nngh doing ?!” He whines as his pleasure increase, beads of sweat are forming on his chest and forehead.
“Showing you how much of a man you are Bunny !” He finally see the reality, he can get hard. He errupt in a fit of joy, tears of happiness and pleasure pour out of him. 
As the final peak is coming I encourage him, pampering him, kissing him with utter devotion.
“Come on Love let it go.” He quickly turns his face toward me.
“Say it again please ! Please, please, please !” He sounds so deserate for release.
“You can cum now Love.” I kiss his lips while he’s still staring at me with adoring eyes.
“Again !” He whimpers
“Cum my Love.” An other kiss.
“Again !” He whines, tears in his eyes.
“Love.”
“Ahhhhhhhh !” An explosion of new sensations hit him full force. When he wakes from his post orgasm bliss he sees me cleaning his mess, absentmindedly kissing him.
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After all the emotion we both go to sleep. During the night I feel something or someone rubbing against me. Guess what, once again Ivar is dry humping me except this time he’s not asleep.
“What are you doing Bunny ?”
“I couldn’t sleep with such a hard on.” He pouts.
“And you decide to dry humping me while I’m asleep ?” I ask laughing.
“I was hoping you’d wake up and as you didn’t get anything from before I thought you wouldn’t be oppose to it...”
“Such a gentleman, tonight was about you and only you, and trust me I get my fair share of pleasure by giving you some.”
“A lot, you gave me a lot of it.” 
“Come on here !” I get on my back, open my arms as an invitation.
“W-What do you mean ?”
“You said you had a hard on, so get here and rub yourself on me.” I spread my legs wide, one of my foot come in contact with his bulge which made it twitch a little.
“Ahhmph, you’re such an unsufferable woman !! He comes in my embrace, my legs lead him to be as much closer as it’s physicaly possible. He starts dry humping me, lazily first to appreciate the skin contact -he’s in a brief and I’m still in short but without bra on- Norns I’ve neve been this skin hungry before ! I’m an addict ! His movements are more and more erratic the more lost in pleasure he is. You’re my addiction, my bestfriend, my soulmate !”
“And you are mine Bunny, my addiction, my bestfriend and my soulmate.” I cup his face and seal those thoughts with a tender and emotional kiss.
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