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FGO Valkyries: SFW And NSFW
CodeGurren2018 on AO3 asked:
Hello and good day, I would like to make a request. Please let me know if I did anything wrong.
Fate/Grand Order (Valkyries): SFW and NSFW for Ortlinde, Hildr and Thrud. A description of them from their Master’s point of view. One for how each of them behaves as a girlfriend and one for how each of them behaves during sex. Optional: For the latter, a list of positions that each of them like to do.
Thank you for your time and have a good day.
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Ortlinde
SFW
Ortlinde, as a girlfriend is someone who shows her affection in way’s aside from words or with touch.
She is a quiet girl, but her way of love speaks extremely loud.
For her, that is doing things for you.
If you mention wanting to sleep in a little longer, she will find a way for you to do that.
If you offhandedly comment on something that you dislike she will ensure that thing is not in your presence where she can.
That all being said, be sure to tell her how much you value her, to tell her how much you love her.
After all, Ortlinde doesn’t show her emotions all that often, but telling her things like that?
It will make her light up like a christmas tree.
She loves it, she loves your praise more than anything.
To her it shows her that her love is reciprocated, and that you hold her in high regard.
As for how Ortlinde prefers to be loved?
That is simple, she wants to be held close to you, to feel your heartbeat, and to hear you whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
The fact that this always gets her at least a little riled up is just a bonus.
NSFW
In the bedroom, Ortlinde is decidedly more… aggressive with her affections, especially when her blood really gets going.
She is also a great deal more vocal, especially when a stay hand manages to grasp her breast.
The sounds she makes…
Well… it's not hard to imagine what a choir of angels would sound like.
Unfortunately, the pace Ortlinde sets makes it hard for you to hear that sound.
For Ortlinde being on top or bottom doesn’t matter, either way she’s going to be sure that she is satisfied, and you have the most wonderful time of your life.
The warmth of her body, her usually stone faced demeanor changed into the very definition of sexual bliss, the sound she makes, the exertion of the act, the way she does everything she knows of to make you drown in pleasure and so she can see that in your eyes…
For her, it makes the climax all the better.
One could assume that’s why she loves positions where she can see your face the most.
A few of her favorites are the rocking horse, a modified missionary, and the one she enjoys the most simply because of how it makes her feel, the mating press.
Hildr
SFW
Hildr, as a girlfriend, is extremely forward with her affection.
She constantly says she loves you and crushes you into hugs no matter where you two are.
Her way of love leaves no doubt of what her feelings are.
If you feel over stressed she will hold you until you are calm.
If sadness begins to take you she will do her damndest to cheer you up.
That being said, for her the love she greatly desires is to be held.
After all, to Hildr there are few expressions of love more pure than that of physical affection.
Yet, Hildr is the type of girl to glow red from her affection being reciprocated, or even having the same affection given to her.
Maybe that’s why she loves it all so much, she likes to feel protected.
Or she’s just a bottom.
Maybe both, who knows.
Spoiler, you do.
NSFW
Hildr is a complete mess in the bed.
She is constantly stumbling over herself and blushing like mad.
The word that comes to mind for her is overeager.
She is desperate to show you her love, but she is just as desperate to release everything that's building up inside of her.
Not to mention no matter how often she does this with you, she always acts like it's the first time.
She’s unsure what to do, but she’s also whining for release.
A release that she is desperate for you to give to her.
But she also doesn’t want you to see her lose it all to pleasure.
So, after a bit of… experimenting…
She knew what her favorite positions were.
Downward dog and Flatiron being her favorites amongst them.
Thrud
SFW
Thrud as a girlfriend, is someone who puts an incredible amount of weight behind her words.
Whatever she says to you, she leaves no doubt that she means it.
For her, to put emotions into words and the effort it takes is beautiful to her.
To say or write something and it somehow fully explains her feelings about you.
That type of love is the type she feels the most joy from giving to you.
To give you the most beautiful feelings she has to you.
That is the way she loves.
As for the love she enjoys receiving?
Well… she’s always been partial to cuddling.
And sure, she’s always loved being the protector.
But sometimes?
Everyone just wants to be held.
NSFW
In bed, Thrud likes to take things slow and sensual.
Setting a pace where the both of you hover between the pleasure of love and the madness of climax.
She likes to have you feel her, all of her, every piece of her.
However, she’ll never admit it.
So when you gently feather her breast with the ghost of a touch and she lets out a moan, you know what has to be done.
Thrud has a handful of positions she enjoys, however by far her favorite is spooning, or as she has labeled it, cuddle sex.
She simply enjoy the intimacy of it
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Advise (Warrior of the Source 8)
Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader, Reader x Original Characters (Platonic/Family), Reader x Greek Gods/Goddesses!Characters
Words: 2,222 words
Warnings: Mention of suicidal thoughts
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You heard quiet murmurs before quiet steps surrounded you. A gentle pat on your cheek had you blinking your eyes opened before you came face to face with shockingly familiar green eyes and you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Long time no see, Warrior of Anemone,” the voice belonging to those eyes stated as you sat up, glancing around the area you were in. “Seems like you already forgotten who we are.”
“Surprising, since she is the one that knows the myth so well,” another voice spoke and your eyes shifted towards her, meeting gray eyes. “But then again, she is tired.”
“And a foolish Goddess!” hissed another and you winced at the statement before you were pushing yourself to your feet.
“She is not foolish, Hildr,” scowled the first voice. “She would have fallen tired regardless of having a lover or not. Using an ability twice after years of not using it can cause anyway to fall ill. She is not ill, however.”
“But it is worse when one is a Warrior and doesn’t have a lover, isn’t it?” The third voice, Hildr, challenged and your eyes drifted to the first who raised an eyebrow at her.
“She won’t fall to the darkness. The innocence within her is far greater than that, even with a possible lover within her reach,” the second added and you glanced at her.
“What? Who?” You spoke up and you shifted on your feet as the three looked at you. “You can’t tell, can you?”
“You do remember us.”
“I do,” you nodded, “Warrior of the Oak Tree, Holly Tree, and Chamomile.”
The Warrior of the Oak Tree – Amoxtli – smiled, tilting her head to the side in thought.
“While the cub is a possible lover, there is one closer of age and is training alongside you. Someone you least expect. That is all we can say,” Amoxtli stated and you found yourself furrowing your eyebrows.
There were many training alongside you that you wouldn’t expect would be your lover. You only spoke to two of them, one more willing than the other.
“Darya says they’re beginning to worry,” Terese, the Warrior of Chamomile, stated and Amoxtli nodded.
“It would be wise to start waking, dear girl. Be cautious when training and remember. One is closer than you think,” Amoxtli spoke and you nodded.
You blinked your eyes open to feel a hand upon your forehead and Hades looming over you.
“I’m not ill,” you spoke softly and his eyes flickered to yours. “Just tired. Promise.”
“Y/N, how after do you use those abilities?” Pierre questioned as Hades helped you up.
“I’ve used it one other time,” you spoke and Hades scowled.
“You honestly expect her to have used it at all before today? You’re lucky she didn’t fall ill!”
While everyone seemed to suddenly start talking around you, your eyes danced across those bearing witness and standing around, looking bored. Their names came to your mind naturally.
Your eyes soon land on Dark whose eyes met yours with a glare and, for the first time since meeting him, you found yourself shifting on your feet and directing your eyes elsewhere.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Bellatrix asked gently and you lifted your eyes to hers. “Dear?”
“Just tired, Auntie,” you promised and she nodded. “Can I?”
“Yeah. André, can you take her?”
“Of course, ma’am,” André bowed before leading you out of the room.
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“You want to what? Y/N, is that wise?” Bellatrix looked at you and you shifted on your feet.
“I need my library, Auntie, and I’m the only one willing to have them there. It also allows us to keep watch over the cities while we do this. He’ll-”
“-go for the Monstres first, I know,” she sighed, rubbing her face. “And, of course, it’s wise. I just-”
“We’re Warriors, Auntie.”
You watched as your aunt shook her head at the statement before sighing once more.
“You are correct. You always are. I’ll tell the others.”
“I can talk to Dark?” You offered and she raised an eyebrow. “I know sissy told you.”
“Be cautious, Y/N.”
“Always am.”
“I know.”
You watched her shake her head before waving you off and you took your leave. Trusting the same ability as before, you began to travel where Dark was, knocking upon the door once there.
There was a hissed command before the door swung opening, reveling one of the many entities here – Dr. Iplier.
His eyes dropped to yours for a second before he was walking past you, leaving you in the open doorway.
“What do you want, Goddess?”
You glanced back at the retreating doctor before stepping into the room, ignoring the annoyed look that came with it.
“We’re moving locations,” you spoke and Dark scoffed at the statement, walking towards his desk. “You and your people can stay here but you won’t be able to fetch Wilford.”
Unlike yesterday, you met his glare with a look that dared him to challenge you.
“Where is the location?”
“My place. I need my library and it allows the rest of us to make sure our people aren’t affected by what’s going on,” you answered. “If you wish to join us, I’ll be waiting in the meeting room.”
“Just you?”
“Auntie went to tell the others. Some may stay behind to help me but that’s about it. Once at my place, I’ll be the only God that’s around 24/7.”
Another scoff left his lips and you tilted your head as you watched him for a second before letting out a soft hum.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Receiving the expected silent response, you glanced at Dark once more before making your way to the meeting room. A sigh left your lips as you rubbed the back of your neck, your mind drifting back to the words of the Warriors of the Past.
“You alright, Y/N?”
Your eyes lifted to your cousin’s, watching as a slight frown came to her lips before she glanced towards your sister who shrugged in response.
You haven’t been speaking to them like you once would but you couldn’t find the words to do so, especially after yesterday. You heard two things from the Warriors that you couldn’t explain. One had said that you were too innocent to succumb to the darkness while another said that a possible lover was within reach and the one you least expected. You didn’t expect any of them. How would you least expect one of them after that?
“I can’t believe you’re doing this, Y/N,” Jean-Louis spoke up and you looked at him. “I think it’s a bad idea. Wouldn’t they expect you to want your library?”
“Whether they expect it or not, I need it. I can only disappear to Dark’s for so long before it starts affecting me and there are books in mine that I need that Dark doesn’t have.”
“That’s pretty impressive to hear, doll,” Anti’s voice cut into the room and you glanced over your shoulder to see him along with the others. “Four Gods needed to take us to your place?”
“More like a precautious. While mama is beginning to understand what Y/N is saying, Hades isn’t very fond of the idea,” Juliette answered. “Y/N would feel overwhelmed if it was anyone else helping her.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” Dark muttered and you shifted on your feet, glancing at the others who shrugged. “What?”
“In order to take you there, we have to touch you, on the shoulder. While Angel and I are considered major Gods, we no longer have the ability to just snap and teleport everyone,” you explained. “And it’s best for you to hold hands or something like that so that we can take more than two people.”
“You’re kidding,” Dark deadpanned and you shrugged.
“Sorry.”
You heard him grumble under his breath as he and others followed directions. You glanced at the others once more, watching as they touched the shoulders of a few before you touched Dark’s, teleporting him and whoever he was holding onto to your place.
“What room is this, doll?” Anti questioned as he looked around.
“Many would call this a throne room,” Makaria spoke as she stepped up to stand beside Jean-Louis.
“But Lady Y/N have always considered everyone as her equal. This is her Main Hall.” Your daemon second command, Maxence, bowed and you scrunched your nose. “Lady Bellatrix forewarned me of the plans, Lady Y/N, and I already made sure the rooms were ready.”
“Thank you, Maxence.”
“I’ve also emailed you the norm and made an announcement to the people of Noir about the arrangements but nothing stating why,” he continued and you nodded. “Staff is ready to deal with whatever shall happen with our guests and warning signs have been placed around the River in case they travel down that way.”
“You exceed expectations, Maxence. Take a break,” you spoke and he bowed with a smile playing on his lips.
“Would expect nothing less than that, milady. I shall do as you suggest.”
You watched as he turned to walk out of the Main Hall before a question came to mind.
“Maxence-”
“Organized and clean it this morning. Your library awaits you.” Maxence shot a grin over his shoulder before walking out of the Hall.
“Seriously need you to interview people for me, Y/N/N. I wish my second command did all that,” Makaria sighed softly.
“It comes with treating everyone equally,” Angel butted in. “Everyone willing does everything she needs done because she treats them equally.”
“Has Auntie said whether or not she wants our army to start training?” You questioned, looking towards your sister who shook her head. “Let me know when she does and I’ll help.”
“I got André and Pierre now, sis. Don’t worry about it,” Angel nodded before her eyes glanced around. “I need to get going. Sins are demanding some training and you have some reading to do. Don’t hesitate to call.”
“Same goes here, cousin,” Jean-Louis added and Juliette agreed before you were waving them off and waving another servant towards you.
“Show them to their rooms, please, and make sure you and the others tend to their needs, please,” you spoke, watching as she nodded before you nodded, glancing at your newfound guests. You found yourself meeting Dark’s glare before turning and heading towards your library.
~
“Do you ever sleep, doll?”
Your eyes lifted from the book on your table to meet the glitching entity’s before shrugging, turning the page.
“What are you doing?”
“Studying,” you answered, looking at the page before standing from the chair and walking over to one of your bookshelves. “What do you need, Anti?”
“Nothing to do, doll. Thought to come see you,” he answered and you glanced towards him before plucking a book from the shelf. “What are you studying?”
“Battle strategies, the Monstres, and everything else that’s important.” You flipped through the pages, pursing your lips before putting it back. “Where is it?”
“Anti, what are you doing in here?” Dark’s voice drifted into the room and you glanced over your shoulder once more. “What are you looking at?”
“Careful what you say, Dark. My people aren’t afraid to attack you,” you muttered, grabbing another book and moved back to the table. “Did I leave it at Auntie’s?” Your eyes flirted over your bookshelves before a sigh left your lips. “Maybe it’s in my room.”
“Looking for a certain book?” Anti questioned, ignoring Dark’s annoyance. “Maybe I can find something about it.”
“You won’t,” you spoke, shaking your head. “It’s one of a kind and it’s a miracle I have it. It’s somewhere between homes.”
“Only historical books are one of a kind,” Dark deadpanned and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Luckily, this book is. It was written by Warriors of the Past.”
“Warriors of the Past,” he scoffed. “You’re telling me that there are Warriors of the Past. That’s idiotic.”
“Maybe but it happened,” you hummed, looking down at the opened books. “It was mainly written by the first-ever Warriors. The Source spoke directly to them at the time because they didn’t have anyone to guide them like we do now.”
“What weren’t you the first?” Anti asked curiously and you looked over at him. “Wouldn’t it make sense for Gods to be the first and last?”
“Because some of us weren’t born yet. A majority of us, actually,” you started, “The French Pantheon wasn’t created until about 1000 BC and even then, Isabelle, Jackie, and Emma weren’t born yet.”
“You have things to do, Anti,” Dark demanded and you looked up at the two, watching Anti stare at Dark for a moment before rolling his eyes and disappearing on the spot. “When is the next training?”
“Most likely tomorrow,” you answered, looking at him for a second before looking back down at your books. “Feel free to read anything here. Just put it back where you found it when you’re done and there won’t be any issues.”
“Issues,” Dark deadpanned and you smiled softly.
“Books are the only reason we are still alive today, Dark. If it weren’t for them, I would have given up my life long ago and throw off the balance the Source is desperate to keep. So, please, treat my books nicely. They mean the world to me.”
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Give Me Love
A/N: I must confess that I love receiving this request and I loved even more writing it! Halfdan deserves some love too! 🖤 Do you know those years that Ragnar simply disappeared and we still don't know what he did meanwhile? Well, I thought about something.
Gif belongs to: @sikanapanele
Requested by anonymous: Could i request an imagine from Vikings? Ragnar's ex wife and queen of Sweden(the reader) meets and falls in love with Halfdan but she makes him work for her trust, since she has kids
Pairing: Halfdan the Black x Queen!Reader.
Warnings: Harald is a vicious snake and impresses no one. Angst (shout out to the mothers, this may be triggering) and fluff.
Words: 2,005.
You were getting tired to hear Harald's endless speech. It was leaving you nauseous. You just want him to go away of your kingdom. But there was him, talking non stop, defending the idea of the other viking realms to join him in this stupid idea of getting vengeance upon Ivar.
You waited patiently for him to stop talking and when he did you took a deep breath before talking.
“Let me see if I understand you, Harald,” you said and watched with amusement a clearly irritation wave passing on his bright blue eyes. You didn't call him by his title. And considering that he worked really hard to get that horrible crown on his head, he wanted everyone talking to him using the word King, like if it was part of his name.
“You came into my kingdom, I offer you the best stay as possible, for you to dare to propose me such a thing?” you continued drinking mead from your golden cup.
“Yes, I know that must be hard for you considering that you were his father's…” a wicked grin appeared on his lips as he watched you intensely.
“Wife. Yes, I was Ragnar’s third and last wife. Do you have problems with this?” you asked holding your cup tighter, just like you wanted to do with Harald's throat.
“No but-”
“That’s what I thought. So Harald, I already made up my mind,” you said.
“Then tell me, Queen Y/N,” he said emphasizing the word queen.
“I’d gladly lead my man to support such a noble man like you, Harald Finehair,” you said trying hard not to laugh at your own words. “However, I wouldn't be able to harm any Ragnarsson. I owe this to their father, I won't betray my husband after his death. I know he's watching me from Valhalla and I'm sure that my decision brings a smile to his face. And this is my final decision and I won't reconsider it,” you said firmly.
How dared him? Come to your kingdom, abuse your hospitality, to ask such a shameless and filthy thing.
You knew that this may implied that he would seek vengeance upon you as well, but honestly, you couldn't care less. If that ever happened, you'd gladly leader your men to defend Sweden.
“I knew it, I fuck-” he interrupted his own words.
You stood up from your throne and slowly made your way towards him. Once you were face to face to him, you said, “Choose your words wisely, Harald.” The threat, clear as water, in your tone.
“I’m sorry, Queen Y/N. Even so I'd like to thank you for your hospitality. I'll leave your kingdom tomorrow morning,” he said. Harald knew better than to wake up your fury.
“No need to hurry, take all the time you need for your departure. Now if you excuse me,” you said and he left you alone.
“Finally,” you said to yourself and took your crown off.
You headed to your room and left your crown there. Beautiful or not, you just wore it when it was needed.
You went to your children's room but they, or even the women that take care of them, weren't there.
“Dora, where are my children? By the time they were supposed to be sleeping,” you said trying to stay calm.
Your mind pictured your boys under Harald's evil hands. But you relaxed a little knowing that he couldn't make this that fast.
“I don't know my Queen, I came to say to Hildr and Guðr that I'd put them to sleep but I found their room just like this, empty. I was waiting for you to finish the audience with King Harald to talk to you,” she said already trembling fearing your reaction.
“You should've interrupt us! My children are most important than everything, I hope you have this in mind from now on!” you said in a low and deadly tone.
“Yes, my Queen. I-i am sorry,” she said with tears forming in her eyes.
You didn't mean to hurt her, really. Dora was at your side from the very first moment you putted that stupid crown in your head, showing you a blind loyalty. She would do anything for you and your children. You'd apologize with her, but not now. Now you need to find your children.
“Kára, Sigrún I want all my shieldmaidens looking for my children at every place of Sweden, now!” you roared the last part desperate to find your sons.
You mounted a horse and went looking for them as well. You and your shieldmaidens looked at every place of your kingdom and yet no signs of your children.
You were so desperate, so scared, at this moment. You could already feel the tears threatening to fall off of your eyes. Your heart hammering in your chest in pure fear. Your sons. Beowulf and Reginleif. Your boy and girl.
Before you could notice you were yelling in pure fear, sadness and frustration. You would do anything to have them both in your arms again. Anything.
You begged to the Gods, for they guide them back to you safe and sound. It was all you wanted.
You were on the Great Hall, walking around the room non stop, you were so nervous that you stopped looking for them, because you were with your eyes swollen and clearly incapable of thinking coherently. But obviously you made sure to send all of your shieldmaidens to look up for them. Some men even offered themselves to help looking for them as well and you couldn't thank them enough.
It was late when the door of the Great Hall was opened and no one else than Halfdan came inside. He was carrying Reginleif in his arms and Beowulf was walking at his side excitedly while talking to him.
“Where did you took my children?” you roared at him.
“Mommy!” Beowulf said and hugged your legs.
You hugged him tightly and covered him with kisses.
“Give me my daughter, now!” you said between clenched teeth.
“Y/N, I can-”
“No you can't! Where did you took them? Where? I'll fucking kill you if one of them is bruised, are you listen to me?” you said interrupting Halfdan.
You took Reginleif in your arms and cried while inhaling her scent. She was just a baby, she was two years old.
You gave her to Dora and she guided her to the room she shared with her brother.
“Y/N, you need to listen to me!” Halfdan said.
“No! You have to listen to me! How dare you took my children away from me?” you said while you slammed him against the nearest wall.
Halfdan could be stronger and taller, but you were sure faster. You caught him off guard and he didn't even notice your moves before he was against the wall with a dagger pressed against his throat.
“Slow down, Y/N,” he said.
“Mommy, don't do this! Mommy!” Beowulf screamed to get your attention.
Once you were looking at him with the dagger pressed harder against Halfdan's throat, guaranteeing him to not make a move, you said, “What it's now, Beowulf?”
“It’s my fault, mommy. I'm sorry,” he said looking at the floor and playing with his clothes just like he did when he was ashamed.
“What it's your fault, babe? Tell mommy,” you encouraged him.
“I was missing father… I went running from Hildr and I ended up in the woods. I was lost mommy, I'm sorry,” he said.
You let your dagger fall from your hand and you ran towards him and knelt in front of him and took his body in a tight embrace.
“It’s okay, my heart. I'm here now,” you said caressing his blonde hair and kissing his cheeks.
“I miss him, mommy. I miss him so much,” he said between sobs.
“Shhh, don't cry. Your father is watching you from Valhalla, it's okay, it's everything okay,” you said.
Once he was calmer, he continued talking. “Reginleif followed me and we were lost and alone until Halfdan came. He defended us, mommy. There was a wolf and he wanted to eat us, but Halfdan didn't let him,”
You looked at Halfdan and he just nodded and you got lost on his dark brown eyes.
“Will you punish me, mommy?” Beowulf asked.
“I should, but I won't. I was so worried with you and your sister, I thought…” you said closing your eyes. You didn't even want to think about what could have happened to your children if Halfdan wasn't there.
“Now go to sleep, my heart. I have to talk to Halfdan now,” you said kissing Beowulf's forehead once again.
“Thank you, Halfdan,” Beowulf said and went hug Halfdan.
“It was nothing, little king. Now go and obey your mom,” he said.
Beowulf smiled and ran towards his room, leaving you alone with Halfdan.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
“It’s okay, you were worried. I understand that,” he said and caressed your cheeks lightly.
Since Harald and Halfdan came to Sweden, you found yourself really close to Halfdan. What started as you welcoming them, quickly turned into him falling for you. And you trying to deny and suppress your feelings for him. You felt like that could offend Ragnar somehow. And obviously there was the fear. What if you loved him and ended up losing him? Just like what happened to Ragnar? No, you couldn't take another strike from that force ever again.
But now, you were standing in the front of Halfdan the Black, feared warrior and savior of your children. And you owed him your own life.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, I-i war so scared, so worried,” you said hugging him.
Halfdan hugged you and kissed your hair. “I have already said, and I'll repeat. I'd give my life for you, if this means that you'll be safe. I'm just including your children in this vow,” he said.
You looked at him and found nothing but true in his eyes. He meant it. And you didn't doubt him.
You smiled to him and he simply felt his heart pounding in his chest, he guided his hands to the back of your neck and touched your lips with his own for the very first time.
And you felt your heart overflowing with passion and admiration. How were you trying to fool? He conquered your heart just being himself, respecting you, making you laugh, bringing flowers to you, and now, saving your children from a bloody death.
You kissed him like you meant it, you reached for his bottom lip and licked it slowly, asking for permission that he gladly gave it to you. Your tongues met and and danced around each other, tasting, exploring, lusting.
You broke the kiss when you felt your lungs screaming in protest, but even so his hands didn't leave your hips. You giggled against his lips.
“I was afraid,” you said looking at him.
He cupped your face with both hands and caressed your cheeks while saying, “I’m not like my brother. I don't seek for power, treasures or enemies. I was seeking for a lifemate, someone who I can trust with my eyes closed, someone that I'd give my own life to protect if it's needed. And I'm so happy to say that I found everything and more that I was looking for within you. I'm so happy that the Gods gifted me with you. I love you, Y/N,”
If it was literally any other person saying you such a thing, you'd laugh at his face, you'd know that he was lying. But Halfdan? All you saw in his eyes was true. He loved you. He truly did.
If he loved you, if he loved your children, how could that possibly offend Ragnar? He was probably feasting right now the fact that you were finally moving on, finally living your life.
“I love you, Halfdan,” you said.
You never said something being so sure.
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