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The Bartender
(Pt. || Here)
Pairing: Modern!Halfdan x Fem!reader (No use of Y/N)
Warning: Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Mentions of abuse. Just, please, adults only.
Disclaimer: Moodboard is made by me from photos found on Pinterest. I do not claim ownership.
Plain and simple? It was sleazy. A dive bar to be crowned the best by those who frequented it and labeled trash by those who never set foot in. The drinks were watered down, cheap and bitter. So why were you there in this seedy joint?
Him. Again. Plain and simple, your boyfriend had finally done it this time. This time you meant it when you left with a swelling right eye. This bar just happened to be the darkest one you had come across and by God, you needed a drink and fast.
"What'll it be?" A napkin in place of a fancy coaster is slid in front of you and you look up. A deep pair of inquiring honey-brown eyes are searching your face, waiting for both an answer and explanation.
"Oh, uhm, strongest thing you have. Top shelf, please." You're already beginning to gather the money needed to pay for this liquid therapy. A snort of a laugh makes you look up suddenly though, frowning already at the attitude.
"Lady, top shelf here doesn't exist, but I know just what you need. Tequila, straight up with a splash of lime. Trust me."
He wasn't condescending in tone but in your fragile state it still made you both frustrated and teary eyed. You quickly wipe at your eyes and flinch at the contact. "And a raw steak as well..." you mutter under your breath and put a $50 on the bar counter.
"You wouldn't want that either. Again, trust me." He laughs from his belly this time and nods towards the lame kitchen doors. "Food here'll give you poisoning faster than the drinks."
This gets you to smile small and thank him for the drink, "keep 'em coming. I'd rather not feel this tonight."
Taking the money from you, the man pauses for a better glimpse under the dim lights. They're enough to hide from but he knew better. "You runnin' from this guy?"
Shaking your head you take a gulp of the harsh liquor and hiss, "I wouldn't say running, exactly..."
"But?" He holds up a finger to an already drunk man down the way, signaling that he'd have to wait just a minute longer.
Another gulp, another hiss and you look into his eyes, "I need to get away. I need to hide and this place seemed the perfect fit for that. No offense meant, by the way."
He shakes his head with a large grin forming on his lips. "None taken. I'm Halfdan, by the way."
"Interesting name." you begin with your own introduction to the strange man behind the bar. You take another gander and only then do you see that his face is covered in an intricate and intriguing tattoo. The ink was slightly faded and looked to be a shade of blue... or was it black? In these lights the details were easily blurred into obscurity so you just shrug off the color and continue with your drink, noting that Halfdan had left the bottle on the bar. He'd left to help another patron with his needs.
With him helping the drunk male you take it upon yourself to grab the bottle and fill your glass up, smiling to yourself as the liquid courses through your system. Your eye would hurt like hell in the morning, but for now you were content.
"Mark, I told you, you're at your limit." Halfdan swears under his breath as he walks back to where you're sitting and raises an eyebrow at the bottle plopped in front of you. "And you..." He begins slyly, playfully taking it back and grabbing another, stronger tequila. "This is what you'd rather have, I'm guessing."
You finally omit a laugh and nod with enthusiasm, "what happened to no top shelf?"
"That's mostly for people like him," he points with his head, the hair that sits to only one side oglf his head swaying with the movement. "Mark! Go on, get!"
The two men have words and as Halfdan jumps the bar to escort drunk Mark out you watch his build. Slim was the first thing you notice, his tight black t-shirt clinging to his sweating body. Dark blue jeans cling to his hips legs. You stare a moment longer at his ass before raising your brows in appreciation, turning back to the alcohol in front of you.
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"So you've been with this guy 6 months, think it's true love, he's jealous and finally he beats you?" Plopping a peanut into his mouth, Halfdan blows out a breath and shakes the hair from his eyes. "Shit."
The bar is empty now and the time is late. You both have been sharing the bottle of tequila and have moved to a booth. It's shabby, torn and red in color but it's much more comfortable than the stool you'd been sitting on before. A small bowl of peanuts sits in front of you that's being shared and you snort out a laugh now.
"In a nutshell," a peanut is held up with a smile, "that's what happened." And into your mouth it goes. Halfdan watches the movement with wry fascination before he talks again.
"You deserve better than a raw steak on your eye, ya know." He motions with a finger the the very piece of raw meat that he'd gotten out for you. Noting how brown and out of date the steak had been though, you politely had rejected.
You both take a shot and wash it down with the juice of half a lime, licking salt off of the opposite hand and laugh together at the synchronization of your actions.
The old jukebox plays a slower song and you sigh, closing your eyes and letting your head fall down and you groan.
"Ahh, nope. I don't think so, not on my watch." Halfdan slams his hands on the booth table and stands up, swaying slightly. "C'mon then, darling, let's dance the pain away. I'm not good at it but I'll try."
You take his outstretched hand and stand as well, walking with the taller man to the so-called dance floor, laughing at the scuffed linoleum. "I'm sure you dance fine." Your words slur and he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you close.
Your own arms wrap around Halfdan and his chin comes to rest on your head. The room sways with both your movements and the alcohol. A tear or two slides down your cheeks as you think of how nice this strange man is, far more kind than your ex-boyfriend.
"Halfdan..." you begin and as you move to look up, his glossy eyes catch your own. He looks from your eyes to your mouth and back again. The though crosses your mind as well and with so much of the liquid courage flowing through you both, you take the first move and kiss him.
He breaks away first, standing away from you now with both hands up in surrender, "I don't know..." He mutters your name and shakes his head before you take full control. Lightning courage has you in its hold as you close the distance.
"For some strange reason, Halfdan the Bartender... I trust you. Make me feel good. Better than I already do. Please."
He heaves a sigh and takes your hands in his, leading you to the door at the front, where he locks up, turns back and motions to you to follow him now, dropping your hands.
There's an upstairs to the bar hidden in the kitchen with slim, creaking stairs. A door stands in front of you as Halfdan works the locks, opening the stained door to a rather lovely living room.
"So," Halfdan admits sheepishly as he scratches the shaved side of his head, "Welcome to my place. Let's get comfortable."
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Tags; @naaladareia
#vikings#halfdan fanfic#halfdan the black x reader#halfdan fic#halfdan x reader#halfdan the black x fem!reader#part two coming very soon#i promise for it to be better and spicier#vikings fanfiction#vikings fic#vikings fandom#halfdan the black#modern!Halfdan#also#liquid therapy? best thing I've written yet#quick read through and i hope i caught all mistakes
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I NEED Viking content. Pretty sure I’ve read every fic on Tumblr and the ones on Wattpad that I’ve read (I am so sorry) suck ass. AO3 only has so much content as well. Where’s the girly pop fans that know what I want? I am getting desperately feral.
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Halfdan 18+
Wrd count 3,398
Y/n p.o.v
People always told my mother that twins were a true blessing of Freya, but when one is a crippled son while the other is a normal girl, it gets more difficult. My brother Ivar was born ten minutes after me, but he deems himself my boss. Growing up I was in charge of pulling Ivar everywhere I went, which was mostly to Uncle Floki's home. He taught us everything we needed to learn on how to be Viking. Most came to fear Ivar, but when I got caught in my own hunting cabin torturing a man that was watching over Kattegat. I got the nickname Galco which means monster. So far I've never been bothered by the name, people would run away, and I'd be left alone like I like.
Over the years my brothers have allowed me to be in charge of weapons, but of course I have my shadow behind me telling where I mess up.
"You have to sharpen that end or it won't snap into place." Ivar snaps over my shoulder.
"I know Ivar I'm not finished." I try to calmly respond.
"Don't snap at me, because you're to stupid to actually build weapons properly." He rolls his eyes with his sassy voice.
"Can't build…." I slam the arrow shooter down as I turn to him. "Ivar I've been building weapons while you were going crazy crawling after Floki, so would you shut up." I walk out of the work area we have in the blacksmiths.
I was stomping my way through Kattegat, people would jump out of my way, but one man kept following me without me even noticing. The brother of King Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black, a man that has worked with my father and eldest brother, a man I've heard so many stories of, and admired since I began my own stories. I've heard he's been asking questions about me, and since the first stories that are told are my torture stories then I'd say it's good he wants to hear more. I'm opening my cabin's windows when I see a shoulder poking from behind a tree. I quickly grab my bow and arrow, shooting the tree in warning, and to my shock Halfdan jumps from behind with his hand up with a sly smirk on his face. I watch his every step as he walks across the field getting closer to the window.
"Why are you here?" I ask imitately.
"I heard of this cabin, and saw you coming out here. I thought I would get a look at your weapons." He seems to be speaking truthfully.
"Behind a tree?" I smirk at him as I lean on the window.
He seems to stagger a bit, but when I point to the door he walks inside. He eyes all the weapons I have hanging on the walls, but stops at my baskets of snakes.
"I tend to collect different snakes I see on my walks." I honestly tell him.
We get comfortable talking about the different weapons I have made or in the middle of making. He helps me finish the arrow shooter and advance another weapon I had. We tell stories as we work, mostly raiding stories, his England times, and I give him my details of my nickname sake. The way we move together is like we've been with each other for years. Once the sun starts to set I roast some meat and potatoes as we sit on the palette I have made of blankets and pillows.
"I still don't understand why Galco is your name. Why would a mother name a gorgeous girl like that?" He waves around the bone he has in his hand.
"My name is (y/n) Halfdan." I laugh. "People just call me that since I started torturing people." I take the plates away as I laugh.
"(Y/n) is much better." He compliments, standing up. "I'd much rather call you that." He's standing against my back now.
"Halfdan, you know my brothers will kill you if you continue to try this." I informed him.
"Love, do you think.." he runs his hands on my waist to connect them on my stomach. "I care about your brothers when I have a goddess like you in front of me." He softly kisses my shoulder, causing me to lean my head back. "I want you as mine (y/n)." He whispers to me as he moves his hands along my body. "I need someone who thinks like I do, who can handle my ways." He turns me around to face him.
"Halfdan, I take words seriously. If this happens then you are mine." I grab his arms so I can lean into him.
He deeply kisses me while he pulls me against his chest, and all I could do was move my hands to hold onto the back of his shoulders. Everything moves so fast as he pulls my dress off to me pulling his clothes apart. He slowly lays me onto the palette with a hand behind my head, and his arm around my waist. His lips move around my neck, shoulder, down my chest, and once to my breast he licks my nipple in circles. I hold onto the back of his head not really feeling anything in my body other than heat, and shaking.
"Halfdan please." I moan out as he kisses down.
His head goes in between my legs using his shoulders to keep them out of his way. I've never had a man do this to me before, and I'm angry at every man I've been with for not doing this amazing thing. I couldn't stop moaning his name loud, and having my back shoot up into an arch. He keeps moving his tongue around, but he adds his finger into me. With his finger curling up, his tongue circling around I tighten my legs around his head and cum so hard making him groan as he gets everything. As he stands on his knees he wipes his mouth, but his eyes stop me. They were almost black with a primal look, like he was claiming me completely just for him. I let my legs rest on his hips as he leans over me with his hard cock slowly entering making me gasp, but he kisses me as he bottoms out. I hold the back of his head with one hand, his side with the other as he starts moving. He rests his forehead against mine with a groan while I moan out. He grips my hip as he goes harder.
"Halfdan!" I yell from the stretch I've never felt.
"Mine" He groans, his head falling into my neck.
He starts pounding away like he lost all self power, and is letting everything go. I can't even begin to think of how good he feels from the non stop cumming. He lifts my legs higher to his shoulders making him go so much deeper than before. He's holding onto my hips using them to help him pound into me. My body arches as I let out a loud moan, but as I feel my body shake he groans loud.
"Fuck!" Halfdan finishes deep inside me with a tight grip on my hips.
He lets my legs fall as he slowly pulls out of me causing a surprise gasp to leave my mouth. He gives me a smirk as he leans back down to kiss me, and lay down next to me. I'm so relaxed my eyes won't open, and his body is so warm I don't want to move.
-Next Morning-
"Love, I have to get going." I'm woken up by Halfdan whispering into my ear.
"Then leave, why must I get up." I smirk at him.
He rolls his eyes before kissing me, rolling over me as his hands cage me to the pallet. He kisses around my face, neck, and down to my chest. He gives me a soft smirk as he stands.
"You have to get up, because I know your brothers will be looking for you if you aren't at breakfast." He holds his hand out to me.
"Ugh. I wish they'd let me be." I grumble as he helps me stand, but pulls me to his chest.
My naked body against his clothed body just makes him feel so much warmer than mine. He holds me by my lower back.
"I could always just take you with me. You'd be left alone… for the most part." He grabs me tighter causing me to laugh.
He gives me a last hug before leaving. I smile to myself as I lift my dress from the floor, but I almost lose my heart when an angry Ivar comes crutching his way into my cabin.
"Halfdan?! Have you…no no I know you've lost your mind!'' He yells pointing at his finger in my face.
"Ivar I'm a grown woman I don't need your approval. Now leave so I can get dressed in peace." I move to the small wall I have off to the side.
"Grown woman who's stupid enough to pick a man that won't actually care for you." He leaves once he realizes I'm not going to respond.
Not long after I'm about to reach the great hall when a body is thrown from the doors. Ubbe, Ivar, and Sigurd are glaring at the slowly moving body.
"You can beat me all you want, but (y/n) do as she wishes." I hear Halfdan tell my angry brothers.
"Well let's ask her ourselves." Hvitserk decides now to come outside, making everyone turn to me.
I can't move. I just look at my family, and then to the man I've actually felt normal with even before yesterday. He would always made me feel like a normal girl that liked a man. My brothers eye me like I'm some villain. Ivar shakes his head at me, because he knows what I'm going to do. He just doesn't know where. I give Halfdan one last look before bolting away from the great hall to the stables. I mount my horse, and push my poor girl as fast as she can until I reach the past the small river. I dismount to guide her into the water, going up the river, and getting out at the waterfall. I then ride my horse only a few miles til my father's cabin comes into view. This is the cabin he stayed in while he went into hiding. He only told me about this cabin, and I only come here for my moons.
It's only three days until we leave early for England. I'm glad I keep supplies up here. I know this seems cowardly, and Halfdan probably feels betrayed by me just leaving him there beaten up. I don't even understand why I ran. I just can't believe everything just flipped over night. One night my brothers, except Ivar, would eye me like I'm an angry dog that's one movement away from attacking, but now I'm their fragile little sister.
-Three days later-
I ride slowly into Kattegat with my head high as people point, and whisper about me, gods only know about what this time. I give my horse to the stable boy, and walk into the great hall as everyone is giving one last cheers to the gods for safe travels. I speak to no one as we load the boats, and set sail. I do keep looking over to King Finehair's boat to see Halfdan look over from time to time. I wish I actually talked to him, but I know he wouldn't want to speak with me.
As we get to England we start to build camp immediately. I'm helping with my tent as I looked over to see Halfdan move trunks of weapons to tents. I roll my eyes at my little girl act, and get to work. That night I swear I hear walking near my tent opening.
As I wake up, and get ready I find a new piece of armor that goes over my shoulders on the ground. I quickly strap them on as I walk to the front of lines with my brothers. Ubbe hugs me like always, giving me a quick nod, Hvitserk smirks at me from his spot, Sigurd touches axes with me, and as I step to Ivar's horse wagon he rolls his eyes at me.
"Don't die with those off-made weapons." He says as he ties his gloves.
"Don't worry I'll be close to protect you little brother." I laugh as he snaps his head to me.
"Ten minutes you awful…" He grumbles to himself. Cursing the Gods for giving him a twin.
Northumbria is an English kingdom my father spoke highly about, and since King Aelle is the one who killed our father we thought it'd be better to kill him first. The closer we march the faster my heart pounds the more I want to run ahead. The moment my axe makes contact with the Saxon's sword I get hit with my childhood of my father teaching me. The faces my father would make at my strength, at the precise strikes I'd make. I catch myself laughing at certain points in battle, and then laugh harder at myself.
Everything seems to stop once I hear my Viking family cheer I'm victory. I smile around catching my breath, but I'm spun around. Halfdan pulls me into a Saxon home, throwing everything on the ground, and putting me on the table. I grab hold of the table as he rips every strap in his way until he can finally push himself inside of me making me moan loud. I could only hold onto the table as Halfdan grip my hips in a bruising grip.
"You are mine." He grunts in my ear. "Think you can run from me, and act like I'm not here." He pulls out of me to quickly turn me around.
He enters me roughly again making the table scratch against the floor. He grips the ends of my hair to pull me up to have him bite my neck.
"HALFDAN!" I scream out as I shake against his body.
"What is it, love?" He mocks.
I keep moaning out as he grips my body in rough, tight grips. I can't gather any part of myself, but when he deeply groans with a final push so deep I get a sharp amazing feeling as he finishes inside me. He leans against me as we take deep breaths, and just cling to each other.
"I'm sorry I ran. I got scared with everyone looking at me." I tell him honestly.
"I know. I was going to wait until later, but I know your family's plans. I couldn't wait." We laugh at his last statement.
(Actual detail blood eagle)
He helps me tie everything in place in time for my brother's to collect King Aelle. My brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk tie him up as Ivar and I sharpen the tools we will use. Sigurd takes the first as Bjorn opens the great King open for me to crack his rib off. Ivar completes the rest, so Hvitserk can raise his arms to spread open more. We left him on the spot they dropped our father. We are joking like old times as we ride back to town where we set our new camp.
"So you and Halfdan?" Bjorn asks.
"Yea (y/n) him of all people." Hvitserk mocks.
"I don't think I could ever explain to you how I feel or how things are. However the Gods gave me a strong man, and I'm not going to question it." I laugh as we get to camp, and I go to my tent to bathe.
I have some of the girls help me with the water as I try to get as much of the blood off as I can before getting into the tub. I use some of the oils I found, and groan from the hot water. I can actually feel the knots untie along my back, some of the scars I have sting a little. My mind races from how battle went, what is to come, but I'm stopped with thoughts of Halfdan. I feel the water start cool, so I get out. As I wrap a linen around me Halfdan sneaks his way inside, making me stop in motion. He stops once he gets a look at me, and just falls to his knees.
"Goddess." He grumbles looking from my feet up to my eyes.
"Halfdan, get up." I laugh, but I'm stopped when he grabs the linen.
"I can't believe you are mine." He moves the linen over me to dry me off.
He helps me dry my whole body leaving soft kisses from my ankles as he rises to leave a long kiss on my lips. I smile at him, but when we hear my maids coming he tells me he'll see me at the celebration before running out.
I smile to myself as I walk into the celebration dinner in the town center. I'm about to sit next to Ubbe at the table when I hear Sigurd tormenting Ivar again, but something makes me snap my head at Ivar. He quickly grabs his axe, and throws it at Sigurd. I somehow grab it before it hits Sigurd. Everyone is quiet until Ivar crawls away with a shocked look on his face.
"Sigurd, I swear you never stop you torment. Next time I'll let him kill you if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut." I tell throwing the axe on the table.
He stands with a scowl as he steps closer.
"You're just defending him, because you know I'm right. No one, but other cares for him." That did it.
"Step back." I warn.
He comes closer with his hands reaching for his sword, but I stop him by putting Ivar's axe to his throat. Ubbe stands, but I give him one look making him sit back down with his eyes on his plate. I slowly feel a warm hand slide around my waist, and the other grab my wrist.
"Breath, love. He is your brother." Halfdan whispers to me as he takes the axe from my hand.
He slowly moves me from my brother's tables, and puts me in between him and King Finehair. I glare at Sigurd as Halfdan places a plate of food in front of me.
The rest of our time in England Sigurd stays away from me even though he and Ivar have made up. I will not tolerate him disrespecting me like he thinks he can with Ivar. I catch myself glaring at him as I help Halfdan pack up.
3rd pov
Ubbe watches his sister grow more and more dark toward Sigurd as he keeps being Sigurd. Even at her wedding to Halfdan. She doesn't even acknowledge her brother, Sigurd as he makes jokes on her life. She just whispers to Ivar, Halfdan, and her new King brother in law. It wasn't until (y/n) became pregnant that Ubbe understood what they whispered about. As (y/n) told her brothers of her new gift from the Gods Sigurd tried attacking her in her sleep the night before she was supposed to leave Kattegat to go to her new home in Norway. Ivar was waiting in her room to protect her, and (y/n) and Ivar killed Sigurd.
(Y/n) gives birth to two boys of perfect health, naming them Eirk and Egil. Once she is back raiding Ivar is king of Kattegat and tries to set up an attack on her, and her husband while they are planning to raid England with him. She ends up killing Ivar late at night, becoming Queen of Kattegat. Only to give birth shortly after to a girl, named Helga. She ends up giving Kattegat to Bjorn, so she can go home to Norway. Over time King Harald gives his kingdom to Halfdan when he gets too old, and still doesn't have sons. She dies with her pet owl watching over her howling as she goes to Valhalla to see her husband who died in the battle of Norway to keep our land from the Irish.
Fin
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Chapter Thirteen
Since the weddings Hvitserk had become determined to find out why Elsie was so angry with him. She no longer cuddled with him, instead keeping her body as close to the edge of the bed as possible. She ignored him throughout the day, and would pretend to already be asleep when he came home. After days of this Hvitserk had enough. Fairly drunk, he stumbled into their home where again, Elsie was pretending she was asleep. Hvitserk angrily tossed the furs off of her, turned her over so that she was laying on her back and crawled on top of her. He hovered menacingly over her.
“What do you want?” Elsie snarled through clenched teeth.
“Why are you behaving like a child?” Elsie almost gagged from the stench of alcohol on his breath as he spoke. “We were happily married a few days ago, now you despise me. What happened?”
Elsie gave him a look of disgust, refusing to answer his question. “TELL ME,” he scream.
“I saw you with the slave. The blonde one. I am not stupid, as I said before my affection for you was a momentary lapse in judgement. This isn’t a marriage, it a business arrangement. And I think, from now on, we should keep it as such.”
Hvitserk's demeanor softened, and he rolled off of his wife so he was now sitting beside her. “I didn’t know that would hurt you, and I will never do it again. Not with Margarethe, not with anyone.”
“No need. I don’t care what you do. I’m not hurt, I’m not angry. I know what men do, Scottish men have mistresses all the time. It’s just… my father didn’t and growing up I was promised a marriage like my parents. I forgot that promise was broken when my father made his deal with Bjorn.” With that, she tucked herself back under the furs and turned her back to her husband to go to sleep. Hvitserk, however, didn’t get much sleep that night.
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Olivia sat upon a boulder, drawing a landscape of Kattegat. However, her peacefulness was soon interrupted.
“Hello Princess Olivia,” Cella said. Olivia remembered her, she was the thrall that dressed her for the Viking wedding.
“Hello Cella. Can I help you?”
“Prince Sigurd has ordered me to accompany you throughout the days. He said you were lonely and having a hard time adjusting to life here.”
Olivia just smiled and nodded. She knew what Sigurd was doing, having Cella with her all day everyday would deter her from having a friendship with Harald. She felt the anger boil within her but she kept a calm demeanor, not wanting to take her emotions out on someone as sweet as Cella.
Olivia waited up for Sigurd to come home that night.
“Why are you still awake?” He asked when got into their bed.
“Is having a thrall become my shadow really necessary?”
“You’re the one who wants someone to talk to,” he smirked.
“I don’t understand you!” Olivia stood from the bed and began to shout. “You don’t want me and yet you won’t allow me to even speak to another man!”
Sigurd stood up as well. “I don’t need you being seen constantly with King Harald! Embarrassing me! Making a fool out of me!”
“You make a fool out of me everyday! You are always with Margarethe!” She spill out the thralls name with vitriol. “If you hate me so much, why don’t spend your nights with her as well!”
“I will!” Sigurd grabbed his clothes and stormed out of their house, slamming the door behind him.
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Per request from Ivar, Aslaug and Bridget began to spend time together. Aslaug hated Bridget, and Bridget hated her back. Aslaug insisted Bridget was a bad wife and was not keeping Ivar happy. And of course, it was Bridget’s fault that she was not with child.
Bridget had to bite her tongue form tell her mother-in-law that Ivar lacked the skill to make a baby and it was most certainly not her fault. They hadn’t tried again since the wedding night, Ivar was too scared of being embarrassed again. Instead each night he had his wife hold him tightly like she did that night. He found calmness and comfort in her arms, though she could not say the same.
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Lagertha decided it was important to teach Leith sword fighting. It was not going well, but they were both enjoying their time together.
Once again Lagertha knocked the sword out of Leith’s hand. “You are excellent with the shield, but you lack strength.” She grabbed Leith’s thin arm, that was sore beyond belief, and let it flop back to her side, making both of the women laugh. Ending their lesson, they took a seat to catch their breathes.
“How is your marriage going, Bjorn is a lot like his father in some ways, so I’m sure it is not easy?”
Leith thought for a moment. “I think, for an arranged marriage, it is going well.”
“But?” Lagertha questioned.
“It is just still very awkward,” Leith paused, thinking if she wanted to say what was on her mind. “I fear — Bjorn may not like me. I would like us to be friends, to make this situation easier.”
“Oh darling,” Lagertha laughed. “Trust me, Bjorn likes you. Perhaps even more.”
Lagertha’s words lingered in her mind the rest of the day. Leith knew she and Bjorn needed to have an honest conversation when he returned home that night.
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“I am sorry for accusing you the other night. I should have trusted you when you said you were with your sister.”
Greer turned in bed to her other side, becoming face to face with her husband. “Why didn’t you?”
“I do not have the most experience with women emotionally. I was worried about you, and I —,” Don’t let that Christian make you stupid brother. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Greer smiled, pulling her Halfdan in for a kiss.
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Ubbe had left for the day when Isla went into labor. Thralls flooded their house, preparing everything they needed and shouting instructions at Isla. The pain, the chaos, the noise was all too much for her. She mustered her strength and pushed the women out of the room, locking the door behind them.
“Princess Isla, open the door!” The eldest thrall, Agnes shouted and banged on the door. “We need to help you! The baby is coming early it is dangerous!”
Isla let out another agonizing scream, “I will do it myself! I do not want anyone to help me! I do not need help! AHHHHH!”
Agnes continued to banging, “Princess, if you do not open the door I will get your husband to break it down!”
“I am not letting anyone in here!”
Isla didn’t hear Agnes tell another thrall to go find Ubbe and tell him what was happening.
“AHHHHHHH!”
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*Gifs not mine
It's been like 3 years so I don't now if anyone will read this...my laptop broke and I finally got a new one!
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I'm back! Kind of! This was a request from @thelirofnorthlands I hope it meets your expectations dear! Please excuse any errors, as I'm sure everyone can tell I haven't posted in almost a year and it's been a while since I've watched Vikings... but, I couldn't NOT write a fanfic for my beloved Halfdan!
Halfdan loved Bjorn... really he did. He was close to Ironside, respected him, travelled with him, fought alongside him. Halfdan shared a wanderlust and meals and voyages with the blond viking. Really he would share most anything with Bjorn... but you. He refused to share you with anyone. And that was how he found himself, leaned wholly too close to the crackling fire, watching you laugh with the larger man a short distance away. He could not stand for it, would not.
It was true, you were not his, not in so many words , but he had thought there to be an understanding, a mutual sort of affection created by sharing bedrolls and stories and lingering looks. Perhaps he'd been a fool, a short sighted idiot oblivious to your pining for his friend just as you were oblivious to his own pining.
Halfdan found a heat rising within him quickly, one entirely different from the heat the fire provided him. This was a green sort of flame rising in his chest, one that demanded some action being taken. It was only stoked as he saw you hand land upon the blonde's arm. He pushed himself up from the fire suddenly, earning a half glance from a man beside him who's name he did not care to remember. The acrid taste of ash from the fire coated his tongue, he was fairly sure it was soot anyway, he hoped it to be soot and not his bodies response to what he thought to be some sort of betrayal.
You turned your head as a hasty movement erupted in your peripheral vision, you had been joking with Bjorn all evening, both of you finding you had some shared experiences that lent themselves to easy conversation. Of course you had wondered about the whereabouts of your closest companion, Halfdan. Closest companion? Perhaps more, certainly one of your bedrolls was empty more nights then not. Either way, you had expected him to come and join you as the moon rose but he had not made an appearance. Although mild concern flitted through you, you knew him to be a capable warrior, as were you, surrounded by loyal men and women no less. No harm had befallen him, you soothed yourself. But Bjorn's knowing look cast towards you told you, you had not hidden your concerns well as the conversation partially trailed off.
"He has been sat by the fire watching us like a hawk for hours. How you have not felt his eyes burning into you is some small wonder." Was all he said, placing a hand on your shoulder as he turned his attention to another person talking.
It was when you felt Bjorn's hand suddenly moved from your shoulder that the ounce of concern grew to something bigger, until a familiar weight settled around your shoulders, the scent of smoke and pine and salt enveloped you.
"You have been missing all evening." You hummed casually, turning your body into Halfdan's embrace. His arm tightened around you, just a modicum tighter then normal, no where near enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know something was wrong.
"Is my company not enough for you?" His voice was hoarse, almost a whisper, as if the volume at which he spoke would betray the inner turmoil that was as plain as day upon his face.
"You wish me to only speak to you?" You asked, eyebrow raised as you moved to separate yourself from him. Close as you may be, and as in love as you thought yourself to be, you would not be chained in any capacity, especially when it came to your friends. A concerned, surprised look pained Halfdan's face and he shook his head hastily.
"Of course not, silly woman." He muttered "I just wish you to only caress my arm, only look so enthralled and enchanted by me. I wish you to stop this, if this is only your way of getting closer to Bjorn." He muttered, the words tasting like acid in his mouth, and still quiet. Oh so quiet, and completely unlike Halfdan.
"You are more stupid then you look." You mused to him quietly, taking a step closer towards him once more and using a hand to cup his chin. "Bjorn could neither captivate, enchant nor enthrall me half as much as you do, sweet fool." You murmured, anyone else saying these things might have been reaching for a shield right about now. But instead you looked the viking square in the eyes, they were shining and held wide as he listened, as captivated by you as he thought you to be by Bjorn.
"It is you that captivates me, it is you I wish to share my bedroll with, I have no greater wish than to return from exploring and raiding to a hearth with you." That was all the viking had to hear, as you described your wishes, he pledged himself to you, heart and soul, verbally and spiritually and as he did, he finally pulled you in for the kiss he'd been waiting years to be granted.
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Vikings Writing Prompts
Trigger Warning:
Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.
If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.
Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.
Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:
Male Characters
Rollo Lothbrok
Ívar Ragnarsson
Björn Ragnarsson
Ubbe Ragnarsson
Athelstan
Hálfdanr Hálfdansson
Haraldr Hálfdansson
Female Characters:
Lagertha Lothbrok
Aslaug Sigurdsdottir
Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.
If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.
Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.
Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02
Prompts
Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.
SFW - Dialogue Prompts
"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."
"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."
"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."
"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."
"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."
"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."
"Depends on what you consider to be fair."
"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"
"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."
Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts
"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."
"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."
"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."
NSFW - Dialogue Prompts
[TBD]
Vikings Headcanons - Link
Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link
Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link
Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link
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Hi folks,
@barnes-lothbrok and I came up with a somewhat spontaneous idea to do a little winter-themed Vikings fandom prompt event. Maybe we can inspire some of you to create short stories and artwork that we can enjoy in a cozy place, wrapped in blankets, with hot drinks and yummy cookies.
Here are the words [which we tried to keep basic so they fit canon as well as modern AUs]:
The Rules:
● The event is for anyone who wants to participate. There is no need to be a follower.
● Please use #norsetalesforwinter if you post your creation. You don't have to tag one of us, but you're welcome to do so so that we can more quickly become aware of the entry
● Fandom: Vikings only
● Characters/Pairings: Free to choose
● The event is open for fanfics and fanarts.
● For fanfics, try to keep it around 1000 words (but no punishment awaits you if you go beyond)
● Please use warnings if your work contains anything that might trigger others.
● You can use one of the prompts or combine them. It's totally up to you. You can make it an extra challenge by using them all in one story.
● You also can participate as often as you want.
● Deadline: Let's keep it a December project - 31.12.2022
● Don't forget to have fun
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To be in the favor of Gods... PART 5.
AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.
Part 4 here.
-Will you not be jealous of eachother? - you whispered to Bjorn.
-We have talked about it a lot when you were sickly. It is fated, our feelings are unmoving and true.. If you'll have us... - he said looking into your eyes.
In the battle against King Aelle..
You decided you would fight alongside with the sons of Ragnar. Your brother Harald merely just used you for his gains, at least some of the sons of Ragnar were seeing after your wellbeing. You did not give Bjorn your answer. How could you possibly.
It turned out you were right again. The great viking army defeated Aelle's in two hours, the rest of you were now searching for survivors , looting the swords of the christians. You were standing on top of the hill, looking over everyone when Harald stranded up to you, Halfdan hot on his heels. When he got to you, he took his sword, attempting to slash you, but it was just a failed attempt, because you were just as good as Lagertha. So now, the clinking of your swords were gathering everyone's attention. You were standing your ground.
-You betrayed and humiliated me today sister.. - he grunted before attacking you.
-I think you forget how you disowned me and kick me out to the mountains to die brother.. - you said before attacking back.
-And i forgave you in the great hall.. do not hold a grudge little sister, the gods wouldn't like that.. - he told you before grazing your arm. Ubbe and Bjorn suddenly on your sides, drawing their axe and sword.
-I think it is not you who has the right to forgive Harald, i also suggest you stop this right now before we kill you too. - shouted Ubbe before stopping Harald's sword before hitting you again.
Harald dropped his sword with a smirk, you looked at him, then Ubbe and Bjorn, before turning around and storming away.
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The rest of the day you didn't talked to them. One of the hostages lead the army to the place where Aelle killed Ragnar. Ivar was blood-eagleing the man. His screams filled the forest, making most of the men laugh. Aelle was a pathetic man and a pathetic leader. You set camp for the night, knowing nobody would be coming to attack you, their king was dead. When any of your brothers or any of the Ragnarssons even tried to took a step towards you, you stood up, and walked away, far from them.
You were thankful that they had tried to help you, but so so angry that none of them believed you could stand your ground. You were not the fragile princess they thought you were, and you had proved it a thousand times by now.
At dawn you were throwing rocks in the water, when someone walked up behind you.
-Ubbe.. - you greeted him with a coldness.
-(Y/n).. we just... - he started but you jumped up standing in front of him with a few strides, only to start to hit him with all your might.
-You just what? You thought i couldn't stand my ground against ONE man? You thought jumping in to protect me would do well for you , didn't you?
-(Y/n) listen.. - he held your hands to stop you from fighting, but you threw him on the ground, straddling him, hitting him.
-No, you listen. I am not a damsel in distress, im not some christian girl, nor Margrethe. I am not afraid of nor Ivar, nor my brothers. I am afraid of noone. - you said before he turned you both over, so now he was hovering over you as you struggled.
-I know you are not. - he said as he tried to kiss you, only for you to bite his lip, drawing blood, Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, showing you fragments of the future. He would be against Ivar in a battle, then the next fragment was you straddling him, chasing your orgasm, as you showered you with kisses, his hands nearly bruising your skin... When you regained your body from the images of the future, he was looking at you in worry. It was frustrating to say the least. You knew you wanted them, and at this point wanted nothing with your gifts. But it was something you couldn't do.
That day the army started their journey to Wessex. When you next set camp, you decided to sit on the shore far from everyone.
-Freya, show me when. Show me until when do i have to suffer like this. Will i lose my gifts if i... - you pleaded to the god.
Soon enough images filled your mind again. You were walking towards a house up over Kattegat. Your hands caressed the weeds, and trees on the way to it. You were wearing white, and flowers in your hair, gold markings over your face. You stepped into the hut, Bjorn fast on your side, taking your hand. He wore white too, you were his wife. You looked him over, before Ubbe shut the door and locked it, slowly walking over to your other side like a lion to his prey. You undid your dress, the soft white fabric falling to your feet. Their hands started to wander around you, their lips started to shower you with kisses. Then you heard a voice, a distant voice calling your name. Ivar was by your side.
-What did you see? - he asked.
-Nothing that concerns the revenge or you. - was all you said before standing up. He grabbed your hand looking up at you.
-You should talk to them. They suffer just as much as you do... - he said with all his sincerity. Then you stood up and left for the forest, even further away from them.
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By the time you were back in Kattegat, you were so frustrated you even decided to sail with your brothers just to be further away from Bjorn and Ubbe. They didn't know what has gotten into you. Ivar just smirked at them.
-Don't sulk borthers.. Don't you see what her problem is?
-What are you talking about Ivar? ... - said Ubbe rolling his eyes.
-As experienced as both of you are it's a shame i need to tell you this... the god's are plaguaging her with images... that is not connected to the raids... nor to any of us other than you two.. - he said as he curled his finger, lightly tapping his temple with it... motioning them to think. They again rolled their eyes, and went to the other end of the ship, resuming their sulking. You had clearly said before that you could not lay with them...
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A few days later you were standing on the dock of Kattegat, hugging your brother Halfdan.
-Take care of that bastard for me brother. - you said to him.
-You still love him don't you?
-'course i do, he is my brother just as much as you.. you are just wiser.. - you said smirking, kissing his cheek.
-You sure you don't want to come home with us sister?
-Yes, i have business here. Can't refuse what the god's have shown me. I must stay..- you said with a sad smile. As he let you go, he smiled at you before hopping in the ship, leaving the dock slowly. And you watched as they left for the place you once called home.
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Soon winter came again. Your hands were cold as you wandered around the forest near Kattegat. You saw a trail of someone else there, deciding to follow just in case. It went further into the forest. When a hut came into view, you were suddenly picked up. You started to trash is the man's arms, and he just laughed. The sound was familiar.
-Ubbe, you want me to die of fright? - you ask smiling at him.
-No, i just wanted to spend some time with you.. - he said setting you down, bumping his forehead into yours.
-Well there is a blizzard coming, so we certainly wouldn't make it back to Kattegat now.. - you said looking around.
-We can wait it out in that hut. We used to play there when we were kids. - he said as he took your hand and led you to the small hut.
He lit the fire, as you prepared some salted fish and bread for supper.
The converstaion flowed easily as you both ate and sat in front of the fire. He made sure you wouldn't freeze that night. As you both laid down on the bed, looking at the ceiling, the silence was welcome. After some time you heard him sigh.
-Why are you avoiding us? - he whispered.
-I am not. - you answered him.
-Yes you are, cmon, tell me. - he said as he hit you in the side with his elbow.
You sighed and waited a bit in silence.
-I guess.. it's just hard..
-What is? - he turned to his side, now looking at you, as you were staring at the ceiling.
-I.. i guess.. um.. it is frightening me that i may lose my gifts some day.
-Mother didn't..
-I know, but what if it's different with me?
-(Y/n), why would you lose your gifts? - he said cupping your face, making you look at him.
-The gods have been... they have been plaguing my mind with images. Now i don't know which is the future or which is just a mere dream. All the futures i have seen in my life time... yet i can't seem to trust even the gods with my heart.. It is a burden so heavy i don't know what to do anymore...
-Show me then, let me help you carry it... - he said before hovering over you. You nodded a bit, before biting your lip to draw blood, before he dives in to kiss you. He saw it all. He saw all the lust and love that have been torturing you for months.
His voice is dropping so low you almost think it's just in your head.
-So that's what you have been seeing...
You again just nod, looking into his eyes.
-I could help you my love.. - he told as he dived in to shower your neck with kisses and soft bites making you clench your thighs together. Breathing heavy.
-You cannot... we cannot Ubbe... - you said, his name is barely above a whimper.
-What if i can help without making you mine? - he said as he started to slowly undo your dress. You didn't stop him this time. He rid you of your dress. Suddenly self-conscious about your scars you tried to cover yourself.
He kissed up on your stomach, in the valley of your breasts, your neck before lightly pecking your lips, moving both your hands to grab on the back of the bed, and you obeyed. His hand caressed every inch of skin, his lips kissed every scar you hated. Before he settled between your legs. Slowly kissing, licking up your slit, circling your nub, drawing the prettiest noises from you.
He did not talk, just ate you out like a dying man. You were his air, his last meal. His hands gripping your thighs, your butt, sometimes reaching up to cup your breast or to play with your nipples. Your moans become quieter, your breathing is even more ragged. YOu are near. He kisses up your body again, to kiss you passionately on your lips as he replaces his tongue with his finger down on your aching nub, circling it gently, making you moan into his mouth.
He is circling, caressing, pinching you, looking into your eyes as you came. Shutting your eyes, feeling him kiss you again. It is much softer this time. He gathers you in his arms, hiding both of you under the furs, setting your head on his chest. He slowly rubs circles on your back as you cuddle.
-What if you get bored of me? - you asked playing with the hairs on his chest.
-I don't think i ever could.. - he answered kissing the top of your head.
-No, seriously.. what if this is all we could ever do.. and even that you'd have to shar with your half-brother. Would that be ever enough?
-If it would grant me half your heart i would do it a thousand times over.. Don't underestimate yourself my love.. There is noone i would ever want other than you.. - he said as you slowly fell asleep in his embrace.
When the morning came you were cold. When you opened your eyes he wasn't there. When you started to panic he opened the door with wood for the fire. He smiled when he saw you.
-Worried i ran away? - he said smirking playfully. You just threw a pillow to him. He play acted that the pillow hurt him, only to fall over you, to kiss you passionately.
Some time later he was putting wood on the fire when the door suddenly opened, making you hide even further into the furs.
-Close the door brother before she catch a cold. - he said not even looking at the man entering. He did as he told, when you saw it was Bjorn.
He sat down next to you, to kiss your cheek.
-Where is your dress doll? - he asked cocking an eyebrow.
You looked at Ubbe, before giggling. Then suddenly an image flooded your mind. Ubbe holding your hands and legs, while Bjorn tortures you with kisses, touches, licks... With a big gulp you look him in the eye with lustblown eyes.
-Brother i think she saw something again.. - Bjorn said before getting up to straddle you.
-What did you saw you vixen? - he asked before tickling you.
-I will never tell, the gods forbid it. - you said giggling. Bjorn held down your hands, before lookling over to Ubbe, motioning him to get in the bed, behind you. He slowly peeled away the furs covering you. He licked his lips as he looked over your body with hunger.
-Still no? - he asked getting closer to your face. You instead kissed him but he bit your lips before you could react, seeing the scene you just saw. Smirking down at you as he rid himself of his shirt. Meanwhile Ubbe sat behind you, hugging you to himself.
-What do you say brother? Should we make up for all these months she avoided us and denied us this gorgeous body? - he asked, eyes never leaving you. Ubbe laughed behind you, before lifting your hands around his neck before his hands caressed down your body, agonizigly slow, stopping on the sides of your thighs. He whispered into your ears, looking at Bjorn.
-I think we should brother.. I'd feel very bad if you wouldn't hear those sweet sounds she makes... - as he gently lifted your thighs, exposing you completely to Bjorn. And he didn't waste much time before diving in. He was so different than Ubbe. He was wild, he was trying to devour you, to claim you just with his mouth. He left little bruises over your thighs, his fingers bruised your flesh as he tried to eat you alive. You didn't even realized that after an orgasm, you were now quietly chanting their names, pleading for something. YOu didn't even know what. When Bjorn sat up, you threw your legs around his waist yanking him closer. Making them chuckle wickedly.
-No can do princess.. I'll only give that to my wife. - he joked. You pouted before kicking him away, twisting in Ubbe's hands, now effectively straddling him stark naked. Blissed out from your orgasm, cupping his face, kissing him. His hands slowly grabbing your ass, grinding you slowly on his clothed bulge.
-Well you'll do have to marry one of us to get it princess... You want it badly do you? - he cooed. -We'd gladly give it to you, but you see this one night is nowhere near the amount we suffered cause you avoided us.. I think we should punish you... shouldn't we Bjorn? - he asked as you slowly soaked the front of his pants. -Maybe we should just tie her to that bed and make her cum so much, all she knows are our names... - he said getting behind you hugging you to himself as he cups your breast with one hand, and helping Ubbe rocking you over himself. A whimper escaping your lips.
After days of sweet torture you were currently sitting in a tub of hot water, relaxing as they were lounging around the hut.
Your face was up towards the ceiling as you rested it over the edge, your eyes closed.
-WHat is going on in that pretty head of yours? - asked Ubbe.
-A prophecy the gods have shown me months ago..
-Care to tell ? - asked Ubbe.
-It's one where i would marry Bjorn, only for you to wait for us in a hut above Kattegat. You'd share me.. - you said.
-That can be arranged.. - said Bjorn striding over to you. - if you're willing.
You opened your eyes to see his crystal ones staring back at you with hope in them. You just smiled and nod.
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From my upcoming Harald-Halfdan fic:
Now completed and posted here.
“My brother–” Harald starts, but you press your fingertips to his weathered lips, shushing him and chasing away any apprehension or fear of driving a rift between the three of you with what comes next. “Halfdan knows,” you tell Harald with airy unconcern—fingers slipping down to comb through his silver-tinged wiry beard. Your trysts had never been clandestine, even before whatever this unspoken thing with his brother began before Ragnar's failed raid on Paris. “He’s very astute,” you remark, the corner of your lips quirking upward again. “You could stand to learn a thing to two.”
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"Road Less Taken" is a 1.4k MCD angst fic! It focuses of Halfdain (Halfdan/Dainsleif) aka my current pairing of tragic little gay men
Lots of self-hatred and implied suicidal thoughts- mind the tags!
#fanfiction#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#genshin#genshin fanfic#dainsleif#halfdan#halfdain#mlm#tragic gay men
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One Last Wish
(credits to @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen for the gif)
Fandom: Vikings
Genre: Modern AU (sort of ), tiny bit of angst, fluff fluffity fluff
Pairing: Halfdan / OC (Gaby)
Words: 1546
Summary: Halfdan has been living with Gaby for a year but it might be time to say goodbye.
A/N: Well what can I say ? This is the birthday fic for @naaladareia more than four months late. You know life hasn’t been easy lately and I had lost the pleasure to write but it looks like you helped me get back to it. Enjoy, my other half...and I’m sorry again for the delay.
This is the fourth and last installment of a series. Part I - Part II - Part III
A year. 365 days. 52 weeks. It’s been that long since Halfdan had magically landed on Gaby’s apartment and she could not help feeling overjoyed about it. She would lie if she said that everything had been easy all the time but most of the year next to him had gone smoothly. Lockdown and COVID were highly responsible for it, giving Halfdan the time to adjust and offering Gaby the time to explain how much the world had changed. Halfdan did not understand all of it and his first time outside has been quite a disaster, if almost beating a man to a pulp because he had bumped into her, or nearly attacking a church could be qualified as such.
But Gaby remained patient and managed to make him accept and embrace a good part of the modern world. Of course, he still refused to celebrate Christmas even though he did not mind gobbling up the several dishes she had cooked for the occasion. Nonetheless, it would be accurate to say he loved being here with her.
Though, he had shown some moodiness lately and was even sometimes short with her. It was useless to ask why, she knew he was probably missing his home, his brother, his time and she could not blame him for that. Indeed, as much as she liked Vikings, she could not imagine for a second leaving her home and friends behind to live in their era. Life expectancy, hygiene and all…
As she reached her house, her heart squeezed at the thought but maybe it was time to let him go and wish for him to go back home.
Sighing deeply, Gaby turned the key on the lock of her front door and opened it. She was surprised to see that the apartment was plunged into darkness.
“Halfdan?” She cried uncertainly and closed her eyes in relief when he shouted back “In here!”
She took the few steps that led to her living room and gasped at what she saw, her purse falling on the floor in the process. Halfdan had lit candles all around the room, the table was set up beautifully; a white tablecloth on which he had placed her finest crockery and a vase of roses in the center.
“You like it?” He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek tenderly. “Figured it could be nice to celebrate your birthday with a romantic dinner. Didn’t you say that’s what women from the twenty-first century needed?”
“I sure did”. Gaby shook her head to wake up from her daze. “I love it Halfdan, thank you.”
She leaned back to admire him. He had put on black pants and a white shirt that outlined his muscles the perfect way. He had probably paid a visit to the barber by himself since his goat was neatly trimmed. Gaby caressed it. A smile appeared on her face when she thought about the first time she took him there and the way he had glared at the barber. The poor man had tried his best to work while shaking in his boots.
Halfdan soflty kissed her lips. “Wanna freshen up before dinner?”
“Now that would be a great idea.” She replied in a murmur and kissed him back languidly. She took the time to savor his warmth before pulling back reluctantly. She was about to go to her room when a thought made her freeze and her eyes widened.
“You…you didn’t cook, did you?” She asked in a tight voice.
The last time Halfdan had taken the initiative to surprise her with a romantic dinner, it had turned into a disaster. Gaby could still remember the combined stench coming from the burnt food and pan, plus the mess on the floor, the drawers, the cupboards; every surface had been stained with food. That damned Viking was definitely gifted with his hands but not when cooking was concerned.
Halfdan chuckled. “No, don’t worry. Food is coming.”
Gaby let out a sigh of relief and went to get ready. When she came back all freshened up and pampered a few minutes later, she was welcomed by the pleasant aroma of Indian food.
“Hmmm…smells good.”
“Well I had to please my woman so I ordered food from her favorite Indian place.” Halfdan explained, setting all the dishes on the table. When he was done, he looked up at her and smirked. “You are very sexy, woman. Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?”
“I believe it is.” He replied and gave her a charming smile. That charming smile of his that still made her heart skip a beat every time she saw it. He pulled out one of the chairs and invited her to sit down. “My Lady.”
Dinner was delicious. Halfdan had ordered a little bit of everything so that she could enjoy as much dishes as possible. For dessert, he brought an enormous chocolate cake he had purchased from this nice little bakery she loved so much. Then, he put some candles on it and lit them on. “Make a wish, love.”
The words made her heart clench painfully in her chest. During these last years, her wishes had proven to be powerful since they had all come true. This was it. Gaby realized she was holding Halfdan’s future in between her hands - or was it her brain? She could either give him what he wanted or keep him selfishly for herself. She watched him intently; his crooked smile, his numerous sexy tattoos, the playful glint in his eyes…and she knew what she had to do. Talking a deep breath, she made her wish and blew out the candles.
Halfdan clapped fervently. “So, what did you wish for?”
Gaby rolled her eyes. “You know I can’t tell anyone if I want it to come true.”
“You’re right, let’s devour the cake then.”
And devour it he did, since he ate half of the cake by himself. Viking appetite.
Afterwards, Halfdan cleaned everything up and they got ready for bed. They just laid between the sheets contently, Halfdan spooning her from behind, the two enjoying the fact to be in each other’s embraces.
“I’m sorry.” Hafdan softly said before kissing her neck.
Gaby frowned. “Sorry for what?”
“Those last few weeks, I’ve been a real moody Viking. It’s just that...”
“You miss home.” She cut him off gently.
“I miss my brother but home is with you.” He hugged her a little bit tighter. “It’s been a year and the Gods might decide to send me back.”
Gaby felt her heart flutter at his words. Halfdan had not been in a grumpy mood because he wanted to leave, only because he wanted to stay. He was as scared to lose her as she was to lose him.
“It’s alright.” Her throat tightened and she tried her best to keep the tears at bay. “Remember what you told me last year? You said we’d better enjoy it while we could and that’s exactly what we did. I absolutely have no regrets, no matter what happens.”
“Me neither.”
She turned around to face him and rested her forehead against his. “Then, I’m happy.”
And she kissed him, lovingly, desperately. He kissed back just the same and nearly tore her nightgown to have her naked against him. Their bare bodies collided, each touch became more urgent and needier but they took their time to make love, both afraid it could be the last time. They wanted to memorize each other perfectly. When they fell back on the pillows, sated, they did not let go of one another but intertwined their bodies instead. They fell asleep, like that, two as one.
The following morning, Gaby woke up hot and sweaty. With an annoyed groan, she tried to get away from the heat but someone grunted and pulled her closer. Her eyes opened up abruptly and she smiled. Halfdan was still there.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled when he saw her. With a pleased sigh, he leaned over her body to kiss her collarbone.
“I’m still here.” He said against her skin. “It looks like the Gods wanted us to remain together…and maybe you wished for me to stay.”
“I did not wish for you to stay.”
Halfdan raised his head sharply to look at her. “You didn’t?” He sounded disappointed, almost hurt.
Gaby chased a lock of hair from his eyes. There was no danger in telling him now. “I wished for you to go and stay where your heart belongs.”
“Then I guess it came true because my heart definitely belongs with you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. It was so uncommon of him to pour his heart out, it made her feel special and more loved than anyone.
Gaby let her eyes close when he resumed his kisses on her skin, his lips went down to her breast that he sucked gently. She let out a soft whine.
“Whaboutyoumeart?”
She frowned and looked down at him. “What?”
He sucked on her breast one last time before letting it go reluctantly with a wet pop. He looked up to meet her gaze. “What about your heart?”
“Oh.” She smiled. “It belongs with you my sexy murderous Viking. It always has.”
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The Bartender Pt. ||
Pairing: Modern!Halfdan x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex. Unprotected sex, oral on fem!Reader. MINORS DNI. Just go away if under 18, thanks
Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me with photos found on Pinterest. I claim 0 ownership for them.
The record player sat on a small table with records neatly stacked next to it. A few bottles of already opened liquor rest next to the records and Halfdan reaches for one, half filled with an amber brown liquid and two glasses. He takes his time in filling them as you take a seat on the couch.
It was made in a cheap leather but at least this piece of furniture was well kept with no holes or tears. A glass oval coffee table sits in front of you and you take notice of the bed just off the way of the kitchen. A supreme bachelor studio pad, you note, but clean and you appreciate this.
Before he turns back to you, Halfdan takes an older looking record and puts it onto the player, the needle going down and after a moment; you note the music. Older, a little rock 'n roll and a little classic all at once. The song is happier than what you had danced to and you smile, relaxing.
"I thought we'd switch to a nice single barrel bourbon instead of tequila." He chuckles and hands you the glass, your fingers grazing his as you accept the drink with a nod. He knew his drinks and despite the state of the bar, you could acknowledge, well, his knowledge of things you simply didn't care about.
Small sips are taken as you lean back into the couch, crossing your legs in front of you as Halfdan lets his legs spread with relaxation. One of his hands rest behind his head and with the other he holds the glass steadily.
Watching him from the corner of your eye you take in Halfdan's slim frame, long legs and tight shirt. A stirring in your stomach travels down to your abdomen, a tingling sensation begins in your most intimate parts and you clear your throat to shake it off. Being here now was exactly what you wanted but nerves still made you unsteady.
"Plenty more where this came from," Halfdan sighs as his eyes close, taking a generous sip. "Responsible Lee makes the best bourbon."
You smile at his easiness and knowledge of the liquor and note the caramel taste of the beverage. You continue to watch as Halfdan moves his free hand to straighten out his beard slowly, a sudden, subtle sexiness that makes you squirm in your spot.
He's so sure of himself but lacks the cocky attitude you're so used to. He finally sighs and opens his eyes, turning his head to meet your stare.
"What?" He whispers with a slow grin and leans towards you, "I won't bite..." the sentence hangs in the air with innuendo and you gulp with anticipation.
"Halfdan..." you lean forward, place your glass gently on the table and face him again, "I want you... To make me feel good, for me to make you feel good. I want you, all of you. Now."
He mimicks your glass setting and takes your face into his hands, apologizing softly when he squeezes too hard on the right side. Halfdan's lips whisper over your own before you groan and close your eyes. His teeth nip at your bottom lip in a tease before you take his head into your hands, closing any gap that was there before in a kiss.
Halfdan immediately takes his hands away from your face and grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap as his fingers trace blank patterns onto your back over your shirt. Your hips roll into his groin, feeling his jeans begin to tighten around his growing erection. His inhale is sharp against your co tinied grinding and he deepens the kiss further, tongue meeting yours in frenzied haste.
The friction and stiffness from Halfdan's jeans causes a small moan to come from your lips and your head drops from the kiss, breathing in a shaking breath. Meanwhile, Halfdan moves his hands under your shirt, calloused fingertips running up and down your back.
You can feel his nose nuzzle at the side of your head, "You wanna feel good? Let me show you what good is." Halfdan grips the bottom of your ass, leans up and scoots forward on the couch. He grunts with the strain of standing up while holding you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you lean down to bite and suck on the tender skin of his neck.
Cursing your name under his breath, Halfdan slowly moves towards the queen sized bed. The sheets are a deep blue and a simple beige comforter adorns the top. It's not neatly made but for the damage you plan on doing it really doesn't matter.
Using only one hand now, Halfdan lowers your body to the bed, standing up slowly after to look you over up and down with animalistic intentions. He kneels down before you on the floor and grabs your legs, sliding your lower hand towards his face.
You begin to undo the button and zipper on your own jeans but instantly feel Halfdan slapping your hands away with a frown on his face. "No, sweetheart, let me."
Your head falls to the bed at the instruction and lift your hips up as the materiel is slid away and off of your legs, Halfdan letting out an almost inaudible groan at the sight of your skin. Your pants are thrown to the side quickly before he tickles his fingers up your thighs causing a heavy breath to escape you.
"Please..." you whimper and sit up for a moment just to take and throw your shirt off.
Underwear come off next and as you relax on the bed you spread your legs slowly, shyly. Beard is the first thing you feel as Halfdan nuzzles your inner thigh, his head traveling further up your legs with small, short kisses placed on your skin.
Halfdan takes his time with teasing you. A nip here and there to extract a back arch and moan, silently pleading with a roll of your hips to meet his touch more. You're almost to the point of begging for his tongue before you let out a loud, animalistic moan.
His tongue finds your swollen clit just in time as Halfdan wraps his hands around your legs, moving each one up to his shoulders as he gets comfortable to eat your dripping pussy.
Your eyes close and fingers grip the comforter, toes spreading in pleasure as you arch your back and plead for him to continue exploring you and he does just that.
His tongue circles your clit a few times before he moves to your inner lips, slowly going down further until you can feel his tongue actually enter you, going in and out as he tastes you fully. It's a brilliant sensation that sends a tingle down your spine as you move your head to look down and meet his brown eyes.
He watches you watch him as he eats you out and you're sure you can see a small smirk on his face. He groans and moans softly as he watches you lay your head back down on the bed, sucking your clit gently.
"Fuck me... now, Halfdan. Fill me." You beg now without abandon. You need this strange bartender in the most physical and intimate sense.
Halfdan immediately stands up and you watch him undress quickly, sensing his desperation to be inside of you as well. Shirt off and it reveals a slim and pale stomach. Pants off and you see the erection fighting his boxer-briefs. Your hand goes down to rub your swollen and aching clit, watching him undress completely until Halfdan is on top of you, looking you straight in the eyes.
"Tell me again... how you need me." He whispers, the scent of you all over his beard and mouth and you roll your hips up once more to his leaking dick.
"Halfdan," you mewl, "I need you. To fuck me right now, so bad baby. So bad."
Immediately he thrusts inside of you, pain at first but pleasure overtakes the stretching around him. His head falls to your collarbone and Halfdan moans.
"Holy shit.... God you're warm. Such a good girl." He growls and bites the skin on your neck, beginning to fuck you roughly without a certain pace.
You have to smile at the comical nickname and decide to scratch your nails up his smooth back and your name is emitted from his mouth followed by a series of "Fuck"s. His hand holds your hip while the other rests above your head as Halfdan looks up and into your eyes.
"Say my name... Please." He whimpers and the sudden vulnerability from this man makes you breathe in deeply.
Your ex only fucked you as a piece of meat, a toy to which his own dick could use and toss away once he came.
Halfdan, though, Halfdan wanted you and you could feel it. You wrap your legs around his ass and drive him balls deep into your pussy, holding him there for a second before he swivels his hips to hit the most precious spot inside of you.
"Halfdan!" The word he wanted and your legs slam down to the bed, head thrown back as he drives into you deep again and again.
"Wanted you all night long," he confesses between grunts, "so fucking pretty. So wet. I want you to cum for me."
You lick your lips in a frenzy before gripping your nails into the skin on Halfdan's back, sighing out a huffing moan. You can feel you're close, you'd never felt like this before with him... the ex.
Walls clenching, sweating from both of you and Halfdan swearing your name like Christ's, you feel a tightening in your pussy, hands gripping his back with the life of you. "Halfdan.... I can't, I'm gonna-"
"Good girl. Pretty woman, cum for me. All over me."
His silly pet names drive you crazy and you do. You cum with intensity all around his penetrating dick, clit swollen with pleasure as your fingers rub over it to ride out your high.
But what about him?
"Halfdan... fill me up. Cum inside me, now." And your teeth find his neck again, biting and sucking to leave a pretty purple mark. You wouldn't be opposed to swallowing his load but tonight you want to feel every last drop this man can do to you.
"Oh, fuck.... gonna cum.... right into your sweet pussy." Halfdans voice is raspy with fuck and you can feel him cum inside you. With a final thrust he buries himself balls deep into your pussy, letting his cum fill you up and leak out around his dick.
He stays there for a moment, pumping in and out in shallow, feverish thrusts. Your name spills from his lips before he pulls out and rolls off of you, settling beside you.
Panting breaths are all that fill the empty space above your heads and Halfdan struggles with the comforter. He rips it out from under your body, throws the blanket over both of you and nestles in beside you.
"Stay or leave. It's up to you, but, I want you to know that I'd love to see you again. And again. And again." He laughs and kisses you gently.
The last thing you hear before drifting off into the safety of sleep is Halfdan snoring quietly into your ear, his arm slung across your side.
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Bjorn’s test was brutal
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Pillowtalk #1 [Halfdan]
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AN: I can't remember much about this scene but I think it's meant to show how much Hilde cares for Halfdan regardless of how she acts.. and also her extreme distaste for Björn.
Hilde stretched out her body and frowned when she realized she couldn't turn away from Halfdan's chest. Another body behind her laid curled along her backside, hand on her breast. She patted Halfdan's chest to wake him. He cracked open his eyes with a smile.
She pecked his cheek before pushing up. Bjorn's hand slipped from her chest to her hip. "I feel... crusty." She frowned, shoving the hand completely off her.
Halfdan barked out a laugh that woke Bjorn. They both watched as he turned over onto his back and promptly fell out of the bed. Hilde cackled, sliding to plant her feet on the floor -- around Bjorn. She sat on his chest as he tried to get his breath back, pulling his beard to make him look at her.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Bjorn?" The dried cum on her legs flaked off, sticking to his skin. "Because if you tell another soul about this, it will not happen again regardless of how much Halfdan begs."
Bjorn winced at her roughness. "Bold words for a woman who was cumming on my dick last night." He hissed in pain as she gave him another tug.
"It should not surprise me that you feel like I am a conquest that you conquered." She turned his head, pushing it against the wooden floorboards until he was clenching his jaw in pain. "I allowed you to enter my bed. I allowed you to eat my pussy. I allowed you to fuck my pussy. I allowed you to cum, Bjorn."
"Do you know why? Because Halfdan rarely asks things from me." She leaned low, whispering the next threatening line into his ear. "No man may be able to touch you but the dark gods have always favored me." She sat back up, giving his cheek a pat.
"I think she is beginning to like you." He commented, a smile plastered on his face. "She threatened me the first time, too."
Hilde sighed, crawling back up on the bed to Halfdan. "I liked you before the first time, husband. I would not have let you touch me otherwise."
Halfdan pulled her close, kissing her cheek. "You held a knife to my throat, wife, for what was it? 'Gazing too longingly at you'."
"And for sticking your finger somewhere it did not have permission to go." She teased, relaxing against him.
Bjorn popped up from the floor, brushing his chest off. "You said as long as I don't speak about this, it happens again?"
Hilde and Halfdan shared a look between each other. A silent conversation traded back and forth between their eyes until Hilde held out her hand for Bjorn.
"Should Halfdan ask again... I am not taking both of you at the same time." She helped Bjorn back onto the bed, allowing him to snuggle up to her side. His hands wrapped around her waist while Halfdan's remained on her shoulders.
"It's only polite that guests go first, Hilde." Halfdan teased, kissing the top of her head.
"Have I ever been polite with Bjorn?" She mused, glancing at the bulky man against her backside.
"You said she was sweet once you wore her out." Bjorn huffed.
"It speaks to your skill, Bjorn. Perhaps you should practice with some thralls." Hilde placed a chaste kiss on Halfdan's chest.
Halfdan let out loud laugh, "How can any man resist such a sharp tongue? It reminds me of battle."
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Kaeya Alberich (Masterlist)
Under the Kaeya Lore (On Crack) Series in AO3
Disclaimer: My fics may or may not make you cry
PS. Will contain a shit ton of Ragbros content
With Betrayal Comes Punishment - My First Genshin Fanfic
Set after the events of 3.5 Caribert Quest, did I kill Kaeya in this? Who knows ehe~
A chance to let it all out - Pierro visits Mondstadt to have a little chat with Kaeya (don't worry Pierro is good in this)
Final Farewell - Kaeya dies (that's it ehe~) (Roughly based on Halfdan's death scene and Rukkhadevata's farewell to Nahida scene)
For you are a child of Mondstadt - Varka being a parental figure to Kaeya. Set after the fight of April 30th
Where is the Captain? - (multichapter) (ongoing) Kaeya went missing and is kidnapped by the Abyss order
We Want Our Captains Back - The Cavalry came back to Mondstadt
Wine and Memories - Kaeya celebrates Weinlesefest with the people he loves (Post Ragbros Reconciliation)
How Can I? - (multichapter) (ongoing) Kaeya is stuck in a dream and Diluc is there is bring him back to reality
More coming soon...
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Masterlist (Remastered)
For some reason Tumblr won't let me update my old masterlist, so here's a new one!
Ok so, this account is dedicated to fanfictions and this - my first post, will be both an intro and a temporary masterlist! I do take requests for the following. All fanfics unless explicitly stated otherwise are x female reader
I do write smut (probably badly) and if you venture into my blog then on your head be it!
I do write for SPN - I will NEVER write any form of incest (for any fandom) whether they’re bio or adopted siblings - that’s just nasty siblings are siblings
Please feel free to make requests in my inbox! Doesn’t have to be for these guys! Go wild with any character you want
I will write for a character based off of a song!
Reign:
Sebastian Du Poitiers
The Falls
Mary Queen of Scots
(More to come?)
The 100
Lexa
Bellamy
Clarke
TVD/TO
Malachi (Kai) Parker
Elijah Mikaelson
Klaus Mikaelson
Bonnie Bennette
Rebekah Mikaelson
Marcel Gerard
Vikings
Ivar ‘The Boneless’ Ragnanrsson
Hvitserk Ragnarsson
Halfdan ‘The Black’
Ubba Ragnarsson
Lagertha
Supernatural
Jack Kline
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Gabriel
American Horror Story
Michael Langdon
(I will not be writing James March, Richard Ramirez or Charles Montgomary or any others based off of real killers (to the best of my knowledge) my morals might be loose - but they’re not that loose!)
(More to come)
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