#hvitserk ragnarsson one shot
Note
Hi sweetheart, please can u write a fic smut where ivar is the king of kattegat but his throne is usurped by is brother hvitserk. Hvitserk takes ivar's wife for himself e keep ivar in the cells. A night hvitserk takes y/n (reader) in a chambers near the cells, he forced her to have sex whit him to make sure ivar hear her moan. That is a little bit dark, but i wish u will still write this <333
Warnings: Language, Violence, and Blackmail Smut
Hvitserk sat outside his brother's cell while leaning against the wall. He had his head cast back as he looked up at the ceiling. He recalled what happened earlier and began to smile.
"Just know that I'm taking good care of her Ivar. Didn't you hear?" He asked as he looked over to where his brother was hunched over in defeat. A look he won’t soon forget. What he said got to Ivar as he crawled quickly and reached his hand through the bars but couldn't reach his brother.
"She's my wife," Ivar seethed as spit flew out of his mouth.
"Your wife, our wife, my wife. These titles can be so confusing. She's the queen though. Wife to the king and that's me. So I'm entitled to have her."
"If you hurt her I'll kill you with my bare hands."
Hvitserk narrowed his brows in mock confusion. "Did it sound like I was hurting her? I was only doing what she was asking. I'm only doing what you couldn't." Hvitserk let silence take over in the cells before continuing. "Hasn't she always wished for a baby?"
Ivar quickly turned to stare at his brother.
Hvitserk stood up ready to take his leave. "She may hate me now but she loves this," Hvitserk emphasized gripping his covered cock through his trousers. "My shit works. The first part of your punishment is to listen to all the sounds I can have her make. The second part is watching as I fuck your wife.”
Ivar banged his hands against the bars in frustration.
“Don’t you touch her.” Hvitserk ignored his brother as he made his way out of the room. “Do you hear me, Hvitserk! Stay away or I swear I’ll skin you alive once I’m free! Hvitserk!”
Hvitserk reveled in hearing his brother’s tortured screams down in his cells but he’d enjoy it, even more, knowing what he was about to do.
When the guards brought you into the room with Hvitserk and locked it you knew what he planned to do. This quarter was the closest chamber to the cells below. Ivar would hear it all.
He began to untie the laces to his trousers while watching your reaction.
“Still wet for me baby?” He smirked enjoying teasing you. No one had ever spoken to you so crudely before. You couldn’t contain your anger at the disrespect so you marched over to him and slapped him as hard as you could.
The sound resonated in the rather quiet room. All the confidence you had dissipated once you did it. He had his head turned but slowly faced you.
“That’s one way to get me riled up.”
You saw his hand moving and looked down to see he was actually stroking his cock. The wet sounds got more intense as you stared down at him growing harder and bigger. It was impressive and you hated to admit that you actually enjoyed having him inside you.
“I got you off this morning. No more, Hvitserk.”
He squinted his eyes at you in scrutiny.
“You seem to think you have a choice. You either suck me or I’ll have my men cut pieces of Ivar to convince you otherwise.”
He spoke as he continued to stroke himself. He was speaking the truth. You knew years ago you would’ve thought he was bluffing but after he cut off Björn’s hand and Ubbe’s ear, he was serious. This wasn’t the same Hvitserk everyone was used to. He was ruthless. He enjoyed causing pain to others, especially his brothers. He collected his brother’s cut body parts and kept them as trophies.
That was why you did as he said. Whether it was sucking his cock, having him eat you out, or letting him fuck you, it was all to keep Ivar from being one of those said trophies.
You hated Hvitserk but you dare not tell him that some of the things he did to your body made you feel another way. It was pleasurable but no doubt you felt dirty. You were married to Ivar, he had your heart.
You never once thought of Hvitserk as a threat but after years of losing people he loves and Ivar’s constant persuasion over everyone, something awakened in him.
You reluctantly dropped down to your knees and looked up at him. He was smiling at you reveling in the position he was putting you in. You shakily brought your hands up to his cock and began to stroke him in your hands. He brought his hand behind your head to bring you closer but you swatted it away making him laugh.
You took a deep breath trying to relax as much as you could before bringing your mouth closer. As soon as your lips wrapped around him he began to groan in pleasure. That went on for a while, you stroking and sucking him while he groaned.
“If only Ivar can see you. His queen on her knees for her new king.”
You scraped your teeth against his cock harshly making him hiss out. “Oh, you little bitch.” He pulled you back by your hair. He pulled you up from the floor and brought you eye level with him.
“I’m going to fuck you now and I want you to not hold back on those noises baby girl.”
You scrunched your face up in disgust. He was a sadistic bastard who was getting off on all of this. It was him smiling that irked you while making you do this. That’s when mustered as much strength as you could and slapped him across the face, again, harsher than the first time.
In all the time that he took over as king Hvitserk never physically beat you but you wouldn’t put it past him to perhaps hit you if he was forcing himself on you.
You held your breath in anticipation. He threatened, humiliated, and assaulted you more times than you care to count, even before this. It felt good to finally have a few seconds of the upper hand even if it was only for a few seconds.
He turned from the force of your hit. The smile was gone and the side of his cheek became red from the slap. He turned his head towards you slowly with his eyes becoming darker and more serious.
You took a couple of steps back not knowing how he’ll react. Hvitserk slowly was making his way to you in which you grabbed a candle holder. It wouldn’t do much but anything was better than nothing.
You raised it as he got close and began to swing wildly trying to fend him off for as long as possible. He got hit a couple of times then he finally knocked it out of your hands and bent you over the table in the room.
You tried resisting but he pressed himself to your backside pressing you against the table and his hard body. Then to be an ass he pushed you into the table even more as he moved it all the way into the wall forcing a grunt from your lips.
He lifted your dress over your ass and spanked you hard. He caressed where he hit you and began to soothe his hand over the area.
“You ignite a lot of feelings in me, my queen.”
“I am not, your queen,” you seethed.
He simply chuckled then parted your legs with his foot. “You are my queen. For only a king could fuck you and put you in your place.”
You tried bucking against him to get him away but the act only had the tip of his cock graze against your folds. You both stilled immediately at the contact, both of your bodies sensitive to the other’s touch.
It had been so long since Ivar had touched you intimately so when he got overthrown and Hvitserk began touching you, there were mixed emotions. The pleasure was relieving but there was always that terrible feeling of what you’d just done. He began to tease you and insert the tip before taking it out and repeating the action.
“Please, Hvitserk. I love Ivar. I don’t want to hurt him.” You knew the only reason Hvitserk brought you to this room was so Ivar could hear you in the cells. Hvitserk ignored you and began to gather your hair in one hand while aligning himself in the other.
One thrust and he was buried inside you to the hilt. You whimpered at the contact. Hvitserk pulled your hair back until your neck was exposed. You tried to swallow but you couldn’t with the pressure he was putting on your neck.
As you were focused on trying to free yourself Hvitserk thought it’d be fitting to start thrusting. He wasn’t too gentle and didn’t care if you were comfortable rocking against the hard table.
It went on like this for what seemed to be a good while. Hvitserk would change positions and angles eliciting different sounds from you each time.
“I hate you Hvitserk,” you grunted out as he gave a particularly hard thrust.
“Oh, yeah? Tell me how much you hate me.” He grunted as he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over so you can now face him. Hvitserk looked down at you as sweat began to gather on his forehead. He was panting a bit as he stayed between your shaking legs. He moved your messy hair away from your face as he awaited your answer.
“I hate you’re making me do this.” He thrust again.
“What else?” He asked out of breath as he thrusted harder.
“I hate that you’re doing this just to hurt Ivar.”
Hvitserk ceased his thrusts and really looked at you as you said that. He licked his bottom lip and then leaned down until his lips touched your cheek.
“It’s not just that. I’m doing this cause I actually enjoy it. I’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like to have you and now I know that feeling twice over. Now do me a favor and moan a little louder so the broken cripple can hear you be with a real man.”
He bit the nape of your neck eliciting a particularly loud moan. Being high off of pleasure, the last thing on your mind right now was Ivar down below in the cells hearing what his brother is doing to you.
#Hvitserk#Hvitserk x reader#Hvitserk imagine#hvitserk ragnarsson#Hvitserk drabble#Hvitserk one shot#Hvitserk x female reader#Vikings
145 notes
·
View notes
Text
Character: Many, but this is about Reader and Ivar
Words: 5608
Warning: 18+ if you are too young, please don't read it.
Honey, Honey, Honey and Sex
Summary: Ivar has promised Reader to go honey hunting with her. There is something between them, but neither is sure what, but they soon seem to find out.
Note: Been a long time since I wrote an erotic one-shot, but here we are.
I had long thought about whom to use for this. I choose Ivar. But I think I'll write one for the others too. (Maybe)
I just have too many ideas in my head.
*Note: Sorry, no beta reader
"What a beautiful day" you spoke as you tore open Ivar's room and walked in. A basket full of flowers in your hand. The room was dark and "What, you're still not awake" you say as you looked at the grumbling Ivar, face pressed into the pillow and the blanket pulled over his head. You put the basket on the table and went to the window and, with a flourish, you opened the curtains. The light of the sun flooded the room.
"Get up, you promised me we would hunt honey" as you arrive at the bed, Ivar grumbled again and turned his face to you "Tell me sweetie, how do you hunt honey? I said we were looking for some" he opened one eye and looked at you. "And what in all the gods do you want to walk so early? The honey is still in its place in the afternoon" he asked. You shrug your shoulders. "Only the early people get rewarded" you replied and as you went to grab his blanket he grumbled again.
"Oh come on Ivar, you promised, don't back out now" slowly you walked to the small table and looked at the deceased flowers that were in a vase, on the table. Slightly you shake your head, if you didn't bring Ivar fresh ones from time to time, no flower would ever decorate this room. You change, the bouquet, while you were closely watched by him, you notice his eyes on your back. You put the wilted flowers in the basket and slowly turn to him.
"We could also look for something else first" he spoke softly, you frown, "And what would that be?" you ask in wonder. "Hmm, how close we really are" you let out a short laugh as you grab the end of his blanket and pull it off his body. Blushing slightly as he lay naked in front of you, you throw the blanket back on him. "Forgive me," you say, turning around. "There's nothing to forgive, sweetie," he says, sitting up.
You were uncomfortable, even that he called you sweetie, even if it flattered you inside. You took the basket and slowly walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" he asked in surprise, "I'll wait for you outside until you're dressed. And hurry up, I don't want anything to get in the way. I want my honey today" you smiled slightly as he looked at you with a look of misunderstanding. He tilted his head, "You could help with" - "With what?" - "To dress me" he looked at you with his puppy dog look, but you just shake your head slightly.
"Hurry up, Ivar" - "But it'll be faster if you help me!" he yelled after you as you close the door. You lean against the door and smile broadly. You could hardly escape his charms, but you didn't want to make it too easy for him, after all, you're not like all the other women. You were a virgin, and you wanted the perfect moment for it. "Are you okay?" asked Aslaug, smiling as she walked past you, stroking your shoulder.
You nodded and went after her "He's stubborn, petulant and bad-tempered" you spoke trying to sound a little annoyed, but your smile betrayed you. Aslaug raised her eyebrows, "Hmm, that sounds like my son" she looked at you, and you both laughed. "Come with me, I want to show you something" she spoke and lightly pinched your upper arm. Aslaug was always fair to you, you were a free woman, even if you didn't really know where your path was leading you yet.
One day you wanted to finish swords like your father, but you knew that this craft did not suit you at all. Actually you wanted to be like Aslaug, but you were not born as a princess, but maybe one day you would be lucky and marry a prince. Together with Aslaug, you entered her bedroom, you looked around in amazement, so here she was sleeping and of course Ragnar, whom you always admired. Being here felt like getting closer to them.
"Look, that dress" she pointed to a dark orange dress and smiled at you. You put the basket on the floor, slowly you approached the princess and looked at the dress, it had beautiful embroidery on the collar, sleeves and hem end and the belt was amber. "It's beautiful" you spoke as you slowly stroked your fingers over it "It's yours, I was going to throw it away because it doesn't fit me anymore, but I think it would suit you, and it would be too bad for the dress" you looked at her with widened eyes.
"You're joking, you look just like you did the day you arrived" - "Pregnant?" - "No, no I mean Beautiful and…and…" you say quickly and put a hand in front of your mouth, you were afraid to say anything more that would make you look stupid. But Aslaug just smiled and ran her hand through your hair. "It's alright, if you don't want it then just say so" but again you looked at the dress and lifted it off the bed, as carefully as if it would tear any second.
"It's beautiful, if I may have it, I'll gladly accept your gift" - "Gift?" it came from ivar, as usual, you first looked up where there should be a head, but then you lowered your gaze. "You did it again" you shake your head and blush. Ivar, who was lying on the floor, narrowed his eyes "Of course, I saw it clearly" - "No I didn't" Aslaug started giggling behind you and that made you blush more.
You pressed the dress against your body and hung your head. "I gave her this dress" she spoke and embraced you, she grabbed the dress and held it in front of your body. "Hmm" came it from Ivar "If you would raise your head I could tell you if it looks good" slowly you raised your head, but you had an annoyed look on your face. "Nah, it doesn't look so good, but if you would smile" he said and a soft smile appeared on your face.
"Beautiful" came out of one mouth from Ubba and Ivar, Ivar looked up stunned at his brother who had just appeared in the doorway. "What?" asked Ivar in disbelief "I said Beautiful, look at her, the dress fits her perfectly" The boys started arguing, you rolled your eyes as you heard Aslaug "I told you it would look good on you" she whispered in your ear and giggled softly, she handed the dress back to you "Thank you my princess, thank you so much, how can I repay you?" You asked, she came a little closer again.
"Just do what you have always done for my son" she spoke and walked past the arguing boys, she smiled at you once more before she disappeared "Okay, okay… I get it, yes…. She's yours" you just heard Ubba say. "What?" you ask stunned, "I don't belong to anyone…" Ubba raised his hands apologetically and Ivar, looked at you questioningly, but he smiled.
"Put it on" he nodded at the dress in your hands. "And you, help me with my Greaves" - "At your command" said Ubba and went after the crawling Ivar, but he didn't miss showing you a hand gesture that meant you looked great in the dress. You smiled broadly, but it disappeared when you realized that you were standing alone in the bedchamber of Aslaug and Ragnar. You folded the dress and took the basket, then you went into the great hall, Ivar lying on the furs, by the throne and Ubba, putting on his Greaves.
You grinned as you heard the muttering Ivar and the grumbling Ubba, and decided to go to Ivar's room. No one would bother you, the two brothers were busy, and as far as you knew, Hvitserk and Sigurd were out hunting. At the thought of hunting honey, you grinned widely again. Wild honey was the best, only how do you tell Ivar that you were afraid of bees?
When you had changed your clothes, you walked unsteadily to the great hall. The basket in your hands again. You looked at the dress that clung to your body, the hem dancing with each step. "Ah, be careful, Ubba," cried Ivar, raising his upper body to look crossly at his brother. But Ubba looked to you and paid no attention to Ivar. He pulled again on the buckle and Ivar cried out another time, worriedly you looked at Ivar who just slapped Ubba one with the flat of his hand. "Huh?"
"I said be careful!" yelled Ivar and then looked at you as well when Ubba didn't take his eyes off you, his mouth was open. "Wow, now that, you should wear that more often than those wide dresses" he spoke and sat up. You smile at him and blush. Ivar looked at Ubba and his grin faded, he nudged his brother's head briefly, "Now don't stare, and close that last buckle"
"Beautiful," this one said and stood up, Ivar looked at him dumbfounded "Hey…" he shouted and pointed at his legs, but Ubba didn't react. He took the basket from you and placed it on the floor before grabbing both of your hands and spreading them out, so he could get a better look at you. Ivar groaned as he stood up "Well, if, Ivar, doesn't want to go looking for honey with you, then I'll be happy to come" you smile sheepishly as you look at Ivar, he had almost reached the two of you.
"I think he'll mind," you say, grinning broadly as Ivar moved to stand beside you, looking at Ubba with raised eyebrows. "Ivar, you didn't want to go out anyway. Outside the sun is shining" Now Ivar dropped his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes "Huh? I'll go with her, and you stay here with your hairy butts" he spoke and pulled your hands out of Ubbas. You grin slightly and put a hand on his forearm, he hasn't acted like that in a long time.
Ubba raised his hands "As you wish" he winked at you and walked backwards "And don't get stung" he pointed at both of you before turning and disappearing. Inside you the sentence caused pure panic, Ivar just laughed, "You're going ahead for a minute? I have to get something, it won't take long" he spoke. But you looked at him questioningly, what did he want now? But then you nodded when he started to smile. Slowly, you made your way out of the great hall. Somehow, you felt abandoned and out of place when Ivar took longer than he promised.
You lean against a wall of the house, looking all the time at the entrance, when you were already thinking that Ivar must have forgotten you, he came out and grinned cheekily. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest, you really wanted to be angry. But when you looked him in the face it didn't work, so you looked away when he reached you.
"Don't be angry sweetie, mother wanted something, I couldn't refuse her request and besides I had to get something" he said and looked around. "Oh, what did you have to get?" you asked angrily. But he smiled at you again, he didn't take you seriously, that made you even angrier, but instead of reacting angrily you smiled too. You could beat yourself up for that. "I'll tell you later, let's go on the … hunt" he spoke and laughed up, now you had to laugh too, honey hunting, just sounded too good.
"I'm warning you" he spoke as you walked together down the road from Kattegat "This is going to be hard" - "What's going to be hard about it Ivar?" he smiled at you before looking back down at the ground watching his every step "If the bees see us they will take the honey, and fly away" you looked at him amazed "They do?"
He looked at you incredulously and grinned broadly "Yes, there are so many, they will all grab the combs and fly away with their precious honey" - "You're not serious" you said, dumbfounded. Again he laughed, "You're pulling my leg, Ivar" you said sourly and saw him nodding. "Of course, the worst that can happen is that they take off your beautiful dress and fly away with it" you looked at your dress and smoothed it.
Actually, you didn't want to encounter any bees. You swallowed slightly and looked at him, you could clearly see his smirk, even if he tried to hide it. "Honestly, Ivar, what can happen if we look for honey? He shrugged his shoulders "The bees could sting us and kill us ... then they eat us" you stopped, and he did the same, laughing again "It was a joke" he said when he saw your startled face. "But they can still sting" - "And that hurts?" you ask cautiously. "A little" again you swallow, no you didn't want to meet any.
It was beautiful in the forest, wild flowers were everywhere, here and there you caught some bees, Ivar always told you to follow them, they would take you to their honey, but they were so fast that you didn't even see them fly away. But you got a nice wild bouquet in your hand after a few minutes. "If you are thinking of putting them in my room too, forget it" he spoke as you came back towards him from the meadow.
"Well then I'll give it to Ubba, at least he'll be happy" you took a flower from the bouquet and wanted to put it in his hair, but he pulled his head away "What do you intend to do?" You looked at the flower, then back at Ivar, who looked at you bitterly, "She won't kill you" you said and put the flower in your hair. He smiled as he looked at the flower in your hair, and then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him.
The sudden closeness to him made your body tremble, but when he tried to press his lips on yours, you backed away. But inwardly, you are annoyed that you reacted that way. He looked rather unhappy, "If you don't like me, tell me" he spoke and continued on his way. For a brief moment you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, so you could suppress your anger at yourself, then you went after him "That's not it" you said softly.
"No matter what I try, no matter how close I am to you, you always avoid it. I don't think you like me, and I'm beginning to wonder why you spend time with me" you looked up apologetically as he turned to you "Oh, I see now, you feel sorry for me. You feel sorry for a cripple" he spoke and his anger shone from his eyes. "No, that's not true Ivar, you are my friend" - "a friend…. Maybe Ubba should have come along better" he spoke and turned around.
"Ivar" you ran in front of him so that he had to stop. You wanted to say something, but you didn't know exactly what. "If you like me, then it's your part to show me now. That was the last try I will do" he spoke and walked past you, "Let's find honey" he spoke bitterly. You pressed your lips together and thought feverishly about what to say. You liked him, more than that, but you were a virgin and your first time scared you more than it should, after all it was the most normal thing in the world.
Slowly, you plodded along after him, your good mood blown away. If you lost Ivar because of your stupid reaction, it would hurt you a lot. "There are a lot of bees here…" he spoke, looking at the meadow as he walked, several bees buzzing back and forth, or settling on the flowers.
You stand next to him and take his hand. "I like you, Ivar. And I'm not around you out of pity, you don't need that" you spoke slowly and unsure. He turned his body to you as you kept talking, "It's just that… I'm…. Well I…" Hoof noises interrupted you and you both looked to the two riders coming towards you. Hvisterk, stopped, behind him on the horse, lay a deer. "Prey" he spoke, slapping the deer's hide. "Sigurd has some rabbits, we want to bring the loot home and then off we go again." Sigurd trotted past you both and made a gesture of greeting with his hand.
"And what are you going to do?" asked Hvitserk, who looked after Sigurd before his gaze fell on the two of you. "Hunting honey" said Ivar letting go of your hand, Hvitserk laughed, "Since when do people… hunt … honey?" - "Since today" Ivar spoke and smiled at you. "Okay, I won't ask …. But try up at our little huts" He pointed behind him and clicked his tongue as he set off to follow Sigurd.
Ivar grabbed your hand again as you looked after his brothers, "What were you going to say, sweetie" you turned to him and blushed, your heart began to pound. Again your body trembled as he came closer and closer to you. "Nothing," you say quickly, walking down the path Hvitserk had shown you. You hear an annoyed intake of breath from Ivar as he followed you. "Is this some honey hut?" you asked, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.
"No, my brothers and I are there sometimes when we want to learn to take care of ourselves on our own. Or when we just want our peace" said Ivar, his voice emotionless. "But, last year bees built a nest in the cracks, of the wood, so not such a stupid idea, from him" You had thought to arrive there soon, but your way was much longer than you thought. Only in the afternoon you had almost reached the hut, unpleasant conversations and silence prevailed between the two of you.
You could see the hut from far away as you slowly walked up the mountain. Ivar spoke less and less, "My legs hurt" he said from time to time. "We are almost there, and you can sit down", you said when you suddenly stopped. In front of you stood a beautiful fox looking at you. Ivar, who had been looking at the ground, ran into you. He grabbed your arm so that he wouldn't fall over and looked around questioningly.
"Look, Ivar," you said and pointed your finger at the chance encounter. Ivar smiled as the fox sat down and licked his leg. You turned to him and smiled broadly at him. He looked deep into your eyes as his gaze fell on the fox again, "Look" he spoke and nodded to him. A butterfly had joined him, and the fox began to chase it. Ivar and you started laughing, he let go of you and continued down the path as the fox chased the butterfly through the forest.
You looked at him anxiously, he looked tired and exhausted. "Do you think we'll find honey there?" you asked and looked again at the little hut. "I don't know, we'll find out in a few minutes" - "I'm glad you're with me" you said and looked at him. He smiled and looked up "Oh, say that again" he spoke, "I'm glad you're with me" you said, and you gathered every courage in you and approached him, a little unsure and puzzled he looked at you, but he didn't back away.
Goosebumps appeared on your skin as you looked into his blue eyes. But just before you were about to kiss him, you lowered your eyes. He reached under your chin and lifted it, slowly approaching you. You remained as still as a rabbit in a trap as his lips laid on yours. You had no idea how it worked, but when you felt him open his mouth, you did the same and your kiss deepened.
But this uneasy feeling, the flight you feel, dragged you away from him. But he stood in front of you and smiled at you, his eyes glistening in the afternoon sun. "Why are you so red?" he teased, grabbing the back of your head, again his lips landed on yours for a brief but loving kiss. "Come" he spoke and walked towards the hut. He sat down on the bench in front of the hut and watched you examine everything. The small wooden house stood close to the cliff, various herbs hanging to dry under the small roof.
Slowly you continued on your way, and soon you were looking down the cliff, amazed you looked at Ivar who was massaging his legs with one hand. "Wow, what a view, the sea crashing against the rocks and the little island back there with the big trees" Ivar nodded "You better find the honey, I don't feel like staying here all night" he said showing his best smile. "You want me to look for it?" you asked, confused.
"Of course, I can't stand or take a step anymore" he said, and his smile disappeared. "But… the bees" he looked from his legs back to you, "So? Just say hello to them" you raised an eyebrow, "And then what happens?" Ivar laughed out "Then you ask if you can have honey" he looked to the hut and searched the small wall. "Maybe on the other side, try it" he spoke, twisting his finger as if pointing around a corner. You nodded, inwardly full of panic but not wanting to let on.
"Okay, stay here, I'll be right back" you said as you walked past him and put your wild bouquet of flowers into his hand, "Where am I supposed to run to? Do you really think I'm going to walk home while you stand on the other side of the hut?" Reaching the corner of the hut, you looked to him. "I never know with you," you said teasingly and rounded the corner.
It was in the shade and the cool air made you freeze in your tight dress. Honey, where are you - you thought as you searched the wall, but there was nothing here. You decided to look on the other side. There were bushes everywhere, trees lined up, and various flowers covered the ground. You hear the buzzing of several bees before you even reach the corner, your gaze tracking isolated bees. You circle them at a wide and safe distance. "Hello bees," you call out, waving at them.
"May I have the honey?" you asked them. Ivar dived to the side of the hut, leaned up against the wall and laughed, "You're serious?" - "You told me to do this" you said angrily. "They are bees…. Not people" - "Okay, know-it-all, what should we do then?" he looked at the swarm of bees and shrugged. "I'd rather do nothing," he said, waving for you to join him. You were a little disappointed and angry when you reached Ivar.
"Don't be sad sweetie, harvesting wild honey is not easy and impossible without equipment, let the professionals do it" he handed the flowers back to you. "But I'm sure they would love your flowers" he pointed to the swarm and walked back to the front of the hut. You looked at your flowers and then at the bees, slowly you walked towards them, that meant a couple of steps, then you put the flowers on the ground and quickly walked backwards and ran to the front and looked around.
Ivar was sitting by the cliff, leaning against a rock and looking out over the sea. When you reached him he grinned cheekily, "I think I've found your honey" With your mouth open you looked at the sea and nodded. The setting sun, colored the sea a honey hue, slowly you sat down beside him "Well, no honey, but this sight is still worth it" you said, taking his hand that was resting in his lap. "So you're not mad at me?" he asked, looking at you, you shook your head.
"It was a beautiful day and I got to spend it with you" now he smiled sheepishly. "I'm done for the day, we have to stay here, but we have plenty of supplies" he spoke before his eyes fell back to the sea. "No problem" you said, happy to be alone with him.
Before it got too dark, you went into the hut. Now you sat together in front of the small fireplace and talked. You laughed a lot, and he told you stories that he had experienced up here with his brother. You looked at him dreamily as he was about to tell another one:
"Hvitserk was so drunk and wanted to take a piss. He stumbled out, and we sat here for quite a while until Ubba looked at me. What is? I asked as he jumped up and ran outside. After a few minutes, he came back with Hvitserk in his arms. He really did fly over the bench outside and just lay there. Ubba then put him on the bed and Hvitserk slept through until morning. I asked Ubba how he felt it, and he just said that he felt it somehow. Really strange" he finished the sentence and looked at you with a smile.
"Brothers feel that" Ivar shrugged "Well, I haven't noticed anything and Sigurd hasn't noticed anything for a long time" you both laughed, but Ivar quickly became serious again "I'm sorry we have to spend the night here" he spoke quietly. You moved closer to him. It didn't bother you at all, in fact you hadn't felt this comfortable for a long time. And you were surprised at yourself as you wiped a strand from his face. There was a long, tense silence between you at your sudden touch.
Then you got up and sat on him with your legs apart, he raised his hands and looked at you, startled. "So… I… You know I…" you put a finger to his lips, "Hush, I just want to be close to you, Ivar." You grabbed his raised hands and placed them on your hips. He looked petrified as he looked at your hip "Ivar, I am a virgin" he looked up, stunned.
"I was avoiding you because I thought I was doing something wrong" you spoke the truth, and he smiled lovingly at you. "And I thought I was the one doing something wrong" you shook your head and put your hands on his chest. He took a deep breath, the fire reflected in his eyes. "You know I like you, I've always liked you" - "I know" you spoke as you moved closer to him and pressed your lips to his, slightly opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, the goosebumps were back with a vengeance, and you notice the desire for him growing.
Tentatively, he tried to feel your tongue with his, and soon they were dancing together. His hands ran up and down your back and lightly pinched your hips when he reached them again.
You moved your hips back and forth, which made him groan from time to time. "I…" you didn't let him say it. You had to bring down the wall inside him, only then would he see that he was capable of it. "I just want to be close to you, Ivar, don't stress you" you whisper in his ear as you hugged him. Your hands loosened his braid, and you ran your fingers into it, his hair was soft, and it smelled good.
A little surprised you notice Ivar's hands finding their way under your dress and up your legs as he suddenly pulled them back "Ohhh, wait…wait" he said pushing your torso slightly away from him "I'm an idiot, I got you something" he said, and you watched stunned as he rummaged in his trouser pocket. "Here" he said and showed you a small Glass, "Honey?" you asked incredulously and took it in your hand. "Oh, you had to get that, and you made me wait so long?" you said, and he nodded.
You looked at the yellow honey with a spice in it, then you started to laugh. Ivar looked at you sheepishly, "I didn't want the day to end without honey" he scratched his head and looked at you. You grinned at him and opened the small jar and smelled it, "Smells excellent" you said, and tapped with your index finger, in the honey. In front of him, you lick the honey off your finger. "Hmm, fantastic" you said as you held the pot out to him.
He swallowed and looked at you with wide eyes, you shrugged your shoulders and put your finger back into the little pot, As you tried to sit comfortably on his lap, you noticed how stiff his member was. Briefly you faltered, but then you slowly licked the honey from your finger, he on the other hand licked his lips. You started to move your hips, which made him groan, "I thought you couldn't" you tease him. You wet your finger with honey again and close the jar.
You put it next to you before stroking Ivar's lips with honey, not stopping to move your hips. His hands wandered under your dress again, leaving goosebumps on every place he touched. "Have a taste" you said softly as he opened his mouth and placed his lips around your finger, slowly you pull your finger out of his mouth and kiss his honey lips.
Your hands slowly moved to his trousers, and you opened them. As you grasped his member he moaned "I… didn't know…" he tried to say something between your kisses, but he quickly gave up. He grabbed your ass and yanked you around, amazed, you lay with your back on the furs. Ivar smiled at you "I want it to be perfect" he said slowly and ran his hand slowly over your breasts, belly and hips, he disappeared from your view.
But soon you notice his hands moving up your legs, pulling your dress up as he did so. He kissed and licked your inner thighs, and then he even a bite into them, and this made you let out a small moan. When he reached your womanhood, he caressed it with all the means he had. You moaned as you felt his tongue on your clit, and you bite your lower lip. "Please," you moaned as he slowly pushed a finger into you, but it didn't hurt, it was even pleasant, and soon you lost your fear and gave yourself to him.
After a while, he put a second one inside you and moved them in a rhythm. He knew what he was doing, you thought briefly, as a wave of sensation hit you. You grab his hair as you groaned loudly. Your body shook, intensifying the goosebumps you had had on your skin all along.
He lay on top of you and smiled at you, you kissed him and reached for his shirt, you wanted to feel him, his skin, his body. He reached under himself and pulled at your dress, you lifted your body to help him take it off. For a moment you felt small when he looked at you like that, but when he started kissing and touching your breasts, you felt comfortable under his strong hand.
He kissed your lips and with one hand he pulled his trousers further down. "Is this what you really want?" he breathed to you as he kissed down your neck. "Yes," you spoke easily. You notice his member rubbing back and forth in front of your womanhood, and it was driving you crazy. You just wanted to feel him inside you.
You reached down, but he stopped you and grabbed your hand "I am careful" he said and as he moved forward you put your hands on his back. Slowly he pushed into you, but soon you notice the pain, with a jerk he pushed into you and lay motionless. You cried out briefly, he caressed your neck and let his hand wander over your breasts. Only after a while, when he was sure that you had calmed down, did he begin to move.
It burned a little, but soon his movements gave you pleasure, and you let your nails run over his back, he moaned and kissed you, your tongues dancing together as he thrust into you again and again, getting faster and faster. You put your head back in your neck as you were about to reach your second climax. He pushed himself off the ground to have more movement. He was so deep inside you and filling you completely, you moan and grab his hips.
His thrusts were hard and well-aimed, and soon you were lifting your head and moaning in pleasure as you reached your second climax. You're trembling and writhing body beneath him made him come too. Exhausted, he lay down on his back beside you. "I… I'm in favor of staying here a little longer…" you spoke out of breath and you both started laughing. "We still have honey," he said, laughing. You lay your head on his chest and close your eyes. This day was more than perfect.
#vikings one shot#vikings fandom#ivar x reader#vikings ragnassons#fanfiction#ivar the boneless x reader#fanfiction writer#fanfic#vikings ubbe#ivar the boneless x you#vikings ivar#vikings hvitserk#vikings x reader#vikings fanfic#ivar the boneless is a god#hvitserk ragnarsson#ubbe ragnarsson#x reader#thanks for reading
205 notes
·
View notes
Text
Somewhere In America
So, to start, I haven’t finished the American Gods TV show yet, but I’ve read the book (which I can’t recommend enough, by the way.) As such, most of this will be based off of the book and will take place after the ending, so if you have not read it, be warned that there are major spoilers ahead.
Summoning:
@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Shadow knew better than to believe that Wednesday’s departure from this world was permanent. He’d read somewhere that Norse paganism was becoming popular in niche communities around the country, so he figured that it was only a matter of time before the resurgence would allow Odin to be reborn.
What was strange, however, was that Shadow didn’t find the idea of Wednesday coming back entirely unwelcome. Despite the outrageous con that he and Low-Key had tried to pull together, and all that he had put Shadow and Laura through, he couldn’t help but miss Wednesday a little.
As such, he couldn’t say that he was surprised to find or a man - or, at least what appeared to be a man at first glance - waiting for him when he came home. He was simply thankful that the man didn’t abduct him. He’d been abducted enough for one lifetime.
The young, uninvited guest seated on his couch grinned widely at him as if they were old friends, “Shadow Moon! You’re late.”
After all that had experienced in the past year, Shadow knew better than to question his guest. Such things had become normal to him. Granted, nothing strange has happened for a few months, but he knew that it was only a matter of time. He was due for some peculiarities. He replied, “I didn’t realize that we had an appointment.”
Still smiling, the man stated, “I’m not someone to be kept waiting.”
Still smiling, the man stated, “I’m not someone to be kept waiting.”
“Again, I was not aware that I was keeping you, mister…?” Shadow paused, waiting to see if the stranger would grace him with his name.
The visitor’s head tilted quizzically, “Names have power, Shadow. That’s why you haven’t given anyone yours, isn’t it?”
Shadow shrugged, “Mine isn’t really worth giving or keeping. I’ve just always been Shadow.”
The dead man pursed his lips, then replied, “Who I am isn’t important anymore. Why I’m here is much more pertinent.”
Shadow waited for him to continue. He didn’t. Instead, he stared at Shadow impatiently. Shadow sighed and obligatorily asked him why he was there.
The dead man smirked at him and tilted his head in a way that made him look very punchable, “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”
Shadow replied, “Wednesday is back. Or he’s trying to come back. I assume that if you’re here, he needs my help in order to do it.”
The dead man nodded, tilting his head to the other side, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
Shadow shook his head and shrugged, using the motion to subtly look around the room. He thought that they were alone, but he couldn’t be sure.
“I guess you could say that.” Shadow said. “I know how hard it is to kill a god. But, as I’m sure you know already, I’m not working for him anymore.“
The dead man chuckled, “I thought that you’d say that.”
The visitor’s grin went from mocking to menacing. Shadow turned to leave only to bump into someone. Another dead man, though this one seemed to be at a less advanced stage of decay. His dark blond hair was braided in a complex pattern in jarring contrast to his modern clothes. Shadow wondered if the dead men had been Vikings. It would only make sense.
Under normal circumstances, Shadow knew that he had the advantage of being bigger than the man blocking his way, however, he knew fighting one of the Dead would be both foolish and futile.
The second dead man eyeballed him, waiting for him to make a move. Shadow didn’t. He knew that stepping back would be interpreted as a sign of weakness. He stared right back as he held his ground. The dead man placed one finger on Shadow’s chest, flinging Shadow backwards a few yards. He caught himself with his hands, then immediately raised them on reflex to show that he was being non-violent.
The dead man on the couch clucked his tongue, “Why so gentle, Hvitserk?”
The dead man named Hvitserk glanced away from Shadow for just a moment as he responded, “The Allfather wants him unharmed.”
The dead man on the couch rolled his eyes, “He never said ‘unharmed,’ he said ‘alive.’”
“I won’t be any more trouble.” Shadow interjected calmly. “I see that I don’t have a choice in this. I will return to my employer and do as he wishes.”
The dead man rose carefully from the couch with the help of his crutches. He slowly made his way over to Shadow, each movement practiced as if he had been having to get around like that for his whole life. Shadow noted that the ends of his crutches were pointed, like swords. They put holes in the floor. They were going to be a bitch to patch up, assuming that Shadow survived this ordeal.
“I just redid the floor.” Shadow grunted.
The dead man smirked at him, “I can tell. It looks like shit.”
“It’s what’s trendy. I’m trying to sell this place.”
“It’s a seller’s market.” Hvitserk chimed in. “You should be able to find someone desperate enough to buy this place, even with these shitty floors. Stop bitching and get a move on. Ivar, you first.”
Shadow noticed that Ivar didn’t appear to care that his companion had revealed his name. Perhaps he was less concerned with preserving his identity and more concerned with being a pain in the ass.
Ivar left the room first, followed by Shadow as Hvitserk took up the rear. Shadow was compliant all the way to the car, knowing that now would not be the time to try to make his move. He allowed himself to be guided into the back seat of a dark blue car with a model that he didn’t recognize. Ivar joined him not long after as Hvitserk got behind the wheel.
———————————————————————
Shadow had never given any thought to what kind of music modern day Vikings would be interested in, but never in a million years did he think it would be Kesha.
Or, more accurately, that’s what Hvitserk seemed to like. Ivar kept glowering at the driver’s seat, as if trying to will his companion to toss the CD out of the window. It wasn’t working.
Shadow pulled a coin from the air. It was a trick taught to him by the most unluckiest leprechaun. Mad Sweeney was another unfortunate victim of Wednesday and Low-Key’s scam. He’d been left to die in the snow, like he was nothing. And here Shadow was, about to rejoin his murderer. His wife’s murderer.
Shadow sighed, keeping his anger under control as he focused on his coin trick. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ivar studying him.
He opened his left hand, showing that the coin wasn’t there, then opened his right; the coin appeared to fall from the ceiling and into Shadow’s outstretched fingers.
“Impressive.” Ivar said, sounding unimpressed.
Shadow shrugged wryly and placed the coin in his pocket. He was used to performing for a tough crowd.
Ivar’s eyes narrowed towards the front seat and he leaned forward to tap his companion in the shoulder, “Hvitserk, can you please turn that down? I’d like to speak with our guest for a moment and I can’t do that over… whatever this is.”
Hvitserk turned halfway and stated in a serious tone, “The party don’t start ‘til I walk in.”
Ivar’s soul appeared to leave his body. As Hvitserk turned back towards the road, Shadow could see an impish grin pulling the corners of his mouth in the rear view mirror. He did end up turning the music down, thankfully.
Ivar sighed heavily, rubbed his eyes in irritation, then smiled wryly at Shadow, “I had something I wanted to ask you, but unfortunately, I’ve lost my train of thought completely, I’ll open it up to you. Is there anything you want to know before we reach our destination?”
Shadow didn’t trust this. He was not accustomed to anyone offering to give him any information that he requested. It had to be some sort of a trick. He decided that for now, it was best to play along.
“Where is our destination? It wouldn’t be the tree I hung myself from to stand vigil over Wednesday, would it?”
Ivar’s disinterested expression did not change as he answered, “It might be.”
“The idea is that I’m going to sacrifice myself for him again, isn’t it?”
Ivar shrugged one shoulder, “That’s the idea.”
Shadow pressed his lips together into a tight line and glanced out the window into the grey sky.
Hold on… the sky. Could he do it again? Could he make it snow again? He hadn’t tried since he and Wednesday had parted ways. He hadn’t had reason to until now. It didn’t feel right to use the gifts Wednesday had passed onto him for trivial matters. When Shadow had made it snow back during their little bank robbery, it had given him a horrific hangover, but he supposed that a splitting headache was better than his alternative. He had been willing to die for Wednesday once before, but that time had since passed.
Shadow didn’t know if snow would be enough to stop the car from reaching its destination. He also didn’t have the supplies to survive in the cold while in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles upon miles of corn. The last time that he’d been in danger of freezing to death, Laura had been there for him. She couldn’t be there for him anymore.
Shadow began to picture torrential rain. In his mind’s eye, fat drops spewed from the clouds, flooding the roads, dowsing all nearby. It was difficult to see as the heavy drops pelted the windshield. As the imaginary rain continued, backroads became too submerged with water to be driven upon. Most of them had to be closed due to safety concerns.
Ivar interrupted his thoughts, “Oh! I remember what I wanted to ask earlier. I was curious if you knew the whereabouts of the spear. The one your wife fashioned from the World Tree.”
Truthfully, Shadow hadn’t seen it since the day that the war between the old and the new gods was supposed to take place. He knew that Low-Key had intended to throw it in Odin’s name. One of the other gods might’ve taken it. Perhaps Laura took it with her to her final resting place. He wasn’t sure. What he truly cared about was the rain. His temple had begun to throb; he hoped that the little he’d been able to imagine would be enough to manifest the storm that he needed,
Shadow shook his head. “I haven’t seen it since the battle. Sorry.”
Ivar shrugged again. Uncomfortable silence followed.
Hvitserk glanced at them in the mirror, “If you two are done, would you mind if I turn the music back up?”
Ivar quickly replied, “No, we’re still talking. Aren’t we, Shadow?”
“Yes, we are.” Shadow agreed. He tried to think of something else to say. The first inquiry to pop into his head was: “So, are you two gods as well?”
Ivar began to laugh. Hvitserk sighed loudly from the front seat and muttered, “Don’t get him started.”
“Quiet up there!” Ivar snapped, his tone bordering being both playful and exasperated. “I used to think I was a god. The idea of being divine sounds far more appealing than being a cripple, doesn’t it? Don’t answer. Of course it does. Especially when the idea comes whispered from the lips of the first beautiful woman to see you as anything other than a monster.
“Naturally, the truth was far less flattering. She wanted something that only I could give her, and it wasn’t love. She said whatever she had to in order to get it. She wanted to be powerful, more than anything. Though, in hindsight, I can’t say I blame her for that: she had been a slave. Being a queen must’ve been her dream come true. She ended up fucking another man behind my back and helping my enemies drive me out of my own kingdom. But you know what that’s like, don’t you, Shadow? What was her nickname for you again? Puppy?”
Despite the harsh sting that Shadow felt in his heart, he calmly responded, “You don’t know her. Laura wasn’t a perfect wife, sure, but she did care about me in her own way.”
Ivar sneered at him, “Which is why she let you take the jail time for her?”
“Wouldn’t have happened if your boss hadn’t interfered. You know that.”
“Yes, that’s true. But his interference wouldn’t have worked if he couldn’t rely on Laura to throw her little Puppy to the wolves.” Ivar responded, tilting his head in that obnoxious way that appeared to be a regular gesture for him.
Shadow exhaled shortly, keeping his composure, “She wanted to turn herself in, but I wouldn’t let her.”
“Oh, was she? How noble! Or is that what she told you to keep you out of her way so that she could fuck your best friend in peace?”
It took substantial fortitude, but Shadow managed to keep his cool as he gently retorted, “Again, she wasn’t perfect, but as far as I’m concerned, she has more than redeemed herself. She saved my life a bunch. There’s more to her than you think.”
Ivar rolled his eyes, “Spoken like a lovesick fool. I would know.”
Shadow opened his mouth to respond, but decided that it was better to let this particular conversation come to an end. He had nothing to prove to this dead asshole. What truly mattered was that he appreciated Laura for who she was and in the end, it seemed that she had learned to do the same for him. He still wasn’t sure that she loved him as much as he had loved her, but she was the reason why he was still breathing. That had to count for something.
Shadow’s thoughts were interrupted by Hvitserk exclaiming, “Well, shit.”
He looked up to see they were heading into what appeared to be a grey wall. Once they reached the wall, it sounded as if B.B.s were hitting the car from all sides.
The storm had come.
The wipers began to squeak desperately against the windshield, cranked up to the highest setting, but to no avail. The sudden darkness of the sky and the heavy rain made it almost impossible to see. Shadow felt the car begin to hydroplane a bit as it slowed down.
As Hvitserk tried to stop the car from spinning out, he snapped, “Where the fuck did this rain come from?!”
Shadow could feel Ivar’s accusing eyes boring into his skin.
Shadow held a hand up helplessly in a shrug and said, “Welcome to the Midwest.”
Neither of the dead Vikings responded. He could tell that Ivar definitely wasn’t convinced by his half-assed explanation. Eventually, Hvitserk got the car back on the road. Afterwards, he couldn’t get the car to go above 20 miles per hour without losing traction. They still couldn’t see.
Hvitserk said over his shoulder, “We might have to pull off somewhere.”
Ivar shot Shadow a dirty look and protested, “No. We don’t have much farther to go.”
“Ivar, I can’t see shit. I can’t get go any faster than this. I can’t imagine that it’ll be this steady for long, so why don’t we just wait it out for a few minutes?”
Ivar turned to Shadow and stated with a frightening calmness to his voice, “You’re going to stop this right now.”
Shadow watched Ivar carefully, thinking through every possible way he could get out of this. He had one that could work. The car wasn’t moving that fast. There were cornfields nearby, though there were some deep ditches here and there. The timing would have to be perfect. The car was locked, but thankfully, the locks didn’t disappear like in some cars. He would have to find an opportunity to pull it up.
“Stop what?” He replied, trying to sound clueless.
Still keeping that same threatening chill to his voice, Ivar answered, “You like to pretend to be stupid so that others will underestimate you. It won’t work with me. So I will tell you again: stop this.”
Shadow matched the dead man’s icy tone as he retorted, “Even if I try to stop it - which I never have before - it’ll take a while for it to work. It took a while for it to get here. You’re going to have to pull off anyway, unless you want to wrap this thing around a telephone pole.”
Ivar pondered for a moment, then, unexpectedly he chuckled. Shadow didn’t like the sound of it. His hair stood on end and his heart beat faster, his body preparing to fight back.
The Viking grinned cruelly at him and said, “I dedicate this death to Odin.”
“Ivar, NO!” Hvitserk shouted.
Shadow moved just as Ivar’s fist broke the window behind him. He was just about to counter when both of them were thrown into the backs of the seats in front of them. The car was hydroplaning again as Hvitserk braked hard.
Water poured through the open window, drenching Shadow. He pushed himself back just as Ivar went for him again. The car jerked to the side, launching Ivar into Shadow’s lap. Shadow scrambled to try to get onto the other side of the seat, acutely aware of how little room he had to avoid the dead man.
The car veered off the road completely as Ivar seized him by the collar, throwing them again, leaving Ivar holding a handful of torn fabric as Shadow’s old, paint-stained shirt was torn. He had been dressed to do more home repairs, not to fight for his life.
They bumped and skidded through one of the nearby corn fields for what felt like an hour, but in reality was only a few seconds. Hvitserk was finally able to get some traction and brought the vehicle to a rough stop. He immediately unlocked the door, giving Shadow an opportunity to get away from Ivar.
He threw it open and stumbled out, barely evading the dead man’s grasp. The driver’s side door flew open immediately afterwards as Hvitserk raced after him. Shadow had a hard time getting his feet under him thanks to the ungraceful exit, but managed to get his balance, dashing into the towering ears of corn.
He heard Ivar yell something in a language he wasn’t familiar with along with the rustling of corn behind him as Hvitserk followed in pursuit. He regretted calling upon such heavy rain as he found himself sliding and getting stuck in the accruing mud. Thankfully, Hvitserk was struggling equally. Neither could put any distance on the other, thanks to the muck.
The wind carried Ivar’s taunting voice as he shouted, “Even if you get way now, you have nowhere to go, Shadow! You’ll be ours again soon enough!”
Shadow noted again that he was a fucking asshole and kept fighting through the mud. He blinked futilely to get some of the rain out of his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Hvitserk wasn’t far behind. The dead man’s eyes were locked intensely onto him, not even seeming to notice the water dripping into them.
Shadow kept going. He wasn’t sure where. He had no strategy other than to get away.
However, the muck had other ideas. Shadow stumbled into a particularly sticky patch of it and it took him too long to get his foot out of the mud, wasting precious seconds. He scrambled desperately to get out and moving again until he noticed Hvitserk out of the corner of his eye. Shit. He was caught.
Hvitserk offered his hand. Shadow stared at it as if he was presented with the most abhorrent object that he’d ever seen.
“Let me help you.” Hvitserk said, his tone oddly gentle.
Shadow took in a deep breath. He had no idea what more to do. He was fucked.
He shook his head slightly and spat, “What is this? You trying to make me think you’re on my side now?”
Hvitserk shook his head. “You’re right, I’m not on your side. But personally, I hold no ill will towards you.”
Shadow scoffed, “You have no ill will? Then let me go.”
“We can’t do that. You know that when the Allfather died, there was no one to tend to Valhalla? It’s gone without him. We need to go back. We can’t rest until we do. We will continue to rot and wander until there is nothing left unless we can get him back.”
Shadow’s brow furrowed and he shook his head again. “I’m sorry that I messed up the afterlife for you guys, but you have to understand: he’s not the real Odin. He’s the American Odin, brought here with the Vikings. There was nearly a Ragnarok already, and he wanted to be a one to cause it.”
Hvitserk smiled wryly. “And I’m just the American Hvitserk and Ivar is the American Ivar the Boneless. In some stories, my name is actually Halfdan. Depends on the translation. In other stories, Ivar can walk and the term ‘Boneless’ refers to his fluidity with a sword. It’s a matter of belief.
“We’re folklore, but we are still real. Yes, there were real men that we were derived from, and we’re probably very different from the Ivar and Hvitserk just as our Allfather is different from the Norse Allfather. But we’re still real. And we’re still suffering. We will continue to suffer until we can rest. Do you know what it feels like to rot from the inside out? Because I do.”
The dead man’s expression became horrified, shuddering as he addressed his own decay.
Shadow didn’t know what to say. Naturallly, he was aware that it wasn’t his fault that these men and possibly others were ejected from Valhalla. He hadn’t known.
He licked his lips and shook his head again. “I’d be willing to help you two, but not like this. Not with my death. I won’t sacrifice myself to Wednesday. There is always another way. We just have to look for it. If you can keep your friend from killing me, then I’ll try to get you two back where you belong. That sound alright?”
Hvitserk deliberated for a second, then nodded. “Ivar will be hard to convince.”
“I can be persuasive when I want to be. I learned from the best.”
He let Hvitserk help him out of the muck. They began to make their way back to the car, Hviyserk keeping nearby to make sure that Shadow didn’t try to make another break for it.
“You want to know something, Shadow?”
“Hm?”
Hvitserk smiled again, this time it looked genuine. “Wednesday misses you, too.”
#american gods#Vikings#I think this is just going to be a one shot#American gods x vikings#shadow moon#ivar the boneless#hvitserk ragnarsson#I couldn’t think of a title (again) lol#idk#I hope this is okay
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
Truth or Dare
Pairing: ivar x reader
Word count: 1101
Warnings: ivar being insecure, drinking, brief mentions of sex, kissing
Masterlist Here
Growing up with the Ragnarssons got you in a lot of well questionable situations but tonight was also one of them. Except at least no one wanted to kill anyone. Yet. The night is young after all. “I dare you to,” Ubbe began, drunkenly waving his cup at Sigurd, “to down that whole horn of mead in one,” he said as Sigurd rolled his eyes while Hvitserk, Ivar, and you cheered him on.
“Fine, fine,” he eventually gave in with a smile, drinking the alcohol he’d been avoiding all night in 10 seconds flat. “Now,” he said, eyes wandering the circle. You were all sat a few feet from the bustling hall where they were celebrating their return from the latest raid, but this was far more your style. Even as Sigurd pointed his finger at you, you smiled, “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you wondered which would get you in worse bother considering the four drunk men you considered your closest friends. “Truth,” your response was met with groans and even Ivar leaned over to whisper ‘coward’ in your ear.
“True or false,” he started, his eyes dancing in a way that made you nervous, “You and Leif,” he said, eyebrows raised making Ubbe and Hvitserk ooo at you, but Ivar stayed silent.
You rolled your eyes at Sigurd, “That wasn’t a question,”
“Please you know what I’m going to ask,”
“Whatever do you mean dear Sigurd?” you smiled, batting your lashes at him.
“You’ve fucked?” Hvitserk jumped in and the boys’ cackles almost covered up the low growl from Ivar but none of them seemed to notice.
You shot him a quick look before answering, “No,” you said and Ivar’s shoulders finally untensed.
“But you’ve kissed?” Ubbe said, making things worse instantly.
You rolled your eyes once more before taking a drink out of your flask, “No you only get one question. Now Ivar truth or dare?”
As you turned to face the blue-eyed boy you did your best not to stare too obviously at his face. You weren’t sure why or when your crush started on Ivar, but it was getting harder to ignore the older you both got. However, after a few beats of silence he finally spoke, “I do not wish to play anymore, I am tired. goodnight,”
All four of you watched after him as he dragged himself away however he wasn’t heading home. “What’s wrong with him?” Sigurd asked as Ivar disappeared into the forest tree line.
“I’m gonna go- “a staggering Ubbe said as he tried to stand but you quickly pushed him back down and stood.
“I’ll go,” you said, not even turning back to chastise their whoops and Woo’s.
It didn’t take long to find Ivar with his eyes closed and back against a tree. As you walked you tried to be quiet, but you heard a twig snap and Ivar sigh. You grimaced as you moved to sit down next to him though he still would not open his eyes. “What is the matter Ivar?”
“It’s nothing,”
“Please Ivar,” you said, sighing before deciding to try make him laugh, “You’re never this calm when your upset,” you joked but he only sighed once more.
Finally, though he opened his eyes, but he looked straight forward. He took a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke, “You never answered the question,”
“What question?”
“Ubbe’s question,” he said, his voice straining as you noticed him gripping his hand into a fist.
You paused for a moment before you realised, letting out a sigh of relief, “No Ivar. I haven’t kissed him. Is that what upset you?” he said nothing again, closing his eyes once more. “Ivar please what is wrong? Why does it bother you who I kiss?”
“It doesn't- I mean I- “he sighed, his breathing becoming heavier, “I just didn’t want to be the last one to have ever kissed someone. That’s it. okay?” he said, finally turning to look at you with a glare behind his eyes. Most would flinch under his gaze, but your face softened when you saw the hurt behind his eyes, “And I didn’t want to wait around for someone, even you, to ask me a stupid question like that,”
“Ivar- I wouldn’t have asked you that,” you said as his eyes fell to the floor, “I didn’t know you hadn’t kissed anyone either,”
“You- “Ivar paused, lifting his head, “You’re lying,”
“Am not!” you protested, “Why would I lie?”
“To make me look less stupid?”
You laughed at that, shoving his shoulder, “Where would the fun in that be? If anything, I’m more surprised you haven’t kissed someone,”
Ivar rolled his eyes, “Yeah right. Who would want to kiss me?” he said as he turned his gaze to you. his eyes knocked the wind out your lungs and for a moment you considered not saying anything.
“I would,” you finally said, your voice soft.
His eyes perked up at your words though, no longer able to take it back, “You would?” he asked, and you nodded gently. Another few moments of silence passed before he cleared his throat, “Perhaps it would be better for us to be each other’s first kiss. So, we can um learn what to do,” he said as his eyes fell once more to the floor.
“Perhaps,” you said, shuffling closer, “Ivar?” you said, your head instinctively leaning closer to his so that when he looked up his nose brushed yours, “Would you like to kiss me?” you asked, his breathing fanning your lips.
Ivar swallowed hard, his eyes darting to your lips, “Yes,” he eventually breathed out, “I would like that very much,”
He stayed frozen but slowly your lips dipped in till they brushed against his. Fuck it. you closed the gap, your eyes falling shut as you felt his lips against yours. the kiss was soft and gentle and lasted only a brief second before you pulled away, but you were still nose to nose.
“Ivar?” you tried to ask but his lips moved too quickly, capturing yours again but you were quick to catch up. Your hands moved to cover his, bringing them over to rest on your waist before yours moved to his shoulders which you could finally feel how muscular they’d become.
You kissed till you couldn’t breathe anymore and when you pulled away his lips tried to follow as you both gasped for air. “I think,” Ivar began to pant, “I like kissing you,”
“Good,” you grinned, your hand moving to cup his face, “Then lets never stop,”
#ivar the boneless#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar the boneless imagine#ivar x reader#ivar#ivar imagine#ivar ragnarsson#ivar ragnarsson smut#ivar ragnarsson imagine#ivar ragnarsson x reader#vikings tv#vikings tv imagine#vikings tv x reader#vikings imagine#vikings x reader#vikings#ivar fluff#ivar the boneless fluff#ivar ragnarsson fluff
430 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don’t hate me, love
Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader
Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff
1324 Words
Ruby red blood was dripping from her cheek. Her heart beating faster as her breath sped up. Her eyes were fully closed, trying to ignore the pain on her side. She was alive, she was okay, yet she heard everyone else scream around her. The voices started to get blurry, her head was spinning as she tried to stay awake. "You will stay here, Save!" "I will not!" Ivar never screamed at her, but he was worried and she wanted to stay by his side, even at times when she couldn't.
She was ready to die fighting for what Ivar wanted to accomplish, she believed in him and in his vision. But he wanted to keep her save, keep her at the hide out with Helga, but she knew something could happen there as well and if she would die, she would die by his side. The sounds were blurred as his face was in her mind. He was her only focus and she was happy, happy that if she would die he would be her last thought, his smile. The one he reserved for her, the one that meant he was utterly happy.
They won. Ivar was filled with ecstasy. His plan was taking form, everything would be the way he wanted it to be with just- His eyes wandered around the field. His smile dropped. Where is she? "Where the fuck is she?!" Ivar was panicking, looking around. Each body was someone he knew, but he couldn't find the will to care. Hvitserk walked to his brother placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ubbe found her, Ivar. He's taking care of her wounds right now..." Ivar pushed his hand away and tried to walk as quickly as he can to him.
His mind was on her, her smile in front of him. He would be lost if something happened to her, if she would die because of his incapability of protecting her. When he saw her he felt his heart ache, she looked small. So fragile. As he heard her wince, he was ready to tackle Ubbe down. His knuckles turning white around his crutch. "Ivar.." Her voice was husky, her eyes barely open. His breath hitched, maybe right now she wasn't, but she's going to be okay.
His lungs filled with air, he could breath again. Putting his crutches away he started crawling towards her, his hand finding it's way to hers, giving a soft squeeze. "I'm here, my love." His lips met her forehead. His voice just barely audible as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear leaning his forehead against her cheek. Her blood coloring his cheek the most beautiful shade of red. "I'm sorry, Ivar..." Her voice was quiet, but he heard her pain.
Ivars eyes closed tightly. His mind was telling him to scream at her, to tell her what a fool she is, that she should've got hurt worse to learn her lesson, but he couldn't. He could barely keep it together. "Don't worry about it, you need to rest." He shot Hvitserk and Ubbe a look, quietly telling them to pick her up as he crawled to his crutch. "No..." Her voice was panicky, the fight having more of a tool on her than she wanted to admit.
She wanted to be held by Ivar, just as much as he wanted to hold her, How he wish he could carry her. "Hvitserk, make sure he's okay..." she whispered tugging on his sleeve, leaning more into Ubbes chest feeling weaker each passing second. Ubbe placed a hand on her forehead feeling her temperature, pulling her closer. She was like family for them, growing onto them each passing day. "Am I going to die, Ubbe?" Her voice was more quiet than before, not wanting Ivar to hear them. Ubbe laughed softly smiling slightly down at her. "You're not gonna die that fast, you're just getting pampered because you're Ivars fiance." Her eyes shot up to him with confusion in them. "Finace?"
"Calm down, Ivar. She's okay, you've seen people being worse than her and-" Ivar tried controlling himself. "But it's her!" Taking a deep breath he watched her and Ubbe while walking to their hide out. "This isn't some man fighting by my side." Both of them walked in silence. Hvitserk understood his brother and he understood the worry he was feeling. Ivar just wanted to lay down with her, to see that she's okay when he locks eyes with her.
"Oh dear what happened to you?" Helga quickly ran up to them, seeing the young girl in Ubbes arms before he placed her onto some fur that her and Ivar slept on. The girl smiled up weakly at them trying to sit up. "Don't you dare even think about it." Ivars voice was demanding and she knew he wanted her to lay and rest, but she didn't feel like it. So she sat up fully, keeping her eyes trained on Ivars.
A breath of relief escaped him seeing color come back to her face slowly and the spark returning to her eyes. He almost couldn't stop the smile tugging at his lips. Almost. As everyone left them alone Ivar looked down at her with anger. "What were you thinking?! I told you to stay close, to not leave my fucking side! And what did you do? You did just that! I told you to be careful! You know what?! I told you to stay in the fucking hide out! God you act like such a-" He was about to continue before seeing her small smile and the playfulness in her eyes.
"I act like what, huh?" The teasing smile made the boy weak in his knees as he tried to stay angry. "Do I act like your fiance?" A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, the pain was weaker now, she realized how dramatic she might've been earlier thinking she'd die. Ivar looked at her even more angry. "I'm going to fucking kill Ubbe." He was about to turn around and walk away before she shuffled around trying to get close to his hand. "Ivar... sit with me, my love... please?" Her eyes met his as she gave him her best doe eyes.
Cursing Ivar sat down pulling her closer. "How are you feeling, honestly?" He whispered after some time, his fingers opening her braids as gentle as possible making her lean into him. "Better... I think I was just scared...scared to not fulfill my destiny if I die." Her eyes closed leaning into his chest as he kissed her forehead softly.
„You're destiny?" His voice was filled with curiosity, filled with so much gentleness. Ivar hated screaming at her, he hated letting her feel his anger but sometimes he couldn't help it. He loved her, he was very much sure of it, but with loving there come so much other emotions that he isn't able to deal with as easily.
„My destiny to give you children, Ivar. I know it's my destiny, as it is my destiny to make sure you live without any regrets as you pass to Valhalla one day..." Her voice were spoken slowly and with lot of care. „Become my wife, my love? The thought of you dying on me today made me realize it more than before. I told Ubbe I would ask you before the fight but you were too busy fighting about coming with me. But now I know I need you by my side."
Her lips found his in an instant, ignoring some burning on her side as she kissed him with as much love and passion she can make him feel. „I would love that, Ivar... a lot..." she muttered against his lips trying not to let a girlish giggle escape her lips. He pulled her closer again kissing her deeply.
„You will be mine until we dine with the gods in Valhalla."
#ivar the king#ivar fluff#ivar angst#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless#ivar ragnarsson x reader#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar ragnarsson#vikings imagine#ivar imagine#Ivar oneshot
757 notes
·
View notes
Text
masterlist
House of the Dragon:
Secret Visits - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond visits his little sister in her chambers /18+
Silent Desires - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond has one of his servants as his dirty little secret /18+
Captivating - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond meets a beautiful girl and they make out
An Eternity Together [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - Aemond tells us about his obsession with the girl he loves /slight nsfw
You Have No Right [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - The young prince does anything he can to find the woman again he fantasized about since they met / some nsfw
A Song of Water and Fire [masterlist] COMING SOON - Aemond Targaryen story - Laena was the only true child of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, questioning the legitimacy of Jacaerys' claim as heir to The Iron Throne.
Split - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl /18+
Targaryen Hearts Entwined - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl (again) /18+
Stranger Things:
I need you - Billy Hargrove - Billy meets his ex on a party, and forces himself on her /18+
I´m kinda into it - Billy Hargrove - Billy is controlled by the mindflayer and made a deal with his first victim /18+
Sorry I'm late, sweetheart - Eddie Munson - Eddie gets late from a drug deal, and apologizes to his lady (iykyk) /18+
I want you - Billy Hargrove - Billy is obsessed with one of the girls in High School, and he finally got what he wanted /18+
Vikings:
What Ivar loves and needs from his wife - Ivar the boneless - A drabble about some favorites of Ivar /nsfw and fluff
I'm Never Sharing My Meal - Hvitserk & Ivar - The brothers have to stay in a shack in the woods with their companion, but it ends in a competition /18+
The God's Pathways [masterlist] COMING SOON - Ivar the Boneless story - Ivar falls in love with a saxon girl they took from England /some nsfw
I Still Hate You - Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Hvitserk recently visits the wife of his brother, but he absolutely hates her /18+
Harry Potter:
Not a No-Maj [masterlist] COMING SOON - Draco Malfoy story - A sassy girl from America, meets an English wizard who no one ever told 'no'
Zephyr [masterlist] COMING SOON - one shot collection - A collection of one shots, in an alternative reality, where Slytherin and Gryffindor ain't enemies
#masterlist#stranger things#house of the dragon#harry potter#st#hotd#hp#hogwarts#vikings#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#stranger things fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#vikings fanfiction
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022
I’m so excited for this!!!
Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.
Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian
Main Masterlist / Navi
* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:
WEEK ONE
Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *
Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play
Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️
Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish
Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *
Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage
Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)
WEEK TWO
Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️
Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play
Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️
Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism
Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)
Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation
Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play
WEEK THREE
Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *
Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️
Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk
Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink
Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️
Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play
Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *
WEEK FOUR
Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play
Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *
Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)
Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play
Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship
Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex
Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️
WEEK FIVE
Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging
Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex
Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink
Bonus fic: ???
308 notes
·
View notes
Text
Archive of Our Own to see everything I’ve ever written for the Vikings fandom.
** = denotes explicit and/or implied sexual content, please use discretion
Ubbe / Original Character(s)
Sleepy Mornings **- multi chapter, complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. Winnifred lives the sheltered life of a Christian woman in King Alfred’s court. Not truly understanding the meaning of sexual pleasure her new husband, Ubbe Ragnarsson, is more than willing to show her the path.
Green Ivy **- one-shot, Ubbe has been married to Avaritia for many years but she still struggles with his heathenism and the way it creeps into her daily life and that of their children. A thunderstorm one night sends her running to Ubbe’s bed, the family bed he has been trying to convince her to sleep in. She finds not only Ubbe but their two children fast asleep. Ubbe in his tempestuous ways convinces Avaritia to find safety in his arms. (I may continue/add more fics with Avaritia at a later date)
A Feast for You **- one-shot, The Great Army finds themselves at the deserted villa of King Ecbert and Ubbe, feeling the full fervor of battle, takes his Sami consort, Verdandi, again and again, until she can no longer handle his advances. To distract him she tries to scrounge up enough food to hopefully satiate his beastly desires. (I may continue/add more fics with Verdandi at a later date)
Gatekeeper **- one-shot, Ubbe is forced to punish his Sami consort, Verdandi, after she mistakenly reveals the secret entrance into Kattegat to the enemy. Also known as sex-on-a-throne cause I can.
Northern Lights - one-shot, ficlet
Twice Now - multi chapter/complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. For years Ubbe has been promised to the same Saxon girl from his childhood, Avery. He is reluctantly waiting for the day when he will marry Avery, until then the gods will find their entertainment by placing the wilding Saxon, Kara, before him. She is unlike any he has met before, drawn to her though she does not want his help. She is determined to meet her lover, Ceol, on the coast of England before the year ends. Unwillingly she travels with Ubbe and his brother, Hvitserk, in a journey that may just leave them all a little mad.
Wolf Like Me - multi chapter/on going, Ylva Ragnardottir is used to getting what she wants. As the only daughter of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and the famous Princess Aslaug she wants to marry Haakon, the bastard son of King Harald Finehair but Ubbe, forced into a position that should be their missing father's, will not allow it.
Ylva isn't the only one whose hand is being forced, Eir, daughter of the King of Sweden finds herself betrothed to a man she wishes to never see again, Ubbe Ragnarsson.
+++
Hvitserk / Original Character(s)
Hours & Hours ** - one-shot, Hvitserk proposes “Naked Sushi Night” at The Valkyrie Gentlemen’s Club, the strip club owned by the Ragnarssons, just so he can see his favorite employee covered in food.
Touch Me ** - one-shot, Ubbe solicits Hvitserk into having sex with his girl, Dusty, so that he can watch, things don’t go as planned when Hvitserk’s new girlfriend, Honey, walks in on the three of them mid-coitous.
A part of my "Broken Clocks" series, in which the sons of Ragnar own a strip club, The Valkyrie Gentlemen's Club, located in England, much to the annoyance of the Christian council, Ecbert, and his son, Aethelwulf.
Misunderstandings ** - one-shot, Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery on the language in the form of a bet.
+++
Halfdan the Black / Original Character(s)
Marks ** - anon requested/drabble, Halfdan does not share and he is willing to let everyone know.
+++
2022 Ao3 End of the Year Review
Requests are open, see this post for more info. Also my inbox and dms are always open, I may not get to them right away but I’d love to talk to you about my fics & ocs and/or Vikings characters in general.
#vikings#vikings history#ubbe#hvitserk#ubbe ragnarsson#hvitserk ragnarsson#vikings fanfiction#ubbe fanfiction#Ubbe’s Wolfpack#Ubbe x ofc#Hvitserk x ofc#hvitserk fanfiction#halfdan vikings#halfdan the black#halfdan smut#hvitserk smut#ubbe smut
49 notes
·
View notes
Text
ijustwant2write: Vikings Masterlist (Updated 21/02/21)
Cast Imagines:
I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader
Rumours-Alexander Ludwig
Ivar Ragnarsson:
It Wasn’t You / Part 2
A Short Temper
Too Close
Lost In Love
A Typical Love Story
Obsessed
The Benefits of Friendship
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Perfect Match
All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)
Hvitserk Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
Just Confess
I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2
I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3
Certain Affairs
Rest Beside Me
An Unforeseen Future Series (6/?)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Ubbe Ragnarsson:
Gentle Viking
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
A Real Farmer
You Look At Me Differently Series (5/5)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Sigurd Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)
Bjorn Ironside:
Useless Excuses
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Missing Piece
Ragnar Lothbrok:
Friends Till The End
The Funny Foreigners
A Strange Bond
Halfdan The Black:
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
Vague Memories
Just Be Gentle
Dark Things
I Am Not Small
I’ll Be There To Save You
Underestimated
A Learning Curve
The Quiet One Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Harald Finehair:
The Carpenter
Margrethe:
Sticking Together
#ivar ragnarsson#ivar ragnarsson one shot#ivar ragnarsson imagine#ivar ragnarsson imagines#ivar ragnarrson imagine#Hvitserk Ragnarsson#hvitserk ragnarsson imagines#hvitserk ragnarsson x reader#hvitserk ragnarsson imagine#hvitserk ragnarsson one shot#ubbe ragnarsson#ubbe ragnarsson imagine#ubbe ragnarsson x reader#ubbe ragnarsson imagines#ubbe ragnarsson one shot#sigurd ragnarsson#sigurd ragnarsson imagines#sigurd ragnarsson imagine#sigurd ragnarsson x reader#sigurd ragnarsson one shot#Bjorn Ironside#bjorn ironside imagine#bjorn ironside one shot#bjorn ironside imagines#bjorn ironside x reader#Ragnar Lothbrok#ragnar lothbrok imagine#ragnar lothbrok x reader#ragnar lothbrock imagines#ragnar lothbrok one shot
232 notes
·
View notes
Text
Him And I
Hvitserk Ragnarsson X Reader
Word Count: 469
Requested: Anon
Request: Okay so I have an idea for an imagine if you don’t do them or want to I totally get it could I request a song based imagine with Him and I by G-easy ft Halsey with hvitserk?
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I'd never lie
He said "be true," I swear I'll try
In the end, it's him and I
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I
You and Hvitserk inseparable and children and even more so when you grew up, Hvitserk loved having you around and he made a promise that you would never be apart and he wasn't wrong, you went everywhere with him.
My '65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don't wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn't see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
You and Hvitserk love each other, you didn't see the point in being without each other but of course, there were others who wanted the Prince and didn't think that you were good enough and the first time that you saw that was at one of the feasts you were sitting with Hvitserk and you were talking when you decided that you needed to get up "Where are you going?" He asked making a pouty face as he tightened his grip on you and you giggled.
"I just want to talk to my parents I haven't seen them in a few days." You answered and he looked at you for a second before letting you go, that was the mistake leaving him alone, when you got back the girls literally surrounded him and any time that one of them saw you they tried to shut you out but it didn't bother you, you knew that he was yours and that he would die for you.
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Despite the fact that you trusted him you still made it very clear that he better not cheat on you. Hvitserk knew that you were crazy, he had seen you in battle and did not want to be one the wrong side of your blade.
She knows when I'm out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars or was down to ten cents
She'd be down for whatever, never gotta convince (you know?)
"Hvitserk what's wrong?" You asked and he looked at you.
"My brothers are asking me to pick a side." He answered and you smiled.
"I am with you no matter your choice." You said softly as you played with his hair.
"You promise?" He asked and you looked at him.
"What?" You asked.
"You'll be there?" He asked and you nodded.
"You and I." You nodded.
Requests and general question!
#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk ragnarsson imagine#hvitserk ragnarsson one shot#hvitserk lothbrok#hvitserk lothbrok imagine#hvitserk lothbrok one shot#imagine#oneshot#one shot#reader insert
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Still want to scream at me?
inspired by the song How Not To Drown by CHVRCHES feat. Robert Smith, Smut One-Shot
Hvitserk X Fem!Reader
¦ angst, male dominance, consensual sex ¦
You threw your basket in Hvitserk’s face. “Leave! How many times have I told you that I do not want to see you again!”, you roared, trying your hardest to shoo him away. No, there was absolutely no way that you could continue going about your daily business, knowing that he was still following you, trying his hardest to talk to you again.
Hvitserk, being the well-trained warrior that he was, quickly shoved it away and sighed. “Could you please just let me speak?”, he said exasperatedly and ran his hands along his braided hair. Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded quietly, sinking onto the ground. You thanked the gods for being in the woods; you couldn’t have imagined embarassing yourself in such a way in front of anyone else than him. “Go on, then.”
Sitting down next to you, he gently took your face into his hands, making sure that you were looking at him, your best friend for well over ten years now. “I will leave as soon as you tell me why on earth you have been avoiding and cussing me out in front of everyone.” Feeling tears welling up in your eyes, you tried your hardest to shake your head. “I- I... You told Ivar that you didn’t like me. Then the both of you started talking about Margarethe and that blonge thrall- the one with the curls you couldn’t stop talking to on Monday - and...” Your voice cracked and a single tear left your eyes. “I couldn’t stand looking at you. I couldn’t stand seeing you. Hearing you.”
Now it was Hvitserk who shook his head. Gently wiping away your tear, he gave you a gentle smile. “I told him that I loved you. We were discussing if you were a better lover than them.” Blushing, you gave him a shy smile. “I’m so unbelievably stupid, Hvitty, I am so sorry... Can you forgive me? How could I make it up to you, you know, with the whole throwing-a-basket-in-your-face situation?”
Grinning, Hvitserk gently guided you down onto the ground, planting a long, sensual kiss on your lips. “Hmm... How about I prove Ivar wrong?” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine. Glancing up into his glinting hazel eyes, you gave him a meek nod, completely incapacitated by the fact that he was seducing you. “Y-yes... please...”, you managed to stammer out, before he kissed you again, this time far hungrier.
Quickly lifting your hips up and pushing your dress up to your waist, you whimpered as Hvitserk gently parted your legs and placed a finger right at the bottom of your mons pubis, making you moan out his name. Your eyes pleaded with him to lower his hand even further. He bit his lip and gently parted your lips, gliding his finger in your hot wetness. “You never cease to amaze me...”, he whispered into your ear, as he quickly lowered his trousers, freeing his member.
It was all you wanted - having him fuck all of your frustrations out of your body, and, more importantly, knowing that he wanted you. All of you. Now. Guiding his erection to your entrance, he quickly grapped your wrists with his free hand and pinned them above your head. “Now, be a good girl for me.”, he grunted and pushed himself into you, making you whimper. He retracted and thrust back in again, this time far harder, causing you to yelp his name. Smirking, he continued fucking you, watching you squirm underneath him.
“What are you?”, he asked between thrusts, grabbing your thick thigh with his other hand. Not managing to whimper out a response, he quickly stopped, placing both of your ankles on his broad shoulders. “A g-good girl...”, you squeaked out, feeling his length pushing against a completely new, unexplored spot of you. Your response unleashed something in him, making him thrust ever harder, ever faster, never once breaking his eye contact with you. Flexing your muscle around him, you felt as though you just entered Valhalla; with every thrust you felt more and more like a loaded spring until, with a load groan, he thrust so deep that you screamed out his name and could feel his semen spurting into you.
After a few deep breaths, he pulled out of you and let himself fall down next to you, giving you a wide grin, which you tried to reciprocate - you were still trying to come down from your high. “Not angry at me anymore?”, he asked you jokingly. Rolling your eyes and tugging your dress back down again, you gently smacked his arm. “I think I shall be angry at you forevermore if you’ll continue getting in my way like that.” Laughing, Hvitserk pulled up his pants and gave you a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “Your wish is my command!”
#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk x reader#vikings#vikings fanfiction#vikings smut#vikings one shot#hvitserk one shot#smut
122 notes
·
View notes
Text
Summary: Floki and Helga adopted you, and he calls you little white bird. You are different from the others and are therefore ostracized. Your dark thoughts haunt you, but Floki does everything to protect you from others and from yourself. But you only wanted to belong. Ivar seemed to be the only one who understood you, and He helps you, with your Plan.
Warning: Depression, Exclusion, Pain and Betrayal
Words: 8474
White Bird
The water was lapping in small waves towards the beach. The wind had picked up and left goose bumps on your body, you looked up as you heard the birds fly past you, only faintly could you make out their outlines. Since birth, you have had a visual defect, and in other ways you are different from other people. You speak little, your white skin would not tan even in the strongest sun, and your hair was a white color. You were stroking the light sand and letting the small grains of sand glide through your fingers when you noticed someone behind you. A smile stretched across your lips as you recognized the deep inhalation. It was Floki, he always came to check on you when you were sitting here alone, but he never spoke to you.
You looked across the water, the sun reflected on the small waves and made the water glisten. "My little white bird" Floki said softly and came up to you, stroking your hair. "Don't you feel like doing something?" you slowly shook your head, a little surprised that he was addressing you today. "You know Ivar promised to do anything that came to mind with you?" You nodded in reply, a smile appearing on your lips again, before you pointed to the view before you. "You look out to sea for days, white bird," he said lovingly, again you nod, it wasn't that you wanted to go out to sea. You enjoy the peace, the solitude and the view your over eyes show you. "Okay, but remember, you are very special" He took your head in both hands and kissed your forehead.
When he stood up, you looked at him, he had these sad eyes since Helga's death, and whenever he looked at you, you saw very clearly that he was sad, that you had dark thoughts. "It's all right, me, here," you said, you were happy with Floki, he smiled and turned around. For a long time you watched him go, until your eyes failed you, but you knew he was nearby, building one of his ships. You are not his biological daughter, but he still treated you like one. You didn't know much more, only what he and Helga had told you. When you thought of her, your heart became heavy. Helga taught you to talk, at least as well as she could. You lay down on your back and tried to think back.
"I'll give you a good price, she seems to be blind, can't talk and is quite weak" your eyes recognized a handsome man kneeling in front of you. He had a blonde woman at his side who smiled lovingly at you, when the man tried to touch your face you flinched. "She is scared, what have you done to her?" the woman asked angrily, but the man raised his hands apologetically, "Nothing, nothing, I promise you. I got her from another trader, she was already like that there" "Floki, let's…" - "No, Helga. We just lost our daughter" but Floki didn't take his eyes off you and even smiled at you a little.
"I'll give you a good price, she won't be able to do heavy work, but she'll last as long as she lasts" You saw the man Floki's face contort into an angry grimace, and you cried out as he pulled the axe out of his belt and pushed the man against the wall, the axe close to his neck "She's not an animal, and she's not an object!" he shouted, most of the people around him ran away in panic, but your eyes looked at Foki in amazement. Helga knelt in front of you and wanted to take you in her arms, but you managed to wrest yourself from her hands and made yourself as small as possible, holding your arms around your head for protection. "My lord, please let me give it to you like this, it's hardly worth anything and I have better ones," the merchant said and rummaged in his pocket for the key.
From here on, you could only remember confused stuff. People screaming, the trader lying on the floor bleeding. The children who were freed and ran away. But you, you did not run away, because you had taken up your protective position, where you were sure that you would not be seen. But you were seen, even very well, by Helga and Floki. How they managed to get you to their home, you had no memory. Still you smiled and looked at the boats, their flags waving in the wind. You could see their color clearly. Floki cried out "damn it" it came from the boats and your smile widened, he probably hit his finger again.
The wind blew and left a rustling in your ears.- Look, look… Sits here doing nothing… Has no friends. - You shake your head to make the voice disappear, but it didn't - I am good for nothing. You put your hands on your ears and began to whimper. "Leave, leave" you spoke softly as you pressed your chin to your chest. - Ugly - "Floki" you scream and hear the hammer land on wood, then the rustle of his clothes as he came running towards you. He put his hands on yours and rested his forehead against yours. "It is your own voice, white bird, your own," he said, stroking your head, but you just shake your head. "Yes, yes… she won't hurt you if you don't let her. Tell me what she says" he lifted your head.
Your tears ran down your face, and you wiped them away. "Ugly," was all you said. Floki shook her head and kissed your forehead. "No, little white bird, you are definitely not ugly. Come, come with me" he said and pulled you to your feet. I don't believe him, you thought, but he took your hand, and you followed him to the water. "Look into it," he said and squatted down, pointing to the water. When you didn't move, he looked up at you, he took your wrist and pulled you closer to him. "Look into the water," he said pleadingly. Slowly, you knelt down, your white dress soaked with water. "Do you see what I see?" he asked, and you slowly shook your head as you looked at the blurred reflection.
"Then I told you what I see, if I may" as a tear fell into the water you raised your upper body and looked at Floki and nodded. He wiped your face, "I see a beautiful face" again you shook your head. You yourself didn't think it was beautiful. "Yes it is, and your white hair matches it beautifully" he smiled as he ran his hands through your white silky hair, just as Helga had always done. Briefly, your heart grew heavy again. "And your eyes, no one has eyes like that, it makes you special" Floki spoke, and again you looked into the water, white eyes looking out at you. Floki once said that bright blue was in them when the sun shone in. You smiled and tilted your head, the voice was gone, but the thoughts remained. Still, you felt better, and you hugged Floki, in thanks.
"As long as I am here, I will protect you from everything that is coming, my little white bird," he said softly and put his head on your shoulders and hugged you closer. You wanted to help him feel better too, but you didn't know what you could do. "I am invited tonight, you will accompany me" you shook your head, you didn't feel like going anywhere, there were people there and even since you were a child only a few treated you well. "Yes, I'll be there, nothing can happen to you. Besides, Ivar is there, maybe you can talk a little and see what you can do together" you didn't like the idea, it wasn't because you didn't like Ivar, he was always nice to you, but there was only one person you could really trust and that was Floki.
"Do you want to help me? I can't do all this alone" he said and helped you to stand up. You looked at the boats and nodded with a big grin. "Love to" You both made your way to the boat Floki was working on, and it wasn't until you were closer that you could really get a good look at it, you climbed into the unfinished boat and looked around. Actually you had no idea what to do here, but you found the hammer he had dropped earlier, and you tapped him on the shoulder as he searched for it "Ah, thank you" he spoke, raising his eyebrow briefly and pointing to a tangled mess of ropes "Can you untie those, I don't have the nerve" You looked at the ropes and groaned, always the same with him, or he does it on purpose, whatever it was you were glad to be able to help him.
In the evening
Slowly, you walked behind Floki as you went to the longhouse. Again and again he looked at you and smiled, sometimes he stopped so that you would walk beside him, but his steps were so wide that he soon walked in front of you again. "You'll have fun, believe me," he said, but you weren't so sure. You only wanted to be at home, maybe do some sewing, but you definitely didn't want to go to the longhouse with all the people. Besides, it was noisy and that always stressed you out and gave you a headache, but for Floki's sake you pulled yourself together. In front of the entrance, several groups of men and women were already standing together and talking. Some greeted Floki when they recognized him.
Together with him, you entered the large hall, several tables were set up, the room was lit by several candles and torches. But your dull eyes could only see the people who were really standing with you. Laughter and shouting reached your ears, and you were about to turn and leave when you ran into Hvitserk. "Oops, sorry" he said and grinned, then looked at Floki "Are you leaving again?" you notice Floki put his hands on your shoulders and squeeze a little "No, we just got here. Do me a favor Hvitserk and look after her please" he reached over you and grabbed Hvitserk by the collar and pulled him closer to you and himself. You felt a little uncomfortable standing between them like that and looked away as Hvitserk grinned at you. "But don't you dare…" - "All right Floki, nothing will happen to her" he said, raising his hands.
Hvitserk grabbed your hand as he was let go by Floki and pulled you behind him, you looked pleadingly at Foki, but he just smiled lovingly and nodded, then he was hidden by the crowd. Slowly you turn forward again and looked at the long braided hair of Hvitserk. You close your eyes for a brief moment and breathe deeply, please let this evening pass quickly, you thought. Arriving at a table, he let go of your hand, but you stay behind him. You didn't want to be here, and you didn't want to see who was here. But you recognized many by their voices "Oh Hvitserk, what have you brought?" said Bjorn "Floki said she should hang out with us a bit" said Hvitserk and looked to the left and right, when he didn't see you he turned around startled and put a hand on his chest in relief when he saw you.
He came a little closer and whispered "Don't do that to me, Floki will kill me if you run away" he pulled an empty chair from the table and pointed to it. "Sit down" he said when you didn't react "Come on, I won't bite" said Ivar who was sitting next to the empty chair, he pointed to it and smiled at you. "Well, I'm not so sure about that" said Ubba who was sitting in front of him and laughed out loud. You saw how Ivar's face was distorted for a moment, but he didn't take his eyes off you. Unable to do anything else, you reluctantly sat down. "And who are you?" asked Bjorn, leaning forward, he crossed his arms on the table and grinned cheekily. You were about to open your mouth to answer when the girl next to you started to speak "Oh that's the crazy one from Floki" Bjorn raised his eyebrows and some laughed.
"She's not crazy," Ivar said, stroking your back, but you couldn't take your eyes off the girl. She had brown hair and a mole at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were a bright green. She laughed and pointed at you while talking to her friend next to her. You looked at Ivar, he shook his head slightly, he took your cup and filled it. "And what do you do?" Bjorn now asked, why does he care, you thought to yourself, but again the girl beat you to it, and now you knew how you knew her "Oh she doesn't do anything, she can't do anything" again her friends laughed, you noticed that Bjorn and Ivar were not laughing, Hvitserk and Ubba as well as Sigurd were busy with themselves and paid no attention to the girl's words. You sat back when she did not stop talking badly about you, when it became clear to you again what she had done to you.
"Jump, jump, you don't dare," cried the little brown-haired girl with the birthmark on the corner of her mouth. You were standing on a tree, because the girls had bet that you couldn't make it anyway. But now you were standing here and all you heard was to jump. "Then we... are friends?" you said, and the girls started laughing. "Sure, you'll be our friend. Come jump, and you are our friend" said the blonde girl, she had a scar on her lower lip. She looked at the third girl laughing, she had fox colored hair and freckles. "Come jump," the girl with the birthmark shouted and let her hand whiz from top to bottom. Your eyes looked down at the ground, from up here it didn't really look that deep, but still your heart beat faster, and you started to sweat. This was your chance to finally belong.
You gathered all your courage, blocking out the girls' laughter and concentrating on landing safely on your feet. Slowly you crouched down and jumped, your foot snapping away as it hit the ground, and you fell hard to the side, hitting your head. The girls' laughter grew louder, the girl with the birthmark kicked you in the stomach "You will never be one of us you freak" she shouted, and the others laughed "Come" she said and left, but the other two girls did the same and kicked you before disappearing. You lay on the floor crying, your head and feet aching, you didn't move and thought about what it would be like to be a normal girl, but the gods don't mean well with you, even if Helga always said otherwise, you don't believe it anymore.
"Shut the fuck up" Ivar shouted and threw his cup in the girl's direction, the splashes of the drink flying in your face snapping you out of your thoughts. "He's right, enough" Bjorn spoke, and the other three brothers also looked at the girl. "She can't do anything, really nothing, nothing even archery. When the autumn festival was, we saw that she can't do anything" the autumn festival, you thought back to it, you had tried all the stands for Helga's love, archery, axe throwing and much more, nothing really succeeded, but you had fun and Helga was happy. Your heart bled when you thought of her laughing face, and you became sad. Ivar must have seen it and probably thought you were sad because of her words, "I'll teach her" he said softly, not taking his eyes off you.
You looked at him and smiled, actually that was not a bad idea, so you could show him that you were willing to learn something. "But only if you want to" you nod slowly "It's not worth the time Ivar" the girl spoke, "I think you sitting here is not worth his time. Go" Bjorn said and stood up to express his words. The girl looked at you crossly, but she said nothing more, she stood up and took her plate in her hand. She threw it into your lap and disappeared, you watched her go, then looked at the jealous faces of the other two before they too left the table. Hvitserk stood up, took a cloth napkin and came towards you, Ivar and he helped you to clean the food remains from your dress, but there were still stains. The white dress that Helga gave you, you hoped you could clean the stains.
"We have to do something" Ivar said to Hvitserk, and he just nodded, he put a hand on his shoulders and grinned broadly "Let me do it, but promise me to keep an eye on her, otherwise Floki will make me a head shorter" Ivar nodded before he sat down again, you looked after Hvitserk, actually you didn't want him to do that, it would only cause twice as much trouble again. When you noticed a hand being placed on your forearm you looked at Ivar "Let them talk. They have no idea" - "That's right. They are young and naive" Bjorn said and put a piece of meat on your plate. The evening went quietly, and you spent most of the time listening to the boys talking excitedly about what it was like at sea and how they were going to take you next time, so you could see more than you did Kattegat, or Floki's hut. You always made them laugh when you responded by shaking your head vigorously, you were happy at Floki's hut and in Kattegat, even if you didn't like being here so much because it's far too big and far too many people.
Two days later
Since you were in Kattegat, you felt exhausted and tired. You didn't leave the hut, even though Floki really did everything to make you feel better. But you didn't want to, you didn't want to be here or anywhere else, in fact you didn't want anything, you didn't even enjoy sewing. The stains on your dress hadn't come out, but you didn't want to throw the dress away either, it was the only thing you had of Helga. The anger that grew inside you like an ulcer gnawed at your bones, you wanted to get back at the girls, but you didn't know how. Even if Hvitserk had thrown pig manure at them, that was not enough for you. But you realize that you were not only angry at them, but at all of them, at Helga for leaving you alone. At Floki for adopting you, at Ragnar's sons, but you couldn't think of the reason. And last, but not least, at yourself for being the way you are.
You held the fabric close to your face, so you could see where to place the needle as Floki entered. He looked at you and smiled, but you didn't smile back "Little white bird" he spoke softly and came slowly towards you, stubbornly you looked at your needle again. "Ivar is here again" - "Then…. Send away" you spoke, "I…. Not going" Floki gave a short giggle and stroked your open hair. "He doesn't want to pick you up" he said and stood back up, slowly you directed your gaze to his face. "I'll tell him you need a little time" he turned, at the door he looked at you again, then left the hut. You listened and could hear two voices from outside. The fire crackled as you looked startled, you could see Helga for a moment. No, you were not angry with her. You thought back to the evening when she lovingly embraced you.
You lay your whole body against hers as she hugged you. "Oh sweetie" she said and smiled. She let go of you, and you put your little head on her lap so that you were looking into her face. "One day you will become very special" she spoke and stroked your forehead. She ran a hand through your hair, you laughed out "No really, I can tell" she spoke "I think a warrior, or a loving mother. Or both, it's possible" - "I think the gods have a way for you too" Floki spoke, sitting at the table eating. Helga laughed, "That's what I said, I just left the gods out of it and do you know why?" she asked you. You shook your head and looked at her with wide eyes. "Because we choose our own path, become what you want, blacksmith, tanner, warrior or boat builder" she looked at Floki and smiled as he slowly turned around.
"Nevertheless, the path is determined by the gods," Floki said and Helga mimicked him, which made you laugh. "Still, he is right, our feet are guided by the gods" You looked into her big eyes and thought about what you once wanted to be. "I can teach you to build the best ships" Floki spoke and smiled in your direction. "Big ones" you spoke, holding your small hands apart, "Even bigger than that" Floki giggled.
The door was pushed open and Ivar crawled in, he sat down in front of you and breathed heavily "Enough sitting around and …" he pointed in circles at your fabric "Whatever, you're doing" you tilted your head and looked at him thoughtfully. Ivar was here often, so you actually knew him very well, but he always had new sides to him that surprised you. "Floki?" you asked, sure that he was probably here for him. "What do I want with the crook-legged one?" he asked, grinning, "I'm here because I promised to teach you archery" you thought back to the evening when he had offered it to you, but you were sure he would forget again. "I have everything ready" he pointed to the wall "Outside, you don't have to go anywhere" he said looking at you questioningly. - He doesn't really mean to - you close your eyes for a moment. Then you nod, simply not to give the voice in your head a chance to keep telling you lies. - But what if it wasn't lies? -
You stood up and smiled, at least you could see his smile. Ivar crawled towards the exit, you stopped at the door and tried to see what he had prepared. You saw Floki blurry, something round hammering on the trunk. He slapped Ivar on the shoulders as he sat down on a small barrel, he reached beside him and took his bow and arrows. "Let's see what you can do" he held it out to you the two items but only reluctantly did you take them. Since you had held a bow before, you knew how to hold it, even how to apply an arrow, but hitting was difficult for you. You pulled the string and looked at the round wooden target, Floki had painted a dot on it with black paint, but you only saw it dimly "Wait no, no, if you are going towards the opponent, you don't need a bow, come back" Ivar said as you took a few steps forward.
"Ivar" spoke Floki, who was standing behind you, "No, you old ass. I know she can't see, at least not much, but" he looked at you "then she should trust her feeling, I know you can" he finished the sentence. Feeling? Does he mean the feeling that has made you *see* your whole life? You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Before you even opened your eyes again you let go of the string, you couldn't see the arrow, but you could hear it, you had hit "Yes" Ivar shouted and Floki rejoiced. "Not able to hit the target, but hit! Not bad for a first try" said Ivar and clapped his hands, Floki hugged you from behind and patted your shoulder as he let you go again. "Again in a moment" he said and fetched the arrow. You watched him, he reached a few feet above the round target. - Further down - the voice spoke into your head, and for the first time it was on your side. A feeling of happiness came over you.
You trained with Ivar for a long time that day, and soon it was getting dark. "Last arrow, I can hardly see, and I think you feel the same?" you nod and put the arrow on "Wait a minute" he said and called Floki "What? Ivar the Boneless, calling me like a dog" - "I would never presume to treat you like a dog, only I had a question" - "what's question?" - "It's getting late, can I stay at your place tonight?" You had overheard the conversation, only fleetingly, you concentrated on your feeling, for you could hardly see. "When she hits," Floki spoke, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Slowly, you looked in Ivar's direction, but you still pulled on the string a little. "Don't let a cripple crawl around in the night" he said, and you notice his eyes resting on you. You smiled as you noticed the arrow vibrating, when you aimed a little to the right it was no longer there.
Still looking at Ivar, you sought the vibration again and let the arrow fly, a loud thud sounding. "No" said Floki and ran past you. Ivar looked at you stunned "Floki?" he asked quietly, "Hit, She hit" yelled Floki and came running towards you both with the target in his hand. "She hit" exclaimed Floki happily. You could only see Ivar grinning broadly, but he said "Maybe it's just a fluke, but maybe she's got the hang of it" he laughed briefly and then looked victoriously at Floki "Anyway, we'll keep training and I want a soft bed" You didn't know what it was, but something inside you had grown and become stronger.
A few weeks later
You were hardly able to get away from the bow, and the desire to use it as well as someone who could see grew. Ivar said you were better than anyone he knew, even better than he ever was. But you wanted more. Many objects stood before you on a wooden trunk and grew smaller and smaller, a vase, a glass, small carved wooden figures that grew smaller and a small glass sphere. "I have to go to Ragnar, he wants something from me" Floki said and kissed your forehead, as he was about to leave you grabbed his arm. "Coming" you said. You took an arrow and put it on, Floki watched you proudly, and for a long time his eyes shone like they did then. You aimed and focused on the small glass sphere "Can you see it?" asked Floki skeptically, you shook your head, you knew where it was, that was all you needed. Feeling the attraction and the vibration, you let the arrow fly.
When the iron tip hit the bullet, the ball flew out of its place and the arrow got stuck in the bark. Floki chuckled briefly and put a hand on your shoulders "You hit it, I didn't expect anything else" he said, then he became serious again "Are you sure you want to come?" you nodded, you had never felt so sure as today. "Come on then, we'll take the boat" he said, and you walked behind him, from a distance you could see the outline of the small boat as Floki turned to you "No, you leave him here please" you looked at your hands, actually you wanted to take him with you, you felt safe with the bow. But when you saw Floki's face, you smiled and nodded. "Boat" you said, and he nodded too, "If you leave him in the boat, it's no problem for me". During the trip to Kattegat, you stroked the bow Ivar had given you and thought back to when you first met Ivar.
Floki came into the hut, holding a little boy in his arms, "Look, this is Ivar" he said, placing the little boy directly in front of you. He smiled cheekily at you, but you narrowed your eyes when you saw his deep blue eyes "He's just as special as you are" Floki said, stroking your hair. You surveyed the boy's cheeky face and backed away slightly as he came crawling towards you. You had wondered that day why the boy didn't get up and just walk. Floki only explained this to you in the evening when you asked. The little boy snatches the piece of wood that was carved as a figure out of your hand. But you grabbed it and wanted to snatch it back from him, but he was strong and didn't let go.
He pulled so hard that you fell forward, he let go of the toy and grabbed your hair. He held it in front of his eyes, and the strands of hair ran through his little fingers as you moved away from him again. He grinned cheekily again and wanted to grab the toy you held tightly to your chest, but you slapped him with the flat of your hand. But instead of crying, he just looked at you for a long time. He reached into his pocket and took out a small glass ball and held it in your direction, "Swap?" he asked. You didn't know what it was that connected you, but he always treated you like a normal person.
"Ivar" you spoke as you got out of the small boat and Floki giggled "Yes maybe he is there, you can look for him, I have to go to Ragnar" Floki spoke, and together you walked through the streets of Kattegat. Hvitserk just strolled out of the longhouse and greeted you, you grab Floki's arm and point at him "Run along little white bird" he smiled at you as you run after Hvitserk and grab his shoulder. "I… come with you?" you asked as he turned to you in surprise. At your question he looked behind you for a moment, and you turned, you could just see Floki's sign he was showing Hvitserk and you laughed. He had his thumb running over his throat and was pointing at Hvitserk, he gulped and then nodded at you. "Sometimes the old one scares me," he said, and you both laughed.
When you both arrived at his brothers, Ubba looked at you questioningly, and Ivar was also surprised to see you. "No Hvitserk, she can't come" said Sigurd, who was already sitting on a horse "Sigurd" said Ubba angrily, he came up to you and cleared his throat "We can't take you with us, we want to go hunting, and we can't look after you" You looked sadly at the ground "I'm sorry" said Ubba as he looked at Hvitserk for a moment and raised his eyebrows. Hvitserk put a hand on your back, "Sorry" he spoke and left you standing as he walked to his horse. Ivar smiled at you sympathetically "Another time gladly, I will schedule you next time!" he promised and was helped onto his horse by Ubba. "It's okay," you say, turning to go to Floki. You notice the looks of the boys on your back, and there it was again, that feeling of not being needed for anything.
Floki was standing with Ragnar and the two were talking, you had the feeling that they were arguing. You decided not to ask or say anything and just stood there. Ragnar looked at you questioningly after a long time and Floki turned to you, he looked angry. "Not now!" he shouted, shooing you away with his hand. "Wait for me outside" he spoke and turned back to Ragnar. You took a deep breath to keep the tears from rolling out of your eyes. He had never been like this to you, had never sent you away. Had you done something wrong? Your steps were quick, and soon you were standing outside looking around. Many people walked past you and looked at you in wonder. Some even stopped and glared at you. - Looking at you because you are ugly - you put your hands on your ears, no, the voice was gone, but now it was back - You are useless - Now the tears ran down your cheeks, and you crouched down, so you were invisible, like when you were a little child.
But then you got up, no, not today, you thought to yourself and looked around. You wipe your tears from your face with your sleeve and walk away. If no one wants you, then you won't wait. You knew the way home and decided to go alone, Floki could go home by boat. Anger gripped you, but it was for you alone, anger that you were not like the others. You could see the gate leading out of Kattegat from afar when you heard three girls laughing at a house on the right. But your vision did not allow you to see who it was or what they were laughing about. But when you had passed them, were they following you, or did they just want to get out of Kattegat? An uneasiness spread through you, and soon you felt followed, and your feeling never betrayed you.
On the forest path you looked around briefly, the three figures were still behind you, and they started laughing as you turned forward again. Your steps quickened, you looked to your left, there the trees were close together, then you looked to your right, there were very few trees here and most of them were clinging to the slope by their roots. And below you saw nothing but the sea. Your heart began to beat faster, and you tried to calm it down by telling yourself that no one wanted to harm you, you felt warm and began to sweat, you felt like you could hardly breathe. Briefly you were annoyed with yourself that you hadn't just waited, you were about to insult yourself and finish yourself off when someone grabbed you by the shoulder and spun you around. "Well, well" You looked into the girl's face with the birthmark at the corner of her mouth, "Who do we have here?"
You also recognized the other two girls when they started laughing and circling you. "A nothing," they said out of one mouth. The girl in front of you pushed you so hard that you fell backwards, you take a step backwards and flew over the foot of the girl with the red hair and freckles. As you lay on the ground, they laughed again and without saying another word, they kicked you, the kick in the pit of your stomach made the air escape from your lungs. The kick of the girl with the scar on her lips hit you directly in your ribs, and you screamed out. She couldn't help it and kicked the same spot three more times. A kick to your head, cracked your lip, again you screamed out and tasted blood seconds later. You looked up as the girl kick again and broke your nose with a single kick. The girl with the mole kicked you in the pit of your stomach one more time before she stopped the others from kicking you further.
"Wait" she spoke, you coughed and held your ribs, trying to get air. "Lift her up, I have an idea" she spoke and all three of them pulled you to your feet "There" she shouted and nodded towards the cliff. "No… Please" you started begging as you looked down the cliff, at the big and small rocks that lay in front of the sea. "You wanted to be one of us, maybe the gods are so kind" the girl spoke and laughed, the others didn't laugh, but they didn't seem to want to say anything against it either. "But I don't think even the gods want you" she said and pushed you, you turned around and wanted to grab one of them, but your feet lost their grip and you fell backwards down the cliff, the laughing faces watching you. You turned on your side as you fell, hitting the smaller rocks hard.
You were alive, you noticed how your ribs, legs and right arm were broken, they were twisted between the stones. You had bitten your tongue on impact, and blood was flowing from your open mouth as you tried to catch your breath. Your gaze turned to the water, the waves did not reach you, they beat lightly against the rocks on which you were lying. You reached out your left hand and put it in the water, maybe I'll die here, then I'll soon see Helga again, poor Floki, will be all alone. Something died in you at that moment and something else grew, should I survive this, revenge will be mine. Then your body released you into unconsciousness.
Two months later
Ivar sat in front of you in the hut, "And you really want to do this?" you nodded, you had tried to explain to him the plan you had been planning for a long time in your recovery. It wasn't easy, but he knew you and what you meant by the few words you told him. It didn't surprise you for a long time, because you were sure that he could only do that because you had grown up with him. "You know that if anyone even sees you doing this, it will be punished?" You nodded. But your gaze was fixed and emotionless as you thought of the three girls. Floki had found you and brought you home, he had cared for you and healed you. Again and again he asked who had done this to you, but you told him nothing.
But you needed someone to refine your plan, and you knew Ivar was smart, he looked at you and exhaled deeply, "Oh man, why are you telling me this? Why do you trust me? I could go and tell everyone" you tilt your head wondering if he might consider it but if anyone saw you it wouldn't matter either, you shrug. "That's … would be the ultimate punishment, probably burning alive or a blood eagle" he thoughtfully cut a piece off his apple and then looked like he had an idea. He popped the piece into his mouth when suddenly the door opened and Floki walked in. He smiled at you and then looked questioningly at Ivar, who shook his head slightly. Floki squatted in front of you and stroked your head, "You can tell us, who did it, white bird. So that they get their just punishment" you looked at Ivar, who looked at you and then turned his gaze to the ground, but he said nothing, even though he knew everything.
Floki took a deep breath, looked from you to Ivar, he probably knew that Ivar knew everything, but he did not ask. Again you smiled at him as he stood up. "Oh, Floki" Ivar spoke and looked up "I invited her to sleep with us for a few days" Floki put his hands on his hips and looked at him questioningly, you also looked at Ivar questioningly. "Not with me, you old bow-legged donkey" you had to stifle a laugh as you saw the warning face of Floki. You nodded as he looked at you, "If she thinks it's okay, then she can go with you. But…" Ivar raised his hands in reconciliation, "I'll take care of her" Floki left the hut, and you looked at Ivar questioningly again. "It's important that you sleep with us" he crawled over to you and sat close to you "Your plan is good, but I have another idea, how about …."
Two days later, in the night
Slowly, you walk through the streets of Kattegat. Wrapped in a long black coat that Ivar had given you. You pulled the hood far in your face so that your white hair would not betray you, a smile on your lips, you saw nothing, but you felt your steps being guided. Ivar had found out where the girls lived, he had helped you with so much, and you didn't know how to thank him until now. You saw a burning torch lying in front of a house. He had kept his promise, you were ready to start. You stopped by the torch and looked around, not that you saw much, but you wanted to make sure that no eyes were on you. Only then did you approach the door and open it quietly, as he said, it never locks. Slowly, you stepped inside and shut the door behind you, so it wouldn't slam shut. You reach under your coat and pull a small dagger from your belt. Slowly you continued on your way, you look in every corner, but you couldn't find her.
It was only when you reached the room and looked in that you saw an outline lying on the bed. Your grin returned as you walk towards her. You took the flint from your pocket and lit the candle next to the bed. You put the stone next to it and took the candle in your hand and held it right in front of the sleeping girl's face. She had red hair and freckles. The warmth in her face made her wake up, slowly she opened her eyes, and you put your head to the side. You saw her fear when she recognized you, before she could scream you rammed the dagger into her throat. She opened her eyes and tried to say something.
As you pulled the dagger from her throat, blood spurted in all directions. Slowly, you approached her face and says, "The gods won't want you. You will not belong and sit at the table with Odin" You grin broadly as you place the candle back on the small side table. You put the dagger back on your belt and sit down beside her on the bed, your eyes watching as the life slowly flowed out of her. Her eyes did not leave you as she began to cough and soon lay rigid on the bed. Something inside you died with her. You slowly got up and made your way outside. She lived alone and Ivar said she would be the lightest of all and therefore the first to receive her fate. You looked around and made your way to the second destination.
Once there, Ivar grinned at you with a torch in his hand. "Done?" he whispered, and you nodded in reply "Good, here" he said and took a bow that he had leaned against the wall of the house and pressed it into your hand. "And this" he handed you an arrow "This one is carved differently" amazed you took it, then you looked at him questioningly "Don't ask me, must be a quirk of hers, you only have one shot, go up" he spoke and looked up, you climbed on top of the barrels and looked at him again, but he didn't see it because he was looking around. You decided to thank him later as you continued your way up to the roof. You bend down and take easy steps, you walked across the roof so as not to wake the owners. Once on the other side, you looked down. Ivar was slowly limping past the house. He looked up at you and grinned, "Don't hit me" he said and then went to the house opposite. You could faintly see his shape thanks to the torch in his hand, don't worry Ivar, I would never shoot you, you thought and smiled.
You wrap yourself up for safety, tighter in your cloak, and wait for him to implement the plan he had hatched. Ivar took one last look around before knocking on the door, you couldn't see who was opening the door, full of anticipation you put the arrow on the string and readied yourself, but you heard a male voice "Ivar, what in all the gods are you doing at our door so late at night?" - "Sorry Erikson, it's about her daughter, she said she was waiting for an answer from me, no matter when or how late it is. I could come to her" Ivar said, so lovingly you believed him yourself and briefly felt he had forgotten what he was actually up to. "Oh, in that case. Frieda will you please come, there is someone here for you" Ivar looked briefly at you as the man went back inside. You couldn't make out his face, but you felt the victorious smile he had thrown at you.
"Ivar?" came the voice of the girl with the scar on her lower lip. "Hi, will you come with me please? I um…" he looked into the house, "Don't want everyone to know" he said and left the doorway. The girl giggled and closed the door before running after him. Ivar stopped between the two houses and took the torch in his other hand, holding it close to his face. He didn't speak until the girl was standing in front of him "You asked me once if I wanted to be with you" You hear the girl speak, but you focus on the feeling as you aim. "Oh Ivar, of course I want to…." that's as far as she got as your arrow lodged in her head. She died instantly, and something inside you died with her.
Ivar did not catch her, he looked at you and indicated that you should disappear. Quickly, but with silent and sure steps, you ran to the other side of the roof. Inwardly, you were counting. When you reached 10, you were already on your way to the great hall. But you could hear Ivar shouting "Help, somebody helps" You smiled and hoped that Ivar was not suspected. It took a long time until Ivar came into his room. He looked exhausted, but when he looked at you, he smiled "It all worked out" now your worry gave way, and you started to smile too.
The next morning
You hadn't been able to sleep at all, Ivar had been tired, but you both had talked all night, he wanted to distract you, but you didn't need that. And when Ragnar called a meeting early in the morning, you were relieved. "I told you it would work," Ivar said as you made your way into the great hall, you stood with him in the crowd and looked around, Floki came running up to you and took your head in his hands, he looked into your eyes for a long time, then became serious and nodded. You didn't know what it was, but you had a feeling he knew what had really happened. Two men brought a girl inside and stood her in front of Ragnar, she was crying pitifully. Her lips twitched, and it looked as if the mole at the corner of her mouth was bouncing. Floki let go of you and slapped Ivar on the shoulders as he stood behind you.
Ragnar stood up and took a few steps towards the crying girl, "You know why you are here?" he asked, looking at her urgently. The girl shook her head. You looked behind her, a man and a woman were in each other's arms, crying. You couldn't tell if it was her parents, or Frieda's, but you were happy about it. "I didn't do anything," the girl said through her tears. Ragnar took an arrow from one of the men who had brought her in. "This arrow is yours, is it not?" The girl looked at the arrow and nodded slightly, "Yes. But I didn't kill anyone" - "She's lying" the crowd shouted, a woman screamed "She killed my daughter because she was jealous" the girl turned and shouted "No, no I didn't! They were my friends" Ragnar walked to the chair and sat down. "I have heard from several that you were always mean to anyone who had more than you" the girl shook her head "No", The crowd booed and some shouted "Yes she was".
"Since no one saw who did it, but we have evidence against you, we will vote if you are guilty", the girl looked into the crowd, her gaze was on you for a long time "She!.. It was her" she shouted and pointed at you. Floki put a hand on your shoulders and Ivar started to laugh "That's not possible, she was here all the time" a man took a step forward "But you were with us last night, you weren't with her all the time" he pointed at Ivar and then looked at Ragnar. Your heart began to leap faster in your chest. "That's true…" shouted Hvitserk from the other side "I was with those two, when Ivar left I was with her, we were here all the time" You looked at Hvitserk in surprise who nodded at you. You didn't know why he did it, you looked briefly at Ivar who nodded and then looked back at the man.
"You see" Ragnar spoke, "It wasn't her, besides she is almost blind and where would she have got the arrow from if she had nothing to do with the girl?" the man nodded and got back in line with the people. The girl started begging "I beg you, I didn't do it, I had an arrow stolen a few days ago" Ragnar started laughing "We'll vote" he shouted and stood up. The majority were in favor of punishment. You smile as Ragnar stood in front of the girl, "You will be punished, and I am kind enough to let you choose your own punishment. Burn alive or the blood eagle" the girl got down on her knees and cried, her parents tried to get to her, but they were held by the bystanders. "Which do you choose?" asked Ragnar.
There she was, tied to the pyre, and the fire was reflected in your white eyes. Something died inside you with her, but something else grew, never again would you let yourself be treated like this. Not by anyone.
#vikings one shot#vikings fandom#vikings ragnassons#fanfiction#fanfiction writer#fanfic#vikings ivar#vikings hvitserk#vikings x reader#vikings fanfic#ivar the boneless is a god#hvitserk ragnarsson#thanks for reading#x reader#floki the boat builder#floki x you#ivar x you#vikings x you#bjorn ragnarsson#ubba ragnarsson
133 notes
·
View notes
Text
A/N: Oh. Oh fuck here we go!! Ok so I’ve been working on this for ages (like two maybe three days) and I finally got the motivation to finish it. I mean it’s a one shot but don’t @ me ok? I have no idea what happened, it’s an absolute dumpster fire of a fic.
The New Years Eve half is here.
Warnings: fluff? Can I call this fluff? Angst, alcohol, over-bearing parenting. It ends happily? (I know right. Who the fuck am I?) mentions of divorce and past abuse but no detail. Hvitserk has banter ✌🏻 so much dialogue I am not SORRY. Everyone is rich just accept it. Might do a part 2 for New Year. It hasn’t been beta read and honestly it’s 2am so allow me some mistakes.
Word Count: 7.8k+
Divider by @firefly-graphics
You hated the run up to Christmas. It’s started earlier and earlier every single year, November, October, September. And for the last two years your parents dragged you through awkward conversations bringing up your single status time and time again. You had come to resent Christmas, well all holidays but mainly this one. Hating the sparkles and bright lights and gift giving? Who the hell invented that? Only for all of this awfulness to be followed up by New Year. What a curse it was to be single at this time of year.
Every weekend in December your parents threw festive parties for clients and families of clients, your mother called it “bringing the holiday season in with style.” You called it “trying to set up my divorced daughter with a wealthy man.” This Saturday was one of those days. Standing outside the large house you squinted as the twinkling lights blinkered never endingly at you. Christmas music was flowing softly from the speaker by the door and it made your skin crawl. The dress was constricting your body, the heels already making your feet hurt and the bad mood settled on you like a black cloud.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” you mumbled to yourself. Balancing carefully over the gravel drive, music pumped dully from inside the house thankfully drowning out your arrival. You were late, your mother would be fuming but the idea of running upstairs and locking yourself in your old room was clouding your thoughts.
“Oh good I thought I was the only one who was late!” A voice said as the door opened behind you, allowing a gust of crisp air to rush in from outside.
“You won’t incur the wrath of my mother,” you told the newcomer, picking at the green pre-lit garland that had been wound round the bannister. A huge tree stood in the curve of the stairs covered in different sized baubles and bows the size of your face. So many over the top decorations this year, probably celebrating the new deal your father had invested in.
“This is your house?”
“Trust me, I moved out as soon as I could,” you confessed with a wry expression. Turning you saw a man in a black trench coat. He was slipping it from his shoulders looking up with an awestruck expression on his face. His short hair flopped over his brow and as you watched he swept it out of his eyes revealing an almost boyish expression besides the facial hair that dusted his top lip. He was in a pristine suit and from one look you could see he was drenched in wealth, not your kind of bloke at all.
“Darling you made it!” Smiling through gritted teeth you let your mother wrap her arms around you.
“Hi mum.” She smelled of mulled wine and oranges throwing you straight back into your childhood which you didn’t expect.
“Assumed you had got lost you're so late,” she scolded as her gaze slid to the man by the door.
“Hvitserk!” She exclaimed, giving him the same welcome she gave you. “Just leave your coat with Frank,” she turned on the spot just as the family butler appeared. Her eyes narrowed slightly and a sly smile crept over her face. “Did you two come together?”
“No mother, we arrived at the same time, that’s all.” You dumped your coat in Frank’s arms giving him a swift smile before marching into the dining room where people milled around drinking and eating. Lights and music flashed from a side room that had been transformed into some sort of 90s disco room just, a very expensive one. Waiters walked around with trays of food and drinks, you gratefully snatched a flute of champagne off a tray, downing half of it in one go.
“Go easy darling, I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Inwardly groaning you rolled your eyes. “I saw that,” your mother chastised you. “Stand up straight, smile, look pretty here he comes.” Look pretty? The ache in your jaw had already begun from withholding your attitude but all of that had to be shoved to the side as your latest unwanted suitor approached. “Alfred!” Instantly you clocked his black hair, the terrified look in his eyes, the suit that was slightly too big for him and the fact he looked younger than you.
She gushed in the same voice she’d used on the other guy who’s name you’d already forgotten. “This is my daughter,” she told him, dragging the poor bloke closer to you. Lifting your chin and giving him your best dazzling smile and he took your outstretched hand. Revulsion skated up your arm at his clammy touch and you managed to drag your hand back quickly without snatching. “Alfred here is the grandson of Ecbert.” You made a fake face of interest while your last brain cell shrivelled and gave up. Tonight was going to be hell.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed in the company of Alfred, as well spoken as he was he just bored you until your eyes drifted out of focus and you wanted to pass out and cause a scene to get the fuck out of here. Finally spying a man you did want to talk to, you hastily excused yourself. Placing a hand on his shoulder he turned at your touch a wide smile splitting his ruddy face.
“How much whiskey have you had Dad?” You asked as he grabbed you in a rough hug.
“Not enough princess. Have you seen your mother?”
“You’re avoiding her too huh?” He chuckled, running his thick fingers through his greying hair.
“She is on a mission this year.”
“She’s on a mission every year,” you commented dryly. “I wish she’d give up.” He eyed you for a moment as though debating whether to say something or not before hitching his smile back into place.
“Want to come and talk business with me? I’ve found a new company that makes Viking replicas for movies and series. The workmanship is exquisite, really worth the investment.” Smiling regretfully you patted his arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“I might try and skip out while I can, I’m tired and I’ve got some reports to go through before Monday,” you lied. “Some of us have jobs and don’t have money to throw at people.” He made a show of looking round for his wife before making a shooing motion at you.
“See you next weekend,” he said with a wink.
You were up early the next day, throwing some comfy shoes on and the uniform for the cafe before making your way out into the dark. You loved being up before the birds, being the one to open up, flicking the lights on and seeing the cafe for the cosy space that it was. Yes it is nice when it’s filled with people, their joyful conversation mixed with the milk frother and coffee machines but you did prefer the empty silence.
Soon the rest of the staff came in as you were filling up the coffee beans, they were a good team but they were all full of festive cheer that set your teeth on edge.
“Why are you here in silence?” Asked Torvi. “No Christmas karaoke while you’re alone?”
“You know how I feel about Christmas,” you muttered.
“The party wasn’t a success last night then?” Raising an eyebrow you let out a soft grunt. “That well?” She said, making a sympathetic face.
“I swear my mother would marry me off to the first, sweaty, wealthy man she laid eyes on if I let her, it’s like being single makes me such a disappointment in her eyes.” Torvi patted your shoulder.
“You know that’s not true,” she said with a comforting smile and you bit back a snarky reply. You just had to get through this Sunday shift and then you had two days off before working your way through the week to the next hellish party at your parents.
The cafe became busy so quickly you couldn’t even remember if you had lunch. Orders were flying down the chain and you got into the rhythm of making the drink and calling out the person's name, grateful that most of them were easy to make. Until someone ordered an iced coffee. An iced caramel latte to be exact. Who does that in winter? You felt yourself bristling knowing that this order could ruin your flow but everyone else was busy or on lunch. Shoving the ice cubes into the cup with more force than you intended made some spill over the counter and you began to curse under your breath. Finally it was done and you found the offending ticket.
“Hvit…Veet…Veytsirk?” You glanced at Torvi but she just shrugged unhelpfully.
“I think that’s mine.” Without even looking at him you shoved the drink into his hand, catching sight of an expensive watch and the cuff of a black coat.
“Enjoy!” You replied brightly, already moving on and not paying that order another thought.
Another Saturday night found you standing in the glow of your parents house again. A ghastly rendition of Silver Bells tinkled from the speaker near the front door and you repressed a shudder. This “party” required a more luxurious attire, the emerald green dress you had chosen fluttered around your legs in the gentle breeze and you pulled the white faux fur pashmina tightly around your shoulders. You almost wished you could stay out in the cold than go inside, but you had to make yourself known after all.
“We really should stop meeting like this,” his footsteps were heavy on the gravel as he came to a stop next to you. Catching sight of a black trench coat out of the corner of your eye jogged something in your memory but you couldn’t remember the details.
“We haven’t met,” you said briskly. Couldn’t these men at least wait until you were inside before they started hitting on you?
“Sure we have. Last weekend…?” He trailed off and you shook your head. “The coffee shop?” Shock trickled down your spine and you turned to face him.
“I don’t work in a coffee shop,” you stated firmly but all he did was smile knowingly in return, pleased he finally had your attention.
“If I was to say to you iced caramel latte…”
“That was you!” His hazel eyes turned up at the corners as his smile grew larger.
“Yeah that was me.”
“Shit,” you looked back at the house, your heart pounding wildly at the idea of your mother finding out what you really did for a job. “You can’t say anything to them, my parents.”
“I can’t imagine your mother would be too impressed to find out her only daughter, the heiress of all this works in a coffee shop.”
“Fucking hell,” you groaned spinning away from him and taking a few steps.
“Why is it such a secret?” He asked curiously.
“It’s really none of your business,” you snapped and he scuffed the stones gently with his foot.
“I should get something in return for keeping this secret.” Your eyes widened and his hands flew up at your reaction. “Not like that, just…”
“Spit it out. What will it cost me for you to keep your mouth shut?”
“A date,” he replied quickly.
“A—I’m sorry. A date?”
“Yeah,” he looked back at the house, hands in his pockets and you noticed he had the decency to look slightly bashful. “I saw your mother was trying to set you up last weekend so I thought I’d help you out with this too. You never know, we might even have a good time.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, the faux fur tickling your neck as you debated his offer. He watched you the whole time, head tilted to the side with a small smile on his face as he saw the battle you fought with yourself.
“But what do you actually get from this?” You finally asked. He shrugged in response pondering his answer.
“I get to talk to you, saves me sitting in a room with people I barely know.” Holding your gloved hand out you told him your name and he took it giving you a firm handshake. “Hvitserk Ragnarsson. Do we have a deal?”
“Sure Hvitserk. We have a deal.” He offered you his elbow but you rolled your eyes and gathered your skirt up. He followed with a soft sigh, taking the steps two at a time so he could open the front door for you. To your dismay more decorations had made it onto the tree, a new garland dusted the large mirror along the wall and bows now dotted the one on the bannister. People were standing around chatting lightly as they admired the decorations all with glasses in their hands.
“Oh Christ, here she comes,” you muttered through a smile.
“Hello sweetheart,” she said, giving you an air kiss. “And Hvitserk. Is this a chance meeting or did you arrive together?”
“A chance meeting…” you started.
“We arrived together…” you looked at Hvitserk remembering he was trying to help you, sort of.
“We arrived together, don't make a big deal,” you almost hissed at your mother as she clapped her hands together, a glint in her eyes that you recognised instantly.
“What a fine chance, I shall have Amelia change the place settings immediately.”
“Fuck my life,” you mouthed at her retreating back wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Both of you shed your outerwear and Hvitserk put his hand in the middle of your back making you stiffen at the unexpected contact.
“Relax, have a drink,” he breathed into your ear. “We can get through this.”
“Yeah…right. Don’t touch me again or you’ll be on the floor,” you whispered.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” You glared at him and he tried to hide the smile as he removed his hand only to fill it with two glasses of fizz he nabbed off a passing tray. “You are feisty aren’t you, tonight is going to be fun.”
Everyone convened into the dining room and you found that Hvitserk had been placed to the right of your father who was at the head of the table and you to the right of Hvitserk. Right where your mother could keep an eye on you. Great.
The place settings were immaculate, cream plates with gold holly patterns around the rim, the gold cutlery flared with the reflection of the firelight. Perfectly folded napkins sat in the middle with your name in ornate gold calligraphy on the place card.
“You’ve certainly outdone yourself this year Mum,” you told her as she brushed past you.
“I decided on a change of colour this year, silver just didn’t seem grand enough.” You went to pull out your chair but Hvitserk was there already doing it for you, a slightly smug look on his face which told you everything you needed to know. Yes, tonight was going to be fun. As he pushed the chair in he leaned over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.
“Whatever you say or do, just know that I will go along with it,” his breath ghosted over your bare shoulder making goosebumps involuntarily rise over your skin. Swallowing through the tightness in your throat you smiled and nodded. You’d never had the chance to play your mother at her own game and suddenly this meal looked like an enjoyable experience for once.
As soon as your father sat down he engaged Hvitserk in conversation and you listened intently. Turned out he was the son of Ragnar who you’d met before, a roguish character which explained Hvitserk’s playful nature. He was here as a representative for his fathers company which made the Viking replicas your father was so keen on investing in.
“What kind of things do you make?” You asked when your fathers attention was elsewhere for a moment. You watched him speak, the way he motioned with his hands and you noticed for the first time the rings on his fingers and the arm ring that appeared from under the cuff of his shirt. You reached out, pulling the material away so you could get a proper look at it. “What are these?” You asked, tracing the animal heads that almost met in the middle.
“These are ravens, my father and brothers all have one.”
“Huh,” you trailed a finger over his hand, grabbing his finger so you could get a look at the gold ring, the black stone was raised slightly and it caught the light from the candle. He leaned into your space a little, his rich cologne making you take a sharp inhale because it wasn’t unpleasant. His skin was warm and not clammy like all other men seemed to be when you touched them. His shoulder shifted against you reminding you how close you had moved into his space and with a huff you released his hand to grab your glass. Your eyes settled on your mother opposite and you refrained from smirking like a child at her self-satisfied look.
The evening progressed, food was eaten and alcohol was drunk. You asked one of the staff for a snowball with extra cherries and Hvitserk asked if he could have one too which surprised you, not many people liked them.
“Do you know what you just asked for?” You whispered to him. He took a moment, the corners of his mouth pulling down a little as he shook his head.
“Actually no, not a clue.” You started laughing, pushing on his shoulder softly and he smiled.
“Well if you don’t like it,” you pointed at yourself. “I will drink it.”
“Haven’t you had enough?” Scowling, you looked up at your mother.
“Oh stop, you sound like him.” A hush settled over your end of the table from your loud exclamation and you saw your mothers knuckles tighten on the stem of her glass.
“We’re not having this discussion now,” she responded softly but already the ugly feeling of even remembering your ex husband at this time of year was eating away at your good sense.
“No, no you know what?” You shoved your seat back so it scraped loudly on the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you stumbled making Hvitserk reach out to steady you. “I’ve had enough of you and your overbearing-ness,” you slurred. “Setting me up with any man with a pulse like I’m some sort of charity case. I’m sorry Daddy,” you said, turning to him. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re doing no such thing,” your mother stated crossly which just flared your drunk fuelled temper more.
“Yes, I am Mother. And you can’t stop me!” You shoved Hvitserks hands off your hips, ignoring all the eyes in the room following you as you stormed away. “That’s mine!” You gasped, grabbing the glass off a tray from a bewildered waiter and downing the golden liquid as quickly as you could. “Cheers,” you told him. Holding up the cocktail stick with three maraschino cherries on. “I will eat these. Don’t wait.” Frank appeared at your elbow with your pashmina and you allowed him to slip it over your shoulders.
“Leaving so soon?” He inquired quietly.
“Don’t I always?” You saw he had Hvitserk’s coat resting over his arm.
“I’m sure Mr Ragnarsson is staying,” you pointed out.
“Actually!” You turned in surprise to see Hvitserk stepping smartly from the dining room. “I am leaving too,” he stated.
“Concluded your business with my father?”
“Yes I think so.” He let the butler slip his coat on, shrugging it over his suit. Frank opened the door and the cold air hit you like a wall. Your heels ground the gravel as you walked, the air taking your dress so it billowed around you. “Where are you going?” Called Hvitserk as he jogged to catch up with you.
“Home.”
“Don’t you…have transport?”
“I’d rather walk than rely on my parents.” He matched your strides easily, shoving his hands in his pockets and squinting against the cold.
“Can I offer you a lift?”
“You shouldn’t be driving,” you threw at him and he chuckled.
“No, I won’t be driving it,” he pulled you to the side just as a sleek black limo glided to a stop before you both. “Come on, it’s warmer than walking,” he said. He opened the door and the cream leather interior really looked squishy and comfortable but part of you wanted to refuse and carry on walking. He patiently waited, holding the door as you had a silent argument with yourself before choosing to get in and slide across the seat. He followed, rubbing his hands together to try and dispel the cold, he spoke into the speaker and the limo moved smoothly away using your parents driveway to turn around. “So I’m curious,” he started, leaning against the armrest so he could face you. “Why all the secrets from your parents?”
“Because I hate being that rich brat. Ever since I was small I hated the way people treated me differently. Didn’t you ever find that?” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes. “Of course not, you probably like the different treatment, the way you get the best of everything. The way people just….just try to please you like you’re the best person on the planet because you have money.”
“No, I don't find that.”
“Of course not,” you sigh. “You probably don’t even notice.” Looking out of your window you stared into the darkness wishing you were at home and you didn’t have to participate in these ridiculous parties anymore.
“Can I ask what happened?” You shrugged.
“I’m just hitting my thirties, a lot has happened to me. Be more specific.”
“You said your mother sounded like him. An ex I presume.” His tone was soft and you knew that if you told him to shut up he would but even since it had happened you’d barely spoken about it. Choosing to cry and break alone in your flat maybe have a one night stand every now and again then carry on being alone.
“My ex-husband.” The words surprised you at how easily they came, maybe it was the alcohol but it felt like a key had finally turned unlocking everything you’d buried. “At first he was great. The man of my dreams, he charmed everyone.” Your breath hitched at the memories as they clustered in your mind. “Won my father over to the point where he began to go to business meetings. Even I don’t go to the meetings.” Tugging on the fluffy hem of your pashmina you blinked a few times not wanting to ruin your makeup that you’d spent a good 15 minutes on. “Anyway, he waited a few years, latching onto the family, making me believe he was the love of my life when he turned. It all came to a head on Christmas,” you let loose a short bark of a laugh at the irony. You hadn’t always hated Christmas. “I got drunk, we stayed the night at my parents so it was fine. Anyway we had a massive row because I split my drink,” spreading your hands you gestured a little. “It was nothing, the glass was nearly empty and he…well I’ve never felt anything like it.” Crossing your arms in an effort to hide your shaking hands, you cleared your throat pleased that you hadn’t shed a tear at the memory. You could feel his hands on you still, even now. “The things he said to me will probably stick with me for life,” you muttered more to yourself than Hvitserk. You hitched your smile back up, shoving it all back into the box you’d kept buried for so long and refused to look at him because you hated to be pitied. “Anyway you can just drop me in town and I’ll make my own way home.”
“Nope.”
“No—what do you mean no?” You cried.
“I am only dropping you outside of your front door or we are both spending the night in this, very comfortable limo.”
“You’ll be so lucky. Don’t you have a wife or something to get back to?” You risked a glance at him hating the way his hazel eyes seemed to thaw the frozen part of you. His smile was kind and it made you want to smile warmly back, his hair drifted out of place he ran his hand through the dark brown strands.
“I have nothing to go home to except my many many vaults of money. I might go into vault three and sleep amongst the paper money tonight, the diamonds really dig into my back.” You laughed, loudly.
“You know Hvitserk, I haven’t hated spending this time with you.” He shifted in his seat, pulling his trousers slightly getting more comfortable but he couldn’t hide the stupid grin that spread over his face.
“I am going to take that as a compliment.”
“Highest one you’ll get off me unless you do something really spectacular,” you told him, rolling your eyes in an exaggerated way. The limo came to a smooth stop and you glanced outside seeing your front door and you looked back at him in surprise.
“Your dad gave me your address after I promised to get you home safely.”
“Huh,” you gazed stupidly at your doorway for a moment before remembering you had to get out. “So good luck with dealing with my father.” You went to shut the door but he was getting out behind you. “I may have had a bit to drink but I’m sure I can make it to my door,” you huffed sarcastically but he just leaned on the limo door with a doey eyed expression on his face.
“So next week?” He asked hopefully.
“Next week?” You repeated, shoving the key in your door and pushing through the stiffness.
“Well, isn’t it the Christmas Eve party?” It felt like your heart dropped out of your body and your face fell a little.
“Right, I might not go. I just embarrassed myself and my parents in front of some very important people…”
“People who were there for your dad. And his money,” he pointed out and again you felt the urge to laugh. “If they know what’s good for them. They will forget it ever happened.”
“Is that right?” You asked coyly, leaning on your doorframe. “Will you forget?”
“Forget what?” He frowned a little and now you did laugh.
“Alright. Fine!” You didn’t miss the gleeful way his hands clenched on the door or the bright smile he chucked at you.
“Shall we actually arrive together this time?” You made a show of pondering his request, tapping a finger on your lips when really you just didn’t want to seem too eager. “I’ll pick you up?” He offered hesitantly.
“In this?” You asked, pointing to the limo that seemed to gleam in the orange glow of the street lights.
“Or something sleeker,” he replied with a mischievous air.
“Look, you could rock up in a camper van for all I care ok? But yes, I will go to the ball with you Hvitserk Ragnarsson.” You stepped back onto the pavement and searched for your phone. You handed it to him and he immediately entered his number before handing it back to you, his fingertips meeting yours for a second making you shiver and not from the cold. He was taller than you, his head dipped down slightly and you felt the butterflies roil in your stomach at his closeness. His eyes carefully studied your features for a moment that felt like it went on forever, a tiny grin turning the corners of his lips.
“I’ll see you next Friday,” he murmured.
“Mmhmmm,” it was the only noise you could make because the very words had been stolen from your mind, but it was clearly the alcohol. You watched him settle back into the limo, one final look up at you with those rich hazel eyes before the door closed. Lifting a hand you waved slowly, still not entirely sure what just happened.
Christmas Eve. Today was the last party at your parents, reserved for extended family and specific clients. Dress was more casual this time which you were grateful for, slipping into some comfortable ankle boots and smoothing down your Christmas jumper when you straightened. Your phone pinged and you saw it was Hvitserk. You had been texting him all week just random snippets backwards and forwards each day until you were looking for his messages. Each time your phone went off and it was someone else disappointment rose in your chest.
Downstairs. Prepare yourself.
You groaned inwardly but still you registered just how excited you were to see him again. Grabbing your bags you skipped down the stairs switching off the lights as you went. You opened the front door keeping your eyes on your keys as you locked the door.
“Hey,” just the sound of his voice had you biting your lip until you turned around and let loose a shriek of shock. Your eyes were assaulted by the vehicle he was leaning against with a lopsided grin on his face. “Do you like it?” He asked hopefully as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth that refused to close.
“Holy shit Hvitserk,” you gasped, terrified to approach. He opened the door and your brow wrinkled from the force of your surprise. “I hate it,” you confessed.
“Do you know how long this took me to do?!” Hesitantly you took a step forward blinking against the brightness. He’d parked the blue and white VW camper next to the pavement. The inside glowed with strings of Christmas fairy lights, tinsel was draped around the edges of the roof with clusters of baubles hanging down. The seats were covered in warm, snuggling looking furs and as you peered inside you saw the mini Christmas trees he’d attached to the dashboard.
“Christmas threw up in your camper Hvitserk, didn’t you notice that?” He shoved your arm playfully before putting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you right to the door leaving you no choice but to get in.
“We're gonna be late.” He reminded you.
“Alright,” you huffed. The seat was comfortable but the baubles hanging down got caught in your hair and you cried out when he slammed the door shut on you. With your bags between your legs you sat there just looking around in disgust but admiring the effort he took to decorate the van.
“You told me last week I could rock up in a camper van and you wouldn’t care,” he said as he settled in the driver's seat.
“I didn’t expect you to get one straight from the elf factory though, I mean this took some serious elf hours,” you commented.
“Hey, those elves were paid well,” he told you as he started up the engine.
“With the diamonds from vault two?” You breathed and he laughed loudly.
“Gods you’re funny. If you must know, my brothers Björn and Ubbe helped me.”
“Oooh team effort. Who’s idea was that?” You asked, spying the figure of a woman dressed in a saucy Santa outfit nestled next to a Christmas tree. He cursed softly, reached over to grab it and tossed it over his shoulder into the back. “Well that was the most interesting thing in here.”
“That would be Ubbe, thinking he’s funny.”
The rest of the journey was him telling you about his brothers and what he’d got up to the week just gone. Leaning against the door you listened to him talk, liking how you were able to observe him while he concentrated on driving. The way his fingers curved over the steering wheel, occasionally he’d glance at you with those rich hazel eyes that perpetual smile on his face that gave away his playful nature. You weren’t sure when this happened but the man made your heart flutter a little and it was a feeling you hadn’t experienced in years. Parts of you were pleased with this sensation but most of you wanted to run in the opposite direction and not stop until you were in a different country.
All of that was crushed by the overwhelming dread you felt as he guided the camper down your parents driveway. He parked it up but didn’t get out immediately, settling back in his seat he copied you and looked at the front of the house. You were gathering yourself, mentally preparing for whatever your mother was going to say. You had spoken to your dad briefly this week and he reported on your mothers mood, it didn’t look good for you. You hand was on the door handle but your fingers just wouldn’t pull it open no matter how hard you willed it.
“We don’t have to.” His voice startled you into looking up.
“What?”
“This, we don’t have to.” You looked back at the warm glow emitting from the windows, knowing the fire would be roaring. The dining table would be gone, replaced with large plush sofas and a huge screen ready to play Christmas films all night long.
“What else would we do?” You found yourself asking.
“I have to know you’re sure about not going in,” he said softly. Tearing your gaze away from the house you studied him instead, the way his hair flopped over his brow, his eyes studying you with just as much interest as you showed him. He was wearing his black trench coat with a jumper underneath that made you want to bury into him. He had jeans on and boots, the arm ring was prominent on his wrist accompanied by the rings on his fingers.
Your mind was telling you to go inside, even as your hand fell away from the door handle and your heart seemed to swell in your chest.
“I’m sure,” fell from your mouth and he smiled.
“Your father will probably never forgive me but I have something else we can do instead.” He threw his arm behind your seat as he backed the van up, kicking up the gravel in an effort to drive away as quickly as possible. Almost immediately your phone started ringing but you silenced it, just watching the screen until it rang out. He stopped at the end of the driveway, hand on the gearstick when he said your name softly.
“You’re sure?” Taking a deep breath you nodded.
“Yes, get me out of here Hvitserk.”
Turned out he did have something else planned for you. He took you to the coast, it wasn’t far but he drove you to a secret mini beach that you never even knew existed, backing the van onto the sand before switching off the engine so just the fairy lights created a soft glow that lit you both up.
“This is your plan? The beach on Christmas Eve? Bit cold for swimming,” you sighed.
“Come on!” Was all he said to you as he hopped out. Rolling your eyes you pretended not to be bursting with curiosity. Now your hand worked, pulling on the handle you extracted yourself and shut the door only to gaze with awe at the sight before you.
The sky was clear so the moon glowed brightly, it’s waning reflection rippled on the dark surface of the sea. The air was fresh, biting at your cheeks but not in an unpleasant way. Lifting your face up you let the breeze wash over you, the sound of the waves lapping at the sand instantly making the tension leave your shoulders.
“Hungry?” You turned around to find Hvitserk sitting in the back of the van, his feet dangling over the edge and a wicker hamper was next to him.
“You packed a picnic?” You queried with a raised eyebrow.
“I packed for a few eventualities,” he replied with a shrug. Opening the hamper as you approached he pulled out a bottle of champagne and two flutes.
“I am glad you packed the essentials.” He visibly preened from your praise even though he tried to hide it. Settling next to him you watched as he popped the cork loudly and poured you both a glass. “What else is in here?” You asked peering into the hamper.
“Well it’s Christmas, so I packed mince pies, chocolates orange and mint because some people like one or the other. Erm…we have pigs in blankets, slices of beef and turkey that was cooked today, also cheeses and crackers.” He looked up only to frown a little when he saw your face. “What’s up?”
“Nothing…except…” you let loose a quiet laugh to try and dispel the feeling that weighed on your chest but it didn’t work and tears pricked your eyes. “I hate Christmas but this is so nice,” you mumbled.
‘No one has taken the time to change those bad memories you have?” He questioned softly and you shook your head trying to concentrate on the way the waves greeted the shore but tears blurred your vision making it impossible. “Well, let’s eat. What do you fancy?”
“Beef,” you replied instantly. “Got any bread?” He pulled out some plates and handed you one, ignoring the way you surreptitiously wiped your cheek with your sleeve.
“Gods, she even buttered it,” he muttered.
“She?”
“Björn’s mother helped me put this together,” he admitted almost shyly.
“Oh, not the work of the elves?” You inquired innocently watching him out of the corner of your eye.
“Just eat and enjoy it,” he told you playfully, licking his fingers after dishing out the food onto both plates.
Your legs swung from happiness as you tucked in. The beef was juicy, tender and still slightly warm, melting the salty butter on the bread. It tasted so good you had to refrain from groaning in pleasure. He filled up your glass, noticing he didn’t have anymore meaning he intended to drive you home. Once you’d eaten, leaning back on your hands you stared at the water.
“I wonder how cold it is,” you mused.
“What?” You ignored his response, starting to take your boots off and roll up your leggings. “What are you doing?”
“You chicken?” You asked him with a mischievous smile. He groaned, lifting his eyes to the sky with a quick sigh.
“I can never back down from a challenge. I am one of 5 brothers,” you sniggered as he muttered to himself. The sand was cold when it seeped between your toes, not even waiting for him you stepped to the very edge where the waves reached. It was going to be freezing, you weren’t sure why you were doing this but a sense of recklessness had taken you over, maybe it was the champagne. You looked to see where he was only to cry out in surprise when he picked you up in his arms.
“Hvitserk!! Put me down!” You screamed, holding on tightly to his neck and shoulders.
“You challenged me,” he told you. “You need to know what happens when you challenge me!”
“Shit!! Fuck! Hvitserk!” He dropped your legs and you shrieked at the icy feel of the water enveloping your feet and legs. It soaked into your leggings, the waves splashing up higher than you anticipated making you step on your tiptoes in shock. His arm was firm around your waist as you curled into his side. “This is cold!!” You shouted, clutching his thick jumper in your fist.
“I told you.” You slapped your hand against his solid chest wanting to seek out his body heat as you crowded closer to him.
“You have to feel how cold this is?” You whined looking up to see he was gazing down at you already.
“Nope.” Narrowing your eyes you prodded his chest with a finger trying not to be distracted by how good he felt.
“Liar.” He shook his head but he shivered wildly against you. “M-my feet!” You gasped.
“Yeah it’s fucking cold!” He finally admitted, relief flooding through you when he scooped you back up and carried you all the way to the van. He set you down carefully, leaning into you as he reached for a towel. His scent was everywhere and your pulse thundered in your ears as he dried you off. Your feet were numb but you could feel every swipe of the towel, the sensation of his fingers as he held your foot steady leaving what felt like steaming handprints over your skin.
“Better?” He asked, looking up from your legs and you nodded. He stood, leaning into you again to reach for a blanket this time. He wrapped it firmly around your shivering form, pulling it to meet at your front and you gratefully clutched it. His face was right there, all you had to do was lean forward and you’d be able to capture his lips with yours. To feel how warm he was, how soft…how kissable… The moment passed when he moved away to sit down, dusting his own legs down and moaning about how the sand wasn’t coming off. Grabbing your drink you lifted your legs and wrapped the blanket around your freezing legs, relaxing into the feel of slowly warming up.
“Thanks for this.”
“For dunking you in the cold sea?”
“No! For this,” you continued looking up at the roof of the van and not hating the warm glow fairy lights. “We should head back though. I am supposed to be staying with my parents tonight.” A long sigh escaped you at the thought knowing that now your mother had even more to be mad at you for. “I’m a grown woman!” You exclaimed loudly. “Why do I feel like this?”
“Parents have a way of making us feel like kids all the time. Sometimes it’s nice and sometimes it’s not.” You flopped onto your back.
“I hate it. I just feel like I can never break free,” you confessed.
“You’re doing it right now,” he pointed out. You turned to him as he settled on his stomach, laying his head on his crossed arms so he could look at you.
“That’s because you stole me,” you insisted as that sexy lopsided smile crept over his face before he started defending himself.
“No! I made sure you didn’t want to go in. You told me!”
“My parents won’t see it that way,” you threatened with a smug air and he rolled onto his back with a groan bringing him right next to you.
“I knew you were trouble from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he grumbled, lifting his arm up and tucking it under his head. Biting your lip you stared a single light, letting it burn into the back of your eyes while trying to ignore the feel of his arm pressed against the side of your body. Even through his coat and the blanket you could feel how warm he was, or maybe you were just imagining it, aware of how close he was to you. Time crawled by, neither one of you saying what was between you. The tension built like waves of the seas, except it didn’t ebb away, just increasing more and more until you thought you wouldn’t be able to take another breath without telling him what was on your mind. Inhaling you were about to spill everything when he sat up and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Damn. We should head back. Björn apparently needs all hands on deck for the kids' presents.”
“You’ve got nieces and nephews?” You tried to push away the disappointment by being interested but really you were cursing yourself for being so hesitant.
“One of each. Hali and Asa. Cutest little people on the planet!” He exclaimed with a gentle smile. You settled back in the passenger seat, rolling your wet leggings down with a grimace. The ride back to your parents was mainly silent, you text your dad to let him know you were coming back so he could tell your mother and tell her to go easy on you.
You began to gather your bags when he turned onto the drive, the house looming out of the darkness. You felt the need to get out of the van as quickly as possible otherwise you’d never leave but he had to get back to his family and you had to face yours.
“Thanks Hvitserk. I really enjoyed it.” You couldn’t look at him. Sliding out of the seat you heard him reply with a faint “yeah no worries.” So it surprised you when you were nearly at the front door he shouted your name.
You turned and watched as he took the stairs two at a time, it looked like he was going to run straight into you and you took a step back but that didn’t deter him. He almost barrelled into you, wrapping one arm round your waist and sliding the other along your cheek so he could bring his lips down to meet yours. His feet spread, either side of yours and the motion of his movement rocked you back into the door. You dropped everything you were holding to grab his face and pull yourself as close as you could. The kiss was greedy, his lips caressing yours in a way that had you groaning lightly, his fingers trailed delicately down your throat as he continued to ravish your mouth with a serious need. It felt like he breathed new life into you, awakening something inside you that had been dormant for so long. It flared in your chest and you latched onto it with every fibre of your being, feeling alive for the first time in years. When he stepped back your eyes fluttered open and you sucked your bottom lip past your teeth wanting to taste him again.
“So New Year…” he hinted and you giggled.
“I could be persuaded,” you said huskily. Shoving his hands in his pockets he continued to back down the steps not wanting to take his eyes off you.
“It’s a date?”
“Yeah, it’s a date.” He grinned almost wolfishly, pulling the door open he paused before getting in.
“See you soon sæta.” You watched him pull away in the van you had very quickly grown fond of until his rear lights vanished from view.
“Are you coming in?” Jumping violently you clutched your chest only to give your dad a giddy smile.
“How long have you been there?” You gasped.
“Long enough,” he said with a smirk. “I thought you knocked.”
“Oh god, sorry Dad.” He chuckled.
“Please come in and put your mother out of her misery.”
“Sure,” you breathed, casting one last longing glance down the drive. “Sure.”
#modern au#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk#hvitserk fanfiction#Hvitserk x F!reader#Hvitserk x reader#hvitserk x you#one shot#vikings fanfiction#Vikings#modern hvitserk#my writing#mylifeisactuallyamess
106 notes
·
View notes
Text
I Can’t Sleep Without You || Ivar x reader || Modern
This is my fic created for @ofmanderley’s writing challenge.
My prompt was: It's 4:03 and I can't sleep without you next to me.
First of all I need to apologize because I am SUPER late with my work but life was kinda crazy and writing block wasn’t kind!
Hope you will like it!
Being with Ivar Ragnarsson wasn't an easy task to perform.
He was a man of a short temper; he could be cruel and mean but thankfully for him you were out of the reach of his anger. Ivar always did his best to keep his raging nerves away from you. For him, you were his little treasure, a lovely woman who was patient enough to even try to form any kind of relationship with him.
You got used to this life and no matter what everyone said, you stayed by his side.
Of course you didn't do this because Ivar forced you or blackmailed you. The love towards this man was simply too strong within you.
After two years of being together you learned that behind that huge, thick wall he built around himself was a suffering, lonely man that craved to be loved.
____________________________
There was one thing you loved to do right after work - paying a visit in the local cafe. It was a quiet, little, cozy place.
You sat at your favourite table and placed your usual order - a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.
Last thing you expected that day was to see a familiar face.
"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here," Bjørn smiled, sitting in the chair right in front of you.
"Hi, Bjørn," you greeted him, returning the smile. "How are you doing?"
Eldest Ragnarsson nodded. "Oh, I am doing just fine. Since I have a break at work, I decided to get myself a coffee and something sweet."
____________________________
"So, when do you have this big game of yours?," Ubbe asked, looking into his phone.
"Seriously? I am going on and on about it for weeks now. It's this weekend, Saturday to be exact," Hvitserk rolled his eyes; he grew annoyed by repeating himself on and on.
"Forgive him. I guess the family takes a lot out of our dear brother," Ivar chuckled.
All three of them walked down the street.
It was the first time in months when they could just meet and go out. Even if they didn't plan anything crazy, it still was nice to get reunited.
"I at least have a family, Ivar. You and Y/N could think about it as well," Ubbe shrugged, placing the phone back in his pocket. "Mother is still talking about it."
"Mother will talk. We both feel comfortable with how things are for now. I am not pushing her and she is not pushing me, to anything. We just live the best of our lives and we both are happy about that," Ivar answered, nodding.
"I mean, that's sound fair," Hvitserk commented.
Boys quickly changed the subject to something far way interesting to talk about.
They walked lively as they talked about some stuff.
The nice atmosphere lasted until Hvitserk stopped in front of a little cafe. Through the cafe's big window he spotted a familiar person, actually two to be exact.
You were sitting there, talking with Bjørn and giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Yo, Ivar? Isn't it Y/N?”
Ubbe and Ivar looked over their shoulders, and then joined Hvitserk.
Ivar frowned as soon as he spotted you.
Of course you going out wasn't a problem for him, you were a free woman after all but meeting with Bjørn? Out of all the people?! Fucking Bjørn. What else?! Maybe you were doing it regularly behind his back?
"I am going back home. Whatever idea you two had, go without me, I’m passing," crippled, young man muttered, tightening the grip on his crutch.
There was no reason to argue with Ivar at that point. They could see that he was pissed and arguing with angry Ivar was like teasing a bull with a red cape, it was the last thing they really needed that day or ever.
Ubbe and Hvitserk just shook their heads and then slowly walked away.
____________________________
You had no idea how long you sat there but you couldn't help it. Talking with Bjørn was really captivating.
While listening to one of his stories you looked at your watch. "Oh, my! Bjørn, I am so sorry but I should go. I still have plans."
Bjørn looked at you and nodded slowly. “Yeah, sure. It was really nice to see you."
"Same! We need to meet up one day. Bye!," You quickly paid and left the cafe.
____________________________
The walk home was calm, you even texted Ivar that you are on the way back but for some reason he didn't respond. Maybe this should be a red flag but you shrugged it off, he probably was still with his brothers.
You didn't expect to see him in the flat.
He was sitting on the couch, tapping his fingers angrily. It was more than obvious that he was mad.
"Love? Did something happen?," You asked, taking your jacket off.
"I don't know. You tell me, love."
Walking into the living room you looked at him with confusion written on your face. At this point you had no idea what he meant.
"What? You gonna stand there and make a fool out of me? You thought I won't find you? I wonder how long you go behind my back!,” Ivar growled, getting up from the couch.
Then it suddenly hit you. Did he see you in the cafe? After all he was out with Hvitserk and Ubbe, so there was a slight chance he did.
"Ivar. It's not like that. I was in a cafe and Bjørn just happened to be there as well."
"He? Happened to be there?," Ivar chuckled darkly. "You are blind, stupid or both!"
His behaviour was getting out of hand but his accusations were too much for you to handle.
"Excuse me? Watch your words, Ivar."
"Me?! Watch my words?! These are words of truth! He was following you those fucking eyes ever since I brought you home for the first time. Ever since that day he accidentally happened to be in places that you are!," Ivar growled, shaking his head. "Of course you had to fall for this. What's next?! Are you gonna fuck him? Or Maybe Hvitserk?”
You went silent. How could he even have thought about something like that? He was hard to live with but you would never cheat on him, no matter how moody or annoying he was. His words cut you deeply.
The lack of response meant as much as a yes for him.
"Fuck it. I am leaving, no idea when I will be back," Ivar muttered and walked to a hanger to grab his jacket before leaving.
The door slammed loudly that you literally jumped in the place.
____________________________
House without Ivar seemed empty.
Maybe it was stupind to miss him after this argument but you couldn't help it. You really loved that man, no matter how moody he was. Even if it was hard to love him, you knew that he was different deep inside.
Laying in bed alone was odd, without his body next to yours.
He always was there, mostly complaining about his legs or just talking about his day and how annoying his brothers were.
Sighing, you took his pillow and hugged it tightly, you wanted him back but he needed time to cool down.
Looking at the clock helped you realize how sleepless your night was. It was almost morning.
____________________________
Ivar also couldn't sleep.
He just lied in bed, smoking and looking into the ceiling.
Aslaug would prabobly murder him for smoking inside the house but he didn't care, it's not like she would kick her crippled son out of the house.
Puffing out the smoke he watched it disappearing in the air.
He already missed you, so fucking much.
Ivar looked at the bedside table and grabbed his phone to check the time.
____________________________
Trying to get some sleep, you laid on the bed, with eyes closed and Ivar's pillow under your head.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed.
You sat up and grabbed it; maybe it was Hvitserk? Or Ubbe? Maybe Aslaug? Maybe something happened to Ivar? You simply had to know.
To your own surprise, it was text from Ivar himself.
Ivar ❤️😈: It's 4:03 and I can't sleep without you next to me.
Chuckling, you felt the wave of relief washing over you. He was alive.
You: I can say the same. Where are you?
Ivar ❤️😈: I am at my parent's house.
You: I am happy that you are safe.
Meantime Ivar blonked looking at the screen. You were happy he was safe? You were worried about him.
Ivar ❤️😈: Were you worried?
You: Of course I was, dummy. I am always worried. Listen, I just want you to know that I don't care about Bjørn. All I care about is you, Ivar. Always and forever.
He looked at the text. You didn't have a reason to hurt him in any way, you always were patient with him. Even when he was a total asshole. No matter if the day was regular or filled with pain, you just were there for him.
Maybe the fear of losing you just clouded his judgement? Bjørn wasn't like him, he was a strong and healthy man when he was just a cripple. Who the hell would pick a cripple over a healthy man?!
He was jealous and scared but it was time to fix it.
____________________________
You waited at the message but nothing came. Maybe he just fell asleep or didn't care about your empty (for him at least) arguments. After giving him fifteen minutes, you send another text to make sure he is okay, and surprisingly you heard the sound of the SMS notification in the flat.
Ivar opened the door to your shared bedroom and rested his weight on the crutch, looking at you.
Without any word he walked to the bed and sat down. He removed his braces, clothes, and soon you were wrapped in a tight hug.
"I am sorry," Ivar whispered.
You nuzzled to him. "It's fine."
"It's not, Y/N. I hurt you... All because of my insecurities. I was furious, he is Bjørn, big, strong, healthy. I am none of that, and you are beautiful, special. You deserve better,``he muttered, nuzzling to you.
While listening to him, you undone his bun and moved your hand through his hair. "Silly! I love you. I love you so much, no matter what. You are hard to deal with sometimes, that’s true but I still love you."
"You are too good to me, you know that?”
Giggling, you gently pulled on his hair, earning a soft growl from him. "You should be grateful and not point it out," you kissed his forehead. "We should get some sleep."
Ivar nodded, hugging you tightly. "Yeah, you are right."
Soon, both of you fell asleep, embracing each other tightly.
____________________________
#ofmanderley300#ivar the boneless#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar ragnarsson#ivar ragnarsson x reader#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless x hvitserk#hvitserk#ubbe#bjorn ironside#ivar the boneless fluff#writing challenge#ivar the boneless oneshot#ivar the boneless one shot#ivar the boneless fic
254 notes
·
View notes
Text
Masterlist
Requests are open!
What I write for:
Ivar Ragnarsson:
Series:
Destiny: Part 1 | Part 2
Foolish: Part 1 | Part 2
the simple smell of books and coffee: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
(modern!Ivar)
Mutual Hatred: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (more coming soon!)
(modern!Ivar)
Fate: Part 1 |Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (more coming soon!)
One shots:
Happy moments are the saddest
Don't hate me, love
Anxious hours (modern!Ivar)
Leave it all behind
Deepest longing
Long Distance (smut)
Holiday Surprises (implied smut)
Late Nights
Forgot. (Modern!Ivar)
Taking care…
the lost daughter (brother!ivar)
May the gods forbid
Hvitserk Ragnarsson:
One shots:
kind advice.
the lost daughter (brother!hvitserk)
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw:
Oneshots:
burned breakfast.
chicken and bees.
Headcons:
Movies with Rooster
Jason Todd:
One shots:
peaceful morning fluff
Leon S. Kennedy:
One shots:
In another life. (angst)
Simon "Ghost“ Riley:
One shots:
Never miss. (angst)
pretty pink flowers and that bloody cherry blossom tree. (angst)
König:
One shots:
stupid bracelet. (fluff)
#ivar x reader#ivar ragnarsson#ivar ragnarsson x reader#ivar the boneless#ivar imagine#ivar lothbrok#ivar fluff#ivar the king#vikings#vikings fanfiction#modern ivar#ivar x y/n#ivar x you#jason todd#batfamily#batfam#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#dc robin#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#könig x reader#konig x reader#koenig x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x reader
180 notes
·
View notes
Text
anybody have any requests for vikings headcanons, preferences, or one-shots?? it can be a sentence/word prompt or a plot idea, i don't mind anything!
even if y'all don't have anything, would you be interested in reading them if i wrote them?
i'll basically write for anyone btw, but i'd love to put content out there for characters that aren't usually written for, like the women or the saxons (not ecbert or aelle tho) since they're so underrated and i love them lol
#vikings#vikings fanfic#vikings fandom#vikings preferences#vikings one-shot#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk x reader#ubbe x reader#ubbe ragnarsson#ragnarssons#king harald finehair#harald finehair x reader#alfred the great#aethelred#aethelwulf#lagertha#aslaug#ragnar lothbrok#gunnhild#torvi#freydis#ingrid#bjorn ironside#halfdan the black
38 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
legendaryfacenacho
Untitled
pure1999
J’Adore Hardcore🇷🇸
handsoftibetblogs
Hands of Tibet
syronixq
Syron
aes-21
Alison Eadie